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"Then there's no need for you to worry, Zhou Shidi," Li Jianren said with a faint smile in his eyes.
Jin Qinghan, Wang Yi!
"Wow..."
Before the sound faded, a sudden uproar erupted from the audience, with discussions rising and falling. This also showed that Jin Qinghan's reputation in the Outer Sect was not weaker than that of Li Gang and the other three.
"Who is stronger, you Jin Shidi or Wang Yi?"
"That's obvious; of course, Jin Shixiong is stronger. That Waste Wang Yi can't even compare to Jin Shixiong!"
"Jin Shixiong will definitely win."
Someone shouted, and immediately the crowd echoed: Jin Shixiong will definitely win!
"Wang Yi, it's your turn," Chu Yixuan said with a serious expression. "Be careful, especially with his sword."
"Thank you." Wang Yi walked onto the stage without looking back.
"Sigh, Wang Yi is not like Niu Meng; he might end up like Niu Meng," Lin Chao said with a hint of concern.
Below the stage, the disciples lined up one by one as Jin Qinghan appeared before everyone. He was still dressed in white, his cold face carrying a chilling sword as he slowly walked onto the Dueling Platform.
"Zhou Shidi, who do you think will win between them?" Li Jianren asked with a smile.
"Yes, Zhou Shidi, since your senior brother seems to have a high regard for this Wang Yi, could it be that he can match up to Jin Qinghan?" Xiao Renyi also asked with interest.
"Not at this moment," Zhou Deyu replied.
“Jin Shixiong, please.” Wang Yi cupped his hands in greeting.
“Draw your sword.” Jin Qinghan's voice was devoid of emotion. In the Autumn Wind, he stood like a cold stone atop a peak, exuding an aura so chilling it made one shiver.
The cold wind blew, creating a seemingly frigid barrier between the two, making it impossible to approach.
“So strong.”
“Indeed, Jin Shixiong is worthy of being compared with experts like Li Shixiong.”
“Hmph, putting on an act.” Zhao Shanyu remarked discontentedly at Jin Qinghan's icy demeanor.
“What’s wrong, Zhao Shidi? Don’t you want to challenge him?” Li Gang smiled slightly.
“Hmph, Li Shixiong, don’t push your luck.” Zhao Shanyu's voice grew colder as memories of being used by Li Gang without any recourse filled her with frustration.
“Well, without investment, how can there be returns? Isn’t that right?” Li Gang said. “Besides, you haven’t suffered any losses?”
Zhao Shanyu was left speechless, letting out a cold snort as her gaze returned to the stage.
Li Gang felt quite pleased but noticed that Zhao Shanyu had no intention of continuing the conversation. He then turned his attention back to Jin Qinghan. “I want to see just how strong you are. As long as I can find your weakness…”
“Come on, make your move! Haha, Wang Yi, are you scared stiff by Jin Shixiong?”
“Yes, hurry up and attack.”
“Wang Yi, you’re no match for Jin Shixiong. It’s better to admit defeat early.”
"Indeed, it's better to admit defeat than to overestimate oneself."
Wang Yi let these rumors echo in his ears without saying a word, his gaze seemingly clashing with Jin Qinghan, as if two long swords were engaged in combat between them, creating a vacuum around them.
"Drink!" Wang Yi finally unleashed his long blade, a stream of Blade Qi aimed directly at Jin Qinghan's face. The latter's eyes did not blink, the air around them felt so cold it seemed to freeze.
"Clang."
A brilliant white light swept through the air, and the Blade Qi instantly shattered like paper scraps. The sharp white light emitted a glaring brightness, making it impossible for Wang Yi to open his eyes; it felt less like sword energy and more like a chilling wind.
Wang Yi's figure darted forward, his right hand thrusting ahead as he swung the Chiyang Blade: Zongheng. The air was sliced open, colliding with the white light, immediately causing a resonant clash of Gold Iron. The Blade Qi almost simultaneously dissipated, releasing countless shards of white light.
