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"During this Match, I didn't expect a new disciple to make it into the top three; it's truly incredible." The new and old disciples of Outer Sect were all astonished when they saw the results.
"Haha, Ren Shixiong is indeed amazing. Back when he was a Registered Disciple, he led us at Azure Cloud Peak to become the best in Wufeng, and now he's again in the top three among Outer Sect Disciples." Former familiar Registered Disciples were all excited. Although they weren't the ones who achieved this ranking, they still felt a sense of pride.
"Ren Shidi, congratulations! I didn't expect your strength to be this formidable," Fei Hou said with admiration.
"Hehe, I didn't expect it either. When I mentioned you all could make it into the top three, it was just a casual remark. But since you made it into the top three, a feast is definitely in order," said Kong Zhan beside him, rubbing his bald head with a cheerful expression.
"Sure, once the Match is over, you can eat as much as you want," Ren Pingsheng replied with a smile.
"Then we have a deal. You can't go back on your word later. Otherwise, I won't hold back."
"Since I've promised you, I won't go back on my word."
"So what's your plan next? Are you aiming for first place?" Fei Hou asked with curiosity.
"Of course! Now that I've come this far, I have to compete for first place," Ren Pingsheng nodded confidently, looking determined.
"Just be careful of Wei Hong. He should be your biggest rival."
"Don't worry; I can handle it. There's nothing to be concerned about."
"I'll be waiting for your good news then. We'll celebrate with drinks afterward and won't leave until we're drunk!" Fei Hou smiled as he patted Ren Pingsheng on the shoulder before leaving with Kong Zhan.
"Tomorrow's first place is mine and mine alone. Whether it's Zhao Shixiong or Wei Hong, they will both fall at my hands." Ren Pingsheng looked into the distance, filled with fighting spirit.
At the same time, Zhao Shixiong and Wei Hong were also brimming with confidence, each believing that the first place belonged to them.
Tomorrow would surely be a fierce battle, full of excitement.
"Finally here!" As the sunlight streamed in and the sky outside brightened, Ren Pingsheng let out a gentle sigh. A new day had arrived! A new battle was about to begin!
"Wei Hong, Zhao Shixiong, Ren Pingsheng, congratulations on securing the top three spots. However, the final reward will depend on your performance in the upcoming matches; each rank has a different reward. Now, let's draw lots. You three will compete in a round-robin tournament." This time it was Vice Master Bai who personally stepped in to host the final match.
"Wei Hong is number one, Zhao Shixiong is number two, and Ren Pingsheng is number three. So, number one will face number two, number two will face number three, and finally number one will face number three. Let the first match begin!" Vice Master Bai announced loudly with a wave of his hand.
"Are you going to forfeit voluntarily, or should I throw you out?" As soon as he stepped onto the stage, Wei Hong exuded an imposing aura. His desire for first place was palpable.
"Although everyone says you're the best among the Outer Sect Disciples, I don't believe it. If I defeat you this time, I'll be the top Outer Sect Disciple," Zhao Shixiong replied with a sneer, completely unfazed by Wei Hong's threat.
"Very well, it seems you're unwilling to give up. Then I'll make you roll out," Wei Hong said coldly as he drew a sword slightly larger than a standard steel sword.
It was clear that he also followed a path of brute strength. He was quite similar to Zhao Shixiong; only time would tell who was truly stronger in this match.
"We're both following a path of raw power; I'm curious to see who is stronger," Zhao Shixiong retorted defiantly.
Both stepped forward simultaneously like arrows released from their bows. They raised their swords high and struck down directly, creating gusts of wind. The clash of their momentum kicked up clouds of dust. The two swords met without separating; they were locked in a contest of strength where neither could overpower the other.
Then, as if on cue, both retreated and charged at each other again. Their large swords collided once more with a piercing sound that tested the ears of the Outer Sect Disciples present; many showed expressions of pain.
"Both of them are amazing, having such great strength and a powerful presence."
"That's terrifying. I feel like if it were me, I wouldn't be able to block even one sword strike!"
"Very good. It seems your Body Refinement Technique is also impressive; your strength is incomparable. Let's get serious!" Wei Hong's expression changed, clearly realizing he couldn't win purely based on strength.
"Hmph, I'm not inferior to you in Sword Technique either." Zhao Shixiong snorted coldly. The sword in his hand began to swirl slowly, an invisible momentum continuously condensing, with power gathering on the blade.
"Watch this, Mountain Breaker!" He shouted loudly and slashed diagonally. An invisible shockwave radiated outwards. A three-foot beam of sword light surged forth like a dragon emerging from the sea, carrying an overwhelming force.
"Open!" Wei Hong roared, also delivering a diagonal slash. Like three thousand galaxies falling from the sky, the momentum was magnificent and equally formidable.
'Bang!' The sound was like a stone breaking through the heavens, and the terrifying impact echoed outwards. Those nearby were left with ringing in their ears, unable to hear anything else.
