Gu Zhan did not answer his junior brother’s astonishnt.
Luo Cheng still seed to be holding back—this was rely his instinct.
Moreover, he had already secured eleven consecutive victories. Losing one match wouldn’t affect his advancent. If he forced himself to fight now and let Luo Cheng crush his spirit or inflict injuries, it would undoubtedly affect his chances in the upcoming contest for the top ten Outer Disciples. No matter how he looked at it, it wasn’t worth the risk!
"A wise choice."
Luo Cheng smiled faintly. He wasn’t bothered by Gu Zhan’s decision to surrender.
However, Chen Lingyu pouted discontentedly.
At this mont, the presiding Elder called out Chen Lingyu’s na.
Luo Cheng said, "It’s your turn. This match will determine whether you advance, so don’t let your guard down."
In Group Two’s matches so far, Luo Cheng had achieved a perfect record with twelve consecutive victories, and Gu Zhan was in second place with eleven.
The two had already claid two of the advancent spots, leaving only one final spot open.
Chen Lingyu and the twelfth-ranked Crown Prince Hall disciple were tied for third place. This final round would decide which of them advanced.
Hearing this, Chen Lingyu’s expression grew solemn.
Setting aside the generous rewards, becoming one of the top ten Outer Disciples was an unparalleled honor—a dream for every Outer Disciple, and she was no exception!
Chen Lingyu couldn’t help but glance at Luo Cheng. "Does this guy have any weaknesses?"
Swordsn’s keen intuition made them especially adept at spotting their opponents’ weaknesses, and from previous matches, Luo Cheng had shown exceptional talent in this regard!
Luo Cheng pondered briefly and said, "His attacks are strong, but his defense is weak. When you step onto the stage, don’t give him a mont to breathe. Attack with all your might. Once his rhythm is disrupted, it will be hard for him to turn the tide."
Chen Lingyu’s eyes lit up. "Got it!"
Without lingering, Chen Lingyu stepped directly onto the stage.
The twelfth-ranked disciple on the Top Hundred List, Ge Qi, narrowed his eyes as he saw Chen Lingyu take the stage, a chilling gleam flashing within them:
"The last advancent spot is mine!"
Chen Lingyu didn’t reply; she only gathered her strength in silence.
The mont the presiding Elder announced the start of the match, Chen Lingyu charged forward. The punch she had been readying struck Ge Qi with full force, causing terrifying ripples in the air.
Ge Qi had assud Chen Lingyu would adopt a defensive strategy, as she had done in her match against Ren Xiaoguang. This sudden fierce offensive caught him off guard, forcing him to hastily defend.
From that point on, Chen Lingyu’s attacks ca like a relentless storm, giving him no reprieve.
Ge Qi, flustered, gritted his teeth and struggled to hold on, secretly seeking an opportunity to turn the tables!
But unfortunately, Chen Lingyu showed no intention of holding back. Each punch was fiercer than the last, driving Ge Qi further and further back.
Boom!
Finally, as Ge Qi attempted a counterattack, Chen Lingyu seized an opening and blasted him off the stage with a single punch!
"I..."
Standing below the stage, Ge Qi’s face was ashen, his body trembling with rage.
Chen Lingyu descended from the stage, elated.
"Luo Cheng, you were completely right!"
Chen Lingyu was thrilled, her cheeks flushed red.
In terms of strength, she and Ge Qi were evenly matched. If they had fought again, her chances of victory would have been less than fifty percent!
Fortunately, with this win, she had secured her spot in the next round!
Luo Cheng smiled. Though he could quickly discern a person’s combat style, the key to victory still lay with the competitor themselves.
If Chen Lingyu hadn’t been strong enough, victory wouldn’t have been possible.
Shortly thereafter, Group Two’s matches officially concluded.
Luo Cheng secured first place in the group with an unbeaten record of twelve victories and successfully advanced.
The other two who advanced were Gu Zhan and Chen Lingyu.
The Great Elder Qin Yun announced a half-hour break before the final contest for the top ten Outer Disciple spots would comnce!
Hearing this, everyone in the audience was filled with excitent.
Competing for the top ten spots was the pinnacle showdown among the younger generation!
And what’s more, this ti there was the wildcard that was Luo Cheng!
How could this not fuel anticipation?
In the VIP section, Amu regained his composure, looked at Luo Cheng, and muttered to Luo Yao:
"Miss, is he really only at the Tongxuan Realm Second Layer, and awakened a Wasted Martial Soul?"
Luo Yao’s crimson lips curled into a faint smile. "Of course, if he hadn’t awakened a Wasted Martial Soul, with his performance today, the Xuanyuan Sect’s higher-ups would already be scrambling to take him as a disciple."
Amu couldn’t believe it. "This is unbelievable! How could soone with a Wasted Martial Soul achieve such feats? rely grasping Human Sword Integration is sothing few can accomplish, let alone fighting across an entire Great Realm!"
Luo Yao nodded. She was equally astonished and sowhat glad she had stayed to witness such an extraordinary scene.
Amu turned his gaze toward Qi Guyun, furrowing his brow. "Now that he’s advanced, he’ll definitely face Qi Guyun at so point! From that previous sword strike, it’s clear Qi Guyun isn’t simple. His cultivation might have reached the step of Condensing Divine Bridge, or perhaps he’s already Achieved Divine Bridge..."
"Are you worried about Luo Cheng? Weren’t you dismissive of him before?" Luo Yao asked with a smile.
Amu snorted lightly. "I just don’t want you to be disappointed, Miss! Moreover, with how he’s perford today, he indeed deserves your attention."
Luo Yao smiled faintly, her enchanting eyes drifting toward Qi Guyun as she said calmly:
"What happens on the stage is his choice to confront. Whether he gets through it or not will depend entirely on himself."
Her tone shifted, and a frosty glint flickered in Luo Yao’s eyes. "But if anyone dares make a move against him outside the stage, that will be a direct provocation against Lingyun Pavilion!"
"Understood."
Amu nodded, his youthful brow exuding a hint of authority.
The entire Martial Arts Square was abuzz with excitent, the atmosphere growing increasingly lively.
Many were already discussing the upcoming contest for the top ten spots, and Luo Cheng was the focal point of their conversations!
Everyone was curious to see how far Luo Cheng could go.
The top five?
Or the top three?
Or perhaps, eliminated right at the start of the competition.
At that mont, Yuan Zhilan, after settling Gu Lingfeng, returned to the Martial Arts Square.
Hearing that Luo Cheng had secured consecutive victories and advanced to the contest for the top ten Outer Disciples, she felt both joy and shock.
She already knew Luo Cheng was extraordinary and incredibly strong, but she hadn’t expected him to be this powerful!
Defeating Ren Xiaoguang in an instant and advancing to the top ten contest—these feats were beyond anything she could have imagined.
At this mont, as she looked at Luo Cheng, Yuan Zhilan felt a sense of unfamiliarity—not from a lack of connection, but from the enormous disparity in strength that had suddenly erged!
Glancing at Yuan Zhilan’s expression, Chen Lingyu imdiately understood. Naturally, she felt the sa way.
She had always regarded Luo Cheng as her junior, but now Luo Cheng’s strength far surpassed hers. This drastic change left her struggling to adjust.
Shaking her head, Chen Lingyu’s gaze shifted toward the Crown Prince Hall’s mbers. Seeing seven of their top ten clustered together, she couldn’t help but frown and say:
"Luo Cheng, they seem to be scheming sothing—perhaps a plot targeting you."
Luo Cheng glanced over and said dismissively:
"Relax. Whatever tricks they co up with, I’ll shatter them with a single sword stroke!"
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