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"Hey, kid, now you know how tough it is, right? You might as well admit defeat and hand over your spot," Zhao Jie said with a self-satisfied smile. In his eyes, victory was already within reach.
"Just focus on your swordsmanship and stop talking," Ren Pingsheng replied irritably, continuing with his experiment. Time and again he drew his sword, showing no signs of fatigue.
"Damn it, you're still being stubborn," Zhao Jie shouted angrily, unleashing a more intense sword energy from his Longsword than before. He imagined the glory of defeating Ren Pingsheng and claiming the spot for himself.
"Ah, I did it!" After another attempt at fusion, he was surprised to find that the Golden Realm and Sword Momentum had actually merged, albeit only a small part. But it was indeed a fusion.
The once unremarkable sword in his hand suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light. A terrifying sharpness erupted. The people in the surroundings felt a chill run down their spines; even the air seemed to freeze, as if they had entered the depths of winter. Some lower-level disciples trembled uncontrollably, their faces filled with fear, completely unaware of what was happening.
Zhao Jie, who had been in high spirits, was suddenly overwhelmed by this sharpness. His vision blurred with tears, rendering him unable to see anything. The sharp energy coiled up his Longsword and surged through his arm, causing a tingling pain that left him unable to lift it.
This left him horrified; he could only scream and retreat, forgetting all about his earlier excitement. It took a while for his eyes to adjust so he could see again. The pain and tingling in his arm gradually faded. However, upon seeing the glaring Longsword before him, his expression turned grim.
"What kind of sorcery are you using? Why can't I move my arm?" Despite being a High-Level Warrior, he had ultimately lost. Although it was embarrassing for him, he still wanted to understand what had happened. If that adverse reaction had occurred during a life-and-death battle, he would have died countless times over; this thought sent shivers down his spine.
"Uh... I don't know either; that was just an accident," Ren Pingsheng said, regaining his composure after initially being stunned. He hadn't expected that such a small fusion would yield such tremendous power. It was far more formidable than just relying on Artistic Conception or Sword Momentum alone.
However, perhaps it was just a coincidence; when he eagerly tried to fuse again, he kept failing. This result left him feeling somewhat dejected.
"But now that I've achieved it once, how far off can the second or third time be?" He quickly filled with determination again, looking forward to the power that would erupt once he fully fused with Sword Momentum.
"Alright, this time you lost; you can leave the stage now," Ren Pingsheng said loudly as he watched Zhao Jie stubbornly refuse to back down and insist on getting to the bottom of things.
In the end, Zhao Jie could only leave in frustration and confusion.
"Next up, let's see who it is," Ren Pingsheng said after the discussions among the spectators quieted down. He pulled out a challenge letter and announced, "Wu Yong, please step forward if you're here."
"Ah! Are you calling me? Didn't they say there would be one match every three days? You were just challenged," a burly High-Level Warrior with a somewhat simple appearance stepped forward.
Upon hearing this, the nearby disciples who hadn't been selected began to mock him for being foolish. Such a good opportunity and yet he was reluctant! Who cared if he had just been challenged? If they told you to go up, then just go up; why all the hesitation?
"Haha, don't worry. The rule is that everyone must accept at least ten challenges—one every three days—but there's no limit on how many battles you can have in total. So just come on up!"
"Alright, be careful then." Wu Yong suddenly jumped onto the Dueling Platform, wielding a five-foot-long broadsword, moving with an imposing presence.
"Slash!" He stomped on the ground, his body shot forward like a cannonball, reaching his opponent in an instant. The broadsword swung down, cutting through the air with a whistling sound. The explosive air blew Ren Pingsheng's clothes fluttering.
Ren Pingsheng retreated to avoid this fierce strike. With a flick of his hand, he drew his sword, sending waves of sword energy piercing towards Wu Yong. With a 'bang', Wu Yong's sword struck the Dueling Platform, True Qi erupted, colliding and dissipating with Ren Pingsheng's incoming sword energy.
"It seems Wu Yong's combat ability is quite strong; he adapts quickly and strikes swiftly," Ren Pingsheng noted with some surprise at his opponent's response. While others might retreat or defend when their initial attack missed, Wu Yong resolved everything with just one movement.
However, for Ren Pingsheng, it was not a concern. He continued to battle while pondering the integration of Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum. He also absorbed some of Wu Yong's battle techniques. Wu Yong was undoubtedly a natural warrior; every strike was fierce yet he remained clever and adaptable.
The two battled for nearly half an hour before it concluded. Unfortunately, Ren Pingsheng was unable to merge Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum again. He felt he needed to reflect quietly to recapture the sensation from their previous integration. Thus, he decided not to prolong the duel any further and ended it.
