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Death Grip
On the Training Ground, with Hua Junchu's escape, the final victor was naturally Xing Chen.
However, he was not in a good state either; just now, activating the Pointing Sword had nearly exhausted all of his Vital Energy. Nevertheless, the results were astonishing, as he not only scared Hua Junchu into fleeing the Training Ground with one strike but also obtained the Three-Inch Sword, made from fragments of a High-Level Divine Weapon, which fell into Xing Chen's hands. This gave Xing Chen another means of survival.
"Sir, since you have won, please return my junior's Seven Absolute Swords," suddenly spoke Ling Kaifeng from below.
Even he had some covetous thoughts about the Seven Absolute Swords. If it weren't for the restrictions of the sect rules, he would have likely snatched them from Hua Junchu long ago.
Now that the Seven Absolute Swords were in Xing Chen's possession, he felt no hesitation in asking for them back. Moreover, even if he didn't return them to Hua Junchu, no one would say anything.
Ling Kaifeng calculated well in his mind, but Xing Chen was not someone to be easily persuaded. Once something was in his hands, it would be difficult to take it back.
"Are you still half-asleep? I won this duel, so the Seven Absolute Swords are mine now. You think you can just ask for them back by merely touching your lips together? Do you think that's possible?" A mocking look appeared in Xing Chen's eyes.
"Fine, fine. Since that's the case, I won't say much more. I just hope you won't regret this decision," Ling Kaifeng nodded, a glint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
This was the first time he had been publicly humiliated like this; it felt like being slapped in the face in front of everyone, leaving him utterly embarrassed. At this moment, Ling Kaifeng truly harbored hatred towards Xing Chen.
"Truly worthy of someone from Snow Wind Island, they all seem so unruly. However, it seems that returning alive to Snow Wind Island will be quite difficult for him!" Seeing the confrontation between Xing Chen and Ling Kaifeng, Song Daohong sneered. After all, Ling Kaifeng's strength was even higher than that of Hua Junchu. With how angry Xing Chen had made him, there would surely be no good outcome.
"Song Brother, it's better not to jump to conclusions too early. Didn't what just happened teach you a lesson?" said Zhao Yuanlong, who remained calm nearby. At this moment, he had absolute confidence in Xing Chen's strength; even if he couldn't defeat Ling Kaifeng, he wouldn't be killed by him. At most, he would end up like Hua Junchu, forced to flee from the Training Ground.
"Although this person from Snow Wind Island is very strong, Wind's strength is definitely not weak either. If the two of them really faced off, the outcome would be hard to predict," Nangong Xingyun said at this moment.
He had basically figured out Xing Chen's strength, and among Xing Chen's attacks, the only one that could threaten Ling Kaifeng was that sword strike just now. However, with Xing Chen's cultivation level, he could only use that one sword before exhausting himself. As long as Ling Kaifeng could withstand that strike, victory would belong to Ling Kaifeng.
Therefore, although Xing Chen was strong, Nangong Xingyun was not worried at all that Ling Kaifeng would lose to Xing Chen.
"Zhao Yuanlong, if you have the ability, let's bet again. If this Xing Chen faces Ling Kaifeng, he will definitely lose and die in a terrible way. Do you dare to bet with me?" Song Daohong said, his eyes flickering slightly.
Looking at the standoff between Xing Chen and Ling Kaifeng in the arena, Song Daohong saw hope of winning back the Soul-Tracking Needle. As long as Zhao Yuanlong dared to bet with him, the Soul-Tracking Needle would surely return to his hands.
"What do I have to be afraid of? But what do you have left to bet? You even lost your Song Family's ancestral treasure, the Soul-Tracking Needle, to me. Do you have anything else comparable to the Soul-Tracking Needle to wager?" Zhao Yuanlong looked at Song Daohong and said with a grin.
"I... I... I bet twenty Elemental Stone Veins from my Zhao Family against you. If I win, not only the Soul-Tracking Needle but also the formula for the Soul-Condensing Pill must be given to me!" Song Daohong gritted his teeth and said.
Twenty Elemental Stone Veins were equivalent to more than seventy percent of the Song Family's assets. It should be noted that the entire Zhao Family had less than thirty Elemental Stone Veins in total. Now, putting out twenty Elemental Stone Veins as a wager made Nangong Xingyun and Huo Mingqing nearby wonder if Song Daohong had gone crazy from too much stress.
Zhao Yuanlong was also stunned; twenty Elemental Stone Veins were more than what their entire Zhao Family owned. If they could obtain these twenty Elemental Stone Veins, their resources would not be able to compare with Nebula Gate but would definitely not be weaker than Fire Sect.
"I accept! Since you are so generous as to want to give me Elemental Stone Veins, if I don't accept them, wouldn't that be disrespectful to your good intentions?" Zhao Yuanlong said eagerly, fearing that Song Daohong might suddenly back out.
"Good!" Song Daohong shouted in agreement. Clearly, he still had great confidence in Ling Kaifeng's strength.
