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"This..."
The thousands of spectators in the Arena looked at each other in confusion.
Lin Qiubai's strength was evident; anyone who dared to speak such words must have some basis for it.
But what qualifications did Zhuang Bifan have?
However, when Zhuang Bifan revealed his cultivation at the Third Layer of Yuan Dan Realm and his mastery of the Fivefold Sword Intent, those who questioned him fell silent.
Although Zhuang Bifan was one level weaker than Gu Lie in terms of cultivation,
his understanding of Sword Intent was actually two levels deeper than Gu Lie's!
The increase in combat power from two levels of Realm would undoubtedly surpass that from one level of cultivation.
Especially in Zhuang Bifan's hands, the enhancement of Realm to combat power was even more terrifying.
The outcome was unpredictable!
The Upperclassmen couldn't help but entertain an absurd thought.
"It seems that Blood Blade Gu Lie has very little chance of winning..."
"Where did this mastery of five levels of Realm come from?!"
Some Upperclassmen were puzzled.
Lin Qiubai's Realm had already crushed the Upperclassmen.
Even Zhuang Bifan has achieved a mastery level of fifty percent in Realm.
What does this mean?
How can these Upperclassman feel about this?
A chill ran through the hearts of the Upperclassman.
Lin Qiubai and Zhuang Bifan have such profound mastery in Realm that even those Upperclassman who have been cultivating in the Holy Land for two years must look up to them.
It seems that only the very top Upperclassman can compare with them!
Thinking of this, the Upperclassman below the Arena turned red in the face, feeling extremely frustrated.
After spending a year in the Holy Land, they find themselves inferior to a freshman... If this gets out, they would be laughed at!
...
Zhuang Bifan wore a smile, thoroughly enjoying the atmosphere of being looked up to.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze calm as he looked at Gu Lie.
"You don't need to dwell on your loss; after all, you and I are no longer on the same level."
This line was typically part of Lin Qiubai's show-off repertoire.
Lin Qiubai liked to flaunt after defeating an opponent.
His style of showing off was very unique, one of a kind with no other like it.
Just now in the Arena, Zhuang Bifan felt that Lin Qiubai's display was incredibly impressive and had a shocking effect, so he couldn't help but imitate him.
However, the context in which Lin Qiubai said this was quite subtle.
At that moment, Lin Qiubai had just defeated Gu Lie with a single move, and the scene was already very dramatic.
In the Arena, thousands of spectators were trembling with excitement, their eyes wide in disbelief.
Coupled with Lin Qiubai's rising momentum, these two elements seamlessly combined, forming a towering presence that weighed heavily on the thousands of spectators.
It created an immense sense of pressure.
Among the thousand people present, no one dared to confront Lin Qiubai!
Nor did anyone question Lin Qiubai's words in the slightest.
This is Lin Qiubai's brilliance.
His subtle control over emotions and momentum had reached an extraordinary level; he didn't need to deliberately show off, yet every action contained an evolved form of display that was perfected to its extreme.
As for Zhuang Bifan's imitation...
It was somewhat like trying to paint a tiger but ending up with a dog instead.
It was awkward; he merely mimicked Lin Qiubai's form without capturing his essence.
Not only did he fail to impress the audience, but he also drew considerable resentment.
Thus, Gu Lie looked at Zhuang Bifan, his anger boiling, his long knife crossed over his chest, his killing intent surging, and his battle spirit soaring.
"You are so arrogant; I will definitely dislocate your arm later!"
Gu Lie glared at Zhuang Bifan with hatred, his expression fierce. Today, he came as an Upperclassman specifically to humiliate and intimidate the freshmen.
It was one thing to be crushed by Lin Qiubai; Gu Lie could endure that.
Lin Qiubai was strong, exuding an air of superiority in every word and action, as if all the geniuses in the world were nothing but insignificant creatures.
This was not arrogance or hubris; it was the demeanor of someone who had ascended Mount Tai while others were still at the foot of the mountain.
But Zhuang Bifan imitating Lin Qiubai was just trying too hard to show off, which was infuriating!
Gu Lie was unconvinced; he was the pinnacle of combat power among the first-year students of the Sect.
Although he had lost to Lin Qiubai, that did not mean he was weak!
