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"You really talk too much."
Jueqingzi felt a surge of anger. He had initially wanted to play it cool, but was unexpectedly mocked by Xu Feng, leaving him embarrassed and realizing he had underestimated the situation. Instead of showcasing his strength, he had engaged in a war of words.
Thinking this, Jueqingzi snorted coldly and decisively struck out, "Sharp-tongued and seeking death!"
Jueqingzi, positioned in the Sky, slammed down with one palm. This strike drew upon the surrounding Spiritual Energy, forming a floating white palm about four to five meters wide, striking down with the force of a mountain, ready to squash Xu Feng as easily as swatting a mosquito.
Xu Feng stood up and coldly watched as Jueqingzi's palm came crashing down. A century ago, Silverbeard had similarly struck lightly, sending Ye Qiongyao and Shen Qian flying and killing Xu Ruchu.
"Great Strength King Fist!"
Xu Feng swung his fist to meet the attack. With the peak power of the fifth level of Great Strength King Fist, a ten-meter-wide earthy yellow fist imprint surged forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, roaring as it collided with Jueqingzi's palm.
Bang!
Jueqingzi was knocked back a full yard, while the fist imprint and palm imprint shattered upon impact.
Xu Feng wasn't faring much better; his legs sank to his knees in the rock, and his arm felt slightly numb.
A punch and a palm met evenly.
The crowd gasped in astonishment, praising Xu Feng's bravery for being able to withstand Jueqingzi's strike without being defeated, thus avoiding an anticlimactic resolution.
Many had anticipated that Xu Feng could take Jueqingzi's palm. However, the most speechless among them was Su Meng, the leader of the Purple Cloud Sect. He knew that this Great Strength King Fist was Yang She's signature technique and was surprised to see such power unleashed by Xu Feng.
Su Meng practiced the Golden Attribute Cultivation Method while Great Strength King Fist belonged to the Earth Element; it was not suitable for him to cultivate, leaving him only to admire the power of the fist from afar.
Xu Mo turned to glance at Xu Duo Chou, who sighed lightly and said, "If Xu Feng were to use that punch against me, I would undoubtedly be defeated."
Strength King Fan Gang remained expressionless, as if everything was within his expectations.
Jueqingzi attempted to strike Xu Feng down with a palm but was instead sent flying back a distance of ten feet. His face lost its color; while surprised, he also felt a sense of caution—Xu Feng indeed had some skill.
Xu Feng leaped up to confront Jueqingzi and said, "Jueqingzi, I originally intended to take Silverbeard's life. Since he is already dead, I won't make things difficult for you. If you admit defeat now, we can stop here and avoid further harm."
Jueqingzi replied, "You want me to admit defeat, but I want you to accept your fate. Your life ends here; it won't matter if you concede."
The light of the sword flashed as Jueqingzi thrust his Supreme Treasure Sword forward. This time, he was quite decisive.
Xu Feng drew his Fire Elemental Battle Blade and charged forward to engage in a Great War with Jueqingzi.
The two weapons clashed, sending sparks flying.
"Indeed, he practices both Fire and Earth," Jueqingzi thought, having learned a bit about Xu Feng. Seeing him use the Great Strength King Fist and the Fire Elemental Battle Blade, he immediately understood that Xu Feng truly practiced both Fire and Earth.
Jueqingzi cultivated Jinxi; fire overcomes metal, putting Xu Feng at an advantage.
In the blink of an eye, the two fought hundreds of exchanges, each taking turns attacking and defending. The area of their battle expanded as well, turning Jumping Fish Island into a scene of devastation with sword energy cutting through everything, leaving rocks and trees scattered everywhere.
A Walker with long legs whispered, "Power King, the knife technique Xu Feng is using resembles the Dragon's Fury from Pingdao Sect. How is Xu Feng related to Pingdao Sect?"
