Chapter 53

"Can't even handle a little pain?" Jiang Yulong teased, "Kid, you better pray you don't run into me, or you'll end up in a sorry state."

"Finally, we will have our battle, and I will thoroughly defeat you!" Lin Xuan supported Yin Qingyi back to the rest area.

He actually dared to challenge Jiang Yulong? How bold!

Your information is outdated. Lin Xuan had already issued the challenge half a month ago. It seems this time it will be a fight to the death!

The crowd buzzed with discussion, but most people were not optimistic about Lin Xuan's chances.

Back at the rest area, Lin Xuan examined Yin Qingyi's injuries. Fortunately, the sword array absorbed most of the force, and Yin Qingyi was only knocked back by the shockwave, suffering no major injuries.

The competition continued, and the top eight were finally decided.

Lin Xuan successfully advanced, becoming the dark horse of this tournament, drawing everyone's attention. Many disciples remembered the handsome young man with the dark red greatsword, his explosive techniques, and the Lone Mountain Sword Technique, which were unforgettable.

In the quarterfinals, the first match was Shangguan Liuyun vs. Liu Ming.

The taciturn Shangguan Liuyun still had his eyes closed, defeating his opponent with a single move. This silent dominance left everyone in awe, as no one had yet made the young man take the fight seriously.

The second match was a clash of two geniuses.

Duan Fei vs. Shen Qian'er!

Both were among the Four Heroes of the Outer Sect and were beloved by many disciples for their outstanding appearances. In terms of both strength and fame, they were evenly matched.

Unfortunately, only one of them could advance.

Shen Qian'er, dressed in a green robe, moved gracefully, like a celestial being descended from heaven. Her Falling Flower Jade Palm technique was dazzling, her delicate hands like flawless white jade, and the palm shadows in the air fell like petals.

Falling Flower Jade Palm!

A high-level Yellow Rank martial art, when mastered, can cut through metal and jade, and is impervious to water and fire. However, due to its ease of learning but difficulty in mastering, it is listed among the top ten advanced martial arts of the Outer Sect.

However, Shen Qian'er not only mastered it but reached the pinnacle, with the palm shadows in the air resembling flying petals, crystal clear and transparent. Duan Fei knew that each of these seemingly beautiful petals contained a deadly threat.

Dozens of palm shadows formed a massive jade palm in the air, covering the sky.

"This is palm momentum!" many disciples exclaimed.

Just as swords have sword momentum, palms also have palm momentum. When any martial art reaches perfection, it forms a momentum, and any martial art that forms a momentum is incredibly powerful.

"This is the strength of the Four Heroes of the Outer Sect, indeed terrifying!"

The disciples in the stands exclaimed, and even some of the elders watched closely.

Duan Fei's expression was serious as he continuously moved around the arena. His movements were extremely graceful, always passing through the layers of palm shadows unscathed.

His white robe fluttered in the wind, leaving trails of afterimages in the air.

This was an extremely advanced footwork technique. Compared to Duan Fei, Luo Yi was like a beginner. Lin Xuan watched Duan Fei's movements, constantly comparing them with his own footwork.

Finally, he was surprised to find that Duan Fei's footwork seemed to have surpassed the realm of perfection, reaching a mysterious and profound level.

He carefully experienced it, his eyes widening like stars. In that moment, his mind was particularly clear, and he sensed something beyond the footwork itself.

At this moment, the situation on the arena suddenly changed.

The jade palm in the sky fell with a thunderous crash, like a world-ending handprint, enveloping the arena.

Boom!

A single palm strike shook the earth, the thunderous sound making the disciples in the front rows pale and tremble.

Debris flew everywhere, leaving a deep palm print in the center of the arena, and Duan Fei disappeared.

"He's in the sky!" a disciple exclaimed.

In the sky, Duan Fei leaped high, taking steps in the air, performing a brief glide.

"Damn! What kind of footwork is this, allowing him to briefly hover in the air!" Everyone stood up in excitement, their faces stunned.

Even the usually meditating Shangguan Liuyun opened his eyes, his dark pupils fixed on the white figure in the air, with a glint of light in his eyes.

On the golden stands, the elders also exclaimed in admiration, their appreciation evident.

"Who would have thought that besides Shangguan Liuyun, there is such a talented young man. In terms of footwork, no one in the Outer Sect can surpass him, I'm afraid," Elder Li said with a smile.

"Yes, this time two seed-level disciples have emerged. It seems our Xuantian Sect is about to flourish!" The other elders also laughed heartily.

In the sky, Duan Fei took seven steps in succession, leaving trails of light in the air. At the same time, a longsword appeared in his hand, its blade glowing, and the sword energy piercing the sky.

White Feather Sword!

In the sky, countless sword beams transformed into white feathers, whistling towards the arena.

Each one was vivid and sharp as a blade.

Shen Qian'er also let out a delicate cry, her jade hands glowing green, the palm shadows colliding with the white feathers, producing a clanging sound.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds, their techniques intricate and endless, leaving the audience in awe.

The entire second arena was filled with large and small craters, with no intact area left.

In the end, Duan Fei's superior skills and ghostly footwork won him the match.

When the two left the arena, the stands erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, everyone going wild.

This was the most thrilling match since the tournament began, with no instant kills or one-sided victories. The two were evenly matched, making the fight exciting.

The cheers lasted for a long time before the referee announced the next match.

Jiang Yulong vs. Wang Meng.

The match was a one-sided affair. Jiang Yulong struck three times, each sword like a fire dragon, the intense heat making many change their expressions.

"This is fire attribute spiritual energy!" an elder exclaimed, "He has actually condensed an attribute!"

It was no wonder the elder was surprised. Generally, disciples only condense attribute spiritual energy after entering the Inner Sect and learning mystic-level techniques. In the Outer Sect, almost no one has achieved this. Even Shangguan Liuyun and others have not shown it, though they might be hiding their true strength.

However, being able to condense attribute spiritual energy in the Outer Sect is a testament to Jiang Yulong's talent.

Jiang Yulong's expression was wild, his black hair flying, his body enveloped in a fiery red spiritual light, like a fire god descended from heaven.

Three strikes sent his seventh-ranked opponent flying, demonstrating his power.

"Shangguan, this time, the first place will be mine!" Jiang Yulong pointed his flaming sword at Shangguan Liuyun, his voice full of confidence.

Whoosh!

Shangguan Liuyun opened his eyes again, like a slumbering beast gradually awakening. His cold eyes turned into two purple beams, shooting towards the arena.

Jiang Yulong showed no fear, his eyes forming two fire dragons that charged at the purple beams.

Boom!

The two collided in mid-air, sparks flying, and terrifying energy sweeping in all directions.

"Challenging Shangguan Liuyun, does the top spot in the Outer Sect need to change hands?"

"Having condensed attribute spiritual energy, he certainly has the right to challenge. I look forward to their battle!"