"Luo Cheng wins!"
The Elder acting as referee for Arena Three was stunned for a mont before announcing the match result.
Luo Cheng turned and left the arena.
Discussions about him, however, lingered persistently.
"What a powerful strike—swift! Precise! Ruthless! Not a shred of hesitation!"
"I originally thought Luo Cheng breaking into the top twenty would be impressive, but now it seems we underestimated him. His strength could secure him a place in the top fifteen!"
"Yeah, I think so too! That strike to kill Teng Yanjie was terrifying—it startled . I just wonder how much of his true strength he used."
"Probably eighty or ninety percent!"
The crowd had no mind for other matches; they eagerly awaited Luo Cheng’s next bout.
On the spectator stands, Dong Qingyuan, who had fought Teng Yanjie to a draw, furrowed his brow slightly.
An instinct as a swordsman told him that Luo Cheng hadn’t used eighty to ninety percent of his strength—perhaps only seventy, or even less!
"He can’t be that monstrous!"
Dong Qingyuan took a deep breath, startled by his own thoughts.
Luo Cheng was rely at the Tongxuan Realm Second Layer; if killing Teng Yanjie required less than seventy percent of his strength, it would be truly terrifying!
Elsewhere, the Crown Prince Hall disciples wore sour expressions, especially Ren Xiaoguang.
Teng Yanjie died too quickly, so quickly that Ren Xiaoguang was caught off guard!
Before the fight, he had publicly mocked and ridiculed Luo Cheng, claiming he would never survive the tournant—his death was certain!
Now, Luo Cheng had slain Teng Yanjie, solidifying his advancent into the top twenty—it was a sure thing—and earning the qualification to face Ren Xiaoguang himself!
This was a blatant slap in the face!
The result left Ren Xiaoguang stewing in anger.
"Very good! I hope you face soon. I’ll personally send you to hell! When the ti cos, I’ll show you what true despair is—what it ans to envy death over life!"
Ren Xiaoguang glared fixedly at Luo Cheng, a wickedly sinister smile stretching across his face.
Luo Cheng’s continual victories had indeed surprised him.
But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing!
This way, he had the opportunity to punish Luo Cheng personally—to destroy him utterly!
What greater satisfaction could there be?
Following Luo Cheng’s defeat of Teng Yanjie, the third group’s tenth round of matches wrapped up swiftly.
Next ca the eleventh round.
Predictably, Luo Cheng’s opponent directly conceded defeat, granting him an effortless eleventh consecutive victory!
As one match concluded after another, the tournant quickly progressed to the twelfth round.
This ti, Luo Cheng’s opponent was Dong Qingyuan, ranked twenty-first.
Dong Qingyuan had fought Teng Yanjie through more than three hundred moves, resulting in a draw.
Yet Luo Cheng had defeated Teng Yanjie in a single strike!
Most expected Dong Qingyuan to surrender outright.
To their surprise.
Dong Qingyuan silently stepped onto the arena.
Clad in a black, fitted martial uniform and bearing a treasure sword at his waist, Dong Qingyuan’s appearance was unremarkable. Yet his kind and approachable expression naturally invited goodwill.
"Go for it, Senior Brother Dong!"
Cheers and encouragent for Dong Qingyuan rang out from the spectator stands.
Dong Qingyuan let out a bitter smile. He hadn’t entertained any thoughts of defeating Luo Cheng—it was impossible, with odds less than one in ten thousand!
Luo Cheng stepped onto the arena and stated bluntly, "You are not my match."
"I know."
Dong Qingyuan nodded, gripping his sword hilt tightly, his knuckles faintly whitening. Unflinching, he replied, "I simply wish to experience ’Human Sword Integration’ for myself, to gauge the gap between us while sharpening my Sword Dao and Sword Heart! Please grant this opportunity!"
This was Dong Qingyuan’s aim!
For a swordsman, encountering a rival who had mastered Human Sword Integration was a rare chance!
Moreover, he had a thought—one that required personal verification!