Fan Gang glanced over at Shen Nan and noticed that Shen Lan seemed unconcerned and even looked pleased.
Fan Gang said, "That's just the basic knife technique from Pingdao Sect. To use it so skillfully is quite impressive." Little did he know that Xu Feng had entered the path through his knife techniques and had initially practiced Pingdao Sect's methods. After numerous modifications, his current style retained the essence of Pingdao Sect but had long since evolved into something different.
The leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xiao Bie Li, and the Seven Young Masters, including Xiao Fei, arrived this time. They also brought Guo Ruomin, who had narrowly escaped death under Xu Feng's hands. Years ago, Xiao Fei was severely injured by Xu Feng, but after recovering, his strength not only returned but improved, now reaching the Mid Stage of Spirit Separation. Remembering their past friendship, Xiao Fei invited Guo Ruomin to join him.
As he witnessed Xu Feng's overwhelming attack, Xiao Bie Li was astonished. Among the over a thousand members of the Xiaoyao Sect, no one could match Xu Feng in a single confrontation. He hoped that Xiao Fei could gain insights from this battle and eventually achieve Great Achievement to elevate the Xiaoyao Sect.
Guo Ruomin had nearly been killed by Xu Feng several times, but this time he managed to calm himself and carefully observed Xu Feng's techniques, taking it more seriously than anyone else.
In the sky, Xu Feng's offensive became increasingly fierce, completely unlike a Divine Separation Late Stage cultivator. The crowd began to murmur again.
"Xiao Ming, has Xu Feng taken some kind of medicine? After over two hundred exchanges, he’s still alive. I bet he would die within ten moves; now it’s all over."
"Baoliang, how could it be just ten moves? You could figure that out with your knees! I bet on a hundred moves; right now..."
"Is there really a chance for Xu Feng to end in a draw?"
"That's impossible. Xu Feng can only last a few more dozen strikes before he goes down... Go ask if we can still bet on a draw; help me place a wager."
Xu Feng's performance began to unsettle everyone who had bet against him. If this continued, they might indeed face an unexpected loss and lose everything.
Nong Ban quietly asked Nong Quan beside him, "Are you sure now?"
Nong Quan replied, "Absolutely sure."
Nong Ban nodded with a smile.
Strength King Fan Gang, relying on his exceptional strength, overheard Nong Ban's words but did not understand their meaning—what was certain?
At that moment, the situation began to change, bringing both joy and concern to the spectators.
After more than two hundred exchanges, driven by the Five Elements Cycle, Xu Feng's strength not only did not diminish but instead grew stronger with each battle. In contrast, Jueqingzi began to defend more and attack less, gradually falling into a disadvantage.
It was unbelievable that Xu Feng, at the Divine Separation Late Stage, had gained the upper hand in this situation! Such an impossible event had actually occurred!
Both of them were using Supreme Treasures. After a fierce struggle, Xu Feng managed to gain a slight advantage through his enduring spirit. This shift was clearly seen by the Great Perfection Stage cultivators, while those at the Divine Separation Stage were still somewhat puzzled, mostly believing it was due to Jueqingzi's momentary lapse.
Jueqingzi was no longer calm; after receiving a Great Strength King Fist from Xu Feng, he shifted from arrogance to caution. The subsequent close-quarters knife fight made him go from cautious to grave.
Jueqingzi launched a full counterattack but ultimately found himself unable to regain the upper hand. Xu Feng's momentum was unstoppable, and he completely took the initiative, his blade strikes landing heavier than ever as Jueqingzi retreated repeatedly.
In the skies above Jumping Fish Island, Jueqingzi went from weak to retreating, then from retreating to fleeing. From a distance, it looked as if Xu Feng was chasing down Jueqingzi, who was circling around Jumping Fish Island while Xu Feng pressed closely behind.
"This must be an illusion; there are many Cultivation Methods that can create illusions. I must have fallen victim to some illusion; otherwise, I wouldn't see such a phenomenon."
