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The person who spoke was a swordsman, a martial artist trained in the Divine Martial Continent. Due to different focuses in their training, martial artists are categorized into various types.
Generally speaking, those who commonly use knives and swords are the most numerous among all martial artists. They often refer to themselves as Sword Users or swordsmen.
Only those who enter the path of the sword and cultivate to the Xuanwu Realm can be honored with the title of Sword Saint. Similarly, Sword Users are respected as Sword Saints.
After stepping into the legendary Divine Martial Realm, only those swordsmen who remain inseparable from their swords and cultivate extraordinary sword techniques are qualified to become Sword Gods.
Ling Feiyang, the legendary Sword God of the Eastern Ridge Sword Pavilion from the Heavenly Level Sect, is the only swordsman in the entire Divine Martial Continent qualified to be called a Sword God.
The three individuals hidden above the jungle were naturally Outer Sect Disciples responsible for rescue from the Heavenly Mechanism Sect.
"Are you kidding? Have you ever seen the Sword God's Waves of the Ten Thousand Tides Sword Technique?" One of them expressed doubt and scoffed.
"Hmph, someone like you who doesn't understand sword techniques wouldn't know about the Waves of the Ten Thousand Tides Sword Technique. Although I haven't witnessed the Sword God perform this move myself, at the Heavenly Pivot Martial Arts Conference back then, a disciple from the Eastern Ridge Sword Pavilion, who had deeply inherited the Sword God's true teachings, used this move to defeat another disciple from a Heavenly Level Sect." The disciple from Heavenly Mechanism Sect who spoke was quite slender, carrying a long sword wrapped tightly in gray cloth, with only the hilt exposed.
"The Heavenly Pivot Martial Arts Conference? You actually had a chance to participate in such a grand event!" The other person's expression changed dramatically as he looked at the Lean Boy with newfound respect.
He understood very well that not everyone is qualified to attend the highest-standard Heavenly Pivot Martial Arts Conference in the Divine Martial Continent. The Lean Boy usually appeared unremarkable, but it turned out he had received such an opportunity.
Another disciple from Heavenly Mechanism Sect also looked at the Lean Boy with a changed expression and said enviously, "We are just Outer Sect Disciples of Heavenly Mechanism Sect and have no qualifications to participate in the last Heavenly Pivot Martial Arts Conference. It seems Lu Junior Disciple's family background is impressive. Leaving Heavenly Mechanism Sect two years ago to return to his family must have been for that martial arts conference."
The Lean Boy remained silent, trying to keep a low profile as usual, but unexpectedly revealed some information at a critical moment.
He lowered his head again to look below, as if his gaze could penetrate through the dense jungle and land on the disciples in the arena.
"The situation on the battlefield below is becoming quite dangerous. It seems we will have to use the Golden Light Token granted by the Elders again!" Lean Boy murmured.
The sword light surged like a tide, rushing towards Cheng Ze, whose face turned pale. Faced with the formidable sword techniques unleashed by Ye Feng, he gradually felt a sense of defeat. Water and fire are opposites; he had previously seen how quickly Ye Feng could unleash his sword light because he was refining Wind Elemental Force. He never expected that in the end, he would be facing Water Element sword techniques that were terrifyingly powerful.
Fortunately, at this moment, Fire Dragon Condensation had been successfully executed. With a tremor of his arm, Cheng Ze caused the two Dragon Heads at the tip of his blade to roar and spit out funnel-shaped Fire Elemental Whirlwinds.
Boom!!
The two great Martial Techniques finally collided!
One after another, whirlwinds shot out from the mouths of the Dragon Heads. Each whirlwind caused a significant rise in temperature in the air, and a large amount of sword light wrapped in Water Elemental Force was evaporated by the intense heat, rising in thick water vapor.
Ye Feng frowned, not expecting that the Fire Elemental Whirlwinds spewed forth by the Dragon Heads would be so scorching hot that the initially arriving Tidal Sword Light would instantly collapse, exploding like a fountain and scattering in all directions, engulfing an area of dozens of feet.
Many Trial Disciples were caught off guard and hurriedly used their body techniques to retreat. As they backed away, the dispersed Water Elemental Force shot towards the ground and tree trunks, splattering large amounts of mud and countless wood chips.
Boom! Boom!
A large number of towering trees were cut in half by the sword light, crashing down. Most of these trees had grown for nearly a hundred years and were as tough as Golden Iron due to being eroded by Demonic Energy, yet they were still easily pierced by the sword light.
All the Trial Disciples displayed looks of shock; they never expected that merely the aftermath of two great Martial Techniques would force them into such a predicament.
Bai Jing was even more flustered; if it weren't for Leihong acting in time to disperse the incoming sword light, he would have likely been injured under Ye Feng's blade.
"Idiot, you almost got me killed! Once this battle is over, I will teach him a good lesson!" Without expressing any gratitude to Leihong, Bai Jing waved his fist and roared angrily at Ye Feng, who was shrouded in mist.
Leihong shook his head, unable to understand how someone like Ye Feng could associate with a ridiculous character like Bai Jing, and their relationship seemed quite good.
If Bai Jing were a girl, it might be acceptable; such behavior would appear cute and charming. However, as a man, this kind of conduct was overly pretentious.
Leihong felt this way, and Wang Qin beside him frowned in disgust, instinctively distancing himself from Bai Jing.
The arena erupted with a series of booming sounds as the Dragon Head formed from Vital Energy finally leaped out of the short blade under Cheng Ze's command, colliding fiercely with the Tidal Sword Light. The terrifying shockwaves twisted the space between the two, creating a large vacuum area.
"These two are incredibly strong. If I don't use the Treasure Artifact granted by the Sect, I am definitely no match for them!" thought the lean man above the jungle.
