Chapter 83: Victory or Defeat: Senior Brother Chen, do you have anything else to say? ...
Chen Tian's pride was certainly not without reason.
Among the many disciples of Taiqing Peak, he is considered to be the best of this generation in the past ten years. His realm is not rising too fast, but his strength is superior among his peers, and he is deeply loved by Elder Qin.
In addition, he was born in the Chen family. Although his status was not as important as that of the Zhan family, it was still a large family with a large population in the world of immortal cultivation. Therefore, most people had some respect for him.
However, his vengeful nature also made him have a bad reputation among the disciples of other peaks.
At this moment, the sword cut through the female cultivator's clothes at the waist, causing dissatisfaction among the crowd.
"Oh, what is he doing!"
"It was in front of everyone, so I don't believe it wasn't intentional."
"They usually use this method on a daily basis, but it's fine if they use it on male cultivators. Now they are being so mean to a junior sister who just entered the inner sect not long ago!"
Everyone's voices, some loud and some low, were dissatisfied with Chen Ting's behavior. Only a few disciples from Taiqing Peak showed expressions of either pride or anticipation.
Chen Tian on the stage saw that his first move was successful, and while the two of them passed each other in mid-air, he raised his eyebrows proudly towards Mu Fuyun.
"I thought you were so great, but it turns out you're just this good. Just an empty show. It's better to let everyone admire you."
His words were filled with undisguised offense and blasphemy. Although his voice was not loud, all the monks present had keen senses and could hear it clearly.
"What? Bullying!"
"He relies on the fact that he is in the late Jindan stage, about to form a baby. He also knows that Mu Fuyun is only in the early Jindan stage, and that beating Mu Fuyun in the middle Jindan stage is already the limit. That's why he dares to act so recklessly!"
"What else can we do? I just hope that there are more powerful brothers and sisters in the Jindan stage who can deal with him in the next round!"
The classmates gathered around Zhan Yao, each one extremely nervous. Unlike the others, perhaps because they'd been around Mu Fuyun for so long, they felt she was somewhat unique. Even though their realm alone made it seem like she had almost no chance of winning, they still held onto some hope.
"Fuyun, hurry up, fight back!" Hongying stood at the edge of the stage holding a booklet, biting her nails and rubbing her toes on the ground in anger.
However, Mu Fuyun on the stage did not let them get what they wanted.
She glanced at Chen Tian expressionlessly, her eyes flashing, but there was not much change in her sword moves, still focusing on stability as before.
However, the method that had worked so well just now did not really work for Chen Tian.
Chen Tian's Qi Sea was full, his sword intent was sharp, and his moves were flexible and varied. Whenever he swung his sword at close range, when Mu Fuyun either dodged sideways or raised her sword to block, he would turn around and slash through her Taoist robe.
After several rounds of fighting, her Taoist robe had seven or eight holes in it, and her inner garment was also torn in several places. In addition to her lower back, small patches of skin were exposed on her left shoulder, right leg, and right arm.
The good Taoist robe became torn and tattered, with pieces of cloth dancing in the wind. It frightened the people around, and at the same time, they felt more and more pity for her.
"Oh, I can't bear to see it, I can't bear to see it!"
"It's better to end it quickly. I can't bear it anymore."
"Such a young new disciple has already suffered such torture on the first day of the internal selection."
"I just hope she won't leave any shadows in the future."
Even Xiao Yan, who was supporting Zhan Yao, couldn't help but shrug his shoulders and muttered, "Aren't you going to fight back yet..."
Chen Tian felt that he was determined to win, so he swung another sword, twisted it, and pointed it directly at Mu Fuyun's chest.
"ah!"
Many disciples in the crowd cried out in surprise, and some even suggested calling the elders in the stands to come and administer justice.
Chu Ye, who had originally stayed in the stands with the elders because he did not have to compete, also noticed the situation here. Ignoring the conversations of the people around him, he quietly took two steps back, flew down from a high place on his sword, and landed on a high ground behind the crowd. He placed one hand on the sword, ready to climb onto the trial platform at any time and take Mu Fuyu away.
On the other side, Song Xinghe, who was still competing on the opposite training platform, was also slow in his movements. He was not paying attention and was injured in the arm by a sword from the female disciple of Luoxia Peak opposite him. However, he did not have time to come back to his senses and just turned his head to look at Mu Fuyu on the opposite platform No. 3.
His distraction caused the female disciple from Luoxia Peak to be stunned on the spot.
