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The eighth sword of Hua Du was unleashed, and the originally fluid strike of Huang Chang suddenly lost its brilliance, as if the wings of a celestial being had been severed, plummeting straight into the dark depths of the underworld.
In the moment when their swords crossed, all light vanished, and the aura of death dissipated. Huang Chang felt a sharp pain in her foot and fell to the ground. Hua Du stood with her sword drawn, merely a meter away from Huang Chang.
This was an extremely humiliating position for Huang Chang. She glared fiercely at Hua Du, wanting to rise, but her left leg had gone completely numb, rendering her unable to stand.
The referee looked at Huang Chang expectantly, waiting for her to concede. If she did not surrender, Hua Du could directly kill her; such occurrences were not unheard of, as some hot-headed cultivators would rather die than admit defeat.
"New Moon Sect concedes," spoke a Golden Core Cultivator from the audience. To protect their disciple, the representative of the sect outside the arena could voluntarily concede.
"Wuhua Island's Hua Du wins," announced the referee eagerly, relieved that someone had stepped forward to declare the outcome.
Chu Wushang self-deprecatingly remarked, "Huang Chang is just being willful. Winning or losing is common in battle; there's no need to take it too hard."
Hua Guinian nodded in agreement. "Indeed, it's a common occurrence." With this statement, Chu Wushang felt a slight sting again. Noticing the change in his expression, Hua Guinian quickly added, "Chen Mingyuan from our island is no match for Cai Shujun; I'm sure Chu Zhangmen is aware of this."
Chu Wushang replied, "That remains to be seen; let’s wait and see." The two old foxes exchanged veiled remarks while harboring their own thoughts. The other five leaders present became mere spectators.
Impulsive Sister Huang Chang was helped off the stage, still simmering with anger. Meanwhile, Hua Du made a graceful exit amidst cheers from the crowd.
Thus concluded the first match of the afternoon. Hua Du defeated her opponent in less than ten minutes, showcasing an impressive performance. Huang Chang had used her newly comprehended sixth sword technique, while Hua Du revealed the eighth sword of Falling Petals Nine Swords—moves that had never been seen before in their competition.
The clash between Yi Seven Swords and Falling Petals Nine Swords was also a major highlight of this tournament.
"New Moon Sect's Cai Shujun versus Wuhua Island's Chen Ming," announced a new referee as he stepped onto the stage.
On stage, Cai Shujun and Chen Ming stood on either side, politely introducing themselves. The referee walked between them and waved his hand downward: "Begin!"
Chen Ming was not the type to actively surrender just to earn a smile from a lady; he was somewhat similar to Huang Chang, who persistently proved his strength to Cao Wushang, demonstrating that he had potential that rivaled Cai Shujun.
Chen Ming, too, faced pressure from Hua Du on Wuhua Island. Given that Hua Du was directly related to the future position of Island Master, it was highly likely that it would fall into his hands. Even if Chen Ming's strength surpassed Hua Du's, he could only take the path of an elder.
"One sword, one sword..." Suddenly, a synchronized chant erupted from the audience. Several disciples of New Moon Sect shouted at the top of their lungs, seemingly hoping for Cai Shujun to defeat Chen Ming with a single sword strike and reclaim their honor after Huang Chang's defeat.
Some gamblers who had just barely won against Cai Shuqin joined in the ruckus, chanting "One sword, one sword, one sword..." Initially following along, they soon grew restless and pulled out their spirit weapons to strike against each other, creating a simple rhythm: "One sword, bang bang, one sword, bang bang..."
Chen Ming's face turned ashen as he turned to look at the group of disciples from Wuhua Island. It was only then that they seemed to awaken from their stupor and began shouting as well, "Winning streak, winning streak..." "Winning streak, bang bang, winning streak, bang bang..."
What started as a duel had suddenly transformed into a concert.
Hua Guinian looked helpless; just as he wanted to speak with Cao Wushang, he turned around to see her rhythmically tapping her fingers on the table: "One sword, bang bang, one sword, bang bang." Hua Guinian felt dizzy and nearly fell over.
On the stage, neither participant dared to strike easily. After several rounds of competition, both sides had displayed considerable strength. Compared to Cai Shujun, who concealed her abilities more deeply, everyone knew she was the Uncrowned King of New Moon Sect. Huang Chang had already unleashed his sixth sword; there was no reason for Cai Shujun not to use her Seventh Sword.
