Chapter 6

Zhang Xin's second opponent was a young man named Gao Yang, who also wielded a sword. However, in terms of sword skills, this person was still one level below Fang Xinzhi. Zhang Xin defeated him with a clean and decisive strike, cutting him down with a single slash.

Afterward, Zhang Xin closed his eyes to rest, until about three quarters of an hour later, he heard the referee on Platform 75 call his name. When he raised his eyes, he saw a young man with a square face and large ears, standing solemnly with his hands behind his back. This person was also looking in his direction.

"Indeed, he has reached the stage where he can project his spiritual energy externally!"

Zhang Xin took a careful look, his eyes showing a hint of seriousness. Although he appeared to be resting, he had actually remained alert. Although Zhang Xin had not yet become a Spirit Master, he could still discern the basics of wind and weapons. Every time this 'Mo Gong' was called to the stage, he paid close attention.

Unfortunately, his opponents were not even worth his attention. This person had appeared on the stage twice, and each time, he resolved the match within ten breaths. The first time, he crushed his opponent, and the second time, his opponent surrendered without a fight.

— Being able to project spiritual energy externally means one is a quasi-Spirit Master, and the combat power is indeed worlds apart from ordinary people.

"He is Mo Gong."

Wang Feng's eyes were slightly envious. Including the time for the three entrance exams, he had been in the inner sect for six years, and only became a formal first-stage Spirit Master at the age of twenty-one. Now, he was only at the second stage. The person in front of him, just over sixteen years old, could already project his spiritual energy externally, and was only one step away from becoming a formal Spirit Master.

These geniuses from the Spirit Gathering Class sometimes truly make one feel hopeless.

"Why not give up? Conserve your strength and go to the loser's group. Just two more matches, and you can stay."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xin burst into laughter: "In my dictionary of the Mad Saber, there is no such word as 'give up'!"

With a flick of his sleeve, he walked straight toward the platform. When he was ten paces away, he leaped up and landed on the high platform. He then looked at the square-faced youth with a challenging gaze: "I am the Mad Saber Zhang Xin, here to learn from you."

At this moment, not only did the referee's lips twitch, but Wang Feng below also sighed, thinking that this person was really addicted to being the 'Mad Saber.' How old was he? He wasn't a child like Fang Xinzhi, so why wasn't he ashamed?

However, Wang Feng's eyes also showed a hint of seriousness. This person, knowing that his opponent had already reached the threshold of a Spirit Master, was still fearless.

Could his saber skills really have reached that level?

"I know you. You were the last one to climb the Spirit Ladder, one of the thirty-seven survivors from Guanglin Mountain."

Mo Gong's expression was calm, his gaze as indifferent as water: "Surrender now. Although your situation is pitiful, I will not show mercy."

"Ha! I already said, in my dictionary of the Mad Saber, there is no such word as 'give up,' nor 'surrender.'"

Zhang Xin slapped his scabbard, and the force made the long saber leap out and dance: "The saber in my hand is a world-class weapon, named 'Qiu Lan.' It is three feet and nine inches long, weighs nine pounds and seven ounces, and can cut through hair! Since you have already projected your spiritual energy externally, I must apologize for not holding back. Be careful."

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Gong's eyes, and he shook his head in incomprehension: "I don't know if you are ignorant or arrogant. Well, if you insist on seeking trouble, so be it."

After sixty breaths, the referee waved the flag, and Zhang Xin immediately took the initiative, sliding forward and slashing at Mo Gong.

However, Mo Gong was completely unconcerned. He simply raised his hand, and a blue, misty spiritual energy shield appeared in front of him.

Zhang Xin used seven-tenths of his strength to slash, but the blade was stopped by the shield, unable to advance even an inch!

In the next instant, he stepped to the left without hesitation. Just as he left his original position, a sharp, piercing sound was heard. A sharp and swift blue light blade flashed, tearing through the void beside him and continuing to cut through the air for fifteen paces before disappearing. A seven-paces-long, one-foot-deep slash mark appeared on the platform.

Below the platform, a crowd had gathered to watch the match, and all of them were now showing signs of shock.

"Spirit Wall Shield and Spirit Light Slash? He has already mastered two spiritual techniques?"

"Indeed, Mo Gong. Judging by the sharpness of the Spirit Light Slash, he must be at the peak of the first stage, right?"

"If he is hit by this, he will surely be decapitated?"

"Why even fight? He should just surrender?"

As the crowd began to murmur, the battle on the platform intensified. Mo Gong continuously launched seven light blades, forcing Zhang Xin to dodge frantically.

However, it seemed as if Zhang Xin had some foresight. Every time Mo Gong's Spirit Light Slash was launched, he managed to dodge it in advance. Although he looked disheveled, he was completely unharmed.

Mo Gong gradually realized something was wrong and coldly snorted: "You should surrender."

As he spoke, Mo Gong formed a hand seal. Zhang Xin, seeing this out of the corner of his eye, was startled.

It was actually a Spirit Energy Chain?

This person, who could only project his spiritual energy externally three months ago, had already mastered three spiritual techniques? Was he really that talented?

In an instant, Zhang Xin changed his mind. He had originally intended to prolong the fight until Mo Gong's spiritual energy was exhausted. But since Mo Gong had the Spirit Energy Chain technique, this method would clearly not work.

This match could only be decided quickly!

With his mind made up, Zhang Xin took action. After dodging a Spirit Light Slash from Mo Gong, he charged forward again.

"Pay attention! Under the Mad Saber's saber, there is no opponent who can last ten moves! This saber, the autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly!"

Mo Gong, clearly experienced in combat, was not affected by Zhang Xin's shout and continued to form his hand seal. However, when the saber light swept over, he was startled.

He saw the saber light flash chaotically, and in that instant, Zhang Xin's long saber slashed seven times. Each slash hit the weak points and structural inconsistencies of his Spirit Wall Shield. In an instant, the 'Spirit Wall Shield' shattered with a loud boom.

Mo Gong was stunned and disbelieving, thinking that Zhang Xin must have seen through the true nature of the Spirit Wall Shield with just one slash.

At this moment, Mo Gong had no time to think. His Spirit Energy Chain was almost complete, but there was no longer any obstacle in front of him. A thought flashed through his mind, and he decided to complete the technique.

In an instant, another Spirit Light Slash condensed in front of him.

Seeing this, Zhang Xin could not help but sigh, thinking that this person's talent was truly too strong, leaving him no room to hold back.

But today, he, Zhang Xin, had a reason to aim for the top ten!

Following the momentum of his saber, Zhang Xin's body flew up in a bizarre and twisted posture, narrowly avoiding the incoming Spirit Light Slash. In the next moment, he slashed horizontally again.

"This saber, the grass and trees wither, and the geese fly south!"

A fierce saber light flashed, and in an instant, Mo Gong's head was severed, and a jet of blood spurted from his neck.

The moment the two clashed was like a flash of lightning, and even the referee watching from the side was caught off guard. It wasn't until Mo Gong's head was severed by Zhang Xin that he reacted, stepping forward and forming a hand seal.

"Minor Revival Technique!"

In the next instant, Mo Gong's head was drawn back to his neck by the spiritual energy. The fatal wound was instantly healed—at least on the surface.