"Hmph! You coward, hiding your face!"
"I am Shen Rongguang of the Tian Nan Shen Clan. I’d advise you to know what’s good for you and get off the stage yourself. It’ll save you the embarrassnt later!"
Shen Rongguang swaggered across the stage to stand before Shen Changchuan, his gaze arrogant as he spoke boisterously.
His every word dripped with condescension.
This wasn’t just so brainless, random taunt.
It was because...
he was more than ninety percent certain he would win this fight.
This was no exaggeration.
It was a fact.
In the Immortal Cultivation Realm,
Cultivators from the cities were generally far more formidable than those from the countryside.
Likewise, Cultivators from major families were stronger than most of the Loose Cultivators out in the world.
This was determined by their respective circumstances.
For example, a Cultivator from a major family,
even one from a branch family, had access to resources like Cultivation Experience that were far beyond the reach of any Loose Cultivator, giving them a higher starting point and a greater advantage.
Setting aside everything else, just look at the mastery of Magic techniques.
A Cultivator from a major family could consult with their elders and predecessors to obtain a rational set of Cultivation Techniques. While practicing their Magic, they could receive guidance from within the family and access annotated Cultivation Experience from past mbers in the Scripture Pavilion for that specific Technique.
This allowed Cultivators from major families to reach a deeper level of mastery simply by focusing and dedicating enough ti and effort.
In comparison,
what about the Loose Cultivators of the outside world?
Unless they were one of the very few with Heaven-defying luck—who might, for instance, discover a predecessor’s cavern residence and soar to new heights by obtaining a profound legacy, or receive guidance from a great personage and investnt from a major power due to their outstanding talent—
they were otherwise dood to a life of toil, scrambling day and night just to earn enough Cultivation Resources.
Many of them lacked the ti and resources to even advance their Cultivation Realm. How could they possibly spare the Spirit Stones to purchase powerful Magic Techniques?
For people like them, mastering even three to five powerful combat Magic Techniques was already considered an impressive achievent!
Furthermore, during their Cultivation of Magic, the lack of guidance from predecessors on the proper thods ant they could easily go astray. This often led to their Magic Cultivation getting stuck at a bottleneck, unable to advance even an inch.
Unless one possessed extraordinary Comprehension, it was nearly impossible to cultivate a Magic Technique to a deep level.
This was an unchangeable reality.
In recent years, Shen Rongguang had traveled far and wide with his big brother Zhongshan, gaining so worldly experience and a clear understanding of this situation.
More importantly, they had arrived at this Wu Family Collection two or three months ago and had stayed for so ti. He had an even better grasp of the skill level of the low-to-mid-tier Cultivators in this remote and Barbaric Land.
This place was even more barren and backward than the countryside near Tian Nan City.
What kind of expert could possibly erge from a place like this?
Thus, Shen Rongguang naturally felt psychologically superior to the local Cultivators.
And what elevated this psychological advantage to an even higher level...
was the fact that the Shopkeeper from the Wanghu Comrce Association had already colluded with him.
Due to the other party’s scheming, their ace fighter would not be able to make it.
At the sa ti, most of the Qi Introduction Sixth Layer Peak experts near Wu Family Collection had been bought off or warned away.
The best his opponent could possibly hire would be so second or third-class nobody.
Under such circumstances,
how could Shen Rongguang not be filled with pride?
In his eyes,
this arena battle was already won before it had even begun!
’A re second- or third-class local...’
’How could I possibly lose?’
With such arrogance,
it was all perfectly normal.
"Shen Rongguang? Never heard of him."
Shen Changchuan remained outwardly impassive, showing no reaction to Shen Rongguang’s words.
Inwardly, however, he breathed a small sigh of relief.
’Though the internal struggles of the family are fierce,’
’there is one ancestral rule that has always been upheld and has never changed.’
’And that is, the family’s more outstanding disciples will receive a greater share of the resources.’
’Within the family,’
’a small competition is held every year, followed by a large one every three years.’
’The amount of Cultivation Resources the family invests in its disciples is determined by their performance in these competitions.’
’And the reason that one fellow ended up "committing suicide" with seven stab wounds to the back was most likely related to his excellent performance and high ranking in the triennial family competition.’
’But the matter was too complicated, and the Shen Changchuan of that ti didn’t dare investigate too deeply.’
’Because of that incident, however, I made a point of learning about the family’s competition system.’
’As a result, I’ve heard of the more powerful disciples currently in the Shen Family.’
’At the very least,’
’this Shen Rongguang’s na is not among the nas of those formidable Shen Clan disciples.’
However,
as Shen Changchuan’s gaze swept past Shen Rongguang to the few Shen Clan mbers supporting him below the stage, his eyes narrowed slightly on one particular figure.
’Is that... Shen Cunrui? What is that kid doing there?’
Although he was sowhat surprised,
Shen Changchuan concealed it well. No one noticed a thing.
anwhile,
faced with Shen Changchuan’s "indifference,"
Shen Rongguang felt insulted.