To execute this killing move, Cheng Ze had nearly drained all the Vital Energy from his Dantian, even drawing on the Vital Energy contained in his Meridian without hesitation to channel it into the short blade. He could not afford to lose this battle. The vast Vital Energy unleashed through the short blade caused both blades of decent quality to emit a mournful humming sound, and numerous spiderweb-like cracks appeared on their surfaces, indicating they were struggling to hold together and on the verge of collapse.
Cheng Ze was not a Sword User; he merely utilized the short blade to showcase his own swordsmanship. A high-quality Treasure Artifact could amplify his attack power. If he replaced the short blade with another weapon, he could still perform the same Martial Technique, though its power would be slightly diminished.
The Crimson Flame Blade Technique was not a true sword technique; it was derived from the Cheng Family's ancestral skill, Crimson Flame Technique. After some simplification and improvement, it was passed down for Cheng Ze's use.
"You and I have no significant enmity, and you are already at your limit. Why struggle so hard? After all, passing this assessment is your goal. If you force yourself and end up injuring yourself, that would be unwise," Ye Feng's calm voice cut through the tremendous roar of colliding Vital Energy and reached Cheng Ze's ears clearly.
The situation on the battlefield had temporarily reached a stalemate; both sides' Martial Techniques were evenly matched. However, Cheng Ze knew that due to the depletion of his Vital Energy, he could hardly continue. Meanwhile, Ye Feng's Tidal Sword Light seemed endless; without seeing him swing his sword, the light flowed like an unceasing river, crashing wave after wave against his two Dragon Heads.
He felt unwilling; he believed that if he were at his peak or if he had perfected the Fire Dragon Condensation technique to form an entire dragon body instead of just a Dragon Head, he would surely win this battle. But there were no "ifs" on the battlefield. As he watched his two Dragon Heads being eroded and nearly extinguished by the surging Tidal Sword Light, Cheng Ze finally sighed deeply and sheathed his sword, cutting off support for the Fire Dragon Heads.
Admitting defeat would only result in losing one chance for rescue. If he continued to hold on, the Dantian would become unstable, potentially damaging its foundation!
Crack!
The Fire Dragon Head instantly disintegrated, and the Tidal Sword Light lost its obstruction, charging towards the defenseless Cheng Ze.
Clang!
Once again, the Golden Shield timely blocked in front of Cheng Ze. Ye Feng smiled slightly, calmly sheathing his sword. With the Tidal Sword Light losing support, the residual waves were completely dissipated by the golden small shield, finally vanishing into scattered droplets, beautifully dispersing in the air.
Having personally experienced the formidable defense of the Golden Shield, Ye Feng was genuinely shocked. He wondered how many Outer Sect Disciples within the Heavenly Mechanism Sect possessed such a Golden Shield. Were these Golden Shields temporarily issued for this trial, or did they originally belong to these Outer Sect Disciples?
The Rescue Disciple that appeared this time was different from before; it was a slender boy in black clothing carrying a long sword on his back.
After putting away the Golden Shield, the boy glanced expressionlessly at Cheng Ze. He took out a small booklet from his hand and seriously noted something down before finally speaking: “Cheng Ze, you have one last chance for rescue left. I hope you make good use of it!”
The members of the Demon Squad and Demon Slaughter Squad exchanged glances. They had not expected the outcome of this battle to be so surprising. Although the fight between both sides was spectacular, Ye Feng had indeed forced Cheng Ze to lose a chance for rescue within three moves.
“I will defeat you within three moves!” Ye Feng's earlier words echoed in their ears. What had sounded like a tall tale had unexpectedly come true.
Cheng Ze gasped for breath, drenched in sweat. He could only respectfully nod at the Rescue Disciple before hastily taking out a pill from his pocket and swallowing it, then sitting down to rest on the spot.
In contrast, Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged, as if the large Martial Technique he had just executed had not consumed much of his Vital Energy!
This once again shocked everyone. Although Ye Feng had the suspicion of taking advantage of others' misfortune, given the current situation, it seemed that the opponent might not be unable to defeat Cheng Ze at his peak!
"You are Ye Feng. I didn't expect you not only to pass the seven Talent Assessments but also to possess such powerful strength!" The Lean Boy, responsible for the rescue, did not leave as abruptly as the previous Rescue Disciple. Instead, he turned to Ye Feng and couldn't help but say a few more words.
"I dare not, I am embarrassed in front of Senior Brother." In front of the Rescue Disciple, Ye Feng did not dare to be negligent and responded with cupped fists, his demeanor respectful.
Although the Lean Boy was extremely curious about Ye Feng and even suspected that he might be related to the Eastern Ridge Sword Pavilion, as a Rescue Disciple, he could not interfere too much with the preparatory disciples participating in the survival trial. So at this moment, he merely nodded, expanded his form, and disappeared from the spot.
It was only after the Rescue Disciple left that cheers finally erupted from the Demon Squad. Leihong and others excitedly rushed to Ye Feng's side, with team members coming forward one after another to congratulate him.
Only Bai Jing approached and shot a fierce glare at Ye Feng before immediately taking out a collection knife from her backpack and hurriedly running towards the few uncollected beast corpses on the ground.
"You all should be more careful during your fight; almost all the materials on these beasts have been destroyed!" While busy collecting the few remaining spoils, Bai Jing turned back and complained to Ye Feng.
The others looked at her with disdain, but Bai Jing remained unfazed and continued her collection work while grumbling.
On the other side, members of the Demon Slaughter Squad were downcast. They had originally thought that Ye Feng was overestimating himself by challenging their captain, who was clearly at a higher cultivation level. They expected him to suffer a crushing defeat but were taken aback by Ye Feng's formidable strength; in just two moves, he had defeated their previously arrogant captain.
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