"Chu Qingyun, surrender. You have no chance of winning!"
Zhao Xiaolong's expression was calm, yet his words carried an undeniable authority.
Everyone from the Zhao Family, from Zhao Yongzhi down to the servants, wore smiles of satisfaction and vindication.
Chu Qingyun's previous display of ruthless power had left an indelible shadow on their hearts.
But now, things were different. A Half-step Martial Spirit Level expert had stepped in; he was certain to defeat him in one blow!
Hidden deep within the crowd, Grand Commander Chu Yu's brows furrowed deeply.
They hadn't anticipated that the Zhao Family had a Half-Step Martial Spirit in hiding, so they had no counterasures prepared.
Now, their only hope was that Chu Qingyun could defeat Zhao Xiaolong.
Otherwise, he would have to intervene and save Chu Qingyun. Doing so would tip their hand, scaring the Martial Spirits from the Martial Soul Hall into hiding, and their entire plan would fail.
But thinking of the gap between them, Grand Commander Chu Yu sighed inwardly in resignation.
'An eighth-level Martial Artist against a Half-Step Martial Spirit… The gap is just too vast…'
No one believed Chu Qingyun could win.
Everyone looked at him with pity.
Everyone believed Zhao Xiaolong could finish Chu Qingyun in a single move!
This collective sentint ford a crushing pressure, which combined with Zhao Xiaolong's powerful aura and bore down on Chu Qingyun.
It placed imnse pressure on him!
Yet, under this imnse pressure, the corners of Chu Qingyun's mouth lifted into a faint smile.
'So what if no one believes in ?'
'A Half-Step Martial Spirit? So what?'
'Today, I will fight and show you all!'
'Today, I will make you all understand that an eighth-level Martial Artist can defeat a Half-Step Martial Spirit!'
An intense fighting spirit erupted from Chu Qingyun, shattering the formless pressure and broadcasting his resolve to everyone present!
He wasn't just going to fight!
He was going to win!
Sensing this fighting spirit, Zhao Xiaolong, who had been so calm, felt his expression shift.
He hadn't expected that the pressure he had deliberately exerted would backfire. Instead of crushing Chu Qingyun, it had ignited a raging fighting spirit within him.
As a battle-hardened warrior, Zhao Xiaolong knew that an opponent like this was terrifying.
At a ti like this, he had to act decisively and use overwhelming force to suppress this fighting spirit.
"Brat, co with to see the ancestor!"
With a low roar, Zhao Xiaolong attacked without hesitation.
He lunged at Chu Qingyun, Primordial Power surging in his palm as he reached out to grab him.
"Good!"
"Face my sword!"
Chu Qingyun roared, the surging fighting spirit within him erupting completely.
In a rare move, he gripped his sword with both hands. He didn't even use a Sword Technique, simply pouring all his strength into a single downward slash.
This one strike represented his determination, his fearless heart!
CRACKLE…
Where they clashed, Primordial Power and Thunder Power collided violently.
A Half-Step Martial Spirit, whether in strength or Primordial Power, far surpasses an eighth-level Martial Artist.
However, Chu Qingyun's strike was enhanced by the Profound Celestial Divine Pattern and backed by the might of a Spirit Level Divine Weapon. For a mont, even Zhao Xiaolong couldn't easily break through it.
"Stop struggling. Do you really think a re eighth-level Martial Artist can defeat a Half-Step Martial Spirit?" Zhao Xiaolong said coldly.
"Victory isn't decided by words," Chu Qingyun retorted with a sneer.
A flash of anger crossed Zhao Xiaolong's eyes.
Chu Qingyun's words were a clear jab at his earlier attempt to use psychological pressure for an easy victory, which had backfired and instead ignited his opponent's fighting spirit.
"Brat, I'll show you the true power of a Half-Step Martial Spirit!"
"Broken Jade Palm!"
Forcing Chu Qingyun back, Zhao Xiaolong unleashed a Spirit Level Palm Technique. His Primordial Power condensed into a jade-like giant palm the size of a washbasin, which hurtled toward Chu Qingyun's head amidst fierce gusts of wind.
"Thunder Sword Montum!"
Not to be outdone, Chu Qingyun gripped his sword with both hands and unleashed his strongest attack.
With a single thrust, a torrent of violent Thunder Power enveloped his Sword Montum, fearlessly crashing against Zhao Xiaolong's Broken Jade Palm.
BOOM!
Another violent collision.
The giant palm shattered and the lightning exploded, sending chaotic streams of Primordial Power and lightning blasting in all directions!
The rockeries crumbled and trees shattered as everything nearby was riddled with holes from the blast. The onlookers retreated again and again, terrified of being caught in the slightest shockwave.
The intensity of a Half-step Martial Spirit Level battle was more than ten tis that of the previous ones!
Amidst the chaos, ten dark green vines shot out like javelins, piercing through the maelstrom of Primordial Power and lightning to stab at Zhao Xiaolong.
Long before using the Thunder Sword Montum, Chu Qingyun had already prepared his Ten-star Vine Martial Soul.
"Damn it…"
Zhao Xiaolong cursed under his breath and instantly summoned his own Martial Soul. A blood-red long spear appeared in his hand.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! With a series of rapid thrusts, his spear deflected all ten vines.
In their initial exchange, the two were surprisingly evenly matched. Moreover, Chu Qingyun wasn't just passively defending; he even managed to launch his own attacks!
This scene left all the onlookers speechless with shock.
This wasn't how they had imagined the fight would go!
A shadow of doubt fell over the mbers of the Zhao Family.
His repeated attacks had failed to subdue Chu Qingyun, who had even found openings to counterattack. Zhao Xiaolong was now both furious and anxious, his calm deanor gone.
"Brat, die!"
"Blood Shadow Spear Flash!"
Zhao Xiaolong roared, unleashing a Soul Technique as he thrust his spear at Chu Qingyun.
As the blood-colored spear shot forward, its tip flickered erratically, making it impossible to predict its trajectory. It was impossible to defend against, and even harder to dodge.
"Ten-Star Vine!"
With a low cry, Chu Qingyun converged the ten vines in front of him. They overlapped and intertwined, lashing out repeatedly at Zhao Xiaolong's Blood Spear Martial Soul.
'I don't care where the tip is aid, I'll just knock the whole spear aside!'
The relentless lashing knocked the spear completely off course. Seizing the opportunity, Chu Qingyun slashed viciously at Zhao Xiaolong with his sword.
Gritting his teeth, Zhao Xiaolong had no choice but to retract his spear to defend.
The two were instantly locked in a chaotic lee.
Zhao Xiaolong had a higher Realm and tyrannical strength, and his Martial Soul was Tier Three.
But Chu Qingyun had also deployed his full arsenal: the Thundercloud Sword, the Profound Celestial Divine Pattern, a King-level Sword Technique, and the Ten-Star Vine. He was using every tool at his disposal.
Although Zhao Xiaolong was on the offensive most of the ti, he couldn't truly defeat Chu Qingyun. Instead, Chu Qingyun would occasionally find an opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack.
They exchanged over a hundred moves, but the fight remained a stalemate. Neither could gain the upper hand.
"How many moves has it been? There's still no winner. If they keep fighting, this courtyard will be completely destroyed…"
"He's too strong! To fight a Half-Step Martial Spirit for so long at the realm of an eighth-level Martial Artist is simply unbelievable!"
"With this kind of talent, he'll definitely break through to the Martial Spirit realm with ease in the future. He's destined to beco a super-expert who dominates a region!"
The crowd buzzed with discussion.
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