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"There's something wrong with Murong Ming. Last time during the Duel with Ying Yitian, it was the same, and now it's no different. This Wan Xuan is not effective at all; he shouldn't lose this quickly. There’s an issue with the Demonic Energy," Ren Pingsheng muttered, frowning.
Since he himself practiced Demonic Energy, his sensitivity was heightened. He felt that just moments ago, in the midst of the demonic energy, Murong Ming seemed like a completely different person. His attacks were incredibly ferocious, nothing like his current silent demeanor.
"Forget it, these geniuses all have their quirks. Just be cautious when encountering them," he finally decided to let it go after having no leads.
In the final Match, everyone turned their attention to Zhuge Changtian, while Ren Pingsheng looked at Situ Kong. At this point, he was the only one left on the field. It was clear that the last match would be a Battle between him and Zhuge Changtian.
"Be careful; this person should be the hardest to deal with," Ren Pingsheng said with concern. Perhaps none of the nine wanted to face Zhuge Changtian in a Duel. After all, his strength and attack power were likely the strongest among them. They had no confidence in blocking his ferocious attacks.
"Haha, don't worry. Regardless of winning or losing, I will fight with all my might!" While others might be worried, Situ Kong was not; battling strong opponents was what he enjoyed most.
The two stood facing each other in the Arena. They stared at one another, neither yielding in momentum. The spectators below watched quietly, eager to see what the outcome would be.
The audience had long since erupted in excitement, shouting Zhuge Changtian's name. He was indeed the most popular contender and was expected to take first place among the Monsters.
"Let’s fight!" Situ Kong declared as he brandished his Long Sword, laughing heartily.
"Very well, then I won’t hold back," Zhuge Changtian replied with a light laugh as he waved his feather fan. Countless rays of sunlight gathered behind him, forming swords that pointed directly at Situ Kong, ready to strike.
"Haha... good! Let me see whose attack power is truly formidable. One slash to cut through the Void!" he shouted as he brought down his sword, its light reaching a terrifying twenty-odd feet. Wherever it passed, the Golden Principle sliced through the Void, leaving marks on the Arena that were even more powerful than the strongest sword strike from before by Xuan Wudao.
"Blazing Sun Like a Prison!" Zhuge Changtian did not hold back either; countless sharp swords behind him fell like small suns, radiating terrifying heat and overwhelming might like rain.
"Boom..." The sword light surged like a long wind breaking through waves, instantly slicing through nearly half of the sharp swords. The terrifying momentum and sharpness were unstoppable, completely suppressing Zhuge Changtian's martial skills.
"Wow... both of them are focused on offense, but I wonder who is stronger," Tang Sheng said with interest.
"I didn't expect Situ Kong's strength to be this impressive. If I were to face him, it would be hard to predict the outcome," Ren Pingsheng remarked with some surprise. Although he had previously speculated, he had not shown his full strength in battle until now.
"Boom..." The sound of countless explosions echoed continuously. In the end, the blade light and numerous sharp swords actually disappeared simultaneously, with both fighters evenly matched.
"Interesting, your strength is indeed formidable. Let's see if you can withstand my next move!" Zhuge Changtian said unexpectedly, waving his feather fan again. Countless rays of sunlight gathered together, forming a beam of light.
"Solar Break!" This beam of light was about ten zhang thick, and with a light shout from him, it shot forward like a laser. Its power was even more terrifying, three times stronger than the previous technique.
"Impressive! I'll give it my all!" Situ Kong's expression changed dramatically; he hadn't anticipated such a fierce attack from his opponent. The previous strike had already been his peak effort. However, he couldn't hesitate at this moment; gripping his sword with both hands, he slashed down repeatedly, unleashing an endless stream of blade light.
"Boom..." This time the sound was even more intense. Situ Kong managed to block Zhuge Changtian's Solar Break after executing three consecutive slashes. However, the sudden burst of energy took a toll on him, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath.
Although Zhuge Changtian's face was somewhat pale as well, he fared much better. The technique he used had immense power and naturally consumed a lot of energy, but since he understood the Sun's Essence, he could slightly draw upon the power of sunlight, making it easier for him.
"Forget it, I concede; you win," Situ Kong finally said as he sheathed his Long Sword. After failing to win with his strongest strike, he realized he had no chance left against Zhuge Changtian's terrifying attack. He could block it once but wasn't confident about blocking it a second time.
"Being able to take up arms and put them down makes you a worthy opponent," Zhuge Changtian replied lightly with a smile. With this final match won, he became the last person to enter the top five.
Thus, the top five were confirmed: Zhuge Changtian, Murong Ming, Yin Wuying, Ren Pingsheng, and Tang Sheng. They would compete for the final first place while the others would only vie for positions six through ten.
The next day saw the competition for sixth to tenth place unfold. Situ Kong strongly secured sixth place, Xiao Zhantian took seventh place, Xuanji Zi claimed eighth place, Wan Xuan came in ninth place, and Xuan Wudao finished in tenth place.
Finally, Ren Pingsheng and his four companions drew lots. Ren Pingsheng faced Murong Ming while Tang Sheng faced Yin Wuying. Zhuge Changtian drew a bye. Regardless of luck, this was probably for the best since his strength was undisputedly the strongest.
