A large number of talented people have emerged.
Yun Qian didn't care about manners or poise. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she casually lifted one leg and propped it up on the low table prepared by Tianyan Mountain. Then she leaned back and found the most comfortable position on the wide chair back, exuding a nonchalant air that was completely out of place with the solemn atmosphere around her.
Based on her experience from the 21st century, such large-scale events are always preceded by a long and tedious opening speech from the leaders.
What she needs to do now is to make herself comfortable and get through this process.
Sure enough, not long after, a gentle yet authoritative voice, like a gentle stream, came from above and clearly resounded in everyone's ears: "Sect Leader of Tianyan Mountain, Sili."
"In this grand competition of immortal sects, I hope that all fellow cultivators will display their strengths and enjoy the competition to the fullest."
"With all the sect leaders and representatives as witnesses, the first competition officially begins!"
It was decisive and efficient, without any hesitation or delay.
Yun Qian raised an eyebrow slightly. This was somewhat different from the long-winded formalities she had expected. She couldn't help but look at this smiling tiger sect leader with higher regard, since he was at least quite efficient.
The moment Sili finished speaking, the massive Wuji Platform beneath his feet began to hum and slowly rotate. At the edge of the platform, a solid, almost tangible, pale golden wall of spiritual energy suddenly rose, enveloping the entire arena. The rules were simple and clear: whoever fell off the platform or completely lost the ability to resist was defeated.
The first competition has officially begun.
Ji Yunxing and Zhao Ziyan stood on opposite sides of the Wuji Platform, one in the dark area and the other in the pure white area, the boundary was clear, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.
The blazing sunlight poured down without any obstruction, and even with her five senses shut out, the blinding light still made Yun Qian's eyes feel somewhat glared. She gently raised her hand, her fingertips tracing a few lines in the air before lightly touching her brow. A silvery light bloomed from her brow, gliding like mercury across her eyelids, and an invisible light-blocking talisman quietly covered her eyes, instantly making her vision clear and comfortable. She wanted to see carefully what kind of extraordinary talents these two sects, so highly praised by the outside world, could cultivate.
Zhao Ziyan was the first to move.
His right hand hung slightly, his palm surging with true energy. In a flash of spiritual light, a thick-backed broadsword, three feet long and exuding a chilling aura, appeared in his hand. The blade was heavy, and its edge gleamed with a cold light, clearly indicating that it followed a fierce and domineering path.
"Look at the knife!"
With a low shout, Zhao Ziyan moved like a tiger unleashed from its cage, wielding his longsword with a sharp, whistling sound as he launched a fierce attack on Ji Yunxing. His sword strikes were wide and powerful, seemingly intent on cleaving his opponent in two, sword and all.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Ji Yunxing did not take it head-on. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body as light as a feather, and with an extremely light and agile posture, he retreated to the side and back, narrowly avoiding the blade. At the same time, he flipped his wrist, and a long sword with an ancient design and a clear, autumn-water-like blade was already in his hand.
Both sword and saber cultivators are known for their powerful attacks.
Logically speaking, close combat and head-on clashes are the fastest way to determine the winner.
Why would Ke Ji Yunxing deliberately distance herself?
Yun Qian became interested.
Having lived in this world for a hundred years, the only people she had ever seen besides her own junior brother were the mortals from the foot of the mountain. Her knowledge of the fighting styles and techniques of cultivators outside the world came entirely from the sporadic guidance of her master, Bai Yan, and the dusty ancient books in the Cangmin Mountain Library.
Could Ji Yunxing's actions be aimed at observing Zhao Ziyan's swordsmanship style?
She stared intently. The two on the stage were both at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and their spiritual power should be roughly equal. Logically speaking, Ji Yunxing shouldn't have adopted such a conservative hit-and-run strategy. Continuously dodging would greatly deplete his spiritual power and physical strength, and a prolonged defensive stance would inevitably lead to defeat.
Zhao Ziyan's attacks were like a storm, each strike faster than the last, the blades weaving a dense web of death. Ji Yunxing, meanwhile, weaved and darted through the gaps in the blades, like a small boat in a raging storm, seemingly in peril, yet always managing to evade at the last second. After more than a dozen moves, he remained solely on the defensive, his longsword seemingly rendered useless.
Upon seeing this, Yun Qian's eyes flashed, and she suddenly understood Ji Yunxing's intention.
He is waiting.
He was waiting for an opportunity to strike decisively!
Compared to swordsmen, those who cultivate with a saber place greater emphasis on momentum and power, and their wielders are often more ferocious, even displaying a subtle impatience. Ji Yunxing's current restraint is a patient way of wearing down his opponent's spirit, while waiting for Zhao Ziyan to become impatient and reveal a weakness when his attacks fail.
In a contest between cultivators of the same level, the deciding factor often lies in who makes the first mistake. Whoever makes the first mistake will lose everything.
Ji Yunxing's composure precisely demonstrates his absolute self-confidence and his complete certainty that he can seize victory the moment his opponent makes a mistake. Moreover, this tactic also allows him to conceal his sword techniques to the greatest extent possible.
This first battle of the Immortal Sect Competition has garnered the most attention. If one were to reveal all their trump cards and signature moves now, they would be easily analyzed and countered by those with ulterior motives in subsequent matches. Ji Yunxing's move can be described as far-sighted and strategic.
Yun Qian glanced at the composed, dodging figure in black on the stage and couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Her previous assessment of Ji Yunxing seemed too hasty and one-sided. In the original book, although he was brave and upright, and sometimes impulsive and reckless, he was, after all, a top figure who had fought his way into the top ten of this grand competition of geniuses.
How could such a person really be a naive and clueless fool?
It seems I was indeed misled by the filtered descriptions in the original book.
Just as Yun Qian's mind raced, the situation on the field suddenly changed!
Perhaps it was the frustration of failing to break through, or perhaps it was a momentary lapse in breathing, but after a powerful slash, Zhao Ziyan's rhythm as she sheathed her sword and returned to defense faltered slightly, leaving her chest vulnerable!
This flaw is extremely small and will disappear in an instant!
However, this was the moment Ji Yunxing had been waiting for!
He, who had been on the defensive, suddenly flashed a sharp light in his eyes! The longsword that had been held back all along seemed to awaken like a sleeping dragon in that instant!
"Whoosh—!"
A silver sword light, condensed to its extreme, flashed like lightning in the dark night, its speed exceeding the limits of the naked eye! Everyone only saw a blur before the cold sword tip had already precisely and gently touched Zhao Ziyan's throat!
The sword energy was contained but not unleashed, yet its deadly threat made Zhao Ziyan stiffen, no longer daring to move an inch.
The outcome is decided!
Ji Yunxing won. He won cleanly and decisively. What's even more remarkable is that, from beginning to end, apart from that stunning sword strike, he didn't reveal any unnecessary moves, concealing his strength and style extremely well.
Yun Qian's lips unconsciously curved upwards, forming a smile of appreciation.
This competition was truly spectacular.
Cangmin Mountain has been secluded from the world for a thousand years, and the cultivation world at its foot has produced many talented individuals, which has not disappointed her.
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