The sixth sword was already astonishing enough to force Hua Du to use the Eighth Sword of Falling Blossoms in order to win. If Cai Shujun unleashed her Seventh Sword, who could withstand its brilliance?
The audience did not have to wait long; Cai Shujun made the first move. Her long skirt billowed like a celestial being in flight, and the wings created by her long sword resembled a beautiful messenger stepping out from within the hall.
"Ascend to the Mortal Realm!" The sixth sword—this was the same sixth sword that Huang Chang had just used.
Cai Shujun's strike lacked the dazzling brilliance of Huang Chang's; instead, it exuded tranquility and purity. With this single stroke, it seemed as if she aimed to extinguish all surrounding noise and return everything to its original state.
Chen Ming did not evade or dodge; a hint of lifelessness flickered in his eyes as he raised his sword and thrust it forward. A gray-white shadow of the sword swept across the air.
"Azure Sky and Yellow Springs" used the same move, the eighth sword of Falling Petals Nine Swords.
It seemed like history was repeating itself, only with different protagonists. The Cai Shujun version of Ascend to the Mortal Realm faced off against the Chen Ming version of Azure Sky and Yellow Springs.
The two swords crossed again, without a sound of collision; all the death energy dissipated, and all darkness faded away. Chen Ming was pushed back five steps, his face as pale as paper.
Chen Ming still stood; he had taken a hit from this sword, but he did not concede. Cai Shujun had not easily defeated him with a single strike.
"Come again!" Chen Ming took a deep breath, surveying the surroundings of Wuhua Island, where flowers bloomed in all seasons, yet autumn petals fell.
A slight movement in A-Ming's shoulders caused the surrounding air to tremble, and then his sword carved a floral path through this vibrating air. His sword transformed into countless flower buds of various shapes, racing along this path toward Cai Shujun.
"Burial of Flowers!" It was actually the final sword of Falling Petals Nine Swords, Burial of Flowers!
Chu Wushang's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected that in nearly ten years, Wuhua Island would produce such talent. Just one Hua Du was already astonishing, and now this Chen Ming had also mastered the final sword of Falling Petals Nine Swords.
Hua Guinian truly had exceptional luck; first, he had three remarkably talented children, and now he had a prodigy like Hua Du. Now even this Chen Ming was showing signs of surpassing his predecessors.
From a distance, Hua Du watched as Chen Ming unleashed his Ninth Sword. His expression shifted slightly, but soon returned to calm indifference.
Cai Shujun remained unperturbed. Just as Chen Ming's sword was about to reach him within a meter, he suddenly dodged to the left. Then, with a swift horizontal slash of his long sword, white wings flew out again, using "Ascend to the Mortal Realm" from a different angle.
The air filled with the intense sound of their swords clashing, ringing out continuously...
It was unclear how long the "ding" lasted; some were counting the number of "dings," reminiscent of school bells at dismissal time. Others were capturing the melody of the "dings," akin to Li Wen's "tick-tock."
The sound stopped, and so did the action. Cai Shujun's sword rested on Chen Ming's shoulder, while Chen Ming's sword fell to the ground. At this moment, Chen Ming had no choice but to admit defeat.
The crowd from the New Moon Sect erupted in cheers. Cai Shujun had used the same move, "Ascend to the Mortal Realm," to defeat Chen Ming's Falling Petals Ninth Sword, "Burial of Flowers."
Cai Shujun retracted her sword and lamented, "The Falling Petals Nine Swords are indeed profound, but your last strike lacked Great Achievement; otherwise..."
Chen Ming's face turned pale as he silently walked off the stage. What difference did it make whether the Ninth Sword succeeded or not? She had only used six strikes; there was no need for the Seventh Sword at all to defeat me.
Cai Shujun returned victorious, and cheers from the crowd rose and fell. Those who won money, those looking to take advantage of the situation, and those sincerely congratulating her all gathered together, shouting Cai Shujun's name.
In a nearby corner, however, two people were in a heated argument.
"Give it to me, Four Thousand Spirit Stones; I won."
"Are you crazy? When did you win?"
"I bet on her defeating an opponent with one strike. Now that Cai Shujun has won against Chen Ming with the same strike, I naturally win money."
"Win my foot! Can one strike be interpreted like that? Is it the same as a night-long bet? Get lost!"
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