Everyone stared in shock at the scene.

Even the most experienced and knowledgeable bigwigs were slightly taken aback.

This scene is truly subversive.

A Shushan swordsman broke through the protective aura of the chief disciple of Qingyun Temple with his fists at close range!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, probably no one would believe it.

After all, the Shu Mountain sword cultivators' entire power is contained in their natal flying sword, which is no secret in the cultivation world.

Seeing his disciple being brutally beaten, Zui Fengchen wasn't worried at all.

Instead, he smiled and said to Jian Chen, "Your disciple's strength is extraordinary; his future achievements are limitless."

Jian Chen was very satisfied with Qi Ye's performance, even somewhat amazed by it.

But he still shook his head and said, "He can fight against anyone else, but against Bai Shouyi of your Qingyun Temple, he will probably be defeated."

Zui Fengchen did not refute, but nodded and said, "I have already given instructions that if we face him, he will not harm your disciples."

Thank you!

"No need to thank me, after all, I'm obligated to help you. Besides, there might be a business deal we need to discuss later."

Jian Chen naturally knew that he was referring to Ye Feng's fine wine.

"You can discuss this with my nephew yourself later."

"Well, there's something I need to mention beforehand."

After a moment of contemplation, Zui Fengchen continued:

"If the two continue to fight like this, Shouyi probably won't hold back anymore. He won't be able to win the game without going all out. At that point, the outcome will be hard to control."

"Thank you for your kind offer, but let's see how things go."

...

The Guiyi Sect members were all shocked.

Even Zhu Yunshan's face was solemn at this moment.

What exactly happened with that punch?

Even the protective aura of Qingyun Temple couldn't withstand it, so there's absolutely no way I could either.

If I get hit by that punch, can I withstand all the attacks that follow?

"When did the Shu Mountain Sword Sect's close-combat abilities become so strong?"

"Is he strong alone, or are the others all strong?"

"It shouldn't be too different, right? I vaguely remember this person; he came with the team in the last competition."

The crowd, who had been discussing amongst themselves, suddenly fell silent.

The flames in the arena gradually dissipated.

Two figures gradually came into view.

When everyone saw Bai Shouyi's condition, they were shocked once again.

His hair was disheveled, and his crown was nowhere to be seen.

His Taoist robe was now hanging in strips on his body.

Bai Shouyi tore off his Taoist robe, revealing his bare upper body.

His body was covered in well-defined, bulging muscles.

Anyone could see the explosive power contained within that physical body.

Bai Shouyi raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He said with a somewhat excited voice, "I didn't expect to find such a skilled opponent as you in this competition. This trip has truly been worthwhile. If we were to compete at the same level, I would be no match for you."

Qi Ye calmed his breathing and said, "Cultivation speed is itself a form of strength."

Bai Shouyi sheathed his longsword and reached into the jade slip to take out a black jar.

"All my skills are contained in these two fists. But once I unleash my fist technique, I can no longer control its power."

Qi Ye recalled his flying sword.

"Our Sword Sect never needs anyone to hold back; we'll go all out!"

Bai Shouyi slapped open the seal on the black jar.

A burst of unrestrained laughter followed.

"Hahaha, good! I'll accept you as a friend! If you're still alive after the competition, I'll treat you to drinks and meat!"

Qi Ye chuckled and said:

"Forget about the food and drink of your Qingyun Sect. You can come to my Shushan Sword Sect, and I'll treat you to the best food and the best wine in the world."

"It's a deal! I'll definitely taste the delicious food that my master craved, and see just how it tastes. Watch my fist!"

After pouring the wine from the jar into his mouth, a three-petaled blue lotus appeared on Bai Shouyi's chest.

His eyes were glazed over, and he staggered, as if he were about to fall at any moment.

The signature martial art of the Qingyun Sect – Drunken Eight Immortals!

Jian Chen looked at Zui Feng Chen with a puzzled expression.

"Isn't this boxing style something you don't practice because you can't get drunk?"

Zui Fengchen felt somewhat embarrassed.

After all, his apprentice had just caused him to die, so his face was slightly flushed.

Hearing Jian Chen's question, he laughed awkwardly and said, "That kid... that kid is allergic to alcohol, he gets drunk as soon as he touches it."

Jian Chen was speechless.

The world is truly full of wonders.

Such a strong physique can still cause an alcohol allergy.

This can be considered a unique advantage, right?

While the two were talking, Qi Ye and Bai Shouyi had already resumed their battle.

Bai Shou's steps were unsteady yet his speed was as fast as lightning; his punch came crashing down from above like a stone pressing down on a mountaintop.

Qi Ye's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he retreated rapidly.

He swung his longsword repeatedly in front of him, creating a crisscrossing net of swords.

Bai Shouyi swayed unsteadily, yet his figure passed through the gaps in the sword net with uncanny speed.

She reappeared before Qiye, completely unaffected.

With his thumb and forefinger touching, a Phoenix Eye Fist was launched towards Qi Ye's face!

A white, sharp edge appeared on the prominent knuckle of that index finger!

Qi Ye had no doubt that if this attack landed, his head would probably explode on the spot.

He held his natal flying sword in his hand and blocked the attack towards his knuckles.

A sound like metal clashing rang out, and the immense force sent Qi Ye sliding directly to the edge of the arena.

A gloomy atmosphere immediately descended upon the hearts of everyone in the Sword Sect.

Zhaoxing gripped Qingyou's hand tightly, her palms already damp with sweat.

"Senior sister, Senior Brother Qiye will be alright... right?"

Qingyou's eyes were also full of worry, but she still comforted her, saying, "It will be alright, everything will be alright!"

Ye Feng frowned deeply.

Even though he was not serious about cultivation, he was aware of the danger that Qi Ye was facing.

He once again hated his system's abysmal internet speed.

But it's too late now; the participants and the order of engagement have already been decided.

All we can do now is pray.

At this moment, the situation on the field was indeed extremely dangerous.

After drinking, Bai Shouyi was extremely excited, and he went all out in every move.

The difference between two orders is not so easy to deal with.

Even if it's just a slight graze, let alone a solid punch, it would probably result in broken bones and torn tendons!

Qi Ye's movements were extremely agile, and the speed of a swordsman was an advantage in itself.

But Bai Shouyi was like a leech, clinging to him tightly, impossible to shake off no matter what he did.

If things continue like this, failure is only a matter of time.

Qi Ye's lips were tightly pursed, his mind racing frantically, searching for a glimmer of hope.

But the opponent's strength was simply too great, and there was really no way to break through it.

With a determined heart, Qi Ye's mind was focused like never before.

He has to wait.

Waiting for a chance to trade my life for my injuries!