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Fire Sand! Jueqingzi was actually forced to use hidden weapons by Xu Feng.
Fire Sand is similar to a powerful Treasure Talisman, recognized as a formidable hidden weapon in Zheguo. Once used, it guarantees victory over opponents of the same level. If Fire Sand were in Xu Feng's hands, it could similarly defeat Bai Jue Qing Zi.
The fact that Jueqingzi resorted to using Fire Sand clearly indicates that Xu Feng's strength has surpassed his own. Otherwise, with his higher cultivation level, he wouldn't need to rely on Fire Sand to win.
This is a duel, not a Competition. The one who survives until the end is the true winner. Although using Fire Sand tarnished Jueqingzi's reputation, it achieved the goal of winning.
Except for the Koukou Group’s Xie family, everyone else was worried for Xu Feng, even lamenting that Zheguo would lose another talented cultivator.
The four experts from Wuwei Academy all sneered in unison. They had long known that Jueqingzi possessed Fire Sand, and they were aware that he would use it to secure victory.
Fan Gang scoffed, "What a waste of a Fire Sand. Jueqingzi's strength has significantly declined." He didn't think Xu Feng was too strong; instead, he shifted the blame onto Jueqingzi.
Ye Qiongyao, who was nearing the Great Perfection Stage, had always considered herself the best below the level of Great Achievement. At this moment, she was also impressed by Xu Feng's strength and thought that if Xu Feng survived, she would definitely seek him out for a sparring session. She glanced at Cai Shujun, only to find her expression as calm as ever.
As it seemed impossible for Xu Feng to escape the attack of Fire Sand, suddenly a Water Screen appeared between them and the sand, as if a gap had opened in space, bringing forth a stream of clear water. This stream was about four to five meters wide and stood upright in the air, effectively shielding Xu Feng behind it.
All of the incoming Fire Sand struck the Water Screen. The screen resiliently bent and stretched, managing to block most of the Fire Sand. The remaining particles passed through the screen and continued flying toward Xu Feng.
Without dodging or evading, Xu Feng unleashed dozens of blade-like movements, knocking down each piece of stray Fire Sand.
"Uh..."
This sudden turn of events caught not only the audience off guard but even left Jueqingzi himself in disbelief. He knew well the power of Fire Sand. A cultivator at the Great Achievement Stage would typically have no choice but to flee. How did Xu Feng manage to withstand it? How did he acquire the Heavy Water Talisman, which is even more valuable than Fire Sand?
"It's my turn now!"
Taking advantage of Jueqingzi's moment of distraction, Xu Feng lunged forward, unleashing the Fire Elemental Battle Blade which emitted a brilliant light over ten meters long, striking down from above.
By the time Jueqingzi regained his senses, it was already too late. He hurriedly raised his sword to block, but Xu Feng's battle blade struck just above his eyebrows.
With a thunderous roar, Xu Feng delivered a powerful blow to Jueqingzi's Supreme Treasure Sword. The impact sent Jueqingzi soaring through the air, his spiritual energy scattering as he was knocked back like a kite with its string cut, flying towards the Jumping Fish Island below.
Then came another loud crash as Jueqingzi's body slammed into the rocks of Jumping Fish Island, creating a massive hole. Dust billowed from the crater, obscuring any view of whether Jueqingzi was alive or dead.
A chilling gasp arose from the crowd; all hope had been severed by Xu Feng's strike. All bets were rendered meaningless after that blow. At this point, anyone who still believed that Jueqingzi could turn the tide was either insane or foolish, or they would be silenced by enraged cultivators before they could even speak.
Xu Feng had sent Jueqingzi flying!
Jueqingzi had created an abyss on Jumping Fish Island, and he did not emerge for a long time.
After a while, the crowd erupted in chaos.
“No! Impossible! How could Xu Feng defeat Bai Jue Qing Zi!”
“It’s a conspiracy; this must be a plot! Wuwei Academy is a fraud, deliberately making Jueqingzi lose. They must have bribed Xu Feng to win!”
“Yes, I sensed something was off! Now I've lost everything; I will take revenge on Wuwei Academy!”
“I must get my hard-earned money back!”
A large number of cultivators who had participated in the betting left their seats and surrounded Wuwei Academy, furious and demanding retribution. As for whether Jueqingzi was alive or dead, no one cared anymore.
He had been buried in the ground; what good would concern do?
The disciples of Wuwei Academy split to the sides, forming a formation to prepare for battle. What started as a personal duel was about to escalate into a group fight due to Xu Feng's overwhelming power.
Strength King Fan Gang finally stood up, his fists slightly clenched, and a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.
The Demon Hunter shouted at the approaching cultivators, "Get lost!"
This voice seemed to carry infinite magical power, causing the rushing cultivators to halt involuntarily. Most of these gamblers were Divine Separation Practitioners, and the Demon Hunter's roar left them unable to resist.
"Outsider's Demonic Melody?" Xu Feng recognized the essence in the voice. The Demon Hunter was known as the nemesis of Demon Cultivators and had deep knowledge of their Cultivation Methods. It was not surprising that he could use the Outsider's Demonic Melody.
After all, demonic techniques are still demonic techniques. The Demon Hunter slightly modified it and shouted it out using the Lion's Roar Cultivation Method, fooling most people but not Xu Feng, who had also practiced the Outsider's Demonic Melody.
While the Demon Hunter's roar could intimidate Divine Separation Practitioners, Xu Feng's Sorrowful Technique at its second level could directly incapacitate them.
In the distance, Nong Ban also looked towards the Demon Hunter. It was precisely the existence of the Demon Hunter that had caused him to lose his Continuation Bottle in a daze a thousand years ago in Beast Wasteland.
