"Ling Chen, you..." The old cultivator in charge was about to dissuade him, since the finals were supposed to take place tomorrow according to the schedule.
Ling Chen turned to look at him, his eyes calm yet filled with unwavering determination: "Rules are made by people, so what's wrong with fighting ahead of schedule?"
The old cultivator paused, then looked at the elders from the Northern Region below the stage. The elders exchanged glances and nodded in agreement—Ling Chen was the pride of the Northern Region, and if he wanted to fight, they had no reason to refuse. Moreover, this was on the Northern Region's home turf, and even if something unexpected happened, they could control the situation.
“Agreed,” the old cultivator replied loudly. “Since both of you are interested, let’s have an additional match: Xiao Chen from the Southern Region versus Ling Chen from the Northern Region. The winner… will be the champion of this martial arts tournament!”
"Wow—" The entire venue erupted once again. No one had expected that the final battle would arrive so soon!
Xiao Chen didn't waste any words, nor did he even look at the cheers and doubts around him. He simply picked up his rusty iron spear and walked step by step up the steps of the arena.
First-order, second-order, third-order...
The moment he stepped onto the ring, a powerful surge of spear intent erupted from his body!
The spear intent was different from the restrained one when fighting Gray Fiend, and also different from the fierce one when killing the dragon. Instead, it was like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly erupting, with an indomitable determination and a sharpness that could cut through everything, instantly sweeping across the entire training ground!
Where the spear intent passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp "hissing" sound; the cultivators with slightly weaker cultivation below the stage were directly forced to their knees by the spear intent, their faces pale and their bodies trembling; even the cultivators in the late stage of the Nascent Soul stage all circulated their spiritual power to resist, their foreheads sweating and their eyes filled with fear!
"This... what kind of spear intent is this!"
"How could someone in the early Nascent Soul stage possess such condensed spear intent? It's even more terrifying than the sword intent of some Deity Transformation cultivators!"
"The Southern Region... actually harbors such a monster! We knew nothing about it before!"
The top cultivators from the four regions, including Xuan Yangzi of the Xuan Tian Sect, the old monk of the Great Thunderclap Temple, and the elders of the Burning Heaven Valley, all stood up simultaneously, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief. They had always thought that the Southern Region was lacking in talent, but they never expected to find such a genius in the art of spear. The intensity of his spear intent was unparalleled even among the younger generation of the entire four regions!
"What a Qingyun Sect... what a Xiao Chen!" Xuan Yangzi clenched his fists, cursing inwardly—the Xuan Tian Sect had been operating in the Northern Region for many years, yet such a variable had occurred in the Southern Region; it was their miscalculation!
Below the stage, Zhao Feng stared intently at Xiao Chen on the arena. His previous arrogance was gone, replaced by solemnity and a barely perceptible fear. He could clearly sense that Xiao Chen's spear intent was several times stronger than it had been in the Dragon Locking Secret Realm. If this continued, it wouldn't be long before even the sect's elders, let alone him, would be unable to suppress it!
"We can't wait any longer," Zhao Feng whispered to Xuan Yangzi beside him. "Elder, after this competition, we must immediately eliminate Xiao Chen! At all costs! We must not let him leave the Northern Region alive!"
A cold glint flashed in Xuan Yangzi's eyes, and he nodded: "Don't worry, the Northern Region is our territory, he can't escape." He had already seen Xiao Chen's potential. If such a talent could not be used by the Xuan Tian Sect, he must be nipped in the bud as soon as possible, otherwise he would become a great threat.
Su Wanqing, standing beside Zhao Feng, watched the figure on the arena shrouded in the intent of the spear. Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her nails almost digging into her flesh. Her eyes were filled with struggle—she both hoped that Xiao Chen could win and feared that if he won, he would be killed by the Xuan Tian Sect.
On the arena, Ling Chen felt the overwhelming spear intent, but instead of retreating, his eyes blazed with even stronger fighting spirit. His sword intent also erupted, colliding with Xiao Chen's spear intent in mid-air, producing a buzzing sound and forming an invisible barrier that enveloped the entire arena.
"Very good." Ling Chen gripped his longsword tightly, a rare smile appearing on his lips. "Your spear intent is worthy of my sword."
Xiao Chen didn't speak, but gripped the rusty iron spear tightly, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. His spear intent became increasingly refined, like a sharp sword about to be drawn, ready to strike.
He could sense the malice from below the stage, especially the chilling aura emanating from the direction of the Xuantian Sect, but he didn't care.
At this moment, he had only his opponent and the sword that could shatter his invincible body.
The ultimate showdown between guns and swords is about to begin.
On the training ground, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people on the stage.
The wind stopped, the clouds calmed, and only the sharp edges of guns and swords remained in silent combat.
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