Chapter 63: A Sword That Leaves No Dust

"Alright, Junior Brother Shen Chen, you must be careful!"

Seeing the fearless smile on the face of the young man opposite him, Qi Zheng's fighting spirit suddenly surged to its peak. Since he became famous, he had participated in countless duels among the sect's disciples, but very few had made him want to use his full strength.

It wasn't that Qi Zheng was arrogant, but rather that at a certain stage of a martial artist's development, a sense of loneliness sets in. Looking around the entire sect, there were hardly any peers who could make Qi Zheng use his full strength. Qi Zheng himself had long set his sights on the vast lands beyond the sect's hundred-mile radius, perhaps in the Luo Yun City, which spanned nearly a thousand miles, he would find a worthy opponent.

This mindset had persisted for many years. Originally, Qi Zheng thought that the same situation would continue during this sect-wide competition. However, the appearance of this young man made him feel a sudden brightness from the moment he saw him.

The previous round of confrontation had reignited a long-lost passion in him. This young man had already proven through his actions that he was worth Qi Zheng's full effort!

"Kill!"

While contemplating in his mind, Qi Zheng suddenly raised his golden spear and, with a powerful step, cracked the blue stone tiles of the square. His figure shot up, and a heart-stirring wave of energy surged around him.

"True Martial Sun Spear!"

In mid-air, Qi Zheng, like a soaring eagle, instantly unleashed a dense golden radiance from his golden spear.

There was no doubt that the power of this technique alone was enough to make any opponent want to submit. At this moment, Qi Zheng's aura was overwhelmingly strong, with a crimson-gold mist swirling around him. It seemed as if another blazing sun had risen in the sky, vying for brilliance with the sun above.

"What an astonishing martial technique! Could this be a legendary Earth Rank technique?"

"Absolutely terrifying! Senior Brother Qi Zheng is like a war general descending from the heavens, incredibly powerful!"

"Could this be Senior Brother Qi Zheng's true strength..."

Around the square, the disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sect were already staring with wide eyes, dumbfounded. Many had only heard of Qi Zheng's formidable reputation but had never seen him in action.

Even some of the older disciples had only seen Qi Zheng overwhelming his opponents, never witnessing such a powerful display.

Undoubtedly, Qi Zheng's reputation as the top disciple of the sect had deeply influenced this generation of disciples. Many were eagerly awaiting the moment when Qi Zheng would shine, and now it seemed to have become a reality. The revered war god was displaying his might right before their eyes!

"True Martial Sun Spear, this is... a genuine lower Earth Rank technique. With this, Qi Zheng is like a tiger with wings!"

In the VIP seats, many of the prominent figures from the surrounding hundred miles were also stunned. The land where the Flowing Cloud Sect was located was not particularly rich, and many people spent their entire lives looking up to the sect as a colossal entity. Advanced Human Rank techniques had long become their lifelong treasures.

At this moment, when someone revealed the rank of the "True Martial Sun Spear," many felt a sense of unreality. Each person had their own world, and Qi Zheng's display seemed to surpass the horizons of many!

This was an indescribable impact and shock! Compared to this, even though Tian Zhan had used an Earth Rank technique earlier, its effect on the audience was limited. The "Blood Tide Technique" was likely the lowest tier of lower Earth Rank techniques, and its effects were too subtle, far less direct and simple than Qi Zheng's current display.

For a moment, even the five elders and some of the higher-ups of the Flowing Cloud Sect were restless, deeply moved. Shen Chen's earlier performance had already been impressive, but no one expected that this outstanding disciple would be equally stunning. At such a young age, he possessed a lower Earth Rank technique!

How could this not send shivers down the spines of the Flowing Cloud Sect's leadership? After all, even the sect's signature technique was only at the peak of Advanced Human Rank!

Of course, this was just their one-sided assumption. In reality, even the sect's leadership didn't know that the sect's signature technique, the Purple Lightning Flowing Cloud Sword, was also a lower Earth Rank technique. If these old monsters knew that the "Purple Lightning Flowing Cloud Sword" was a lower Earth Rank technique and had "inconveniently" fallen into the hands of someone, they would have been furious...

"It seems to be a match of equals. Brat, it's your turn to show your stuff. If you disgrace my technique, I'll beat you to death when I come down..." In the center of the VIP seats, Sect Master Liao Yan fell silent, his eyes slightly narrowed, smiling without a word. No one could guess what he was thinking...

On the square, as soon as Qi Zheng unleashed the True Martial Sun Spear, the atmosphere around him became intense. This was a genuine lower Earth Rank technique, and a high-quality one at that. Combined with Qi Zheng's outstanding cultivation, it was truly a match of a powerful technique and a hero, complementing each other!

"True Martial Sun Spear... indeed terrifying!"

On one side of the square, feeling the sudden surge of pressure, Shen Chen's gaze became extremely serious. The outcome of this battle was uncertain. Originally, his advantage was his numerous techniques, but with Qi Zheng's lower Earth Rank technique, this advantage seemed to be waning, and even turned into a disadvantage.

