Chapter 59 Battle Spirit How is this possible?

On the second day of the competition, Jiang Yuhuo was not so lucky.

Her opponent, Liu Yueyi, the junior sister of Yuxu Peak in Kunlun Mountain, was known as the "Number One Swordswoman of Yuxu." A direct disciple of Yuxu Mountain, she had only cultivated in Kunlun for a little over seventy years, but her spiritual roots were exceptionally clear, and her talent was outstanding. Yuxu Peak was already a powerful sect among the peaks of Kunlun Mountain, and Liu Yueyi was one of its best. Therefore, although she wasn't of high seniority, everyone still addressed her as "Junior Sister."

In the last Immortal Sect Grand Competition, Liu Yueyi made it to the end, only to be defeated by a disciple of Tianque in the final battle. This time, after five years of improvement, she is even more highly regarded by the Kunlun Sect as a potential champion.

The disciples of Kunlun Mountain naturally couldn't miss their own sect's duel. Circles of people surrounded the arena, all waiting to see how Senior Sister Liu would defeat this unknown newcomer from Zhenyang Peak. Everyone present thought the match would likely end quickly, but watching Senior Sister Liu's swordplay a few more times would be beneficial to their own cultivation.

A group of Kunlun disciples chattered amongst themselves, betting on how many moves Liu Yueyi would take down Jiang Yuhuo. Lin Wuwang was among them, and he frowned upon hearing these joking remarks. His match for the day was over; his opponent was someone he couldn't defeat with his current strength. So, although he had lost, Lin Wuwang was disappointed but not discouraged. Compared to his previous exit in the preliminary round, reaching the second round this time was still a step forward. Moreover, he had even used half of the "Horizontal Strike Across the Four Seas" technique, breaking through his cultivation bottleneck, which was a significant improvement.

But when Lin Wuwang saw that Jiang Yuhuo was facing Liu Yueyi, his heart jumped again, and he couldn't help but feel worried for her.

Two women dressed in black stood facing each other on the dueling platform. One was slender and beautiful, the other tall and elegant with a refined face; their temperaments were quite different. Their eyes met, and they noticed a striking similarity in each other. Besides being disciples of Kunlun Mountain, they also shared the same will to defeat each other and win the match.

Liu Yueyi drew her sword, and an extremely dazzling spiritual sword appeared before everyone.

The spirit sword "Moon Frost" was covered in silver light as soon as it was drawn from its sheath, and its spiritual energy was quite abundant.

Liu Yueyi raised her eyebrows and revealed a bright smile, "Make your move, Junior Sister Jiang. As a fellow disciple, I'll give you a handicap."

Jiang Yuhuo also drew her sword, but it was just a dull, unyielding iron sword that would only emit a faint light if the wielder infused it with spiritual energy. Hearing Liu Yueyi's words, Jiang Yuhuo did not move, but calmly said, "Senior Sister is too kind. On the battlefield, we judge by skill, not by friendship. Senior Sister doesn't need to give way, and I won't give way to Senior Sister either."

The disciples below the stage were in an uproar upon hearing Jiang Yuhuo's words.

Who is she?

"How dare she be so arrogant towards her junior sister?"

"Junior Sister is too elegant; there's no need to be so polite to people like that."

The disciples all sighed in admiration, saying that Senior Sister Liu was indeed worthy of being called the Junior Sister. She not only had strength but also a dignified demeanor, making that female disciple from Zhenyang Peak look like an ignorant bumpkin.

Since the other party was unmoved, Liu Yueyi no longer held back. Wielding her Moonfrost Sword, she swept towards Jiang Yuhuo like a dragon, the sword's blade radiating spiritual energy, leaving a trail of frost in its wake. This sword strike was exceptionally beautiful, drawing cheers from the disciples below the stage.

It is beautiful, but a truly deadly sword technique doesn't have to be beautiful.

When this attack came, Jiang Yuhuo did not dodge, but instead gripped her sword and went straight to meet it.

The two swords clashed, producing a crisp, clear sound. At the same time, two powerful streams of spiritual energy emanated from the point where the swords struck, causing the banners beside the arena to flutter wildly in the air.

An eerie silence suddenly fell over the audience.

