Chapter 43 Level 4 Spirit Weapon

Shi Qianfan could hear the discussions and conversations coming from below the stage, which made him feel a surge of pride.

He glanced at Zhao Yan, and his heroic spirit grew even stronger.

After fifty years of arduous training, he is now fifty-seven years old. In three more years, he will leave the Great Xia Academy.

Before leaving, for no other reason than that he really wanted to set foot on the Tiger List once.

"Brother Zhao, be careful."

Although confident in himself, Shi Qianfan did not underestimate Zhao Yan, who was already a powerful expert who had achieved the Innate Realm.

He is by no means an ordinary person.

Earthy yellow true essence swirled around his body, and a heavy aura emanated from Shi Qianfan. At this moment, his aura far surpassed that of Zhao Yan, who was at the second level of the Innate Realm.

But this scene, as seen by Su Yang in the audience, made him shake his head.

Laymen look at the grandeur, experts look at the details.

In his eyes, although Shi Qianfan was imposing, his true essence was weak and floating, like a rootless duckweed. Compared to Zhao Yan, whose aura was profound and calm like an ancient well, he was far inferior.

"As expected of someone on the list, the difference in skill level between them and ordinary martial artists is too great."

With a sigh, Su Yang finally understood why the Great Xia Academy had a separate Dragon and Tiger Ranking. The gap between geniuses and ordinary martial artists was truly extraordinary.

As Su Yang had predicted, Shi Qianfan, who had been so imposing just moments before, couldn't even see how Zhao Yan made his move as soon as he closed in on him.

His defenses were shattered by a single punch.

Even though Shi Qianfan's true essence belongs to the earth element, which emphasizes a heavy and powerful presence, it is nothing more than a sturdier sandbag under the absolute power difference.

In an instant, Shi Qianfan's tall body was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the barrier, whereupon he lost consciousness.

This scene was so shocking that it left countless people speechless. They never expected that Shi Qianfan, who was also a Xiantian (innate) cultivator, would be defeated so quickly.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Yan only threw one punch.

Fortunately, a tutor from the Great Xia Academy immediately stepped forward and took Shi Qianfan away for treatment, so there was no need to worry about his life being in danger.

However, because of his example, it has to be said that some innate realm cultivators who originally wanted to challenge the Dragon and Tiger Ranking have to think twice and understand the gap between themselves and the strong on the list.

Meanwhile, the other seventy-one champions on the Tiger Ranking, seeing that Zhao Yan, the gatekeeper of the ranking, had successfully defended his position, stopped paying attention to him.

Compared to staying in the inner courtyard to cultivate, coming to the arena to wait to be challenged made these champions somewhat dissatisfied.

After all, this arena doesn't have the azure spiritual energy of the Azure Spirit Tree to aid cultivation.

After waiting for quite a while, another student finally came up on stage.

Upon seeing the other person's appearance, unlike Shi Qianfan who lacked distinctive features, this person was quite handsome and easily recognized.

"Qin Lan is on stage. As the number one person under the Dragon and Tiger Ranking, his strength should be comparable to Zhao Yan's!"

"Not necessarily. After all, he is only the number one person below the Dragon and Tiger Ranking, not the number one person above the Dragon Ranking. Even though Shi Qianfan is strong enough, he was still defeated by Zhao Yan with one punch."

Although the newcomer is quite famous, perhaps because of Shi Qianfan's previous situation, people are not optimistic about him.

The handsome man, unperturbed, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhao Yan: "Qin Lan."

Su Yang's gaze also fell on Qin Lan, but this time, after looking her over for a while, he shook his head again.

Qin Lan is indeed a bit stronger than Shi Qianfan, but only by a limited margin.

If his guess is correct, the other party must have something to rely on, otherwise they would never have gone on stage to be humiliated.

On the arena, after the two clasped their fists together, Qin Lan's expression turned serious. He had sensed Zhao Yan's attack earlier and knew that the opponent's true essence and physical body were not weak.

He knew he couldn't defeat Shi Qianfan with just one punch.

However, he still went on stage, not because he thought his true essence was a little more solid than Shi Qianfan's, but because he was arrogant enough to defeat Zhao Yan.

Rather, he had a trump card up his sleeve.

He touched the ring on his hand, and a blue longsword appeared in his hand.

He casually twirled the sword, causing it to vibrate and produce a sound like overlapping waves.

"Sword name: Canglan! A level four sword, Senior Brother Zhao, be careful!"

In martial arts battles, weapons are not prohibited. Having a divine weapon in hand does not necessarily mean you are not winning honorably. After all, having money is also a part of strength!

Qin Lan held the Canglan Sword in her hand, her aura complementing the sword perfectly.

A level four sword, equivalent to the Innate Realm.

Although it is not as intelligent as a supreme artifact, its divine power resides within it, and it can suppress the nine heavens and ten earths even without anyone wielding it.

However, a level four sword can significantly boost a martial artist's strength.

At this moment, Qin Lan was still at the first level of the Innate Realm, but with Canglan in his body, he could probably defeat even an ordinary Innate Realm expert at the fifth level!

As expected, Qin Lan took a step forward and slashed at Zhao Yan with the Canglan sword at his waist, causing Zhao Yan's expression to change.

The power emanating from the sword made him feel a deadly danger.

Not daring to be presumptuous, he touched the ring on his hand and put a pair of brass knuckles on his fist.

The tiger-shaped weapon is not a level four spiritual weapon, but only a level three one.

While the boost to his own strength was certainly not as great as that of Canglan, Zhao Yan was not Qin Lan either.

His right fist erupted with true energy, and then, under the watchful eyes of countless people, it directly struck Qin Lan's sword.

The force of the fist collided with the sword's edge, and a powerful energy vibration emanated from the point of contact, causing ripples to constantly spread across the arena's barrier.

The confrontation between the two forces surprised Qin Lan. He was surprised that Zhao Yan could block his attack head-on with the Canglan sword in his hand.

But having already revealed his trump card, he was naturally unwilling to admit defeat to Zhao Yan. His true energy intensified, and the blue light on the Canglan Sword surged dramatically.

At the same time, a crisp sound, like metal shattering, rang out from the arena!

Upon hearing this voice, countless people secretly lamented the loss, and even the Tiger Ranking experts on the arena shook their heads.

Because they all understood that the sound of breaking did not come from anything else, but from Zhao Yan's knuckle duster.

How can a level three spiritual weapon withstand the sharpness of a level four spiritual weapon?

The tiger knuckle duster should have been sliced ​​apart by the blade the moment it clashed with the sword. The fact that it could hold its own against the blade for so long was due to Zhao Yan's abundant true energy.

But even so, that's all there is to it.

As the sound of shattering rang out, a series of sounds, like metal breaking apart, followed one after another.

At the same time, fragments of bronze-colored spiritual weapons began to burst out from the point where the fist and the blade intersected.

Feeling the knuckle duster on his fist shatter, Zhao Yan's eyes were filled with complex emotions. Spirit weapons were like a martial artist's closest relatives, accompanying him throughout his life of battle; how could he not have feelings for them?

But at this moment, Zhao Yan couldn't care less about his dejected sighs; powerful true essence surged wildly from his dantian.

Since the spiritual weapon was already shattered, he would simply take it with his bare hands.

Although his spiritual weapon is inferior to others, he can still rely on himself. His strength as a martial artist is by no means inferior to others!