Whoosh!
The Sword Qi mixed with blood extended several hundred ters outward, leaving a straight and clear fissure in the air!
In the next mont.
Xu Qifeng’s corpse fell heavily to the ground, his round wide-open eyes filled with a trace of shock and doubt, as if he hadn’t realized he was already dead!
Hiss!
The entire square experienced a brief silence.
Soon after, the sound of gasping for air arose from all around.
The Outer Disciples’ eyes almost bulged out of their sockets!
The crowd had been speculating whether Luo Cheng truly had the strength to match the top five in rank.
In the blink of an eye, the duel had been decided—Luo Cheng had killed Xu Qifeng instantly with one stroke of the sword!
This sudden and unexpected outco left everyone sowhat at a loss for how to react.
Looking at Xu Qifeng’s corpse, Luo Cheng nodded slightly.
This was the first ti he had perford the Thunder Sound of the Heavenly Fall Four Forms, and its power was indeed extraordinary. Using speed against speed, he had killed Xu Qifeng with just one sword strike!
And to think, this was the result of rely mobilizing seven Essence Energy Vortices.
Sheathing his sword, Luo Cheng turned and left the arena.
"Luo... Luo Cheng wins!"
The referee Elder at the fourth arena snapped out of his daze, glanced at Luo Cheng with a complex expression, and announced the result.
"So strong! Too unbelievable! Instantly killing Xu Qifeng, the fifth-ranked among the top ten disciples, with just one sword—it’s like a dream!"
The crowd finally ca to their senses and their praises surged like waves.
"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"
In the VIP seating area, even Luo Yao’s eyes revealed astonishnt as she realized she had underestimated Luo Cheng’s Sword Dao talent.
"Sword Qi Thunder Sound—a phenonon that only occurs when sword speed reaches an extre level, typically achievable by swordsn of the Awakening Vein Realm. How could a re Tongxuan Realm Second Layer Martial Artist’s swordsmanship have such power?"
"It must be related to the swordsmanship he’s cultivating!"
Among the spectators, many experts recognized the exceptional nature of Luo Cheng’s sword strike.
"Judging from this strike alone, he wasn’t boasting earlier. He truly has the qualification to challenge Qi Guyun! At the very least, he has the right to vie for a spot in the top three!"
"Indeed, Xu Qifeng isn’t even on the sa level as him."
"Tch tsk, so Xuanyuan Sect has produced such a freak! Unfortunately, he awakened a Wasted Martial Soul; otherwise, he might’ve been an equal match for Fierce Cloud Sect’s newly risen prodigy."
"Things are about to get interesting now!"
The crowd reevaluated Luo Cheng and began to eagerly anticipate his upcoming peak duel against Qi Guyun.
Just as Luo Cheng returned to his seat, Chen Lingyu exclaid excitedly, "Luo Cheng, that sword earlier was so fast it startled even ! So you’ve been holding back—why didn’t you say so sooner?"
Luo Cheng smiled bitterly. "Would you have believed if I had told you?"
Nearby, Tuoba Lie couldn’t help but ask, "Luo Cheng, how much of your strength were you using?"
He had a gut feeling that Luo Cheng was unfathomable, and he hadn’t fully unleashed his power yet.
But this seed too outrageous to be certain.
Luo Cheng answered, "I don’t know either."
He was being truthful.
Without using True Dragon Power, he had exerted about eighty percent of his strength. If he were to include True Dragon Power, then it would be hard to estimate.
After all, gaining a burst of a million pounds of trendous force had yet to be fully tested in combat.
"So monstrous!"
Tuoba Lie almost exclaid out loud in shock.
Yuan Zhilan and Chen Lingyu exchanged stunned glances.
And this wasn’t even his full strength—how does anyone else stand a chance?
While so celebrated, others despaired.
Looking at Xu Qifeng’s corpse being carried off the arena, the Crown Prince Hall disciples present wore expressions as grim as could be, completely devoid of their prior arrogance.
Qi Guyun, in particular, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as his suppressed fury exploded repeatedly.