"Do you think just because I lost once, everyone will see me as a soft persimmon? Hmph! Let me tell you, not just anyone can defeat me like Lin Qiubai!"
Gu Lie sneered, his Sword Intent surging wildly around him like a raging flood, creating a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees that filled half of the Arena.
The entire sky was filled with black sword shadows, resembling a falling meteor shower, magnificent beyond compare.
"If I unleash my Heaven-Overturning Blade for thirty-six strikes, even a beginner in the Yuan Dan Realm will surely lose.
If I unleash seventy-two strikes, even a fourth-level warrior in the Yuan Dan Realm will have to avoid my blade.
With one hundred and eight strikes, I once helped myself slay Zhou Bao. Today, defeating you is a certainty!"
Gu Lie let out a low shout.
The shadows of the knife in his hand rapidly overlapped! It was clear he was fully exerting himself to activate the Martial Arts.
One after another, dark knife shadows were slashed out, which then condensed in the void into a three-meter-long black blade, with flames raging on its edge.
Even the surrounding space was distorted and deformed by the energy contained within it.
"Go!"
In an instant, Gu Lie swung out seventy-two blades, then suddenly withdrew his attack with a low shout.
The massive three-meter blade locked onto Zhuang Bifan and rushed towards him.
Zhuang Bifan sneered repeatedly; how dare he flaunt such a mere king-level Martial Arts move?
What a frog in a well.
Zhuang Bifan didn't want to belittle Gu Lie. He possessed three types of low-grade king-level Martial Arts, one type of high-grade king-level Martial Arts, and one type of middle-grade king-level Movement Technique, all at a perfected level. Any one of these Martial Arts would be enough to crush Gu Lie.
This was the terrifying foundation of the Second Body, something ordinary people could hardly reach.
He was destined to crush all his enemies.
Of course, that freak Lin Qiubai was an exception!
"Blood Zha Tian Mang..."
Zhuang Bifan silently shouted in his heart as the vital energy from his arm surged wildly into his dual swords. With his left hand, he swung the sword forward in a slash.
In an instant, the right hand wielded the Longsword again, striking precisely at the same spot without a hint of deviation, demonstrating exquisite control to the utmost degree.
The left and right hands continuously unleashed Blood Qi, cycling through this rhythm. Each sword strike landed upon the Void, transforming into nothingness...
However, as the Blood Qi dissipated, an oval-shaped Blood Egg began to expand within the entire Void.
Thousands of spectators held their breath, watching as the Blood Egg was born from the Void.
Their faces were filled with astonishment as they struggled to swallow.
What terrifying Martial Arts is this?!
It is truly extraordinary!
In the blink of an eye, Zhuang Bifan had already unleashed over a hundred sword strikes, his movements as swift as a propeller, leaving only afterimages behind.
"Crack..."
With a sharp sound, the oval Blood Egg shattered the Void and descended heavily above the Arena.
The blood-colored shell disintegrated into countless particles upon encountering the wind, and then a hundred-meter-long Blood Python shot out.
Gu Lie's three-foot-long blade shattered upon contact...
In an instant, the Blood Python collided with Gu Lie's position.
Gu Lie's face turned pale, a deep fear rising within him, despair evident on his face.
This move was extremely difficult to block; even if he swung his blade one hundred and eight times, it would be in vain.
"Defeated..."
Gu Lie felt lost and speechless after suffering two consecutive defeats. The blow was significant enough that he even forgot to dodge.
The Martial Arts Pavilion Master, who was monitoring the Arena, swiftly waved his sleeve and subdued the Blood Python with a single move.
"Tsk tsk... This year's newcomers are truly full of surprises; another newcomer has emerged who can defeat Gu Lie in one move!"
The Vice Master of the Martial Arts Pavilion nodded in praise, directing his gaze toward Lin Qiubai.
"It's my turn now; Gu Lie, don't go anywhere!"
Yuan Chonghuan swiftly leaped onto the Arena.
The upperclassmen collectively broke into a sweat. Were these seven troublemakers really planning to establish their authority by taking down the top-ranked Gu Lie?
The expressions of the second, third, and fourth-ranked upperclassmen were awkward...
Gu Lie's face rapidly shifted between pale, gloomy, ashen, and flushed, changing like a face in a play.
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