A re country bumpkin dared to treat a mber of the Shen Family like he was nothing?!
He was so furious he laughed.
"Very good!"
"If I let you walk off this stage on your own two feet, then I, Shen Rongguang, will write my na backward from now on!"
Shen Changchuan focused his Heart Spirit, but his expression remained calm. He simply said flatly,
"Talk is useless. Let’s begin."
"Hmph! You’re courting death!"
With a cold snort, the enraged Shen Rongguang wasted no more ti. His hands fluttered like butterflies.
A gleam of Magical Power flashed in his hands, instantly coalescing into a sharp, three-foot-long sword that hovered in the air before him, glinting with a cold light.
From the mont he ford the hand seals for the Technique to the Gathering Sword Technique forming the Magic Sword, less than a single breath of ti had passed!
A look of pride appeared on Shen Rongguang’s face.
’This is the advantage of being a disciple from a major family, of having soone to teach and guide you!’
’If it were any other ordinary Cultivator, even if they had cultivated the Gathering Sword Technique, it would take them at least two or three breaths to go from chanting the Technique to condensing a Magical Power Light Saber.’
’That ti difference is enough to decide the outco of a battle!’
’A re country bumpkin dares to be so arrogant!’
’He probably hasn’t even finished chanting his Technique, so where does he get the confidence to fight ?!’
Shen Rongguang thought coldly,
deciding to instantly defeat this fool who didn’t know what was good for him with a single blow,
and teach him a profound lesson.
However,
the mont he looked up,
several three-foot-long Wind Blades had already torn through the air, appearing high above him.
With lightning speed, they ca slashing down at his head!
"What?!!!"
The sudden turn of events made Shen Rongguang’s expression change in horror.
’How can he be so fast?!’
But in the face of crisis, Shen Rongguang had no ti to think.
He could only instinctively raise his fingers, still forming the hand seals, and command the Magic Sword to block.
In an instant, the Magic Sword hovering before him shot upward like a Wandering Dragon, whistling as it slashed toward the incoming Wind Blades!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The light of the Magic Sword and the Wind Blades clashed head-on, creating a violent collision and a deafening roar.
At almost the sa ti,
a powerful explosion of Magical Power erupted. A shockwave of air, visible to the naked eye, swept outwards, and the entire stage trembled violently.
The Magic Sword created by Shen Rongguang’s Gathering Sword Technique consecutively shattered two of the Wind Blades.
But now,
after destroying two Wind Blades, the light of the condensed Magical Power sword had completely dimd.
If one looked closely, they could see that the once-crystalline blade was now covered in a dense web of tiny cracks!
After directly confronting and breaking two Wind Blades, the Gathering Sword Technique had clearly reached its limit!
Sure enough,
as the third Wind Blade slashed down,
the phantom of the longsword instantly disintegrated!
It was crushed like a dead branch!
The remaining Wind Blades followed close behind.
Unobstructed, they struck the still-reeling Shen Rongguang like lightning.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Several more muffled explosions rang out as bursts of Magical Power swept forth, kicking up a gale that extended for dozens of feet.
Shen Rongguang’s figure staggered backward,
taking seven or eight steps back!
At that mont, however,
his body was covered by a faint white light screen, incredibly dim and filled with a dense web of fine cracks.
The source of this Magical Power light screen was a Heart-Protecting Mirror hanging on his chest!
It was a Magical Artifact,
a defensive Magical Artifact!
The mont the Wind Blades crashed down on him, the power of the Heart-Protecting Mirror activated, blocking the terrifying attacks.
It saved Shen Rongguang from a grievous injury.
Even so,
his situation was by no ans good!
Taking three Wind Blade Techniques head-on in such a short ti, with their powerful force erupting one after another, had nearly destroyed the Magical Power circuits within the Heart-Protecting Mirror. Its Spiritual nature had also been severely damaged.
If he wanted to use it again, he would have to pay a considerable price to repair it after the battle!
But,
how could Shen Changchuan possibly give him ti to catch his breath?
The very mont Shen Rongguang was knocked back and his Heart-Protecting Mirror was damaged,
FWOOSH! FWOOSH! FWOOSH!
The still-shaken Shen Rongguang had not yet recovered from this sudden turn of events,
when five consecutive crimson, basketball-sized Fireballs, wreathed in scorching heat that sent waves of warmth across half the stage, ca hurtling down toward his head once again!
The attack was too fast, too ferocious! Shen Rongguang had no ti to even breathe!
This ti, he had no way to defend himself!
BOOOOM!
Accompanied by a violent roar, the fla storm from the colliding Fireball Technique engulfed his figure in an instant!
In the blink of an eye,
a figure, charred black from head to toe, fell from the stage like a rag doll.
All of this took a long ti to describe,
but in reality, from the mont Shen Rongguang made his threat and attacked to the mont Shen Changchuan defeated him,
less than five breaths had passed.
The surrounding area, which had been bustling with noise,
filled with people discussing who would win or lose, or betting on how many moves one could withstand,
was as if soone had pressed the pause button.
A sudden, deathly silence!
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