"That bastard Jueqingzi, why is he still playing around with Xu Feng? Get serious!"
However, Xu Feng's words forced them to accept this harsh reality: "Jueqingzi, I’ll say it again—if you admit defeat now, I will let you go."
At this moment, such words were hardly about letting someone off lightly; they were clearly meant to humiliate him into despair.
If Jueqingzi had fought back at this time and turned the tide of battle, everything would revert to how it was earlier—Jueqingzi playing with Xu Feng. However, disappointingly, Jueqingzi did not counterattack.
If he had been compelled to retaliate, it would have been through his words. Jueqingzi shouted sharply: "You will learn what death is and how living can be worse than death." His fierce words sounded impressive but were rendered powerless in the face of his defensive position.
The observing cultivators were not fools; Jueqingzi's retreat had already proven everything. The atmosphere began to stir with noise and boos.
They still believed that Jueqingzi would make a desperate counterattack and ultimately defeat Xu Feng. In their eyes, Xu Feng was merely relying on brute force to temporarily gain the upper hand while Jueqingzi was employing tactics—avoiding direct confrontation and striking at weaknesses—waiting for Xu Feng's energy to deplete before delivering a decisive blow.
However, this expectation became increasingly bleak, and various signs indicated that Jueqingzi's momentum had waned; defeat was merely a matter of time.
"Jueqingzi, kill him!" Several gamblers who had placed heavy bets couldn't help but shout, hoping to encourage Jueqingzi, and soon the crowd echoed their calls.
"Jueqingzi!"
"Jueqingzi!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
No one cheered for Xu Feng; those who backed Xu Feng were mostly the leaders of various sects and naturally would not participate in such fanfare.
Amidst the tidal wave of voices, Jueqingzi seemed to gain some strength. He paused and launched a full counterattack with several sword strikes, pushing Xu Feng back a few steps, which immediately drew cheers from the crowd.
The strongest aspect of Wuwei Academy was the Wuwei Heart Sutra. They did not place much emphasis on Combat Techniques, having only a few basic Cultivation Methods that were not much stronger than the sword techniques of the Pingdao Sect. The academy advocated overpowering others with sheer strength; as long as one's realm increased, other tricks would be ineffective.
Now that spiritual power was not an advantage, the flaws in their Combat Techniques were glaringly exposed.
"Swish!" A sword slashed through the air, hair flying everywhere.
The entire arena fell silent in an instant. The once formidable Jueqingzi had his hairpin sliced off by Xu Feng's sword, and large clumps of hair were severed and fell into the cold sea.
After this strike, Xu Feng also retreated ten steps and ceased his attack.
With his hair disheveled, Jueqingzi no longer resembled a Great Achievement Stage Cultivator. His left hand extended horizontally, with several strands of broken hair resting on his fingers; at first glance, he looked like a beggar reaching out for alms.
Everyone was stunned by the scene, even the few Great Perfection Stage experts who had always believed in Xu Feng were taken aback. They expected Xu Feng to win, but they did not anticipate that he would give Jueqingzi a "shave."
Fan Gang also looked at Xu Feng in surprise but did not speak. The expression on Heibai Zi's face was just like his name; it changed from black to white, unsure if he should be grateful that the academy did not send him to replace Silverbeard in battle.
After a moment of shock, Jueqingzi finally realized that this was no accident; his hair had truly been cut off, and it was only a hair's breadth away from losing his head.
"You, you forced me! You... must die!"
Jueqingzi's disheveled hair stood on end as he let out a ghastly scream. His originally clear eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and as he grinned, his sharp white teeth were exposed.
Jueqingzi's figure spun rapidly, creating seven or eight illusions in the sky, making it difficult to discern which was real.
Amidst the swirling illusions, a cloud of yellow powder burst forth, dispersing into a mist of Yellow Sand that enveloped Xu Feng.
Fire Sand!
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