Wu Yong expressed admiration for Ren Pingsheng with a look of astonishment before leaving. The onlookers, upon hearing that Ren Pingsheng's day had come to an end, also left reluctantly, thinking they would arrive early tomorrow in hopes of getting their turn. As for the two High-Level Warriors' defeats, it did nothing to shake their determination.
"Ren Shidi, your strength is indeed impressive. It seems these people won't be your opponents," Feng Yi approached after the match ended, smiling as he spoke. He had also been challenged but had three days until his turn, so he wasn't in a hurry. Unlike Ren Pingsheng, he wasn't obsessed with battling.
"Brother Feng saw the strength of those High-Level Warriors; do you feel confident about your challenge?" Ren Pingsheng knew others were cautious in their choices of opponents, afraid of mistakenly selecting someone and losing their chance.
"Hehe, I still have confidence in my abilities; I won't easily give up this opportunity."
"That's good. If we have three members from Azure Wind Sword Sect enter the Bronze Ranking, it would be quite a story."
"I hope to see that happen too. You and Lan Shaoqiu should be fine; as long as my luck isn't too bad, I should be okay as well. Anyway, I should return to my training and prepare for the Match in two days!" As Feng Yi spoke, he began to worry and hurriedly left.
"Perfect timing; I need to find that feeling from before as well. That's enough for today!" Ren Pingsheng entered his room and immediately closed his eyes to meditate. Once his energy was restored, he began recalling everything that happened during their first integration in hopes of uncovering the key.
Days passed by like this; each day he had battles—sometimes two matches, sometimes three or even five or six. Although there were fluctuations in intensity, he never missed a day. The number of challenge letters in his hand dwindled from over forty to just a few now. Half a month had already gone by.
During this time, most people followed the rules diligently: one Match every three days while carefully selecting opponents and then defeating them with overwhelming force. Of course, some misjudged their choices; after one major battle, they lost their chance which left them furious.
Thus they joined the challengers' ranks and issued challenge letters targeting preferred opponents. The rules stated that if someone lost their spot in the Rankings, they could participate in challenges again. Those who defeated someone from the Rankings and obtained their spot would also have to accept challenges starting from that day—at least three Matches daily.
Joy and sorrow played out authentically through challenges or being challenged. Those who succeeded in challenges rejoiced while those selected by challengers were also happy. Conversely, those who failed felt disheartened along with those defeated by challengers.
The entire Outer Court felt like boiling water, restless and explosive. Even the slightest provocation could trigger a strong reaction.
"Oh, has it fused again? That's great!" In the Battle, Ren Pingsheng's face lit up with joy; he had successfully fused once more. This was already the fifth successful fusion. Unfortunately, it was still uncontrollable—not only was the fusion itself unstable, but the power generated from it was also unpredictable.
A High-Level Warrior who was battling Ren Pingsheng immediately suffered as an endless sharpness overwhelmed him, causing his expression to falter and his face to contort in pain. It seemed he had been stimulated to the point where his body stiffened, making even the slightest movement difficult.
"Cough... I admit defeat," the High-Level Warrior said with a horrified expression. In this situation, he couldn't even continue the Battle. He could only give up in frustration. Little did he know that four others had already experienced this before him.
Ren Pingsheng remained indifferent to his concession, instead standing quietly and savoring everything that had just happened. Now he had some understanding of the fusion between Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum, though it wasn't detailed enough yet. Otherwise, he would be able to fuse at any time and place.
"Just the power radiating from me is so formidable; what would happen if I unleashed a strike after this fusion? Just based on my feelings, it should be much stronger than a Perfected State High-Level Sword Technique."
"Continue; I hope to achieve more fusions in Battle, ultimately allowing me to wield my abilities freely." Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and pondered. "Who’s next? Let’s go!"
"It’s me..." Another High-Level Warrior stepped forward, but he appeared lacking in confidence. It was no surprise; over the past half month, Ren Pingsheng had fought forty Battles and won them all. Each of his opponents had been High-Level Warriors, leaving those who intended to take advantage utterly dumbfounded.
However, they had already submitted their challenge letters; as long as Ren Pingsheng accepted them, he had to Battle. Many disciples stepping up now were merely going through the motions, shifting their focus to other Ranking disciples.
Ren Pingsheng's frenzied Battles and astonishing record also caused many observing disciples to back off. They avoided him entirely, no longer feeling the previous sense of pride or desire.
Yet there were still a few Perfect Realm Warriors who attempted to submit challenge letters to see if Ren Pingsheng would accept. In their eyes, no matter how powerful Ren Pingsheng was, he was not their match.
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