"Pfft!"
The spear tip collided with the scimitar, forcing Gray Fiend's true form out. He staggered backward, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Xiao Chen—his "Ghost Shadow Step" had never failed, yet it had been seen through in an instant.
"Again!" Gray Fiend refused to believe it and swung his scimitar even faster, spreading deathly aura that enveloped the entire arena, attempting to force the opponent to surrender with poison gas.
Instead of retreating, Xiao Chen advanced, his spear thrusts suddenly accelerating. There were no fancy moves, only the most direct thrusts, parries, and sweeps. Each spear strike landed precisely on Hui Sha's weak points, forcing him to parry in a sorry state, leaving him no time to use his poison skills.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The clash of guns and knives was as dense as drumbeats. In just over a dozen rounds, Gray Fiend was forced to the edge of the arena, struggling to defend himself, and his openings became more and more numerous.
The audience was stunned—it was over...?
Hui Sha is at the late Nascent Soul stage, so how come he couldn't even last twenty moves against Xiao Chen?
"it's over."
Xiao Chen's voice rang out, calm and even. He seized the moment when Gray Fiend turned his blade back, and his rusty iron spear suddenly accelerated, the tip of the spear emerging like a venomous snake, carrying a dark light, and precisely pressed against Gray Fiend's throat.
The spear tip was icy cold, carrying a faint killing intent, but it didn't advance any further.
Gray Fiend's body stiffened, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his hand gripping the scimitar trembled slightly—he could clearly feel that if his opponent exerted even the slightest force, his throat would be pierced. In that instant, he hadn't even entertained the thought of resisting.
The entire room fell silent.
A few breaths later, a thunderous discussion erupted!
"He won? Xiao Chen won?"
"A dozen or so moves! An early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator defeated a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator? How is that possible!"
"Is the Southern Region really going to turn things around this time?"
The Western Region cultivators were deathly pale, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief as they looked at Xiao Chen. The Southern Region cultivators, on the other hand, jumped up in excitement, their cheers echoing across the training ground.
"Xiao Chen! Xiao Chen!"
"We won! The Southern Region won!"
"Who says our Southern Region is backward? That shot was well done!"
Gray Fiend looked at the spear tip pressed against his throat, then at Xiao Chen's calm eyes, and finally dejectedly lowered his scimitar, his voice hoarse: "I lost."
Xiao Chen sheathed his rusty iron spear, said nothing more, and turned to walk off the stage. His steps remained steady, as if he had only done something insignificant.
The presiding elder monk announced loudly, "In this round, the Southern Region wins!"
On the Xuan Tian Sect's flying boat, Zhao Feng's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Su Wanqing stared at Xiao Chen's retreating figure, her eyes filled with an extremely complex mix of emotions—shock, guilt, and even a hint of pride she herself didn't realize…?
In the Northern Region team, Ling Chen looked at Xiao Chen with fierce fighting spirit in his eyes—this Southern Region cultivator was indeed a worthy opponent.
Xiao Chen returned to the Southern Region team, receiving cheers from his fellow disciples, but he showed no pride. He knew this was just the beginning; the real opponents were yet to come.
But at least, he used the gun in his hand to show everyone that the Southern Region was not forever backward.
The wind on the arena stirred the lingering intent of the spear, and also stirred the changing landscape of the four regions. This martial arts tournament, because of Xiao Chen's appearance, became increasingly unpredictable and exciting.
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