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The night was cool as water. Ren Pingsheng sat in his room, surrounded by Cloud Mist, with the sound of the wind howling. They intertwined and changed continuously, eventually merging together. A two-colored Longsword danced in the air, appearing quite agile.
"Wind and Cloud One Sword, this is the true Wind and Cloud One Sword. The previous one was merely an upgraded version of Storm Rising; it had a large attack range, but its power was not condensed. Now, after the fusion with Cloud Realm, everything is concentrated in one sword. Although the attack range has decreased by ninety percent, its power has at least doubled."
"With one sword drawn, the wind and clouds move. The power is astonishing!" Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and said with a light smile. He extended his hand, and the small sword of two colors that was flying up and down landed in his palm, constantly jumping and ringing lightly.
The previous Wind and Cloud One Sword evolved from Storm Rising mainly because he had too little understanding of Cloud Realm. It was merely a conservative approach based on his original understanding, serving more as an auxiliary means.
However, after all this time, he had broadened his horizons and gained more insights into Cloud Realm. He realized that as an offensive means, its power was also incredible. Now that he combined its attack power with the formidable attack of Wind Realm, the same level of fusion with Cloud Realm would at least double its power.
In other words, while the previous Wind and Cloud One Sword could barely withstand five points of Profound Meaning, it could now easily suppress and crush five points of Profound Meaning. This was undoubtedly good news for him.
He had been somewhat worried since his strength was still lacking and his offensive methods were mostly exposed. However, it seemed that tomorrow's final battle might yield good results.
This night was destined to be an unsettled one for the entire Jizhou City. Tomorrow would be the final showdown, and many people gathered at Canglan Restaurant to talk throughout the night without any intention of sleeping.
The top geniuses from the Nine Great States had all gathered in Jizhou City. During their matches, many were restless and lingered in the Arena of Jizhou City. Some geniuses who had been eliminated from the Rising Dragon Conference also gained considerable fame, becoming topics of conversation.
At first, it wasn't much; however, once someone gained fame, many began to follow suit. After each match concluded, the Arena of Jizhou City became lively. After all, they were all young people—top geniuses at a rebellious age—who would not settle for mediocrity.
Thus, since the start of this Rising Dragon Conference until now, Jizhou City had never been calm. Now, with this final powerful battle approaching, it became even more bustling.
In the gambling houses now, many people stared with bloodshot eyes, hesitating between Zhuge Changtian and Ren Pingsheng. Although many claimed Zhuge Changtian would win, there were always unexpected outcomes. If he lost, wouldn't that mean losing a lot of Spirit Stones?
However, betting on Ren Pingsheng seemed even riskier. Everyone could see that Ren Pingsheng's strength was considerably lower than Zhuge Changtian's; thus, his chances of losing were greater. This hesitation and worry left them indecisive.
"I bet one million High-Grade Spirit Stones on Ren Pingsheng to win." Suddenly a loud shout startled many hesitant individuals as they looked up to see who would dare make such a bet.
Upon seeing this person, many changed their expressions. Whispers filled the air as no one dared to say anything further because anyone who had watched the matches recognized him—it was none other than Ren Pingsheng himself.
Having broken through to Cloud Realm, Ren Pingsheng felt good and decided to take a stroll. When he saw the brightly lit gambling house filled with voices, he went inside to take a look. Upon seeing the odds for himself against Zhuge Changtian, he had a sudden idea to give it a try.
His odds were five to one; meaning if you bet one Spirit Stone and won, you would receive five in return; if you lost, you would lose your stake. Zhuge Changtian's odds were one point five to one; there was still some profit there. So he placed his bet on himself because he aimed for first place and naturally wouldn't weaken his momentum.
The gambling house staff were delighted as they accepted the Spirit Stones and issued proof for Ren Pingsheng. As long as he won, he would receive five million High-Grade Spirit Stones afterward.
A night passed, and when the second day began, Jizhou City was livelier than usual. The news of Ren Pingsheng betting one million High-Grade Spirit Stones had spread. Many people praised his courage, while others laughed at his foolishness. In any case, the reactions varied widely.
The top ten geniuses in Tianwu Square sat quietly in the front row. Their gazes occasionally shifted between Zhuge Changtian and Ren Pingsheng as they speculated about the outcome of the upcoming match. Although they had their guesses, they all understood that anything could happen until the very end, and none dared to draw conclusions too easily.
"Alright, the final match is about to begin," Night Sky Bright said softly from the high platform. Ren Pingsheng and Zhuge Changtian exchanged glances before stepping onto the Arena.
The two stood facing each other, sizing one another up. Ren Pingsheng knew very little about Zhuge Changtian; he had only learned about him through various matches and some rumors from Bai Xiaomen.
Zhuge Changtian also had limited knowledge of Ren Pingsheng. He was aware of some of Ren Pingsheng's deeds within Bai Xiaomen and did not dare to underestimate him. A genius who could make a name for himself in the Southern Region was certainly not an ordinary person.
"I didn't expect my final match would be against you; it's quite surprising," Zhuge Changtian remarked with some emotion.
"I'm not too surprised. Who do you think will emerge victorious in this final match?" Ren Pingsheng asked with a light smile.
"Heh, I believe we both have our answers in mind; there's no need to say them out loud. Once the match concludes, we'll naturally know."
