Chapter 84

Jiang Anping was certainly not a Fate Master. His high success rate was entirely due to his right eye.

Upon hearing the staff's discussion, Jiang Anping's heart stirred slightly.

This profession called Fate Master seemed to be very skilled at gambling on stones. If he pretended to be a Fate Master, perhaps he wouldn't arouse suspicion.

A pile of stones was cut open, and even if a million-dollar treasure appeared, Jiang Anping was not happy.

Where are the seeds of the Ice Crystal Grass?

The next day, the third round of the Genius Championship began.

Today, traditional martial arts competitions started, selecting the top ten based on combat power to participate in the Divine Island competition.

Millions of people gathered in the arena, with the stands filled with cultivators, the noise deafening.

Watching the geniuses fight was not only a visual pleasure but also a way to learn.

Of course, most people were simply there to gamble, enjoying the excitement.

"Who did you bet on for the first match?"

"Are you kidding? Only a fool wouldn't bet on Zhou Feng, the genius of the Ethereal Sect."

"This Zhou Feng is a rare sword cultivator, who has entered the path of the sword. Even in the Ethereal Sect, he is among the top geniuses."

"I bet ten spirit stones on Jiang Anping. If he wins, I can earn a hundred!"

"Idiot, if you believe he can win, you might as well go bet on the stones; you're sure to hit a treasure."

Ordinary cultivators sat in the stands, while wealthy cultivators had private boxes.

The private boxes were quiet, close to the battlefield, providing a clear view.

Xia Qing sat in the box, her brows furrowed.

"Where are Jiang Anping and Meng Jing? The competition is about to start, why haven't we seen them?"

Jin Lin scratched his head, "Yesterday we went to the Caiyuan Guangjin Chamber together. They said they were going to sell something and then split up."

Feng Yuchen, still hugging her arms, said jealously, "Where else could they go? To an inn, of course."

Where else would a man and a woman go if they don't come back all night?

Upon hearing this, several young girls blushed and pretended to look at the battlefield.

"Bang!"

The box door was pushed open, and Meng Jing ran in happily, grinning from ear to ear.

Seeing her, Xia Qing's furrowed brows relaxed, "Where have you been? Where's Jiang Anping?"

"Jiang Anping went to the backstage to prepare. We were at the stone gambling place all day yesterday. You don't know, Jiang Anping's luck is super amazing, he won a lot of spirit stones! Hehe~"

Meng Jing puffed out her chest, unable to resist showing off.

"Bang!"

Xia Qing slammed her hand on the table, her voice rising, "The competition is today, and you were still playing at the stone gambling place?"

"Uh..."

Meng Jing lowered her head, realizing she had said too much.

Xia Qing raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, "Forget it, anyway, Jiang Anping won't win. You should rest well; it's your turn to compete today."

Xia Qing had no hope for Jiang Anping.

If Jiang Anping had drawn someone else, there might have been a chance.

But he drew Zhou Feng.

Jin Lin secretly sighed, Brother Jiang's mentality is really good.

But it's also true; since he can't win, he might as well enjoy himself.

"The first match is about to begin. Please, Jiang Anping and Zhou Feng, enter the arena."

As the female cultivator hosting the competition announced, two figures emerged from the two passages of the arena.

One held a sword, his expression calm, exuding a proud aura.

The other wore simple black clothes, still somewhat young but already showing a heroic demeanor.

The appearance of the two caused a stir in the stands.

"It's finally starting. We're about to see a battle between top geniuses."

"Haha, I bet all my money. I'm just waiting to collect."

"Zhou Feng, take that kid out in one move!"

The two opponents faced each other on the battlefield, looking at each other.

Zhou Feng sneered, "One sword, today I only need one sword to take you out!"

Jiang Anping's eyes were calm, showing no emotion.

He couldn't forget the day Zhou Feng tried to kill him.

If it weren't for Xia Qing and his master appearing, he would have been dead for sure.

He had endured humiliation for months, all for today.

The beautiful female referee announced, "The rules of the competition are as follows: no killing, no use of artifacts beyond the Foundation Establishment stage, no use of talismans or secret techniques, and no consumption of pills."

"Any violation of the rules will result in immediate disqualification."

"Now, I declare the competition begins!"

The referee's voice was pleasant, refreshing to the ears.

As her voice fell, Zhou Feng instantly drew his sword.

A huge sword aura appeared in the air, the terrifying sword energy slicing through the clouds, its sharpness evident.

The beautiful female referee's expression turned serious, and she exclaimed, "It's actually sword intent! To comprehend sword intent at the Foundation Establishment stage, there are fewer than ten people in the entire Great Xia!"

"Truly worthy of being a young hero of the Ethereal Sect. The outcome of this battle is already decided."

Seeing this, Xia Qing in the box sighed silently.

The gap between Jiang Anping and Zhou Feng was too large; there was no way to compete.

Feng Yuchen said solemnly, "Even I would find it difficult to withstand that sword intent, let alone Jiang Anping."

Fang Xing, Yun Huang, and others, upon seeing the sword intent, also showed changes in their expressions.

Truly worthy of a genius sword cultivator, comprehending sword intent at the Foundation Establishment stage, which even Golden Core cultivators couldn't do.

"Get lost!" Zhou Feng swung his sword.

The sword intent descended from the sky, slashing towards Jiang Anping.

This kind of trash doesn't even deserve to be on the same battlefield as him.

Jiang Anping took a small step forward with his right leg, slightly crouched, his right hand in front and left hand behind, assuming a defensive stance.

The terrifying sword intent descended.

However, the expected massive collision sound did not occur.

The audience, ready to cheer for victory, seemed to be stuck.

The huge sword intent floated above Jiang Anping.

Jiang Anping swung his arm, and the huge sword intent suddenly changed direction, slashing back towards Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng's face changed drastically, and he quickly swung his sword to counter.

"Bang!"

The two sword intents collided, producing a loud noise. The fierce sword energy created deep gashes in the ground, and dust flew up.

Jiang Anping's black hair danced, his posture and expression unchanged, like a ten-thousand-year-old pine tree, immovable as a mountain.

The audience stared wide-eyed.

"What's going on! How did he deflect the sword intent back!"

"It's the Wuji Fist!"

"This Jiang Anping is not simple!"

Many people recognized the Wuji Fist. This famous technique, once used, is easily identified.

Zhou Feng's face turned dark; he couldn't solve the opponent with one sword, which made him lose face.

"Do you really think I can't solve you? I held back because I didn't want to kill you with one sword. This time, I will attack with full force!"

Zhou Feng underestimated Jiang Anping, not expecting his Wuji Fist to have reached such a level.

He once again activated the sword intent, which was even more terrifying this time.

"Zhou Feng! You must win! I bet all my money on you!"

"Take him down!"

"Go!"

The audience cheered for Zhou Feng.

The reason was simple: they had bet on him.

"Die!"

Zhou Feng's full-force attack descended, the fierce sword energy causing a fierce wind.

Jiang Anping's clothes rustled, but his face showed no emotional fluctuation.

He once again activated the Wuji Fist, a strange force swirling around his body.

The sword intent that was originally aimed at him circled in front of him and then struck back at Zhou Feng.

Zhou Feng's eyes widened, "Impossible!!"

This was his full-force attack, yet it couldn't break through Jiang Anping's Wuji Fist!

Last time, he easily injured the opponent with just two swords.