Chapter 63

"Looks like everyone wants to vie for the top three." Qin Xin's lips curled into a smile. He was pleased to see such a competitive spirit: "The rules remain the same as before. No intentional maiming or permanent injury, and no intentional teaming up to target a single person. Now, the hundred people will begin the free-for-all."

Almost the moment Qin Xin finished speaking, the hundred people began to move, quickly stepping away from each other and creating distance before looking for opportunities to strike.

Those who had survived the two previous free-for-alls were not just lucky; their overall strength was also exceptional.

For a moment, no one made a move easily. They looked around, alert and cautious, trying to ensure that there were no enemies behind them.

A peculiar scene unfolded as the hundred people spread out around the edges of the large arena, watching each other.

Soon, some people began to move, striking out to the sides, creating a chain reaction that set everyone in motion.

Fists broke through the air, palm winds howled, leg shadows flew, sword light was sharp, and the glow of blades was cold...

Everyone brought out their true abilities, but they did not unleash their full strength. In a large free-for-all, holding back was necessary.

Chen Zong's sword moved like lightning, sparks flying as it cut through the air.

Under his sword, one person was forced back but did not fall off the arena. However, someone else quickly seized the opportunity to attack relentlessly, eventually forcing the person to fall off the arena. This was not considered a premeditated team-up and was not a violation of the rules.

With the first person falling off the arena, it set a precedent, and soon the second and third followed.

"A mere fifth-layer Blood Qi realm, don't even think about the top three." A sixth-layer peak Blood Qi realm warrior quietly approached from behind, striking decisively and ruthlessly. A palm, like a collapsing mountain, slammed towards Chen Zong's back.

However, Chen Zong's body moved like a willow, drifting forward with the palm wind, then suddenly disappearing from the person's sight. The sword light flashed, intersecting with the shadows, and a single strike split the person's back, causing blood to flow.

Immediately, a fist wind came from the front. Chen Zong struck the person's chest with a punch, sending him off the arena.

Chen Zong charged forward with his sword, the light of the blade changing unpredictably—light, swift, sharp, and fierce. Each strike carried at least three thousand pounds of force, making it difficult to resist.

One, two, three...

"Good kid." Qin Xin's eyes lit up again. Since the start of the free-for-all, his main focus had been on Chen Zong. He noticed that Chen Zong not only had excellent sword skills but also rich combat experience and a good grasp of timing, qualities that a true strong person should possess.

Of course, Chen Zong's current cultivation and strength were still weak, but it showed that he had great potential.

For a warrior, potential was very important. Without potential, there was no future. The word "potential" was not just about talent; it involved many aspects.

Talent, temperament, willpower, and so on.

While watching Chen Zong, Qin Xin also observed Tang Junluo, Li Zhen, and Zhao Wangcheng, the other three of the Four Young Heroes of Fengwu. Although their performance was not as outstanding as Chen Zong's, they were still formidable, especially Tang Junluo, who had refined his blood qi eight times during his martial disciple period, a rare achievement in the history of the Seven Dawn Martial Academy.

The precious iron sword in Chen Zong's hand seemed to come alive, changing in various ways. When the opponent's attack came, it was quickly broken by Chen Zong's sword, and he found a weakness to exploit, advancing and defeating the opponent.

On the Chen family side, seeing Chen Zong still handling the situation with ease on the large arena, they all smiled.

"Those two who attacked Chen Zong just now were from the Fine Rain Gang. Deal with them." Elder Wei's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity. It had been a close call, and Chen Zong was almost seriously injured and disqualified.

On the large arena, the number of people was decreasing, but the pressure on each person was increasing.

This kind of free-for-all was like sifting through sand, leaving only the best.

Chen Zong and Tang Junluo had not yet faced each other directly. Perhaps, in their subconscious, they both had the idea to avoid each other for now and save it for the end.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Qin Xin's voice rang out. Everyone on the large arena paused, and it was clear that only ten people remained: "Now, the top three will be decided among these ten. According to your positions, from left to right, you are numbered one to ten."

Chen Zong was number three, Tang Junluo was number two, Li Zhen was number six, and Zhao Wangcheng was number eight.

"Number one versus number ten, number two versus number nine, number three versus number eight, number four versus number seven, and number five versus number six. The winners will advance to compete for the top three." Qin Xin was concise: "Except for number one and number ten, the other eight will wait on the side."

Number one came from the Tang family, a prestigious family, while number ten came from a small family. Both were at the peak of the sixth-layer Blood Qi realm. Number ten's ability to break through the ranks of over nine hundred people and enter the final round was a testament to his strength.

Number one wielded a long spear, which, when swung, created a violent whirlwind.

Number ten practiced with a broad axe, a weapon that was relatively rare. Those who used it were either very poor or very outstanding. Clearly, number ten was very skilled with the broad axe, or he would have been eliminated long ago.

In the end, number one was superior, as he came from a prestigious family with a deeper foundation than a small family.

Number one advanced, while number ten was eliminated.

The second match: number two versus number nine.

Number two was Tang Junluo, and his opponent was Sun Li from the Sun family, one of the five major families.

