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"Such an impressive kid, such remarkable insight." The old man in the audience showed a look of shock on his usually expressionless face for the first time. He felt a twinge of envy.
Others might not notice, but how could he not? This was clearly a moment of enlightenment! It might only last a few minutes, but the gains from such a state could be something others might take years, even over a decade, to achieve.
Unfortunately, this state is rare and cannot be sought after. Only those with considerable fortune might experience such enlightenment during significant breakthroughs, gaining unique sword techniques or secret methods. Even at their worst, these would greatly enhance their swordsmanship.
"No wonder he came to me, asking me to do my best to stop this competition. It turns out this kid has such monstrous talent. But he's a bit too arrogant; no matter how high his swordsmanship is, it can't make up for the gap in cultivation. Could it be that this kid has some other powerful means? However..."
This was the first thought that popped into the old man's mind, and it wouldn't go away. It made his expression quite serious. If he could truly win, it would likely attract attention from many higher-ups. Even those who were once ranked in the top ten among the elite disciples might not reach this level.
"What’s going on with Huang Feng? Why does it take so long to deal with a newly promoted disciple at the seventh level of Qi Refinement?" one inner sect disciple complained.
"Did you not see that the new disciple's swordsmanship is quite high? He seems evenly matched with Huang Feng; it's not surprising that it takes some time to settle things," another replied.
"Heh... evenly matched? Huang Feng is clearly at a disadvantage. This is truly unexpected!" An inner sect disciple pointed out bluntly without holding back.
"Hmph, what good is high swordsmanship? Right now, it's all about cultivation and sword techniques. If Huang Feng uses his sword techniques, that new disciple probably wouldn't be able to withstand even one move," another inner sect disciple scoffed.
"This new inner sect disciple is interesting; I didn't expect so many people to underestimate him." Brother Feng from the previous two elite disciples remarked in surprise.
"That's all there is to it! In my opinion, he's still far from us and will never be our match. Among the inner sect disciples, how many of those top ten can even catch our eye?" another person said dismissively.
With a clang, their swords clashed once more before quickly separating as they stood silently facing each other. However, their expressions were quite different—one was calm while the other wore an angry look.
"Very well, you have surprised me once again. I didn't expect your Sword Technique realm to be quite impressive," Huang Feng said, his expression calming unexpectedly.
"Is that so? However, your Sword Technique realm is rather average," Ren Pingsheng replied with a faint smile.
"Hmph, don't get too proud. The realm of Sword Technique is ultimately secondary. The strength of one's power still relies on cultivation and sword skills. The warm-up exercises are done; I won't hold back now."
"I hope your performance can match your words."
"Good, I've realized that you are indeed quite annoying. You've successfully angered me. Next, I will show you what the gap in strength truly looks like."
This time, Huang Feng's sword was charged with great momentum, indicating he was ready to unleash his true power.
"Receive my sword!" Huang Feng shouted angrily as he slashed downwards, a Sword Light swiftly cutting through the air towards the nearby Ren Pingsheng.
Boom...
Ren Pingsheng, who had drawn his sword at some point, unleashed a Sword Light to block the incoming attack.
"Take five more of my swords!" Huang Feng declared arrogantly, his movements not slowing down. He wildly slashed down one sword after another, the stage filled with intertwining Sword Lights. It was like a raging river sweeping through, aiming to completely bury Ren Pingsheng.
Clang clang clang...
In an instant, the stage was filled with swirling Sword Lights and flickering figures. It was impossible to distinguish who was who.
Suddenly, a figure began to retreat rapidly. After fiercely slashing several times, he finally shattered the last wave of Sword Light. Only then did it become clear that the one being forced back was Ren Pingsheng.
"Indeed, the gap in cultivation cannot be ignored." Noticing his slightly numb right hand, Ren Pingsheng frowned. His opponent had already gained a complete advantage solely based on their cultivation level. It seemed that a direct confrontation was not a viable option; that would be too disadvantageous. He could only leverage his own strengths and aim for a decisive strike.
Steadying himself, Ren Pingsheng lightly tapped his foot, and his figure instantly vanished, reappearing at Huang Feng's side. The Refined Sword in his hand was also unyielding as he executed a low-level sword technique.
"Come at me!" Huang Feng remained undaunted, twisting his sword to block the attack. As he attempted to counterattack, Ren Pingsheng's figure disappeared once more, only to launch another strike.
Clang, clang, clang...
Thus, Ren Pingsheng continuously circled around him to attack, while Huang Feng kept defending, as if the situation had completely reversed. Previously, it was Huang Feng who was relentlessly attacking; now he found himself in a position of constant defense.
"Indeed, it's the Refining Qi Ninth Layer; even in defense, there's no gap to exploit." Although Ren Pingsheng had managed to use his advantages several times, varying the speed of his strikes to throw Huang Feng off balance, his opponent was no slouch either. With keen reflexes, Huang Feng always managed to evade or block the attacks.
"Why aren't you attacking anymore? Now you realize your own strength? With your attacking power, you can't break through my defense," Huang Feng sneered at the distant Ren Pingsheng.