"True enough; one of us will surely be disappointed by then. For now, please enlighten me." His expression turned serious as his aura suddenly erupted.
Zhuge Changtian exhibited a similar demeanor; their auras clashed fiercely in the Arena, each occupying half of it. Neither side yielded an inch, and boundless sharpness collided in the Void, stirring up a Storm Rising above the Arena.
"Wind Thunder Flash, slash!" Ren Pingsheng's Windscar Sword flashed, unleashing a Sword Qi as swift as lightning that cut through Zhuge Changtian's aura and approached him.
"Shatter!" Zhuge Changtian waved his feather fan, and several rays of sunlight-like swords clashed against Wind Thunder Flash, creating a thunderous roar as the wind and thunder dissipated.
"Blazing Sun Like a Prison!" Without pausing, he spun his feather fan again, sending more sharp swords raining down towards Ren Pingsheng. Even before the attack arrived, its terrifying might weighed heavily on him. This was his most formidable and fearsome aspect; if one couldn't withstand it, they would face utter defeat.
"Wind, Cloud, Thunder, protect!" Ren Pingsheng swung his Windscar Sword; Storm Rising and Thunder Light flickered as a Light Barrier appeared out of thin air to shield him. It successfully blocked the overwhelming attack that descended from above with a deafening roar echoing throughout Tianwu Square.
In just two breaths, the Light Barrier began to tremble violently. It seemed on the verge of collapsing under the continuous assault. Many people held their breath, eager to see how Ren Pingsheng would respond.
"Divide!" Ren Pingsheng remained calm as six Phantom Bodies flickered away to a distance while he effortlessly exited Zhuge Changtian's attack range and reached the edge of the Arena on the opposite side.
"Storm of Wind, Cloud, and Thunder!" Just as he moved away, Zhuge Changtian's Light Barrier shattered. However, Ren Pingsheng slashed down with his sword; Cloud Mist enveloped the area as fierce winds howled and Thunder Light flickered throughout the Arena, engulfing Zhuge Changtian in the distance.
"Solar Break, shatter!" A violent sound erupted as Zhuge Changtian shouted from within the mist. A massive beam of light surged forth, breaking through Cloud Mist and wind-driven Thunder. Its terrifying power swept everything aside and charged directly at Ren Pingsheng.
"Heavenly Sword Style, slash!" Ren Pingsheng furrowed his brow as he gripped his sword tightly and struck down fiercely. Two Sword Qis flashed by. The beam of light had already been significantly weakened by Storm of Wind, Cloud, and Thunder; after being hit by these two Sword Qis, it dissipated not far from him.
"Raging Wind Thirteen Kills!" As he executed two strikes, he arrived at the other side of Phantom Body. Thirteen figures were distributed around Arena, surrounding Zhuge Changtian in the center, and thirteen Sword Qi surged forward with unparalleled speed.
"Bang bang..." Zhuge Changtian remained motionless, waving his feather fan to create a Light Barrier that protected him in the center. The Sword Qi struck above, merely creating ripples. The final and more powerful Sword Qi landed on top, causing only a slight tremor.
The clash between the two was fast and fierce, leaving many spectators breathless. At this point, it seemed to be evenly matched. Both had offense and defense, unable to gain the upper hand over each other.
"Very good, your strength is impressive. I haven't seen you use Profound Meaning; it seems your understanding of it isn't very high. However, your fusion of Artistic Conception is quite powerful. Unfortunately for me, it's still a bit lacking," Zhuge Changtian said with a light smile.
"Take this next move, Solar Burial!" After saying this, without waiting for Ren Pingsheng to respond, he waved his feather fan repeatedly. The sunlight rippled like water again, occupying the entire Arena, pressing down towards Ren Pingsheng. This was the very move that had defeated Yin Wuying, who couldn't withstand it at all.
"Wind and Cloud One Sword, slash!" Ren Pingsheng narrowed his eyes, sensing the terrifying temperature of the Surroundings, feeling as if there was nowhere to escape. Without hesitation, he unleashed his newly comprehended Wind and Cloud One Sword with all his might.
This dual-colored Sword Qi, once slashed out, stirred up the turbulent winds and clouds in the Surroundings. Cracks appeared in the Void wherever it passed, moving at an alarming speed. The oppressive waves of sunlight that were advancing were momentarily held back before being shattered by a single strike.
The Sword Qi changed direction and reached in front of Zhuge Changtian. At this moment, an overwhelming sharpness emanated from it, as if it could cut through anything.
"How could this be!" Zhuge Changtian seemed taken aback by everything happening; his face changed dramatically. He waved his feather fan continuously as layers of Light Barrier appeared but collapsed upon contact. In an instant, the Sword Qi was already upon him, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of Blood.
"Damn it, get away from me!" Zhuge Changtian's face turned pale; gone was his previous composure as he shouted angrily. Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from him, causing those who sensed it to feel a wave of panic in their hearts, as if something horrific was about to emerge.
"How could this be? Is it actually a Divine Bloodline?" Ren Pingsheng muttered with a bitter smile. He was all too familiar with this kind of fluctuation; he had remembered it from his earlier battle with Xiao Cangjian. This was clearly the fluctuation caused by the activation of a Divine Bloodline.
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