Everyone in the audience held their breath, afraid of missing a single detail.
Zhuge, seeing my move, should be able to push Lin Fan into a corner.
Lin Fan released his divine sense and scanned the arena several times. Then he simply extended his left hand and used two fingers to catch the attack of the sword that had left his hand.
Then he swung his sword with his right hand, holding it horizontally behind him at a 45-degree angle to the sky, blocking Zhuge Jianwo's palm print.
With a slight twist of his wrist, he slashed at Zhuge Jianwo, forcing him to retreat.
Seeing that I had created several feet of distance, Zhuge tried to control his sword, but found that it was held between Lin Fan's two fingers and he could not break free no matter how he tried.
"Senior Brother Zhuge, your sword seems to be malfunctioning."
Lin Fan gripped the sword tightly, his powerful divine sense covering it and blocking Zhuge Jianwo's control.
"Junior Brother Lin, what you're doing isn't fair!" Zhuge said coldly to me. If he didn't have the sword, he might not be able to beat Lin Fan in terms of other trump cards.
Lin Fan smiled calmly, then released the sword with two fingers and tossed it back in front of him.
Zhuge noticed that I was looking at the swords at my feet and his expression was somewhat strange.
"Now it's my turn to attack!"
Lin Fan laughed and said that although the free-hand sword is very strong, its flaws are also obvious. If the person controlling it is very strong, the free-hand sword will definitely be able to use unexpected moves to win.
Zhuge Jian, though I am the top student in the same class, is far inferior to a true freak like Long Aotian and even to a chosen one, not to mention that I am a level below him.
He gripped the sword with both hands, stomped his feet, arched his body, and pounced out like a beast.
Seeing that I continued to control the flying sword, Lin Fan smiled slightly, a strange light flashing in his eyes.
He acted swiftly, wielding the sword with both hands and slashing down. With a clang, sparks flew everywhere, and the sword flew horizontally, spinning rapidly like a windmill, before crashing to the ground and tumbling.
Lin Fan rushed to Zhuge Zhenwo's side, leaned forward, lowered slightly, and then swung his sword with both hands, unleashing a sharp sword beam.
"What domineering power!" Zhao Kuo exclaimed approvingly.
With a single slash, the sword was sent flying from the hand, forcibly breaking free from control. Taking advantage of the opponent's lack of weapon support, a powerful attack was launched, instantly putting the opponent at a disadvantage.
"I never imagined Lin Fan's swordsmanship would be so powerful and domineering. One force can overcome ten techniques. I'm afraid the swordsmanship of leaving one's hand won't be effective," Elder Xiang Daofeng said with a smile.
“This sword technique is fierce and sharp, but it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. If we cannot win in a short time, we will be in danger later,” Zhao Kuo said.
Every sword technique in the world has its strengths and weaknesses. To effectively counter a free-handed sword technique, one must win as quickly as possible; prolonging the fight will only deplete one's own strength.
Seeing my expression change drastically, Zhuge leaped back, formed a hand seal, and created a protective aura of spiritual energy. His domineering sword energy forcefully shattered the protective aura, forcing him to the edge of the arena.
Watching Lin Fan relentlessly pursue and attack, he continued to wield his sword, but Lin Fan's sword seemed to possess immense power, once again slicing his sword away.
The latter became a blur, instantly unleashing several sword strikes aimed at his head, shoulders, heart, and other areas.
Seeing me panic and dodge, not daring to confront his sharp edge, Zhuge was very surprised. Lin Fan's change was too great.
Each time the sword flashed, it felt like it was going to cleave him in two. Although it didn't actually hit him, it still made his scalp tingle.
Bang bang
When his sword was knocked away several times, Zhuge saw that I was about to break down and was being chased and slashed. Although he understood that Lin Fan's fighting style had a major drawback, it was easy to exhaust my spiritual power.
However, he had to expend more spiritual energy to withstand the sword's force with his physical body. Judging from Lin Fan's condition, he was still in control and did not appear to be exhausted.
He also had his pride; it was disgraceful for the chief disciple of Tianjian Peak to be chased and attacked.
Shoot shoo shoo
Several sword energies sliced through the void, completely blocking Zhuge Jianwo's retreat. Then, gritting his teeth, he quickly gathered spiritual power in his palm, intending to fight Lin Fan.
Seeing this, Lin Fan's smile grew even brighter. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and frantically channeled his spiritual power into it.
In an instant, countless sword intents filled the arena, and the space slowly distorted. Zhuge saw my expression change drastically. In the air filled with sword intents, he felt a stinging pain on every inch of his skin, as if countless knives were scraping against his body.
So Junior Brother Lin Fan has become this monstrously strong? Even if I break through to the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm, I might not be his match.
He slowly inhaled, his palm print still etched on his skin. Though unwilling to admit it, he couldn't deny the undeniable difference in strength between them.
The stands were completely silent. Even though they were outside the arena, they could feel how terrifying the sword intent that filled the air was.
They all secretly channeled their spiritual energy to resist, but even so, their skin still felt a stinging sensation.
Lin Fan is too strong. No wonder the sect leader values him so much. If it were them, they would probably be instantly killed. Thinking about how they have been targeting Lin Fan, I felt my scalp tingle. If Lin Fan really comes to power in the future, he will take revenge and they will have no good days.