Liu Yueyi tried to deflect Jiang Yuhuo's sword and continued to channel her spiritual power, but found that the opponent's strength did not diminish at all. Her sword was firmly suppressed, and the scraping sound of the blades grinding against each other made her ears ring and her mind become very irritated. Her hand holding the sword was also slightly numb, while the opponent remained indifferent and did not even frown.

Wasn't this person supposed to be just an unknown nobody from the lowest peak of Kunlun Mountain, only managing to reach the second round by sheer luck? What kind of information has he been gathering? He's clearly a highly skilled expert. But it's undeniable that he's only been a disciple for seven years; how could he have cultivated such powerful spiritual energy?

Liu Yueyi was confused, and a sense of impatience was creeping into her heart.

Jiang Yuhuo knew that the force with which she parried Liu Yueyi's attack wasn't purely spiritual energy, but rather she had used her own physical strength. She was no match for Liu Yueyi in terms of spiritual energy alone, given the decades-long difference in their cultivation levels. However, her seven years of tireless training, day and night, and relentless trials hadn't been in vain. She compensated for her lack of spiritual energy with physical strength. Without practicing swordsmanship more and enduring more injuries than others, no one could gain true power.

Unable to retaliate, Liu Yueyi had no choice but to take a step back. Once she had created some distance, she drew her sword again.

This time, she will not underestimate her opponent.

Liu Yueyi leaped gracefully, her robes fluttering, and soared into the sky. In mid-air, she wielded her Moonfrost Sword, and a powerful sword aura converged upon its blade. Wherever the sword touched, the surroundings stagnated, as if all life was being absorbed by it. When the immense sword aura caused Liu Yueyi's hand to tremble slightly, she finally plunged downwards with incredible speed, like a meteor falling to earth, unleashing a sword aura as vast as the four seas, pressing down upon the tiny woman in black on the ground.

The spectators below the stage quickly moved aside. Such fierce sword energy was bound to overflow the area of ​​the arena, and it was best to get away quickly to avoid being injured.

It all depends on how the woman on the stage responds. The competition rules state that competitors cannot leave the arena during their fight. If she wants to dodge this attack, she must leave the arena, which would mean she has lost.

A large open space instantly cleared out below the stage, leaving only one figure near the platform.

Lin Wuwang was mesmerized by Liu Yueyi's sword moves. They were so fluid and complete, a perfect fusion of spiritual power and sword techniques. This was the complete "Across the Four Seas"!

"Hey, Senior Brother Lin, get out of the way!"

Lin Wuwang suddenly heard a shout from behind him; it was a fellow disciple from Kunlun. He instinctively turned around, only to see that the expression on the face of the person who had called him disciple had suddenly changed. He saw the exaggerated expression on the person's face and the widened pupils of shock, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

The expressions of the other spectators were similar to those of the Kunlun disciple. They had initially thought that the aloof woman standing on the ground would either be blasted away or have to leave the arena to avoid the attack. But to their surprise, not only was she not blasted away, but she also wielded her longsword, drawing a near-perfect circle in the air.

The circle she drew instantly shone brightly, almost solidifying. She brought two fingers together, silently chanting a sword incantation. The longsword flew from her hand, circling the circle and unleashing a lightning-fast beam of light that seemed like a second sun. She stood beneath the sun, her expression cold, her hair flying in the wind.

The power of the four seas descending from the sky collided with the circle on the ground, instantly unleashing a huge and intense blinding light between heaven and earth. The majestic sword energy was swallowed up by the white light emitted by the circle.

The sun and moon shine together, breaking through all forces.

There was no surge of sword energy as expected, and it did not cause any harm to the people below the stage.

The entire competition venue was deathly silent.

Lin Wuwang turned around and saw Jiang Yuhuo standing with her back to him and Liu Yueyi lying on the ground. Jiang Yuhuo's long hair fell gently down her back, as if it had just been brushed by a breeze.

Suddenly, someone shouted the first line, "The sun and moon shine together!"

Then came the exclamations of the Kunlun disciples, "She actually used 'Sun and Moon Shining Together'!"

The audience erupted in noise, shouting, "How is this possible?!"

How could this be? Liu Yueyi fell to the ground, staring in disbelief at her empty hands, thinking the same thing.

The sword has been knocked away; for a swordsman, this means defeat.

She lost... lost to a Zhenyang Peak disciple whose name she had never heard of.

