Zhao Lie watched as Xiao Chen blocked He Qiang's path and stepped onto the arena, his fingertips still casually stroking the scabbard.
A nonchalant smile still lingered on his lips. In his eyes, Xiao Chen's ability to withstand He Qiang's punch was at most a matter of "having some skill."
The gap between the half-step Taixu realm and the Nirvana realm is an insurmountable chasm. No matter how strong Xiao Chen is, he cannot escape his grasp.
He was slowly moving his wrists, which was less of a warm-up and more of a deliberate display of strength, hoping to instill fear in Xiao Chen in advance.
Until Xiao Chen clenched his right hand, the Dragon Spear solidified from the void, its silvery-white shaft reflecting the sunlight.
The dragon pattern seemed to come alive, swirling slightly. Only then did Zhao Lie finally abandon his initial disdain, flicking his fingertip across the hilt of the sword.
Clang!
The moment the longsword was drawn, a clear sword cry resounded throughout the entire arena, and spiritual energy surged wildly along the blade.
As the sword flashed out, it created pale golden ripples; the sword's light clung to the blade like liquid gold leaf, lingering even three inches from the edge.
Even the surrounding air was slightly distorted by the sharpness of the blade.
With a slight flick of his wrist, his spiritual energy resonated with the longsword, causing the golden light on the blade to suddenly brighten.
An extremely sharp aura spread out, and the cultivators with lower cultivation levels below the stage even subconsciously retreated, fearing that they would be accidentally injured by this sword energy.
"Yuan Yang Sect's 'Golden Sun Sword Light' truly lives up to its reputation!"
A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the city lord on the high platform. Such a sword light was something that even a half-step Tai Xu might not be able to condense. Zhao Lie's strength was even greater than he had expected.
Zhao Lie pointed his sword at Xiao Chen, his tone arrogant and condescending: "You're already much better than that good-for-nothing from the He family for making me draw my sword."
"Unfortunately, Nirvana Realm is still Nirvana Realm. Today, I will show you the difference between disciples of sects in the Great World and natives like you."
Xiao Chen didn't reply, but simply spread his feet slightly apart, pointed the Dragon Spear diagonally at the ground, and gently twisted his waist and abdomen, channeling his arm strength into the spear shaft through his wrist meridians.
What he was about to unleash was the fundamental marksmanship technique, "Poison Dragon Emerges from Cave."
As the power gradually gathered, the spear tip began to spin at high speed, so fast that it left a silvery-white afterimage.
The air was swirled into a spiral column, and the sharp whistling sound pierced the eardrums.
The spear's edge condensed into a drill-like shape as it spun, its silvery sheen revealing a hint of coldness, as if it were about to pierce through the void at any moment.
That posture was far from an ordinary straight thrust.
It was clearly a venomous dragon lurking in the abyss, poised to pounce at any moment.
It delivers a fatal blow; it is like a white rainbow streaking across the sky, carrying an unwavering determination, disregarding consequences, and heading only for the goal.
That's it?
Zhao Lie chuckled, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes. He could sense the penetrating power of Xiao Chen's shot.
It far surpassed that of ordinary Nirvana Realm cultivators, even causing a slight fluctuation in the golden sun sword light of his.
Without further hesitation, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the longsword, glowing with a pale golden light, slashed towards the tip of Xiao Chen's spear.
The sword's edge, half a foot away from the body, tore through the air like a golden scimitar, even leaving shallow marks on the white jade slabs of the arena.
"boom!"
Just as the golden scimitar was about to touch the spear tip, Xiao Chen suddenly straightened his back, channeling all his strength into the spear.
The silver-white spear light suddenly surged, and the spiral column of air instantly tore through the air, crashing towards the golden light like a poisonous dragon emerging from the abyss!
A burst of gold and silver light suddenly erupted in the center of the arena, like a small sun shining brightly, causing the audience below to close their eyes.
The shockwave spread wildly from the point of impact, causing the defensive arrays at the edge of the arena to shimmer with a pale blue light.
The runes on the array flickered erratically, as if they might shatter at any moment.