The Demon Hunter dared not meet Nong Ban's gaze and retreated back to his original position, saying nothing more.
Fan Gang scanned the surroundings and angrily said, "You think we’re scamming your money? You should be ashamed! Wuwei Academy doesn’t need your meager spirit stones. As you can see, Jueqingzi even used Fire Sand; how could it be fake? Anyone who doesn’t believe it can come and test the authenticity of Fire Sand."
The cultivators were already angry, and Fan Gang’s words made them feel it was impossible for there to be any deception. They were also intimidated by Wuwei Academy’s strength and dared not advance further, returning to their seats with displeasure on their faces.
As if to confirm Fan Gang's words, a sound came from the large hole created by Jueqingzi: "Xu Feng, you little bastard! I will kill you! I will definitely kill you; no one can save you!"
Surprisingly, Jueqingzi, who had been sent into "hell," was still alive and sounded unharmed.
The previously chaotic cultivators seemed to have found a lifeline as they craned their necks to look into the hole while shouting, "Jueqingzi, you son of a dog! Get out here quickly and kill Xu Feng! All my money is on you, you son of a dog!"
The red-eyed cultivators couldn't hold back their words.
Xu Feng was also taken aback; his strike was powerful and forceful. Even if Jueqingzi didn't die, he should have been severely injured. To recover so quickly, it seemed that Wuwei Academy had quite a few good medicines.
The hole trembled slightly, then the entrance exploded open. Jueqingzi rushed out with disheveled hair, his chest stained bright red, and his high nose had been flattened.
Fan Gang seemed to have anticipated that Jueqingzi would come out and shouted sternly, "Jueqingzi, don't act recklessly; your target isn't him!"
"Not him? What does that mean?" This statement immediately caught the attention of several Major Sect members, who turned to look at Fan Gang.
In his madness, Jueqingzi couldn't hear Fan Gang's words at all. He charged towards Xu Feng without regard for anything else, shouting, "No one can stop me; I will kill him, kill him!"
Jueqingzi rushed at Xu Feng like a madman and drew his sword like a lunatic. When a madman draws a sword, the consequences are severe.
So severe that even Meng Hui, a Mid-Stage of Great Achievement cultivator, was taken aback. The three members of the Xu family were so shocked they couldn't close their mouths, and even the usually composed Cai Shujun frowned slightly.
Seeing he couldn't stop Jueqingzi, Fan Gang could only curse lightly, "Bastard, you've ruined my plans."
As Jueqingzi crazily attacked Xu Feng, he drew his sword halfway through. No one expected that the sword in his hand was not the previous Supreme Treasure Sword but a Low-Grade Dao Artifact that emitted a cold light for hundreds of meters!
A Dao Artifact! How many people present owned a Dao Artifact? Many hadn't even seen one before.
When the gamblers saw the Dao Artifact appear, it was as if they had encountered a savior in dire straits; they laughed wildly with joy.
"So Jueqingzi has a Dao Artifact! Now we don't have to worry; Xu Feng is undoubtedly doomed."
"We were wrong about Wuwei Academy; my apologies."
"After this match, let's go to the sauna. It's on me."
"Sure, I want a double."
The cultivators turned their worries into joy, eagerly hoping that Xu Feng would be killed quickly so they could split the rewards and enjoy themselves.
Jueqingzi's eyes glinted with malice as he made a grand entrance. He had originally planned to solve the problem with a single strike, but unexpectedly, he was defeated by Xu Feng and sent to the depths of hell. As a Great Perfection Stage cultivator, losing to a Divine Separation Stage cultivator in such a humiliating manner was more than he could bear. His once-great reputation was tarnished, and this was harder for him to accept than death itself.
If he didn't kill Xu Feng, how could he maintain his face?
If he didn't kill Xu Feng, he would surely develop inner demons and regress in his cultivation.
If he didn't kill Xu Feng, suicide would be his only option.
Thus, no matter how much Fan Gang tried to dissuade him, it couldn't change his determination.
Before setting off, Fan Gang borrowed a Dao Artifact from the academy for him to use temporarily. His target today was someone else, but he never expected to be beaten by Xu Feng so badly that he had to resort to his final trump card.
Xu Feng naturally did not expect Jueqingzi to possess a Dao Artifact. Based on the information he had, none of the Wuwei Six Sons had a Dao Artifact, and among the Wuwei Five, there was only one shared Low-Grade Dao Artifact that they usually didn't carry with them unless there was a major event.
He wondered what their true intentions were.
There was no time for further thought as Jueqingzi's sword light came flying toward him.
Xu Feng was all too familiar with the power of a Low-Grade Dao Artifact. Over the past month, he had used the Butcher's Blade the most while underwater and knew its capabilities inside out.
Xu Feng retracted the Supreme Battle Blade, focusing intently on Jueqingzi's sword path. Suddenly, a wave of murderous intent spread out as the rugged Butcher's Blade appeared firmly in his grip.
The Butcher's Blade, one strike to Slaughter City.
With one strike, countless bones would wither.
As Xu Feng summoned the Butcher's Blade, the sudden emergence of a second lower-grade Dao Artifact left the observing cultivators nearly breathless.
What kind of day is it today? Is it a Dao Artifact exhibition? When did Dao Artifacts become so common?
Jueqingzi also sensed the murderous aura emanating from the Butcher's Blade, but he did not believe it. He had no time to doubt; defying Fan Gang's orders, he was determined to use the Dao Artifact to slay Xu Feng with a single strike.
This unsophisticated Son of Fragrant Nation could not possibly withstand a blow from a Dao Artifact. Perhaps this murderous intent was merely his epiphany before death.
Jueqingzi pressed forward, his mind focused solely on one thing: how many pieces could this sword strike turn Xu Feng into?
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