As the dust settled, the two stood quietly. After just a few breaths, Zhao Shixiong's face turned pale. Then he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. In the recent clash, he had fallen into a disadvantage and was injured.
"Hmph, now you're even less my opponent; why not admit defeat?" Wei Hong's face was only slightly pale, and his condition was much better. It was evident that his strength was significantly higher than Zhao Shixiong's.
"This time you were impressive, but next time it will definitely be you who loses; I will trample you underfoot." Although he had lost slightly, Zhao Shixiong's momentum showed no sign of conceding.
"This time I can defeat you; next time I can still defeat you." Wei Hong's expression turned cold as he turned to leave the Sword Testing Platform.
"The next Match will continue in an hour due to Zhao Shixiong's injury." An Elder came down to assess the situation and took out a healing pill, showing no hesitation at this moment.
Soon, Zhao Shixiong recovered; after all, his injuries weren't too severe. With the healing pill, he naturally healed even faster.
The second match began. For Zhao Shixiong, this match could not end in defeat; otherwise, he would only be able to secure third place, with no chance of being among the top two.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he looked at Ren Pingsheng with a cautious expression, though his momentum remained high. It seemed he was ready to engage in a fierce battle.
"I've seen your previous matches; you seem to rely on technique. Heh, if you can't break through my defense, you're bound to lose this time," Zhao Shixiong said with a smile, confident in his experience against technical opponents.
"Is that so? Victory and defeat will only be known after the match," Ren Pingsheng replied calmly.
"Very well, then let's see your skills!" Zhao Shixiong stepped forward and swung his sword down. He knew that a technical opponent would be hesitant to confront him head-on. As long as he defended well, victory was assured.
Ren Pingsheng swiftly dodged his attack. His reactions were quick as he countered with a sweeping strike. Ren Pingsheng lightly retreated to a distance of about ten feet.
"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep this up," Zhao Shixiong scoffed, moving quickly to attack again. Ren Pingsheng's figure flickered as he evaded Zhao's strikes time and again, appearing effortlessly agile.
Once more dodging an incoming large sword strike, Ren Pingsheng thrust his sword forward. With a flick of his wrist, the tip of his sword trembled three times, striking the same spot on Zhao's sword and directly deflecting it away.
Then, in a flash of sword light, his sword flew out. Zhao Shixiong felt a numbness in his hand as his sword veered off course. Seeing the incoming blade of light, his expression changed dramatically as he retreated instantly. After shaking his hand twice, he regained control but felt alarmed; he had never encountered such a situation before.
Ren Pingsheng did not stop; he moved in again to launch an active assault. The brilliance of his sword filled the air, making it impossible to discern where the strikes were coming from. Six figures intertwined, with flashes of sword light cutting through the air as if six people were attacking simultaneously, blurring the line between reality and illusion.
Zhao Shixiong's face turned grim as he struggled to distinguish between the real and the fake and swung his sword in a wide arc. However, Ren Pingsheng nimbly tapped his toes and moved in and out like lightning, avoiding Zhao's attack while delivering a strike that hit Zhao squarely in the chest.
It was only when the pain shot through his chest that Zhao Shixiong realized what had happened. The speed had been too fast; the timing was so precise that he hadn't even had time to react.
"You win!" His tone carried a mix of frustration and admiration. Such technique and timing were simply astonishing.
"Now, the final Match is upon us. Who will claim the first place, and who will be the ultimate victor? Let's wait and see!" an Elder said with a hint of intrigue.
The already restless Outer Sect Disciples erupted into excited shouts, calling out the names of the competitors and supporting their favorites.
"Hehe, I didn't expect it to come down to us two in the end. Looks like your strength isn't too bad!" Wei Hong chuckled on stage, his tone mixed with surprise and a hint of caution.
"Is that so? It doesn't matter to me who my opponent is. Of course, it's better if it's you; defeating you will save me from further trouble," Ren Pingsheng replied calmly, as if he didn't regard him as a threat at all.
"How arrogant! But first place will definitely be mine; defeating you is just a side task. I'm too lazy to waste words with you. Don't think that just because you defeated Zhao Shixiong, you have the qualification to fight me."
"Slash!" Wei Hong shouted loudly, stepping forward to stand beside Ren Pingsheng, showing no signs of holding back.
"Hmph! Do you think you're very strong?" Ren Pingsheng sidestepped, gripping his sword with both hands and striking down without hesitation.
With a clang, like thunder striking the ground, the sound resonated in everyone's ears. Many were startled and immediately covered their ears to lessen the pain.
"How is this possible..." Wei Hong exclaimed in shock. It felt like a dream, but the numbness in his hands confirmed that everything was real. Ren Pingsheng's strength was not inferior to his own; in fact, it was even slightly stronger.
The crowd below was also taken aback. Ren Pingsheng had always given the impression that he relied on Movement Technique and Sword Technique to win; they never expected his physical strength to be so impressive. Zhao Shixiong felt this even more deeply, a bitter smile creeping onto his face. It turned out that the previous Match had not been his full strength after all.
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