Everyone was dumbfounded.
No one expected that Ye Qingchen would actually defeat Zhao Kui, and even more effortlessly than when he faced Zhu Yun and Yun Xiaolong. With just one palm strike, he blasted Zhao Kui off the stage.
"What?"
The cheers from the crowd of Shengyuan Country ca to an abrupt halt, their faces turning red with embarrassnt.
"How could this be?"
Zhao Kui’s face was livid, looking extrely embarrassed.
Earlier, he had thought Ye Qingchen was not his match, but now, having been blasted off the stage, the outco was a severe slap in his face.
"This guy, he won again!"
Lu Changsheng clenched his fists, almost grinding his teeth to powder.
He always believed Ye Qingchen wasn’t his rival, but this very young man had continuously advanced in the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference, doing so with even more ease and grace than Lu himself.
A surge of hatred welled up from his heart!
The disciples who had entered this round were already not weak, yet what was shocking was that Ye Qingchen had easily defeated Zhao Kui, becoming the most unexpected dark horse of this Sword Fighting Conference.
This ti, even Shen Ming cast a sidelong glance, appearing sowhat surprised.
"Senior Brother Shen Ming, this boy is really sothing; despite having only reached the Spiritual Sea Seventh Heaven, he managed to consecutively defeat Zhu Yun and Yun Xiaolong! And now he defeated Zhao Kui in this match!" marveled a disciple from the True Martial Sect.
"Who said this boy’s only at Spiritual Sea Seventh Heaven? He’s been hiding his true strength; his cultivation has already reached the Spiritual Sea Eighth Heaven!" True Martial Sect Leader narrowed his eyes, a sharp light gleaming, "According to my estimation, he’s mastered at least over five hundred Wind Realms!"
Hissss!
As soon as he said this, many disciples of the True Martial Sect were astonished, their eyes filled with shock.
Know this.
The realm is the most powerful thod available to a cultivator.
The more realms one masters, the more one’s strength increases.
When integrated into a sword, it becos Sword Intent. When integrated into fist techniques, it becos Battle Intent...
For ordinary people, comprehending even one realm is incredibly difficult. Yet this boy has actually comprehended over a hundred realms.
"So what?"
Shen Ming sat there, looking proud, "Even if he is at the Spiritual Sea Eighth Heaven, so what? Even if he has comprehended over five hundred Wind Realms, so what? In my eyes, he is still nothing!"
As he spoke, his back straightened, exuding an aura of dominance over the world.
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a surge of boldness.
Indeed!
No matter how strong Ye Qingchen’s strength was, so what?
Can he be compared with Shen Ming?
At Celestial Martial Plaza, the competition was still ongoing.
After Ye Qingchen defeated Zhao Kui, his montum directly threatened Master Tianxiong and Gu Xunhong.
During this period.
Ye Qingchen also encountered Lu Changsheng.
"Lu Changsheng, you should concede!"
Ye Qingchen’s expression was calm.
Even during the qualifiers, Lu Changsheng couldn’t do anything to him, and now it was even more impossible for him to be his match.
"Concede? Impossible!"
Lu Changsheng clenched his fists, a hint of sha and anger flashing in his eyes.
His pride wouldn’t allow him to bow his head to Ye Qingchen.
Understand this.
In his eyes, Ye Qingchen was nothing more than an ant, completely unworthy of his attention. But the results showed Ye Qingchen constantly creating miracles, not only firmly holding a spot on the Bronze Ranking but also acquiring the first Sword Fighting Token, and now advancing to the fourth round.
The strength he displayed was imasurably stronger than his own.
He couldn’t let an ant trample over his head!
"Enough, make your move!"
Ye Qingchen shook his head helplessly.
Boom!
Once he finished speaking.
The True Qi within Lu Changsheng, who was at the Spiritual Sea Ninth Heaven, surged out like a torrent. In an instant, the silver longsword in his hand turned a bright blue. At the sa ti, his wrist shook and a fierce sword light shot directly towards Ye Qingchen.
This sword light exploded into thirty-six at the mont it reached Ye Qingchen.
"Roar!"
In an instant.
The thirty-six sword lights rolled violently, with their sword light soaring to the sky. Even great waves of True Qi surrounded the sword lights, forming fierce flood dragons.
"Thirty-Six Flood Dragon Swords!"
At this mont, it was as if thirty-six wild dragons were roaring, snarling, and galloping as they attacked thirty-six vital points on Ye Qingchen’s body.
It was by relying on this sword technique that Lu Changsheng had barely advanced step by step.
He assud that even if Ye Qingchen could block this move, he had countless follow-up killing moves to execute. As the saying goes, the longer you defend, the more mistakes you’ll make, providing him with a chance to turn the tables if Ye Qingchen made a mistake.
However.
Lu Changsheng obviously overestimated himself and simultaneously underestimated Ye Qingchen’s strength.
Just as the thirty-six wild dragons were about to tear towards Ye Qingchen, he remained unfazed, reaching forward with his big hand, steady and slow. His gesture seed as casual as plucking an item from the bag but ended up like an all-encompassing prison, blotting out the sun and the sky!
"Zheng!"
In an instant.
Ye Qingchen directly grabbed Lu Changsheng’s sword.
"What?"
Lu Changsheng’s expression changed.
He felt as if Ye Qingchen’s hand was a gigantic iron clamp, not able to break free no matter how much strength he exerted.
However, before he could react, he saw Ye Qingchen give a gentle shake to the sword tip he held. A terrifying force swung Lu Changsheng, flinging him off the stage like an arrow leaving the bow, crashing into the ground hard, creating a several ters deep crater!
"You’re defeated!"
Ye Qingchen’s gaze was calm.
Nevertheless, upon hearing these words.
Lu Changsheng’s face twisted, and he let out a roar.
"Ye Qingchen!"
Although thrown off the stage, he showed no intention of conceding.
After landing, he stomped the ground fiercely with both feet and charged back towards the stage with even more speed than before. At the sa ti, with a grab of his hand, countless flying swords ford in the air, all of which shot violently towards Ye Qingchen.
This sudden turn of events imdiately caused an uproar all around, with many disciples exclaiming in surprise.
After losing, not only did he refuse to concede, but he also resorted to a sneak attack, reaching the epito of shalessness.
"Hmph!"
Ye Qingchen’s eyes flashed with a hint of anger.
Flicking his fingers.
The longsword he had seized from Lu Changsheng turned into a streak of light, whistling out.
"Swoosh!"
A ripping sound echoed.
As the sword shadow passed through, the flying swords disintegrated like bubbles, turning into nothingness. The sword shadow then flew straight towards Lu Changsheng.
"Not good!"
Lu Changsheng’s face changed dramatically, trying to dodge. Yet he realized that all his escape routes were sealed by this sword.
He had no chance to evade.
"Puff!"
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd.
The sword pierced through Lu Changsheng’s chest and exited through his back. The imnse power on its blade pinned Lu Changsheng back to the ground, rendering him unable to move.
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