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It's not that I look down on sound cultivators, but their combat strength is generally weaker than that of ordinary cultivators. Most of the time, they mainly serve to assist other cultivators.
For a moment, many people's interest waned slightly. But since they had already gathered around, they decided to watch the entire competition first, since new disciples always have their shining moments.
While everyone else felt a little disappointed, Liu Yan was also somewhat expectant. She always felt that this junior sister shouldn't be an ordinary sound cultivator.
Another disciple of the Rainbow Robe Society often cultivated with Liu Yan at Duantian Mountain. At this moment, she saw Ruan Qingyu's Wutong Zither on the arena.
She shook her head with some regret: "Senior Sister Liu, the few sound cultivators we've encountered before weren't very strong in combat. It's good that Junior Sister Ruan rejected us." She had been feeling regretful just now, but now she was glad that she hadn't wasted the sect's quota.
It's important to understand that these smaller forces all have to apply for quotas from sects. If they occupy quotas but can't utilize their strength, that's the fatal factor that leads many smaller forces to disband.
"Let's take a look first." Liu Yan disagreed and focused intently on the arena.
At this moment on the arena, Fang Wenyu looked down on Ruan Qingyu even more after seeing her unusually straightforward playing of the wutong zither.
This mere music editor dares to challenge a senior. Clearly, he's utterly ignorant and arrogant. He'll definitely teach him a lesson.
Ruan Qingyu naturally heard the commotion below the arena, but her expression remained calm. Whether others thought highly of her or looked down on her, it had no effect on her whatsoever.
The moment the magical artifact was revealed, Fang Wenyu swung his spear, its pointed tip aimed directly at Ruan Qingyu's face. The silver tip, crackling with burning flames, carried a scorching heat.
Ruan Qingyu stood still, flipped the zither over with both hands, and then used it as a shield to block the spear's thrust.
A dull thud sounded, but not a single crack appeared in the dragon pool area of the Wutong Qin. Fang Wenyu, who had made the first move, took a half step back with his spear, gritting his teeth and enduring the tingling numbness in the web of his right hand.
How could this broken voice cultivator possess such immense power? Fang Wenyu gritted his teeth, managing not to let the force show on his face.
This half-step alone was enough to make many people below the arena notice the traces.
"Fang Wenyu made the first move, and the spiritual power contained in that move didn't seem to be holding back. He didn't even make her move an inch. Tsk tsk." A disciple with sharp eyes instantly saw Fang Wenyu's predicament, but because there were still people from the Broken Cliff Sect present, he didn't spread the news.
Although the people from the Cliffside Sect had some confidence in Fang Wenyu, they immediately turned pale upon hearing the surrounding conversations. If they were to lose, they would surely become a laughingstock within their faction.
He couldn't help but feel a little anxious for Fang Wenyu, not because he was afraid that he would lose and look bad, but purely for the sake of the reputation of the Cliff Gate.
On the stage, Ruan Qingyu smiled slightly: "If Senior Brother only does this much, then what comes next will be beyond your control."
This was said in just the right amount of time, not too loud, not too soft, just enough for Fang Wenyu on the other side to hear.
Enraged, his eyes widened, his grip on the spear trembled, and he spun around. A fiery dragon shot out, its scorching heat distorting the surrounding air.
Even those standing close to the arena couldn't help but tilt their heads back slightly, simply because they felt the scorching heat wave passing overhead.
The two stood at the furthest points of the arena, and Ruan Qingyu's lips curled into a smile. The zither floated in the wind, rising and falling gently in front of her.
At the critical moment, Ruan Qingyu flicked her wrist lightly. With a buzzing sound, the fire dragon was swept away in the blink of an eye by the red crescent-shaped sound wave.
In the blink of an eye, the fiery energy of the two spears clashed with the sonic waves of the zither, constantly creating scorching ripples of heat on the arena, causing the people around the arena to gradually retreat.
As the two fought, the temperature continued to rise. Even the cultivators, who were already insensitive to the ambient temperature, were gradually affected, and some, unable to hold on any longer, began to sweat.
However, the temperature was certainly not enough to deter so many people, judging from their furrowed brows and the fact that some were covering their ears.
"No wonder this music master dared to challenge Fang Wenyu one-on-one. His music is truly unforgettable." Another person appeared beside Liu Yan. He looked very similar to Liu Yan, but his figure was that of a man.
Liu Feng rubbed his fingers against his earlobe, then smiled and put his hand on Liu Yan's shoulder: "Sister, who is that female warrior on the stage? I want to get to know her."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yan angrily shook off his hand: "New disciple Ruan Qingyu, if you can really invite people into our Ni Chang Society, you can deal with Fang Wenyu yourself."
Liu Feng and Fang Wenyu had a long-standing feud, but due to their roughly equal power, Liu Feng had refrained from taking action until today, when he heard about Fang Wenyu being invited to the arena after leaving the checkpoint.
He flew over from the high-level checkpoints and immediately saw Ruan Qingyu on the arena, subtly dominating Fang Wenyu.
He clearly possesses the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment stage, yet his fighting prowess is comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator.
Thinking of this, Liu Feng withdrew his hand from the air. He crossed his arms and a gloating smile appeared on his lips.