"Murong Ming, I didn't expect to run into him. This duel is likely not going to be simple!" Ren Pingsheng muttered to himself in the room. The events from the day before resurfaced in his mind; why did Murong Ming, enveloped in Demonic Energy, feel so strange?
A night passed, and it was now the third day of the finals. There were still three days until the opening of the Ascension Pool. This marked the final stage of the Rising Dragon Conference, where the first place would be determined, which meant entry into the Ascension Pool.
On the Arena, Ren Pingsheng looked at Murong Ming, who was clad in a black robe, without saying a word. This first match was between him and Murong Ming; whoever won would secure a spot in the top three.
"It's rare to see a genius like you practicing the Demonic Cultivation Method," Ren Pingsheng said lightly, trying to gauge his opponent's reaction. Murong Ming remained silent, showing no response to Ren Pingsheng's words.
Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng decided to refrain from further conversation. He focused his mind and began preparing for the upcoming battle. One of them would inevitably be stopped here.
"Be careful. Wind Thunder Flash, slash!" Ren Pingsheng whispered as the Windscar Sword was drawn in an instant. The Sword Qi infused with Wind and Thunder Realm flashed toward Murong Ming.
Murong Ming's somewhat obscured face showed a glint in his eyes. He extended his right hand and surprisingly caught that Sword Qi with a grasp of his fingers.
A rumbling sound erupted from his right hand as sparks flew everywhere, causing many spectators to narrow their eyes in disbelief. It was astonishing that he could block such a powerful Sword Qi with just his hand; it required an incredibly terrifying level of body refinement.
"Impressive!" Ren Pingsheng squinted his eyes and said in surprise. Previously, he had only seen Murong Ming's hands, which seemed to possess countless mysteries capable of blocking numerous attacks. But now, facing him directly, he realized just how formidable he truly was.
"Break!" Murong Ming exclaimed lightly as the Sword Qi in his hand dissipated. Then he swung his hand back, and a massive palm print descended from above. Its might was astonishing, rivaling others who had integrated Four Parts of Profound Meaning.
"Strange, what Profound Meaning has Murong Ming comprehended? Why can't I sense anything?" he thought with a frown. Such an attack had considerable power, yet its nature remained elusive. He blocked Ren Pingsheng's Windscar Sword with a thrust; Wind Thunder Flash slashed out again, cutting through the descending giant palm.
"Demon's Descent!" Suddenly, he waved both hands repeatedly as countless Demonic Energy filled the entire Arena. This was also his signature martial skill; every time he used this move, he quickly defeated his opponents and claimed victory.
Ren Pingsheng immediately became cautious; he wanted to see what changes Murong Ming's strength would undergo amidst this Demonic Energy. These Demonic Energies conjured illusions of rebirth but had no effect on him at all.
"Kill!" Murong Ming suddenly charged forward, his right hand clawed and reaching out directly. Ren Pingsheng blocked with his sword, and surprisingly, there was a sound of metal clashing.
"Ding ding..." Murong Ming's hands transformed into countless phantoms, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was fake. Ren Pingsheng's Windscar Sword also danced faster, creating numerous sword shadows. The two moved continuously within the Demonic Energy, making it extremely difficult for others to catch sight of them.
"Bang... how is this possible!" Ren Pingsheng exclaimed in shock. Murong Ming's right hand unexpectedly passed through his Sword Qi and directly struck his chest, causing waves of Demonic Energy to surge and knocking him back several dozen feet. He felt a tightness in his chest and was even more astonished.
Just moments ago, he had clearly blocked Murong's attacks time and again; no matter how many phantoms he created, they could not escape his spiritual perception. His spiritual awareness was among the top-tier in the same realm.
However, just as he seized an opportunity to rotate the Windscar Sword and unleash his Sword Technique, it was easily pierced by Murong Ming's right hand, as if the Sword Technique had no effect on him at all.
Recalling the initial move, Wind Thunder Flash, which had also been effortlessly caught and dispelled by Murong Ming's right hand, Ren Pingsheng immediately realized that there must be some reason behind this.
"Wanhua Palm!" Murong Ming struck again. Although he had caught Ren Pingsheng off guard with a previous hit, Ren Pingsheng reacted quickly and retreated suddenly. He only sustained minor injuries that were not serious. This palm seemed to react with the Demonic Energy in the Arena, as countless pure Demonic Energy surged like a tide, seemingly wanting to engulf everything.
"Wind and Cloud One Sword, slash!" With seventy-five percent of the Cloud Realm gathered, he slashed down. The overwhelming momentum intertwined with the Demonic Energy in the Arena, causing numerous Wind Blades and giant palms to collide. However, the effect was minimal; when the Wind Blades struck the giant palm, they merely splashed some water before dissipating.
Meanwhile, countless waves of Demonic Energy began to surround Ren Pingsheng, continuously eroding into his body. The tidal waves of Demonic Energy crashed over him one after another; even the Light Barrier formed by the convergence of Wind, Cloud, and Thunder Artistic Conceptions was on the verge of collapse. As the giant palm approached, it began to disintegrate.
"Damn it, what is this thing? My Sword Technique and Artistic Conception can't resist it at all; it's like snow encountering the scorching sun—just melting away."
Ren Pingsheng looked horrified; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation. This was absolutely abnormal, yet he could not find the reason behind it. His Sword Technique and Artistic Conception had no effect whatsoever—how could he battle?
"Am I really going to lose?" This thought suddenly emerged in his mind.
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