The immense shock prevented Liu Yueyi from immediately getting up from the ground; she couldn't understand it.

How could someone among the Kunlun disciples suddenly learn the seventh level?

How could it be this person?

She looked so ordinary that she would be easily lost in a crowd. Her background was just as ordinary as she was; Zhenyang Peak hadn't even been able to give her a spirit sword.

Liu Yueyi looked again at the person standing not far in front of her. The woman with a jade ornament on her forehead stood against the light, her pale face showing no joy of victory. She clasped her hands and bowed to her, saying in a calm voice, "Thank you for your concession."

World War I is over.

All the Kunlun disciples present no longer dared to underestimate this person they had once bet would be defeated within a few moves. All eyes were on her, filled with a complex mix of emotions: shock, doubt, envy, and admiration. But there was no jealousy among them.

No one would be jealous of someone like that.

The Nine Swords of Kunlun, the foundation of Kunlun Mountain, is a sword technique passed down from the chaotic era to the present day. It has been practiced by generations of Kunlun people, and the moves have been thoroughly analyzed and memorized into the blood of every Kunlun person. However, very few people can truly master it to the highest level. But she did it, in just seven years.

Seeing that Liu Yueyi had not gotten up for a long time, Jiang Yuhuo reached out to her, "Can you still stand up?"

Liu Yueyi looked up from her daze, staring at the slender, white hand before her. It was this hand that had unleashed "Sun and Moon Shining Together," breaking her "Across the Four Seas."

Liu Yueyi slowly placed her hand on that hand, and only after grasping it did she feel the thin calluses on the palm, marks left by years of sword practice. The slender, long hand had great strength, pulling Liu Yueyi up from the ground with a slight effort. She had many questions she wanted to ask, but at this moment she couldn't form a complete sentence.

Jiang Yuhuo gripped his sword and stepped off the stage, then left.

Liu Yueyi opened her palm, as if the warm, dry touch of her other hand still lingered on it.

The crowd spontaneously made way for Jiang Yuhuo, quietly watching her leave the arena, except for Lin Wuwang who chased after her.

"Is Kunlun going to win the championship this time?" Someone murmured to themselves as if waking from a dream, only after Jiang Yuhuo had passed by.

Kunlun has not won the Grand Competition for many years.

At the end of the crowd, Jiang Yuhuo saw a white-robed cultivator with a delicate, effeminate face standing opposite her, smiling at her. His smile was gentle, but a fleeting glint of predatory intent flashed in his eyes. His aura was concealed, making him appear no different from an ordinary person at first glance, yet a trace of spiritual energy deliberately probed to test the depth of her spiritual power. Only ordinary people and cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of spiritual cultivation could completely conceal their spiritual energy; this man was clearly the latter.

He was threatening her.

Jiang Yuhuo noticed a black Jianmu tree embroidered on the front of his white robe. This legendary tree, said to be able to communicate with heaven and earth, was meticulously categorized by Tianque into many colors, with each color indicating a person's rank. The highest-ranking Tianque Grandmaster wore a golden Jianmu, followed by silver, black, red, and even the most common green, symbolizing different stages of the Jianmu's growth. Black was the symbol of Tianque's highest-ranking disciples.

She roughly knew who he was.

"Are you my opponent tomorrow?" Jiang Yuhuo asked directly.

The white-robed cultivator smiled and nodded. "Indeed. Congratulations, I'm glad my opponent is you."

Jiang Yuhu nodded, "Thank you."

After a brief exchange, the two said nothing more, and Jiang Yuhu left directly.

Yu Guangzhong's white-robed figure remained standing in the same spot. Jiang Yuhu could sense that person's gaze was fixed on her until she left the arena, at which point that burning gaze completely disappeared.

He was an unfathomable adversary, powerful, mysterious, and invincible. The more powerful he became, the more excited she became.

Jiang Yuhuo gripped her sword tightly, trying her best to remain calm and conceal the burning fighting spirit within her body, but this was not entirely under her control. Driven by the fighting spirit, her hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and various bloody images flashed through her mind, clamoring for her to destroy everything—the bloody battles, the relentless tearing and biting until flesh was shed, the pure violence that abandoned humanity and morality, the primal instinct.

She felt her blood starting to heat up again.