They started to wonder if they should apologize to Lin Fan after the sect competition.
"If this is your trump card, you will lose miserably in the final!" Long Aotian leaned against the wall, coldly staring at the two people on the stage.
He is now only one step away from entering the Nascent Soul stage. Judging from Lin Fan's actions today, if this is his only level, then he will completely crush Lin Fan under his feet.
He was very confident. The Evil Dragon Relic had enhanced his strength multiple times, and he no longer took Lin Fan seriously, because he was invincible in the Golden Core Realm.
Lin Fan charged out with his sword, moving like a rabbit, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake. All that could be seen was a black shadow trailing a tail as it charged forward.
Zhuge Jian also unleashed a palm strike, and the two forces collided violently, rubbing against each other and causing a blinding light to cover both of them. The arena shattered, and dust billowed up.
"It seems the outcome is decided." Peak Master Xingfeng laughed. Although the difference in their cultivation levels was small, the difference in their strength was too great.
Whether in swordsmanship, experience, or insight, Lin Fan far surpasses Zhuge Jianwo, therefore he is destined to win this battle.
"Senior Brother Sect Leader, don't be discouraged. There are still two direct disciples on Heavenly Sword Peak. I believe they can successfully enter the top ten," Elder Danfeng said with a smile.
At this moment, he was in a very good mood. Because Danfeng was not good at fighting, his cultivation path was much slower. His three personal disciples were only at the third level of the Golden Core stage and were eliminated yesterday.
He was very upset; it was just too unfair.
However, since the top student of Tianjian Peak lost and didn't even make it into the top ten, the negative publicity surrounding Danfeng decreased.
The arena gradually calmed down. A gentle breeze blew, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of the two.
Lin Fan remained standing on the ring, hands behind his back, clothes fluttering in the wind, exuding an extraordinary aura.
When Zhuge saw me, he was in a much worse state, with disheveled hair, tattered clothes, and several wounds on his body, kneeling on the arena.
After Elder Xingfeng announced Lin Fan's victory, he looked at the dilapidated arena, which had been destroyed into several pieces, and shook his head helplessly.
This battle was probably the most destructive one in the competition so far; both fighters destroyed the arena.
However, those at the Golden Core stage can travel through the air, so the absence of an arena does not affect the competition.
Next up is Chu Yunying versus Murong Xuanqiu, the senior disciple of Youyue Peak. The latter is at the sixth level of the Golden Core realm and is the chief disciple of Youyue Peak.
She glanced sideways at her junior sister, her eyes revealing amazement. Such a beautiful and powerful female disciple was rare even in the Northern Region.
"Greetings, Senior Sister Murong!" Chu Yunying looked at Murong Xuanqiu with a slightly surprised expression. This chief senior sister of Youyue Peak was simply too beautiful.
Her fair skin was as translucent as amber, her eyes seemed to hold a vast ocean, deep and captivating, her straight nose was like an emerald embellishment, her face was like a porcelain vase, her hands were like jade, and her body was as slender as a willow tree—she was exceptionally beautiful.
The only downside is her height; someone a head shorter than her makes her look like a little girl. If you don't know her well, you might think she's a lost child.
Many male disciples looked at the two with a height difference and had different expressions. Thinking back to the female disciples of Youyue Peak, it seemed that the most accomplished direct disciples were not very tall.
They all have baby faces, looking adorable from afar, like a group of cute little girls, and you'd never guess they're already twenty years old.
"Junior Sister Chu, you are truly a great beauty. Just like the rumors say, you have a great figure and are very well-developed. I wonder if you ever think about men when you're alone?"
Murong Xuanqiu walked over, his eyes fixed on the two dough balls, looking quite envious. They were a whole size bigger than his own. He wondered if it would feel nice to knead them together.
As she thought of this, drool dripped from the corner of her mouth, her large eyes gleamed with a wicked glint, and her smile became somewhat lewd.
"What are you saying, Senior Sister Murong? Everyone's watching the competition right now!"
Chu Yunying, with her delicate and easily embarrassed face, blushed quickly after being teased like this.
"Hey, they can't hear us anyway, what's there to be afraid of? After the game, I'll come find you tonight, let's hang out..."
Murong Xuanqiu wiped his drool and grinned mischievously.
Chu Yunying was aloof and cold, yet also an unparalleled beauty; her appearance captivated her heart, and she liked her very much.
He was getting a little tired of the junior sisters he usually faced on Youyue Peak and wanted to try something different – a cool and aloof goddess.
"Senior sister, let's continue the competition." Chu Yunying regained her composure, her eyes fixed on Murong Xuanqiu. She wanted to know just how strong this once-renowned prodigy of the Qingxiao Sect was.
In their previous lives, they never fought each other. Instead, I faced off against Zhuge Jianwo, and in the end, I lost despite giving it my all.
"Alright, as Junior Sister Chu wishes. If you lose, you can't close the door tonight!" Murong Xuanqiu laughed heartily.
Looking at Chu Yunying's cold gaze and resolute eyes, she wanted to jump up and scream. Then she drew a blue and white longsword from behind her, and her expression gradually became serious.
The two are only a small realm apart, so it won't be easy for either of them to defeat the other.
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