Upon hearing this, Luo Cheng nodded, drawing out the Fla Trace Sword. An unparalleled, razor-sharp sword aura unfurled as he said, "Show your strongest attack."
"Alright!"
Dong Qingyuan’s eyes suddenly hardened with resolve; he unleashed his Martial Soul, releasing a flood of Essence Energy.
"Infinite Split Shadow!"
His aura surged to its peak. With a thunderous roar, Dong Qingyuan gripped his sword with both hands and cleaved downward fiercely!
Buzz!
Instantly, the arena filled with chilling cries like wailing ghosts.
Hundreds of sword energies distorted the very air of the platform. In the void, faint streaks of lightning and sparks flickered, elusive and untouchable!
"Impressive."
Luo Cheng regarded Dong Qingyuan’s sword technique with so appreciation. To instantly strike out hundreds of sword energies clearly indicated that Dong Qingyuan had cultivated the Splitting Shadow Sword Technique to the level of Great Success!
But to Luo Cheng, it ant nothing.
"Electric Passage!"
A terrifying surge of sharpness erupted—Luo Cheng executed the Heavenly Fall Three Forms.
Lightning flashed in the void; Dong Qingyuan’s sword montum was directly pierced, and his hundreds of sword energies scattered, like deflated balloons—wildly striking wherever they landed.
The next mont.
Dong Qingyuan’s protective Essence Energy shattered. He groaned, stumbling backward uncontrollably.
With a single strike!
Dong Qingyuan lost!
While this outco had been anticipated, it still left the crowd stunned.
Especially those Awakening Vein Realm martial artists with sharp eyes!
Outsiders watched for entertainnt; experts discerned the intricacies.
The Outer Sect disciples only saw how unexpectedly quick Luo Cheng’s sword was. What they didn’t understand was why Dong Qingyuan’s Splitting Shadow Sword Energy suddenly dissipated.
Only those skilled observers noticed the critical nuance!
Luo Cheng’s Sword Qi had struck the weak point of the Splitting Shadow Sword Energy at the exact mont the sword montum took form—rendering the Splitting Shadow Sword Energy rootless and infirm!
"Another weak-point attack! Based on this, the strike that killed Teng Yanjie wasn’t re coincidence! This man indeed possesses the deanor of a peerless swordsman!"
An Awakening Vein Realm swordsman couldn’t help but exclaim.
Countering late with precision, delivering a fatal blow, targeting vulnerabilities! These are traits of elite swordsn!
On the arena.
Dong Qingyuan clutched his chest, gasping heavily, although he was not seriously injured.
"I concede! Thank you for your rcy!"
Dong Qingyuan expressed gratitude, coupled with admiration.
To defeat him without causing harm—such effortless control could only be terd frightful! He even gained insights from the experience!
"No problem."
Luo Cheng nodded, sheathing his sword.
Passing by Dong Qingyuan, Dong Qingyuan couldn’t resist asking, "Luo Cheng, this wasn’t your full strength, was it? How much did you use?"
Luo Cheng casually replied, "Half."
To be precise, he had only used half of half.
After all, Human Sword Integration, the nine Essence Energy Vortexes, and the True Dragon Power—his three trump cards—had only seen partial deploynt so far!
It wasn’t that he deliberately held back; the current opponents simply didn’t rit full exertion.
"Half..."
Dong Qingyuan froze in place, his eyes rigid with disbelief.
He had thought Luo Cheng might have used seventy percent of his strength—that would already be terrifying!
Yet Luo Cheng’s power was at such a level!
Half—that was fifty percent strength! He definitely had what it took to vie for a spot in the top fifteen, perhaps even the top ten!
This man was only at the Tongxuan Realm Second Layer!
Swallowing hard, Dong Qingyuan took one last glance at Luo Cheng’s departing figure, then shifted his gaze toward the direction of the Crown Prince Hall disciples, his thoughts racing. He could only feel that a storm of bloodshed was on the horizon!
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