Chapter 59

Chen Feng chuckled softly, "Uncle Master, don't worry. When Su Shaoyou's puppy used the talisman weapon, I used the Immovable Vajra Seal to block most of it. It looked terrible, but it wasn't that serious. Just some superficial injuries."

Han Cong finally felt relieved.

Not long after they returned to their residence, Han Yuer also came back, excitedly chattering away.

Han Yuer had actually won as well.

Her opponent was very strong, but after taking the Essence Consolidation Pill, Han Yuer had stabilized at the Sixth Level of the Later Heaven stage. Combined with her exquisite whip technique and the extremely resilient new black gold vine whip, she had ground her opponent down.

The wolf-tooth spikes on the whip pierced her opponent's body, leaving him covered in blood, a sight too gruesome to bear.

After this intense battle, Chen Feng rested for three days.

The Peepal Leaf Golden Sutra was extremely effective for healing. After three days, he had fully recovered, his true qi surging, incredibly powerful.

Of course, the cost was the absorption of nearly a hundred pieces of medium-grade spirit stones.

His current strength had increased to 11,000 catties.

Not only that, after the bloody battle, Chen Feng had a deeper understanding of the Immovable Vajra Seal. Now, he could increase the power of the Immovable Vajra Seal from 13,000 catties to 15,000 catties by consuming twice the normal amount of true qi.

In the fourth round, only forty disciples remained to participate in the outer sect competition.

Two more rounds, and the top ten disciples would be decided!

These top ten disciples would enter the inner sect!

In the fourth round, Chen Feng's opponent was a well-known expert in the outer sect: Yang Mubai.

After the referee announced the start, Yang Mubai bowed to Chen Feng, "I heard about your heroic deed three days ago, and I am very impressed."

"I, Yang Mubai, come from a humble background and have a low status. Since I entered the sect, I have been oppressed by those with powerful backgrounds and influence. I wanted to resist, but I didn't dare!"

"But you, Brother Chen, did what I didn't dare to do! I admire you greatly! You are the one who should enter the inner sect and cultivate the supreme path! So..."

He directly jumped off the stage, smiling, "I concede!"

Chen Feng was taken aback, not expecting Yang Mubai to concede directly.

He could see that Yang Mubai was a peak Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage expert, a significant figure among the outer sect disciples. He wasn't without a fighting chance.

Chen Feng smiled slightly, "Brother Yang, you are a straightforward and honorable man."

In the stands, Han Cong gestured to Zhao Ruoxi and laughed, "Brother Zhao, come on, hand over the bet!"

Zhao Ruoxi was dumbfounded. After a long while, he angrily shouted at Yang Mubai, "Are you still a disciple of the Gan Yuan Sect? Is there such a thing as surrendering without a fight? Pah! Disgraceful!"

But no matter what, the bet had to be paid.

After Chen Feng left the stage, Han Cong quickly pulled him aside and laughed, "Feng'er, take a look at what I got for you."

He handed over the sword.

Chen Feng took it, looked at him in confusion, and then drew the sword.

He immediately exclaimed, "What a fine sword!"

The sword was two and a half feet long, relatively short for a long sword, incredibly sharp, and as clear as autumn water. In the sunlight, it seemed to have layers of intricate and luxurious flowers on its blade.

"This is the Autumn Water Sword, originally the sword of a senior in our sect. The senior passed the Autumn Water Sword to Zhao Ruoxi before his death, and now I have won it."

"I know you have been practicing sword techniques recently, so I am giving this sword to you!"

Han Cong smiled.

Chen Feng nodded heavily but did not thank him.

Given their relationship, there was no need for such formalities.

The fifth round, the battle to determine the top ten, finally began.

The number of stages had been reduced to ten.

Without a doubt, the most anticipated match was the one on Chen Feng's stage!

This young man, who had entered the competition as a dark horse, had advanced through the rounds, reaching the fifth round. If he won this match, he would become one of the top ten disciples of the outer sect!

He would enjoy glory and abundant resources.

After this round, the outer sect competition would end, and the ten most outstanding outer sect disciples would be given special arrangements.

The battle had not yet begun.

The stands were filled with elders, at least several dozen of them.

They were clearly divided into two factions. About ten of them were sitting next to Han Cong, all of whom had a good relationship with Yan Qingyu or had been favored by him and still remembered his kindness.

The other twenty or so were those who had deep enmity with the former Yan Qingyu. They had come this time to hope for Chen Feng's swift defeat.

These people were led by Zhao Ruoxi.

"I wonder if Chen Feng can continue his legend! He is the biggest highlight of this year!"

"His current displayed strength is only at the Seventh Level of the Later Heaven stage, but I suspect he is hiding a lot. The fact that he could repel an elder with a single palm three days ago is proof!"

"Right! I estimate his strength is at least at the peak of the Eighth Level of the Later Heaven stage! With such an outstanding disciple, Brother Yan can rest in peace."

The elders on Han Cong's side were all saying encouraging and positive things.

The elders on the other side, however, were all pessimistic about Chen Feng.