It is no wonder that he is so confident. Ling Kaifeng usually has a good relationship with Song Xingwen, and the two often spar together. Naturally, Song Daohong learned about Ling Kaifeng's true strength from Song Xingwen. It is precisely for this reason that Song Daohong dared to agree to this bet.
At this moment, a new round of battles was already taking place in the Training Arena, while Xing Chen sat cross-legged offstage, recovering his Vital Energy.
He was also paying attention to the battles on stage, especially the fight between Fireman and Song Xingwen, which he was most concerned about.
"Song Xingwen and Fireman should be evenly matched, while Ling Kaifeng is a notch stronger than these two. As for the others, they are not worth worrying about," Xing Chen thought slowly to himself.
"If the next round of matches follows the same order as before, then I will face Ling Kaifeng in the next round."
Xing Chen thought to himself. However, he was not afraid of Ling Kaifeng; rather, he felt that he might get injured in the battle against Ling Kaifeng, which would put him at a significant disadvantage in the subsequent matches.
Fortunately, his concerns were somewhat unnecessary. There were only ten people from the four major factions entering the third round, and after two rounds of matches, it was basically clear how strong these ten individuals were. Therefore, this time the rankings were not arranged as before.
Instead, they were ranked according to their true strength: Ling Kaifeng remained first, followed by Fireman in second place, Song Xingwen in third, and Xing Chen in fourth.
Xing Chen was ranked fourth solely because he had not been able to defeat Hua Junchu with a single move. In contrast, Ling Kaifeng, Fireman, and Song Xingwen had all defeated their opponents with just one strike.
However, this was not the final ranking; thus, the order of ranking did not matter much to Xing Chen.
What surprised Xing Chen was that those ranked fifth to tenth collectively did something shocking.
Before the battles even began, they admitted defeat without hesitation. These six individuals recognized the gap between themselves and Xing Chen's group and directly forfeited, walking off the Training Ground.
"Haha, I didn't expect that this year's competitors are quite perceptive, knowing the gap in strength between themselves and others, and voluntarily admitting defeat," Nangong Xingyun said with a smile upon seeing the situation.
"Not everyone is so perceptive; there's still one who doesn't know better and insists on drinking the penalty instead of the toast," Nangong Xingyun added just as he heard Song Daohong's sarcastic remark from the side.
And that person was naturally Xing Chen, as in his view, Xing Chen was simply not qualified to be compared with Ling Kaifeng and the others.
"Hmph, who truly lacks perception will only be revealed by the final outcome," Zhao Yuanlong snorted coldly. Although he had no way to deal with Song Daohong's foul mouth, he could use the final result to slap his face.
"Hey, I still don't believe that guy can really compete with Ling Kaifeng. Just get ready with the Ningpo Dan Formula and my Soul-Tracking Needle; send them over later!" Song Daohong scoffed.
"You should prepare twenty Elemental Stone Veins in advance and wait for my Zhao Family people to take over!" Zhao Yuanlong retorted without backing down.
At this moment, the competition in the arena was about to begin. However, Xing Chen felt quite frustrated about this outcome.
He originally thought he wouldn't have to face Ling Kaifeng too early, but unexpectedly, six out of the top ten collectively admitted defeat. As a result, he ended up being last, while Ling Kaifeng, as the first place, naturally became his opponent.
"Kid, you'll regret this; enjoy your last moments!" Ling Kaifeng's eyes glinted coldly, no longer holding the gentle smile from before.
"Whether you die or I die will only be known after we fight; let's get started!" Xing Chen looked at Ling Kaifeng without a hint of fear or panic. Although he didn't want to face Ling Kaifeng in this round, now that it had come to this, he wouldn't back down.
"Prepare to die!" Ling Kaifeng shouted explosively. His figure slightly swayed as countless afterimages surrounded him, rushing towards Xing Chen in an instant.
"Stellar Finger!"
With a loud shout from Ling Kaifeng, countless afterimages surged up in an instant, then extended their fingers towards Xing Chen, pointing down.
These countless fingers descended, truly resembling the chaos of the void, as if the stars were falling, with thousands of celestial bodies crashing down towards Xing Chen.
“Senior Brother is indeed impressive; he can actually integrate the Star Finger technique into the Stellar Phantom movement. The combination greatly amplifies its power.”
“Exactly, and with Senior Brother's strength, even Yang Po San Chong would probably not dare to confront it head-on. That kid is doomed.”
“If he dares to disrespect Senior Brother, he deserves to die. To perish under such a powerful attack from Senior Brother is something to be proud of.”
The many disciples of Nebula Gate below watched Ling Kaifeng unleash his formidable attack and immediately began to discuss among themselves.
In the arena, Xing Chen's gaze shifted slightly. He did not dodge or evade; instead, he stepped forward with a sudden surge of momentum. Then he pointed five fingers into the air in quick succession.
“Shattering Star Finger: First finger shatters the stars, second finger breaks the ground, third finger extinguishes the sky, fourth finger dominates the Cosmos, fifth finger brings forth the fall of gods and demons!”
As Xing Chen unleashed his five fingers in succession, each one carried the power to shatter the earth. At that moment, the falling stars in the sky completely descended and collided fiercely with Xing Chen's five pointed fingers.
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