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The long sword sliced through the giant hammer, leaving a gash on Tang Yuan's chest.
"Well done, Xie Changlao is indeed impressive!"
"I don't think that guy can escape three strikes; let's see how he dies."
Xie Tingfeng injured Tang Yuan with one strike, earning applause from the crowd.
The battle was not over; Tang Yuan let out a loud roar, and the blood on his chest suddenly solidified, the wound healing at a visible speed.
"The Blood-Cleansing Heart Method truly lives up to its name." Xie Tingfeng swung his sword again, "I want to see whether your recovery is faster or my sword."
Stopping Wind Thirteen Swords, the second strike was thrust out.
Tang Yuan had healed his wound while simultaneously swallowing a drop of emerald liquid. His strong body expanded once more, and the spiritual energy surged within him, making the originally barrel-sized giant hammer look like a mere mallet in front of his mutated form.
"Earth Immortal Essence! He has consumed Earth Immortal Essence!"
"Hmph, a desperate move. Taking Earth Immortal Essence shows he knows his abilities are lacking. Just wait; he will soon be defeated."
Tang Yuan's spiritual energy surged dramatically, making the scene much more thrilling. The massive hammer chased Xie Tingfeng around the arena; if he brushed against it even slightly, Xie Tingfeng would be completely "stopped."
As the saying goes, sheer strength can overcome skill. Although Xie Tingfeng's swordsmanship was divine, he could not withstand Tang Yuan's overwhelming force and relied on speed to engage in a war of attrition.
It was clear to everyone that if this continued, Tang Yuan would eventually lose. Despite currently taking the initiative, none of Consort Zhu Lin's people could smile; on the contrary, those from Purple Cloud Sect mocked them with confidence as if victory was already assured.
Suddenly, there were three loud booms.
The two fighters abruptly separated. A line was drawn across Tang Yuan's right arm by Sky, which then fell heavily to the ground. The giant hammer also crashed down hard, embedding itself in the earth and leaving only its handle exposed.
Tang Yuan not only lost an arm, but his abdomen was also cut open. If it weren't for his thick flesh, his intestines might have fallen out. Tang Yuan looked at the flying Xie Tingfeng and grinned, but then his legs went weak, and he collapsed.
Tang Yuan was the third lord of the Tang Family Fortress, which made him somewhat wealthy. He was also willing to spend money; for this battle, he prepared a drop of Earth Immortal Essence and three Superior Talismans.
He used one drop of Earth Immortal Essence on himself and gave all three Superior Talismans to Xie Tingfeng. With Tang Yuan's superior strength, he used three Zhang Bao talismans to block three directions, leaving no escape for Xie Tingfeng. In the final moment, Xie Tingfeng unleashed all his power in a single strike, severely injuring Tang Yuan. He could have dodged two of the Zhang Bao talismans, but because of that attack, all three struck him.
Xie Tingfeng was sent flying and lost consciousness as he fell through the sky; whether he lived or died depended on fate.
Both sides were severely injured.
They hurriedly retrieved their experts to provide urgent medical assistance, and the battlefield fell into silence for a moment.
Xu Feng blended into the crowd; no one would pay attention to a Golden Core Stage cultivator like him. They treated him as a logistics worker, running errands and delivering messages.
The Late Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators who appeared were all equipped with Superior Magical Artifacts, their strength equal to or greater than Guo Ruomin's. The Purple Cloud Sect had the advantage in numbers, and Consort Zhu Lin had yet to demonstrate any superior strength; it seemed they would suffer significant losses.
The Purple Cloud Sect's purpose this time was to use the Competition as a pretext to eliminate Consort Zhu Lin's experts. Once these key figures were dealt with, Li Hongxiu would return as nothing more than a figurehead, unable to show her face in Explorer Town.
Next up was still the Purple Cloud Sect, which sent out a trio known as the Purple Cloud Three Ghosts. The leader was called Big Ghost, the second was Er Gui, and the third… Liu Bai.