The disciples of Luoxia Peak have always acted in an upright manner, and any victory must be won in an honest and fair manner.
She was stunned, and then followed Song Xinghe's gaze to look in the direction of Mu Fuyun.
For a moment, many people who had not noticed the movement over there looked over there.
Chen Tian's sword tip was close, less than half an inch away from Mu Fuyun's chest. He couldn't help but reveal a victorious smile on his face.
Many people who were close to the scene couldn't help but cover their faces, not wanting to look down.
Only Mu Fuyun, still facing the sword in front of him without dodging or avoiding it as he did at the beginning, a hint of impatience finally flashed in his lowered eyes.
“Is it ever going to end?”
She murmured these words, then stretched out her hand and waved it. Without moving the sword, she used her spiritual power to form a transparent shield the size of an inch on the front of her chest.
Not much spiritual power was used on the shield, so it couldn't last long and only blocked it for a moment.
At this moment, Mu Fuyun tapped the ground with the tip of his left foot and moved his body to the side, avoiding the sword.
"call!"
There were many people sighing below the trial stage, but before they could completely breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Tian had already adjusted his moves and made a comeback.
Because they were closer, the attack was even faster and more fierce.
"It was just a fluke just now. Don't think you can get away with it this time!"
Chen Tian felt that he must have been negligent and did not use enough strength just now, so he injected more spiritual power into the sword intent this time. Even if he encountered the shield formed by the spiritual power again, there would not be any delay.
"Really?" Mu Fuyun glared at him coldly, "But I didn't intend to hide at all."
As she spoke, she once again gathered a ball of rich spiritual power in her palm.
This time, it was not to form a shield, but to ignite a cluster of spiritual fire.
"What is she doing?"
"Using spiritual fire to burn Chen Tian? But what's the point?"
"Yes, it takes a while for the spiritual fire to burn, but the sword intent penetrates instantly—"
Before the man could finish his words, he suddenly stopped and stared at the situation on the stage in amazement.
The cluster of spiritual fire was originally bright yellow, but when Mu Fuyun stretched out his hand and touched the tip of Chen Tian's sword, it suddenly turned into a mixture of light blue and golden.
The flame seemed to have its own consciousness. It suddenly jumped up and burned fiercely, quickly enveloping Chen Tian's sword from the tip to the blade, and then to the first half inch of the hilt.
Chen Tian: “?”
He stared in surprise at his sword that had suddenly "caught fire" and swung it vigorously, only to find that the fire had not diminished but had grown larger. He immediately froze and dared not swing it again.
"what you do!"
Mu Fuyun ignored him and just stared at the flames burning on his sword. When the gold and blue met and a flash of orange appeared, he smiled and said softly, "Alright."
With a wave of his right hand, the spiritual fire on the sword disappeared without a trace.
Chen Tian’s eyes widened. If the sword was not still hot, he would have suspected that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
"Humph, you think you can get away with this?" He sneered contemptuously. "I'm telling you, no way!"
As he spoke, he swung his sword again to attack.
This time, Mu Fuyun did not dodge or defend like before, but drew his sword, gathered strength, and stabbed at him at the same time, apparently intending to confront him head-on.
Despite the previous episode, everyone still felt that this collision was a foregone conclusion.
There is a difference of two levels between the early stage of Jindan and the late stage of Jindan. How can it be easily crossed?
"You don't know your own limitations!"
Chen Tian's expression was grim, and he showed a determined smile again.
But soon, his smile froze.
He used to wield his sword with ease, as if he and the sword were one. But at this moment, it seemed as if something was blocking it from within, and the spiritual power he poured into it could no longer be transformed into sword intent as smoothly as before.
The spiritual power became a tangled mess, like a sharp blade that was suddenly blunted, losing most of its power.
On the other hand, Mu Fuyun didn't have to worry about losing his spiritual power because this was the last competition of the day. In this attack, he used up almost all of his remaining spiritual power.
Zheng——
There was a crisp sound, followed by a long-lasting metallic vibration.
Something shiny flew through the air and landed in the grass dozens of feet away.
It is the blade of Chen Tian's sword.
All that was left in his hand was a broken sword.
On the other hand, Mu Fuyun held the Hengyu Sword intact in his hand. When Chen Tian was shocked, he easily put the sword around his neck.
She was still wearing a Taoist robe that had several holes in it, and her hair was a little messy, but she no longer looked disheveled. Her whole person exuded a calm, deep, heroic, and powerful temperament.
"The outcome is decided. Brother Chen, do you have anything else to say?"
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