"Take this! Flying Flash!" Suddenly, while still speaking, Huang Feng unleashed an Intermediate Sword Technique that flashed toward Ren Pingsheng in an instant.
This startled him; cursing the guy for being despicable, he retreated rapidly. The Seven Star Sword Technique was executed in a flash, piercing through the weak points of Huang Feng's attack. It took five strikes to finally block it.
Seeing the dissipating Flying Flash, Huang Feng was taken aback. He had thought this surprise attack would be unstoppable due to its speed. Unexpectedly, it only cost him some effort to deflect it.
"Hmph, now take my strike." In an instant as he spoke, Ren Pingsheng's figure blurred into six flickering images that made it hard to distinguish the real one.
Flying Spirit Flash was merely a low-level sword technique but boasted incredible speed. Under the cover of illusions, he flashed directly toward Huang Feng's forehead.
"Hmph, such a low-level sword technique is useless no matter how fast it is." Huang Feng snorted coldly and lifted his long sword to block the attack. "How is this possible..." With a furious roar, he found himself shifting three feet sideways...
His reaction was quick, but the sword light behind him was even faster, striking directly at his back and leaving a long wound. A spray of blood splattered.
"What a kid, his use of the Phantom Moon Movement Technique has reached its peak, blurring the line between reality and illusion. Even those with higher cultivation can be deceived," an elder in the audience remarked in admiration.
"I can't believe it, Huang Feng actually got injured," said an inner sect disciple with a look of disbelief.
"It is indeed surprising, but it's also because Huang Feng let his guard down just now; otherwise, he wouldn't have been hurt," another inner sect disciple said uncertainly.
"Hmph, let his guard down? If you faced that sword, you would definitely get hurt too; you might even lose your life. Did you figure out which of those swords was real? I certainly couldn't," another inner sect disciple spoke frankly.
"This is getting interesting; I wonder what will happen next. Huang Feng is probably going to go crazy. Getting injured by a newly admitted disciple at the seventh level of Qi Refinement is truly embarrassing," one inner sect disciple said gleefully.
"Ah! Ah! I'm going to kill you!" Suddenly injured, Huang Feng roared like a beast, continuously shouting in rage. The fluctuations of spiritual energy around him surged erratically but kept growing stronger. It was like a barrel of explosives that had been ignited; once lit, its power could shatter the heavens.
"This guy is going all out; we need to respond carefully. We must end this quickly!" Ren Pingsheng glanced over and made a decision in his heart.
An endless sharpness erupted from him, aiming to pierce the sky. The sharp aura made many inner sect disciples shrink back, feeling a chilling sensation.
On the stone platform, sword marks suddenly appeared as if they had been carved by an invisible sword.
"What a fierce momentum! This is clearly a mid-level sword technique, yet its power seems comparable to that of high-level techniques," not only the elder but also other inner sect disciples looked on in disbelief.
"Could it be... right, there's another possibility: if one masters a mid-level sword technique to perfection, such power is understandable," the elder, being an experienced figure, naturally had more insight than these inner sect disciples.
"Indeed, it's Monsters—perfectly mastered mid-level sword techniques. At least I haven't seen anything like this in years," the elder realized that his previously calm demeanor had been completely shattered today.
It is not that mastering the Intermediate Sword Technique is particularly difficult. The main issue is the time it takes, which could be two to three years, or even longer. During that time, one's cultivation could have progressed significantly. With a more powerful High-Level Sword Technique, who would still cling to practicing some Intermediate Sword Technique?
“Blazing Fire Burns the Sky!” Huang Feng, with his face twisted in anger, roared as his momentum reached its peak. His current mood was like the fire itself, ready to burn heaven and earth.
“He's really going all out; Huang Feng's High-Level Sword Technique Blazing Fire Burns the Sky seems likely to determine the outcome.” Everyone's eyes were fixed on the stage, not blinking at all.
“Golden Edge Kill!” The fire attribute High-Level Sword Technique made Ren Pingsheng frown slightly. With a soft shout, the endless sharpness in the air immediately vanished, all merging into a dim Sword Light within his sword.
This scene caused many knowledgeable observers to narrow their pupils. The sharpness was restrained and concealed. Such a level could only be achieved by someone who had reached great perfection in the Intermediate Sword Technique.
The golden Sword Light, cutting through the void, collided with the fiery red Sword Light.
With two loud explosions of 'boom' and 'boom', a wave of heat spread out.
Many nearby Inner Sect Disciples were caught off guard and were left dizzy and disoriented. Some unfortunate ones even ended up on their backs, looking quite Awkward.
“Phew, phew! This ****** power is too terrifying! If I faced it directly, I definitely wouldn't survive,” another unfortunate Inner Sect Disciple spat out the dust from his mouth, feeling lingering fear.
“Not only would you not survive, but you'd probably be reduced to ashes! This newly promoted Inner Sect Disciple is truly formidable.” If he could survive this encounter, it would be wise to avoid provoking him in the future. “Some Inner Sect Disciples felt a sense of dread.
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