The three ghosts truly looked like ghosts themselves; their faces were pale with a hint of green, and even their eyes were green. Such people would scare ordinary folks half to death without even fighting. Their record included scaring eight mortals to death during an outing and driving two Refining Qi cultivators insane.
All three were Mid Stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Whenever they attacked, regardless of how many enemies there were, they always fought together in a combined formation that was endlessly variable and supported by their mastery of poison techniques. Ordinary Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivators were no match for them.
Consort Zhu Lin had no one to challenge them and could only seek help from her allies. In the end, five emerged: Chen Buwen and his four fellow disciples. Among them were two Late Stage Nascent Soul cultivators, one Mid Stage, and two Early Stage cultivators; Chen Buwen was one of the Early Stage ones.
Consort Zhu Lin had managed to gain an advantage in numbers with five against three.
The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect shouted loudly, accusing Consort Zhu Lin of bullying them with numbers. A few wanted to jump in to assist but were stopped by Qiao Li. He wanted Consort Zhu Lin to retreat in defeat rather than gain this small advantage; three against five might be unwise, but if they won, it would undoubtedly be a significant blow to Consort Zhu Lin.
Purple Cloud Three Ghosts had a pale face with a hint of green, showing no significant changes.
Chen Buwen, however, was sweating nervously. He was the weakest among them, and although two senior brothers in the Late Stage of Nascent Soul were at the front, he still felt uncertain. The five of them did not often work together and lacked a unified strategy; they were just somewhat familiar with each other.
The eldest senior brother of Chen Buwen briefly explained the combat strategy, which was essentially for the two Late Stage of Nascent Soul practitioners and one Mid Stage practitioner to hold the front line while the two Early Stage practitioners stayed on the periphery to launch surprise attacks with their magical treasures.
As soon as both sides met, they skipped any greetings and directly engaged in battle.
The fight came quickly and ended just as fast. Purple Cloud Three Ghosts was severely injured under the attacks of the two Late Stage of Nascent Soul practitioners and retreated early, ringing the retreat bell and escaping back to Purple Cloud Sect.
Consort Zhu Lin's group also suffered greatly; they retreated with their bodies covered in a sickly green hue, even their hair turned green. The two Late Stage of Nascent Soul practitioners had green in their eyes as well.
Consort Zhu Lin's Alchemist administered an Antidote to the five of them and whispered a few words into Fang Youxin's ear, causing Fang Youxin to furrow his brows.
The five members of Chen Buwen were not in danger of losing their lives, but they certainly could not continue fighting today. Their future cultivation would also be affected, and Consort Zhu Lin would have to spend a significant amount of spirit stones to detoxify them and handle related matters.
In battles, sometimes what is fought over are spirit stones.
One battle after another unfolded. Qiao Li's expression softened as everything progressed in the expected direction. It appeared that both sides had their victories, but in terms of long-term development for the sect, Purple Cloud Sect had the advantage. They had more people and could exhaust Consort Zhu Lin, eventually having the sect leader step in to drive Li Hongxiu out of Tuoyun Town.
Fang Youxin's face grew increasingly grim. Consort Zhu Lin had limited resources; if this continued, they would be finished. Was he really going to retreat like a turtle and wait for his master to return? That would make him seem utterly useless as the eldest senior brother.
Blades clashed fiercely as combatants rose and fell.
After some time, only five Late Stage of Nascent Soul practitioners remained from Consort Zhu Lin's side along with some external support. In the previous ten contests, Purple Cloud Sect had won six times. Even in the matches that Consort Zhu Lin won, her fighters were left without any strength to continue fighting.
The imagined scenario where one person could defeat seven or eight opponents did not occur; instead, all battles were evenly matched with narrow victories.
It was not easy for a sect to cultivate a Yuan Ying Cultivator, especially one at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, which required a significant investment of time and spirit stones from the sect. In this short period, they had depleted hundreds of years' worth of savings from Consort Zhu Lin.