Taking a deep breath, Qi Guyun forced himself to calm down, raised his gaze toward Luo Cheng’s direction, and gritted his teeth:
"Rest assured! Luo Cheng will die today! I’ll use his blood to honor them!"
"Exactly, he must not be spared!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Qi Guyun’s words ignited the crowd’s emotions.
The Crown Prince Hall disciples present were boiling with killing intent—except for one.
The seventh round featured another exciting duel between second-ranked Lin Xiaoyun and third-ranked Xu Bingyi.
The two exchanged nearly a hundred moves before Lin Xiaoyun overwheld Xu Bingyi’s Martial Soul-induced icy mist with a domineering and formidable stance, leaving a profound impression!
Once the icy mist was destroyed, Xu Bingyi’s combat strength dropped by thirty percent, and she ultimately had no choice but to admit defeat.
By the end of the seventh round, only three contestants remained undefeated: Qi Guyun, Lin Xiaoyun, and Luo Cheng—the triumvirate dominating the contest.
Amid cries of eager anticipation, the eighth round began.
This ti, Luo Cheng drew an unexpected opponent, eliciting cheers throughout the spectators’ stands.
It was none other than Lin Xiaoyun!
After his one-sword instant kill of Xu Qifeng, Luo Cheng’s popularity had soared to unprecedented heights!
It was no exaggeration to say that now all eyes were on his every move!
"It’s Senior Brother Lin! He earlier told to do my utmost to stop you from participating in the competition—even if it ant injuring you and forcing you to withdraw. What should we do?"
Chen Lingyu looked at Luo Cheng.
"Relax, I won’t harm him."
Luo Cheng left Chen Lingyu speechless with this one-sentence assurance as he turned and headed toward the arena.
On the other side.
Qi Guyun cast a glance at Lin Xiaoyun with a sly smile: "Xiaoyun, you must know that many in the hall harbor discontent toward you. Even with suppressing the dissent, they won’t be convinced. Today, Luo Cheng has killed so many of our Crown Prince Hall mbers and beco the public enemy—this is your chance to win their trust."
"I understand."
Lin Xiaoyun nodded expressionlessly, tapped his foot against the ground, and ascended the arena almost simultaneously with Luo Cheng. The two stood thirty paces apart.
"Senior Brother!"
Luo Cheng respectfully bowed to Lin Xiaoyun.
Kindness was kindness; resentnt was resentnt.
Lin Xiaoyun’s repeated interventions to help him were an act of kindness he would not forget.
Dressed in blue, unard, Lin Xiaoyun appeared entirely mundane, yet standing there, he exuded the majestic and composed aura of a mountain weathered by countless storms.
"You shouldn’t have killed them and escalated things to an unmanageable level." Lin Xiaoyun shook his head.
Luo Cheng replied, "Did I have a choice? It wasn’t who wanted them dead; it was them who wanted to kill ."
Lin Xiaoyun fell silent and said, "You have no road to survival now."
In Lin Xiaoyun’s view, while Luo Cheng was undeniably strong—indeed, astoundingly so—he still couldn’t possibly be a match for Qi Guyun.
Even in the highly improbable scenario of victory, the Eighth Prince Jin Min would certainly not let him off.
Luo Cheng smiled faintly, "We won’t know until we give it a try."
Lin Xiaoyun gazed into Luo Cheng’s eyes, nodded slightly:
"It seems your mind is resolute. In that case, I won’t say much more. If you can withstand this one kick of mine, you’ll be worthy of challenging Qi Guyun."
As his words fell, Lin Xiaoyun’s body erupted in intense green light, like a divine rainbow, soaring into the sky before stepping lightly forward.
Boom!
A seemingly effortless step instantly transford the perception of those watching!
If Lin Xiaoyun had previously been an unremarkable mountain, he now resembled a raging volcano. The sheer calamity-like presence sent waves of fear through the hearts of those watching!
"Qingxuan Technique at Perfection!"
Soone shouted in astonishnt.
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