This attracted several glances from the junior sister who had been standing next to Liu Yan, even though she had seen Senior Brother Liu Feng many times. But looking at his face, she couldn't help but look at him.
Ruan Qingyu blinked. Although Fang Wenyu's skills were not very good, fighting against a fire-attribute cultivator in the Golden Core stage would be very beneficial to her.
Thinking of this, she simply stopped what she was doing. She smiled faintly at Fang Wenyu and suddenly put away the zither in front of her.
In an instant, the music that had been flowing freely across the field, afflicting everyone's ears, vanished. Ruan Qingyu, who had been far away from Fang Wenyu, suddenly disappeared from her spot, and when she reappeared, she had already struck Fang Wenyu in the back with a palm strike.
Although Fang Wenyu was somewhat all show and no substance, he immediately became vigilant after seeing Ruan Qingyu disappear. In the previous round of fighting, he suddenly realized that he had been at a disadvantage.
An ordinary Golden Core cultivator would certainly not lose to a Foundation Establishment cultivator, if not be guaranteed. However, despite his repeated attempts to apply pressure, he failed to instill any fear in the woman.
On the contrary, he seemed to grow stronger with each battle, his expression even appearing somewhat casual and relaxed. For Fang Wenyu, this was an utter humiliation!
As the palm, enveloped in flames, struck, Fang Wenyu simply activated his external armor. This armor was a decent Yellow-grade magic artifact, its spiritual light shimmering.
A bright blue halo formed over its body, making it very conspicuous.
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu raised an eyebrow. Instead of continuing, she took a half step back, avoiding Fang Wenyu's counterattack.
There were still many flames left in front of her. With a slight burning sound, Ruan Qingyu didn't blink and stretched out a palm straight at Fang Wenyu's face.
To outsiders, it appeared that Fang Wenyu first unleashed a fire dragon with his spear, while Ruan Qingyu then conjured a phoenix with a single palm strike; the two fought a fierce and evenly matched battle.
Fang Wenyu retreated dozens of steps, wielding his spear left and right to block all the damage from the fire phoenix. He watched as the fire phoenix gradually became transparent, a sign that its spiritual energy was exhausted and it was about to dissipate.
Before he could even show any sign of relief, the fire phoenix raised its head high, its wings suddenly growing to tens of feet in size, completely enveloping Fang Wenyu's spear.
In an instant, Fang Wenyu cried out in pain, abruptly releasing his grip on the spear and throwing it off the stage. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his spear lying on the ground below the stage.
As his gaze shifted, he also noticed the stares of many people below the arena, but at that moment he interpreted all of them as mockery.
Even though his hands were red and his skin was blistered and peeling, Fang Wenyu gritted his teeth and turned around, his eyes growing increasingly fierce as he looked at Ruan Qingyu, the thought of killing her on the stage flashing through his mind.
Although Ruan Qingyu didn't know that Fang Wenyu wanted to kill her, she could tell something from the murderous look in his eyes. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
She casually pulled out a spirit sword that Yun Yin had given her before from her storage bracelet. With a flash of silver light, it hung around Fang Wenyu's neck.
The moment the opponent makes the slightest movement, they will be cut by this sharp spiritual sword.
"Senior brother, I think the outcome is already clear?" Ruan Qingyu's lips slowly curled up, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Fang Wenyu and the people near the arena to hear.
"Bravo!" Liu Yan shouted, then clapped her hands. Liu Feng, standing beside her, looked at her with a strange expression and also clapped and cheered.
"This Foundation Establishment stage junior sister is unlike ordinary sound cultivators, she's extraordinary!" A senior sister who had watched the whole thing murmured, expressing her great admiration for Ruan Qingyu.
Before him stood the person he wished would die immediately; below him were the disappointed eyes of the Cliff Clan members, and the mocking laughter of those who had long harbored grudges against him.
Fang Wenyu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "Yes, I lost."
Seeing this, Ruan Qingyu tilted her spirit sword slightly: "You flatter me."
However, the three inches of space that were given up allowed Fang Wenyu to suddenly stand up, his spear returning to his hand from under the arena, and he thrust the spearhead at Ruan Qingyu with a backhand motion.
Ruan Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply, but the distance between them had been too close when the spiritual sword had suppressed the opponent. Now, it would be extremely difficult for Ruan Qingyu to dodge.
Below the arena, Liu Yan was about to step forward to stop them, but was pulled back by Liu Feng beside her. He slowly shook his head: "No third disciple can appear on the arena."
If she disobeys, Ruan Qingyu will be the loser. While fairness in the Xuan Tian Sect's internal arena battles depends entirely on conscience, a victory achieved through despicable means is still a victory.
If Liu Yan had made a move just now, Ruan Qingyu would not only have been judged to have lost, but even the disciples on the stage who were unaware of right and wrong would only know that she had lost.
Ruan Qingyu could only suffer in silence. Liu Yan calmed down and looked at the Cliff Gate with increasing disdain.
Everyone was convinced that Ruan Qingyu's move would turn the tide of battle. However, Ruan Qingyu refused to accept her fate. She continuously circulated her spiritual energy, trying to dodge the spear in the opposite direction from which it was thrusting in.
But all of this happened at the last second. Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but he only managed to keep himself a mere three inches away from the spear.
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