The cracks in the arena floor spread instantly, and rubble flew out with the air currents, hitting the surrounding guardrails with a "crackling" sound.
Zhao Lie felt a terrifying force travel through the longsword, his arm instantly went numb, and the mouth of his hand throbbed with pain.
He staggered back three steps before barely regaining his balance, and looked down at the longsword.
The golden light on the sword had dimmed a bit, and even a tiny scratch appeared on the blade!
"How is this possible?!"
Zhao Lie's eyes were filled with disbelief; his Golden Sun Sword Light was enough to cut through ordinary magical treasures.
Xiao Chen's spear was not only not cut off, but it also injured his arm.
This is definitely not the power that someone in the Nirvana Realm could possess!
Xiao Chen also took two steps back, the Dragon Spear in his hand trembled slightly, the dragon pattern on the spear flashed for a moment, and then returned to calm.
He looked at Zhao Lie, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Disciples of the Great World are nothing special."
These words were like a slap across Zhao Lie's face. He abruptly looked up, his arrogance vanishing completely, replaced by overwhelming fury and solemnity.
He finally realized that he had misjudged the situation from the very beginning. The Nirvana Realm cultivator in front of him was not a "native of the realm" at all, but a formidable enemy who could stand up to him head-on!
The atmosphere below the stage erupted into a frenzy. The Lu family members went from tense to ecstatic. Lu Zhenhai finally relaxed his clenched fist, his eyes filled with excitement.
The He family members turned pale. He Xiong looked at Xiao Chen on the arena and felt uneasy for the first time.
The city lord sat on the high platform, his fingers gripping the armrests tightly, his expression complex.
The competition seemed to have slipped out of his control.
The lingering force of the powerful shockwave still echoed around the arena, and Xiao Chen's fingers, hanging by his sides, had quietly turned white.
The shockwave from the collision was far more intense than he had shown; his internal organs felt as if they were being gripped by an invisible fist.
It was suddenly torn apart again, and the slight shift brought waves of excruciating pain, making even breathing feel strangely difficult.
Yet his back remained ramrod straight, his silver spear held at an angle, and the fighting spirit in his eyes showed no sign of diminishing.
Instead, it burned brighter and brighter like a raging fire, and even the surrounding air seemed to be heated up by this fighting spirit.
He was acutely aware of his current predicament: Zhao Lie was a half-step Tai Xu Realm cultivator with a deeper spiritual foundation than him. The longer the conflict dragged on, the greater the risk of his internal injuries flaring up. A swift victory was the only way to survive.
Without any further probing, Xiao Chen suddenly took a step forward, causing the stone slabs of the arena to crack with spiderweb-like patterns.
He lowered his right hand holding the spear, then suddenly jerked it upwards, instantly changing the way he used the Dragon Spear; it was no longer a thrusting motion with the spear tip.
Instead, it was like an iron rod, using the joint between the spearhead and the shaft as the point of force, and with immense power, it slammed down fiercely towards Zhao Lie's head!
"drink!"
As the low shout subsided, the gunfire suddenly became violent, the howling sound like the roar of countless vengeful ghosts, so piercing that it made one's scalp tingle.
The surrounding energy around the gun rapidly condensed, transforming into a phantom image of a dark silver giant blade over ten feet long.
The blade gleamed with a cold light, and even before it reached Zhao Lie, his robes were already fluttering wildly in the force of the energy.
Even the stone slabs underfoot were slightly dented by the pressure.
That slash, what kind of spear technique is that?
It was clearly the force of a giant axe splitting a mountain, carrying an unstoppable, savage power; it was also like a thunderbolt crashing down from the heavens, fierce and violent to the extreme.
Even the air was split open, creating a brief vacuum crack.
Zhao Lie's pupils constricted sharply, and he dared not underestimate the force of this strike any longer. He could sense that the power of this strike was three times stronger than the previous "Poison Dragon Emerges from its Cave".
If you try to take the blow head-on, even with the Golden Sun Sword's light protecting you, your arm will still be shattered!
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