One was at the peak of the fifth-layer Blood Qi realm, and the other was at the peak of the sixth-layer Blood Qi realm, but it was hard to say who would win.

With a golden dragon-patterned long spear in hand, Tang Junluo's eyes were filled with a domineering aura, like a king leading his troops into battle. His opponent was solemn, not daring to underestimate him.

The battle began.

Sun Li moved like a leopard, charging forward and quickly striking with his fists, transforming into a fierce and agile leopard.

Tang Junluo's eyes became sharp, and his spear, like a dragon emerging from the depths, moved with the force of wind and thunder. The spear moved like a dragon.

Sun Li rolled to avoid the spear, then quickly attacked Tang Junluo with even greater speed. Tang Junluo's arms trembled, and the golden spear moved like waves, striking and splitting the air with a powerful force.

Sun Li rolled again to avoid the spear, which struck the arena, creating a crack that spread out.

He leaped up, and like a leopard, he launched a series of rapid and fierce punches, the wind from his fists sharp enough to shatter stone, pressing down on Tang Junluo.

Tang Junluo had to use his footwork to retreat, moving like a dragon.

The spear moved, and golden spear shadows filled the air, transforming into countless spear points.

Sun Li's Blood Qi power erupted, and with a fierce roar, a leopard's shadow appeared around him. He shattered the spear points and struck Tang Junluo's chest, forcing him to retreat, while he himself was hit by the spear points, bleeding.

It was a mutual defeat, but Tang Junluo, wearing a silver-threaded inner armor, absorbed much of the impact and only suffered minor injuries.

Sun Li, though bleeding from multiple wounds, had only superficial injuries.

The battle was not yet decided, and they could continue.

In the end, Sun Li retreated. He knew that in his current state, he might defeat Tang Junluo but would certainly be injured, making it difficult to win the next match and secure a top-three position.

Tang Junluo advanced.

The third match: number three versus number eight.

Chen Zong, the True Sword, versus Zhao Wangcheng, the Cold Blade, was undoubtedly exciting.

At the previous Ascending Dragon Gathering hosted by Tang Junluo, Chen Zong had fought Li Zhen and Tang Junluo but had not faced Zhao Wangcheng. Now, the time had come.

"Chen Zong, I will defeat you." Zhao Wangcheng's gaze was cold and sharp, his voice like a blade.

"Come on." Chen Zong smiled, pointing his precious iron sword at Zhao Wangcheng. To be honest, he was curious about Zhao Wangcheng, as they were both among the Four Young Heroes of Fengwu.

Zhao Wangcheng, with a cold and fierce expression, took a step forward, his long knife glinting with a cold light, transforming into a sharp blade of light, slicing down like lightning, sending a chilling coldness through the air.

Chen Zong did not dodge, stepping forward with a resolute determination. His wrist trembled, and the precious iron sword created a series of sword flowers, which spread out. Then, from among the sword flowers, a sharp blade of light broke through and struck.

The sword and the knife shone together!

Zhao Wangcheng used the Zhao family's Cold Edge Thirteen Strikes, which emphasized sharpness, with each strike being more powerful than the last and seamlessly connected. By the thirteenth strike, the power would be extremely formidable.

After some time, Zhao Wangcheng had finally mastered the Cold Edge Thirteen Strikes to a subtle level, making it even more powerful.

His Blood Qi power, sharp like a blade, further enhanced the power of the Cold Edge Thirteen Strikes.

Chen Zong, however, was not weak. He used the Flash Lightning Sword Technique at the subtle level, with light and thunder merging, creating a powerful and shocking force, shattering the blade of light.

In terms of power, the Flash Lightning Sword Technique was no less than the Cold Edge Thirteen Strikes.

In terms of combat experience, technique, and timing, Chen Zong even surpassed Zhao Wangcheng.

In terms of cultivation, they were equal.

In terms of cultivation techniques, Chen Zong's True Sword Heaven-Defying Technique was stronger.

After just a few exchanges, Chen Zong began to gain the upper hand and suppress Zhao Wangcheng.

"Ice Flow Blade Technique: Ice Flow Slash!"

Without hesitation, Zhao Wangcheng unleashed his Blood Qi power, using the first level of the Ice Flow Blade Technique, a mid-grade human-level martial art, at the small success level, which was more powerful than the first level of a low-grade human-level martial art at the great success level.

A single strike, emitting a shocking cold light, froze the air and struck down like a mountain collapse, spreading a chilling coldness around, causing people to gasp in surprise.

Chen Zong did not dodge but instead struck with a sword, eight sword lights merging into one, unstoppable.

"The Light Splitting Shadow has indeed reached the great success level!" Elder Wei and the Chen family members narrowed their eyes, secretly excited, as they had only heard about it before but now saw it with their own eyes.

He directly shattered the cold, icy blade of light, sent the long knife flying, and struck Zhao Wangcheng. At the moment of impact, he turned his wrist and used the flat of the sword to strike, forcing Zhao Wangcheng back.

Zhao Wangcheng, wearing a silver-threaded inner armor, was not seriously injured but was forced back, unable to stop, and retreated several steps before finally stopping.

Without a doubt, with his long knife flying away, he had lost.

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