Chapter 273: All Warriors Bow Their Heads!
Thunder rumbled as the newly erged Fist Domain rged into the Sword Domain, making the latter’s aura even more terrifying.
Cracks ford in Feng Qingcang’s Spear Domain, distorted under an imnse pressure.
It was on the verge of shattering!
“Patriarch!” a mber of the Feng family shouted in alarm.
Feng Qingcang snapped out of his shock and reached for the spear by his feet.
“Young one! I acknowledge your strength!
“But if you think I’ll surrender without a fight…
“Impossible!”
Feng Qingcang’s white hair whipped wildly as he unleashed a secret technique, causing his aura to surge.
“Take my spear!
“Lishui Divine Spear: Falling Sun!”
As the spear thrust forward, the sparring ground seed to transform into a vast expanse of water, the spear’s descent like a setting sun, radiating its final brilliance.
“Excellent!” A flash of admiration appeared in ng Changqing’s eyes.
As expected of a Titled Marquis, Feng Qingcang fought with dignity.
Even now, he did not choose to yield but went all out instead!
Defeating such an opponent would further solidify ng Changqing’s invincible resolve, elevating it to another level!
“Sword Twenty Five.” ng Changqing’s voice was calm.
With a single slash, it felt as if heaven and earth were crumbling, leaving nothing intact.
Void shattered in large patches, engulfing everything, including Feng Qingcang’s final spear strike!
The entire sparring ground beca a chaotic expanse, as if the world’s surface had been peeled back, exposing its true essence — a domain of turbulent void currents.
Only those in the Marquis Realm or higher could stand within it, unaffected.
For the surrounding spectators, however, all they could see was chaos, unable to perceive the deeper layers of the battle due to their limited cultivation.
“I… lost.” Feng Qingcang spat out a mouthful of blood, leaning on his spear to remain upright.
Looking at ng Changqing, his eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions.
The younger generation truly surpassed the old.
At such a young age, ng Changqing had already reached such heights.
Feng Qingcang could not imagine the heights this youth would one day reach.
Suddenly, behind ng Changqing, a blazing sun rose.
Its terrifying aura enveloped the entire arena, filling the heavens and earth!
Everyone felt as though their spirits were being suppressed, unable to muster the will to resist.
“Unyielding Will!” Feng Qingcang’s pupils contracted.
Under this overwhelming will, even he felt his shoulders grow heavy, as if bearing a mountain.
His strength was suppressed by two to three tenths!
“He possesses the Unyielding Will!
“He’s walking the path of invincibility!”
Feng Qingcang finally understood.
Living on the fringe of the barren region ant the news he received was limited.
As the head of the Feng family, he spent most of his ti in cultivation and only had a vague understanding of such matters.
“Unyielding Will!” Exclamations erupted from the surrounding crowd.
Condensing the Unyielding Will was incredibly difficult, requiring one to defeat countless powerful opponents continuously.
Even a single loss or draw would render the effort aningless.
One had to win, and win without fail!
“An invincible one!” Zheng Rulong clenched his fists, his gaze burning with passion.
It had been his dream to tread the invincible path.
For many, the invincible path was a youthful aspiration, but reality was cruel.
In the eyes of most, only the Holy Land’s core disciples were qualified to walk the path of invincibility, as they were strong enough to do so.
But now, a genius from the Southern Region had achieved it!
Cracks spread behind ng Changqing as his Unyielding Will surged, the blazing sun growing more majestic and vast.
It was like a heavenly sun, standing tall in the mortal realm!
The terrifying aura suppressed all life. Every warrior instinctively lowered their heads, unable to lift them.
Even Feng Qingcang struggled to resist, but in the end, he too lowered his head.
And in that mont, his heart was consud by dejection.
This was the suppression of martial faith.
“Unyielding Will, like a midday sun!”
“All warriors under heaven bow their heads!”
When the surge of Invincible Will finally subsided, ng Changqing withdrew all his power, and tranquility returned.
The crowd sighed in relief as though a massive weight had been lifted.
Everyone was drenched in sweat.
No one had expected that rely watching from the sidelines would affect them so profoundly!
“Too terrifying!
“Such boundless martial foundation is beyond imagination!
“If he had unleashed it at the start, Feng Qingcang wouldn’t have lasted a single move!”
Soone shuddered at the thought.
“Indeed.” Others nodded in agreent.
“Then why didn’t he use it at the start? Why fight for so long?”
“Isn’t it obvious? The Southern Region’s top genius just entered the Marquis Realm. He wanted to use Feng Qingcang as a whetstone to test his martial theories, gain experience, and uncover his weaknesses.”
Hearing this, the crowd realized the truth.
Indeed, ng Changqing’s early performance had seed a bit clumsy, but he had quickly adapted to the rhythm of the Marquis Realm, growing stronger with each passing mont.
“Using a titled Marquis as a whetstone…” soone muttered, their heart filled with awe.
To most, a titled Martial Marquis was an unparalleled existence, soone whose re gaze inspired reverence.
But now, such a figure had been used as a re whetstone.
“I can already see the future. A supre powerhouse will rise in Central Province!” this thought resounded in everyone’s hearts.
“The victor is ng Changqing of the Southern Region’s Tai Xuan Sect,” the arbiter, a mber of Wanxiang Pavilion, announced the final verdict.
Though dressed in the robes of a Pavilion elder, the word “Linglong” embroidered on his sleeve revealed his affiliation with the Linglong Holy Land.
“Tai Xuan Sect…” The elder gave ng Changqing a deep, aningful glance.
“Patriarch!” mbers of the Feng family cried out in dismay.
No one had expected such an upset on the final day.
Their patriarch had lost, and to a junior no less!
This ant that for the next decade, the Feng clan would lose access to significant resources and struggle to maintain its current rate of developnt.
“Silence.” Feng Qingcang’s voice was stern.
“Victory goes to the strong. Skill determines fate. No need for noise.” Turning to ng Changqing, he said, “Young man, you are strong. I admit my defeat.”
“Your strength is formidable as well, senior.” ng Changqing smiled faintly, his impression of Feng Qingcang favorable.
Even in defeat, the man maintained his composure and grace.
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