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As the martial arts tournament approaches, a competition called the Alchemy Gate has begun. This competition is held to assess the strength of various martial arts sects, so most of the participants will be present. Even those not participating can come to observe the skills of the competitors. This has also piqued the interest of the Di Fei.
As the time for the competition draws near, the marketplace is bustling with people, and heroes from all walks of life gather there, creating a lively atmosphere. Di Fei and their group struggle through the crowd and finally enter the venue. Considering the large number of participants and spectators, tall stands have been set up around the arena to accommodate the audience.
With the enthusiastic introduction of the host and the beating of the war drum, the two warriors on the stage engaged in an intense duel. Both of them were agile and their moves were swift, showcasing the prowess of martial arts masters with each technique. The sword energy was fierce, and the palm winds were howling, drawing cheers and applause from the audience.
Zi Yan focused on the continuous sword moves, attempting to incorporate the flowing steps into her own combat skills, while Zhang Tianfeng carefully observed the palm techniques of the male warrior, which were like a violent storm. Di Fei silently contemplated on the side, integrating their techniques into his own thoughts.
The battle was intense and closely fought, with no clear winner. In the end, both sides withdrew from the arena simultaneously, and the martial artists in the audience applauded in admiration of their performance.
However, the atmosphere quickly turned tense after the battle. A middle-aged man dressed in splendid attire stepped onto the stage, his gaze confident and arrogant, wielding a delicate long sword as if to challenge the previous combatants who had just left the arena.
A middle-aged man dressed in magnificent attire steps onto the platform. His gaze is confident and arrogant, and he holds a delicate long sword, seemingly ready to challenge the challenger who just left the platform. He is wearing a deep blue robe, with the hem swaying elegantly and nobly in the wind.
The audience around the platform falls silent, all eyes focused on this middle-aged man. His appearance has aroused the curiosity and discussions of countless people, speculating about which sect he comes from and what his identity might be.
"Esteemed heroes, I am Sword Master Hanlin of the Azure Dragon Sword Sect. Today, I am hosting this arena competition to prove the absolute superiority of my sect! Who dares to challenge me?" His voice was loud, tinged with a hint of pride, and full of confidence.
The atmosphere in the arena became tense as Sword Master Hanlin's voice echoed throughout, making everyone feel his challenge. Many people began to wonder if the strength of the Azure Dragon Sword Sect was truly as he claimed.
Among the crowd, a Young Swordsman stepped forward, his eyes filled with determination as he ascended the platform to face off against Sword Master Hanlin.
The two stood facing each other, the atmosphere becoming tense and intense. Young Swordsman was dressed in a plain white robe, his sharp features exuding confidence, seemingly undaunted by Sword Master Hanlin.
"Sword Master Hanlin, since you are so confident, why don't you let me verify it?" The voice of Young Swordsman was calm but full of determination.
Sword Master Hanlin sneered, gripping his long sword, a hint of challenge flashing in his eyes. He looked down on Young Swordsman, seemingly thinking that the other party was just overestimating their abilities.
With a clear whistle, the figure of Sword Master Hanlin moved swiftly, the long sword flashing with sword light, the swordsmanship fierce and unparalleled. Meanwhile, Young Swordsman stood still, gripping the sword hilt, seemingly waiting for the best opportunity.
The battle quickly began, with Sword Master Hanlin's swordsmanship being fast and precise, each strike carrying astonishing killing intent. However, Young Swordsman's swordsmanship was more elegant, his swordplay agile and unpredictable, each strike seemingly containing endless variations.
The two swordsmen's techniques complemented each other, their sword shadows and sword lights intertwined on the stage, eliciting a gasp from the audience. Sword Master Hanlin's attacks were like a violent storm, while Young Swordsman moved like flowing clouds, full of changes and agility.
As time passed, the battle grew more intense. Sword Master Hanlin began to feel the pressure, his attacks gradually being restrained by his opponent's swordsmanship, no longer as fierce as before. Meanwhile, Young Swordsman's swordsmanship became sharper, as if predicting Sword Master Hanlin's every move. Sword Master Hanlin found himself in a desperate situation, unable to find a breakthrough, his energy gradually waning.
Seeing that he could no longer resist, Sword Master Hanlin stomped fiercely, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger. His sword suddenly accelerated, its shadow piercing towards Young Swordsman like lightning.
However, Young Swordsman's gaze remained calm, his swordsmanship becoming more fierce, as if he had turned into the wind, easily evading Sword Master Hanlin's attacks. Then, his sword tip suddenly drew a beautiful arc, aiming directly for Sword Master Hanlin's wrist.
Sword Master Hanlin was shocked and could only retreat hastily, but it was already too late. The tip of the Young Swordsman's sword grazed, leaving a faint bloodstain as Sword Master Hanlin's wrist was lightly injured.
Sword Master Hanlin's face instantly turned pale as he finally realized his miscalculation. The Young Swordsman's swordsmanship was exquisite and mysterious. In a short amount of time, he had turned the tables from being the suppressed party.
Young Swordsman had a faint smile on his face as he walked towards Sword Master Hanlin.
"Ridiculous, the sword master of the Canglong Sword Sect was actually defeated by an unknown person," he said with a contemptuous and mocking tone.
Sword Master Hanlin Upon hearing this, his face turned even uglier, but he had nothing to say. He was indeed defeated by Young Swordsman, and he couldn't deny this fact.
"So, who dares to challenge me?" The man looked around, his gaze as sharp as a sword.
At this moment, a figure walked out from the audience, it was Zhang Tianfeng. There was a hint of a cold smile on his face, and a challenging look in his eyes.
"I am willing to challenge you," Zhang Tianfeng's voice was calm, but determined.
The crowd's attention once again focused on the arena, where Zhang Tianfeng and the man faced off, as if it had become the most important scene in the whole event.
A hint of disdain flashed in the man's eyes as he wielded his long sword, preparing to engage with Zhang Tianfeng. A more thrilling battle was about to unfold, and the atmosphere in the arena grew increasingly tense, with the audience holding their breath.
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