"Did I see that correctly? Wang Yi actually blocked Jin Shixiong's sword?"
"Hmph, what do you mean by blocking? Didn't you see he used two swords to block one of Jin Shixiong's?"
"That's right. I believe Jin Shixiong will defeat Wang Yi in no more than two moves."
On stage, Wang Yi finally got a clear look at the long sword in Jin Qinghan's hand. This sword was over three feet long and about two fingers wide, made entirely of crystal stone, dazzlingly white and bright. The hilt emitted a chilling aura like snow and ice.
"What a fine sword," Wang Yi couldn't help but exclaim.
"This sword is called Remaining Cloud," Jin Qinghan slowly raised the long sword in his hand, slicing through the air as he spoke in a cold voice.
"Refining Fire."
Wang Yi felt all his Vital Energy converge at the tip of the blade before he shouted loudly. The Chiyang Blade fell like lightning, the Blade Qi terrifying and igniting with flames.
"Clang."
"Smack."
Two consecutive sounds rang out as the Remaining Cloud Sword effortlessly sliced Wang Yi's Chiyang Blade in half. Wang Yi, with a look of shock, quickly retreated, staring at the broken blade in his hand, speechless for a long time.
"Smack!"
Wang Yi threw the broken blade to the ground and looked at Jin Qinghan with a serious expression. He spread his palms open, and immediately two streams of Vital Energy gathered in his hands. The air around him slowed down dramatically, making it feel as if it were filled with lead, difficult to surpass.
With a clang, Jin Qinghan swung his sword, creating a cold arc in the air that aimed directly at Wang Yi's face.
"!"
"Pushing Cloud Palm."
Wang Yi shouted, and the gust of wind from his palm swept through the solidified air around him, crashing against the chilling sword energy. Upon contact, it erupted violently, sending cold air rippling across the Dueling Platform, forcing nearby disciples to use Cui Gu and Vital Energy to fend off the icy blast!
"Quickly retreat."
"Too strong; it seems Jin Shixiong is getting serious."
"Wang Yi, are you okay?" Niu Meng approached from below the platform, looking worried. It was clear he understood that with Wang Yi's current strength, it would be difficult to contend with Jin Qinghan.
Wang Yi felt warmth in his heart as he locked eyes with Jin Qinghan like lightning and shook his head.
Jin Qinghan let out an "Eh," clearly not expecting Wang Yi to block his strike. "What kind of Martial Arts is this?" His voice was cold and emotionless, like the frigid winds of a thousand-year-old snow mountain.
"Pushing Cloud Palm," Wang Yi said.
"Um, Pushing Cloud Palm?" Jin Qinghan's ancient expression finally revealed a hint of astonishment, clearly not expecting this palm technique to be one of the three foundational Martial Arts of the Kaiyang Sect: Pushing Cloud Palm.
"That's right." Wang Yi nodded, letting out a low shout as he swiftly advanced towards Jin Qinghan with both palms. The force of Pushing Cloud Palm instantly caused the air between them to solidify, creating a vacuum zone.
Jin Qinghan took a deep breath, his expression turning crimson. He sensed that the air seemed to be drawn away, and immediately noticed the anomaly. With a twist of his right hand, the Vital Energy within his Dantian gathered onto the Remaining Cloud Sword. He seized the sword and slashed down, an endless surge of Vital Energy immediately pouring out.
"Poof."
As both palms struck down simultaneously, the sound of metal clashing echoed. Wang Yi felt as if he had been electrocuted; the force of Pushing Cloud Palm crumbled instantly, causing him to stagger back for over ten steps before finally stopping. A sweet taste filled his throat as a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Wow."
Jin Qinghan stood with his hands behind his back. "You are not my opponent; you... should admit defeat!"
"Come on." Wang Yi spread his feet apart, adopting a dragon-horse stance. This time, however, the palm technique he was about to unleash was several times more powerful than before: Transforming Cloud Palm.