Shen Chen could clearly see that the lower Earth Rank technique Qi Zheng was using was even more powerful than the "Howling Moon Lone Wolf Slash" he had given to Wang Yue. It wasn't that Shen Chen was fickle, but this was an undeniable fact. At this moment, Qi Zheng's aura truly made him feel an extreme sense of danger.

"Ha! Junior Brother, I'm not relying on the Earth Rank technique to bully you. My True Martial Sun Spear has three forms. I don't expect you to counter it; just if you can withstand it, I'll be impressed!"

In the air nearby, empowered by the Earth Rank technique, Qi Zheng's figure was suspended in mid-air, a feat impossible for a Blood Fusion Realm martial artist. His laughter echoed, clearly filled with intense fighting spirit.

"Alright! Senior Brother Qi Zheng, please go all out, no need to hold back!" Shen Chen was also inspired by Senior Brother Qi Zheng's valor, responding proudly. At the same time, his right hand held a bright crimson-gold sword, purple mist swirling, clearly preparing his strongest attack!

At this point, the duel had reached a decisive moment. Neither of them wanted to miss the opportunity to shine.

"True Martial Sun Spear, Spear Piercing the Sun!"

Finally, Qi Zheng made the first move. Golden radiance burst from behind him, and he threw his golden spear into the air. It shot down like a meteor with blazing flames, powerful and unstoppable.

"Crack..." As the spear traced a fiery path through the air, a piercing whistling sound echoed, and the dust on the square was swept up by the immense impact. Even before the spearhead arrived, Shen Chen felt as if he was locked in place, with a weight of ten thousand pounds pressing down on him.

Around the square, the breaths of countless onlookers were held. This spear was too terrifying. Even a Hall Master or a Fleet Commander at the tenth level of the Blood Fusion Realm might not be able to withstand it. How could a disciple in his mid-teens face such a challenge?

On the other side, Shen Chen also moved. With the Fox Shadow Steps, he charged upward with his sword, facing the most terrifying attack he had ever encountered since joining the Flowing Cloud Sect. He had never faced such a formidable opponent head-on!

However, in the face of a strong enemy, Shen Chen never knew fear or retreat. The crimson-gold sword in his hand seemed to come alive, its shadow weaving through the air, flashing with cold light. Each movement was fluid and seamless.

"Flowing Cloud Style!"

Shen Chen's move was the essence of the third form of the Purple Lightning Flowing Cloud Sword. It seemed scattered but contained profound secrets. The scene created by the sword shadows was like a flowing cloud, light and effortless, yet always ready to unleash a storm.

At the same time, Qi Zheng's spear was about to strike. The spear's power was overwhelming, the spearhead visibly burning, giving a sense of despair. Many were on edge for Shen Chen.

However, the expected scene of the spear sweeping the young man away did not happen. Just before the spearhead and sword tip met, the layers of sword shadows around Shen Chen suddenly burst into cold light, like a cloud of mist dispersing, replaced by a dark fog. Within the fog, a bolt of lightning, as thick as an adult's arm, suddenly shot out with the sword.

The scene was like a sudden bolt of lightning piercing through a long-silent storm cloud, shocking and awe-inspiring!

In the end, the light arc of the sword and lightning collided with Qi Zheng's spear.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, many people's eardrums were painfully ringing. The disciples of the sect who were closer to the action were desperately trying to cover their ears, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

One could imagine that if such a powerful impact had occurred on the previous arena, it would not have been a simple collapse from one corner.

"Is this still a duel between two junior disciples..."

Many people couldn't help but think this. The competition between two outstanding disciples of the sect seemed to have surpassed their expectations.

Silence!

Everything around the square seemed to lose its sound. The vast blue stone square in front of the Purple Mist Hall seemed to leave only the two young men in combat.

"Ha! Junior Brother, you are truly a dragon among men!" In mid-air, Qi Zheng had already retrieved his golden spear, but the shock Shen Chen had caused him made him, the famous figure of the sect for many years, sincerely praise the young man, who had once again impressed him.

"Hehe... Senior Brother Qi Zheng, don't you still have two more forms of the True Martial Sun Spear..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Shen Chen suddenly stepped out from the swirling dust, still leading with his sword, and charged upward.

This time, it was Shen Chen who took the initiative, charging forward.

"This..."

Qi Zheng was greatly surprised. Seeing this, the outstanding disciple known as the war god of the Flowing Cloud Sect was deeply moved, his face filled with disbelief.

In the previous round, Qi Zheng had held nothing back. Even if he couldn't defeat the young man in one move, the young man shouldn't have been able to charge again so quickly, in less than three breaths.

Suddenly, Qi Zheng seemed to realize something, his pupils contracting sharply, his heart filled with shock, as if he had seen something incredibly unbelievable!

"Good boy, in just three months, you have mastered all the techniques of the Purple Lightning Flowing Cloud Sword... I haven't misjudged you, hahaha..." In the center of the VIP seats, someone was even more shocked than Qi Zheng. Seeing Shen Chen seamlessly continue his attack after the Flowing Cloud Style, Sect Master Liao Yan's delicate teacup shattered in his hand. An uncontrollable joy and excitement surged on the face of this powerful figure.

"This..."

Seeing Liao Yan's reaction, the five elders and the other prominent figures present were also stunned, speechless with shock.

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