Qiao Li gently raised his hand to stop the next round of competition and said loudly, "Fang Youxin, if you truly have a heart, take your people and leave Tuoyun Town. I need to go back and report. We are all cultivators; don't make it difficult for me." He also wanted to exert pressure to minimize casualties, as the Purple Cloud Sect needed to preserve its strength.
"I'm right here; why don't you just kill me?" Fang Youxin replied. "I want to tell you that the Purple Cloud Sect is not safe either. Do you think no one has their eyes on your Purple Cloud Mountain?"
"Then let's continue."
Qiao Li exchanged a few words with Yang Wei, who immediately adjusted the tactics as instructed.
The Purple Cloud Sect sent out more people again, this time from the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul. Consort Zhu Lin's Late Stage of Nascent Soul members were dwindling; if they continued fighting, Li Hongxiu would return unable to hide her anger and would definitely take it out on the people of the Purple Cloud Sect.
The level of combat had shifted from late stage to mid stage, but the nature remained the same: targeting your living forces.
Fang Youxin could naturally see this, but he was in a difficult position and could only follow along. After all, Consort Zhu Lin's strength surpassed his own; if he didn't comply, he would only suffer losses.
The power of those in the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul was significantly weaker than that of those in the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. However, the gap between mid stage and early stage was not as pronounced. Many powerful Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators could challenge those in the Mid Stage of Nascent Soul with equivalent equipment.
There were several times more individuals at this level compared to those in the Late Stage of Nascent Soul, and the lines between Mid Stage of Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul Early Stage began to blur. As long as one dared to step up, it didn't matter whether they were mid or early stage.
In such battles, instances began to emerge where individuals achieved consecutive victories. First, an expert appeared among Consort Zhu Lin's reinforcements, winning five matches in a row with a Superior Magical Artifact and killing three people, greatly boosting Consort Zhu Lin's morale. However, this good fortune was short-lived as a Purple Cloud Sect expert emerged, defeating Consort Zhu Lin's champion and killing seven people.
This Purple Cloud Sect expert eventually withdrew due to exhaustion and injuries, causing the situation to tilt back toward Consort Zhu Lin's side.
After several rounds of back-and-forth, both factions had lost over twenty members each, with injuries exceeding forty.
"Consort Zhu Lin's fake ladies, come on! Let's have a match with me; let me see if you have any guts!" a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator from the Purple Cloud Sect laughed lewdly after winning two consecutive matches.
Xu Feng squeezed his way to Fang Youxin's side and said, "Senior, let me take my turn." It was very likely that Consort Zhu Lin would become a place for Cai Shujun's future cultivation; Xu Feng couldn't just stand by and watch Consort Zhu Lin meet her demise like this.
Fang Youxin looked at Xu Feng in surprise and said, "Thank you for your kindness. Your presence will surely be appreciated by Consort Zhu Lin, but this is not a battle you can participate in." Meanwhile, Lin Yuxuan and Liang Wenyin watched Xu Feng with great interest.
The young man at the Late Stage of Golden Core showed quite a bit of courage, but while bravery is commendable, his actions were foolish.
This outcome was naturally within Xu Feng's expectations. I have expressed what needed to be said, so don't blame me. Xu Feng returned to his position, which was a forgotten corner.
Someone stepped up to challenge. After a flurry of exchanges, that person injured a master from the Purple Cloud Sect but ended up knocked unconscious himself. Naturally, he could not escape death; with one stomp, his head was crushed.
Next, another challenger appeared. The victorious master from the Purple Cloud Sect retreated to recover from his injuries, and a thin man stepped up. Although he was not impressive in stature, his strength was formidable as he defeated two opponents in succession.
"Fake girls..." the thin man mocked using the same term with a strange laugh.
For a moment, no one dared to step forward.
"Senior, let me take my turn," Fang Youxin said as he turned around and heard the young man at the Late Stage of Golden Core asking for a challenge again.
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