As Transforming Cloud Palm was executed, both palms moved like clouds. The air and airflow around him filled with the power of Transforming Cloud Palm within a radius of ten feet. His white clothes fluttered without wind, making a rustling sound. The overwhelming force of Remaining Cloud surged from Wang Yi, crashing down upon Jin Qinghan like turbulent waves.
Third-level Martial Arts, terrifying indeed!
"It's over," Chu Yixuan said, his eyes shining brightly.
"Hmph, stubborn resistance is just adding to the joke," Zhao Shanyu said coldly.
"Drink!"
Jin Qinghan swung the Remaining Cloud Sword rapidly, unleashing countless sword energies that formed a terrifying rain of swords. Suddenly, he shouted, "Ice Seal!"
As his voice fell, a wave of frigid air surged through the atmosphere, freezing the very air itself. The cold from the Ice Seal even swept over the audience below.
"Retreat." Chu Yixuan, Li Gang, and Zhao Shanyu simultaneously shouted, their powerful energies surging forth to counter Jin Qinghan's sword technique: Ice Seal. The other disciples were taken aback, stumbling backward in fear.
"Boom."
A thunderous sound echoed as the two terrifying forces clashed, sending endless waves of Vital Energy radiating from Wang Yi and engulfing the entire Dueling Platform. The air grew desolate, and the cold wind howled fiercely.
"Poof."
The cloud force generated by Transforming Cloud Palm was torn apart like paper by the Ice Seal sword technique. Wang Yi's face turned pale, and he was sent flying backward, blood gushing from his mouth.
"Clang."
Jin Qinghan sheathed his sword, his expression still icy as he descended the stone steps step by step, quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"Big brother."
Only then did Niu Meng react. Seeing that Wang Yi's breath was weak and his face extremely pale, he leaped onto the Dueling Platform and embraced Wang Yi.
The top five of the competition had already been determined: Li Gang, Chu Yixuan, Zhao Shanyu, Jin Qinghan, and another disciple from a different family.
The competition continued to heat up, but Wang Yi no longer felt any excitement.
In the back mountain, by the stream.
"Drink." A White-Clad Youth struck out with a palm, shattering the floating leaves.
As his figure moved swiftly, the palm winds were fierce, one palm after another fell, and the air was filled with an astonishing momentum. The youth was none other than Wang Yi.
After his battle with Jin Qinghan, he truly began to understand the importance of advanced Martial Arts and was eager to obtain even higher-level Martial Arts.
In this match, Jin Qinghan had not used any of the three fundamental Martial Arts of Kaiyang Sect from start to finish, all of which were closely guarded secrets. The Martial Arts he practiced were clearly superior to what Wang Yi had learned.
Although Wang Yi had comprehended the Transforming Cloud Palm, a third-tier Martial Art, earlier than other Outer Sect Disciples, he still found himself at a disadvantage in front of Li Gang and the other three. Even if one of them had a lower realm than him, they could still rely on their Martial Arts to defeat him.
Thinking of this, Wang Yi couldn't help but let out a loud roar, venting his pent-up anger, which startled the birds in the forest into flight.
"Who?" Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps rang in Wang Yi's ears. He immediately turned around and shouted coldly.
He saw a cold figure appear in the woods, dressed in white like snow, holding a white sword, with a gaze that was chilling.
"Jin Shixiong." Wang Yi recognized this person; he was the one who had defeated him, Jin Qinghan.
"Wang Yi." Jin Qinghan called out his name emotionlessly and then stood there without saying anything further.
Although Wang Yi felt puzzled about why this usually reclusive Jin Shixiong had come here, he couldn't help but ask, "May I ask what brings you here, Jin Shixiong?"
"Can you demonstrate the Pushing Cloud Palm again? I would like to see it," Jin Qinghan said after a long silence. Pushing Cloud Palm was one of the three fundamental Martial Arts of Kaiyang Sect. He had dabbled in it but knew very well that its power was insufficient to create such an impressive momentum. This left him confused; after thinking about it for an entire night and still unable to grasp its mysteries, he sought out Wang Yi.
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