For the past two days, Su Zimo had not appeared at all and had been in seclusion in his cave abode, attempting to break through to Level 9 Qi Condensation.
On the night of the Spirit Peak face-off, Su Zimo consumed his second Spirit Gathering Elixir.
Su Zimo's body seemed to have turned into a vortex as spirit qi surged endlessly into his body through his right hand, gushing towards his dantian.
The spirit qi in Su Zimo's dantian expanded endlessly like an ocean.
After an unknown period of time, Su Zimo shuddered and opened his eyes. In the darkness, two divine lights shone brightly before disappearing.
Level 9 Qi Condensation!
After joining the sect for less than a year, Su Zimo had finally reached Level 9 Qi Condensation.
Even in the entire cultivation world, that cultivation speed was not considered slow.
At that moment, Su Zimo sensed the changes in his dantian carefully with a puzzled expression.
According to the Qi Condensation manual, Level 10 Qi Condensation, also known as Perfected Qi Condensation, would cause a quantitative change in the spirit qi in the dantian.
In other words, a sea of qi would form in the dantian.
That was also the reason why it took more time and resources to advance from Level 9 Qi Condensation to Perfected Qi Condensation, as well as the difficulty of breaking through.
But now, Su Zimo had just advanced to Level 9 Qi Condensation and a vast sea of qi had formed in his dantian!
This was completely different from the introduction of the Qi Condensation manual.
This meant that Su Zimo at Level 9 Qi Condensation would not be weaker than Feng Haoyu at Perfected Qi Condensation in terms of spirit qi!
Su Zimo smiled and was suddenly filled with anticipation and confidence for the battle tomorrow.
…
The next morning.
When Su Zimo walked out of his cave abode, there were already many cultivators waiting outside for him to come out of seclusion.
They were Little Fatty, Xue Yi and many other Weapon Peak disciples.
"Bro, you're finally out! Eh? Bro, you're already at Level 9 Qi Condensation? "Little Fatty's eyes lit up.
Su Zimo smiled and nodded.
"The number one of Spirit Peak this time round is Feng Haoyu?" Su Zimo asked.
Everyone nodded.
Recalling Feng Haoyu's performance yesterday, everyone's expression was somewhat solemn. Their gazes towards Su Zimo revealed a trace of worry.
In their hearts, even if Su Zimo had stepped into the ninth level of Qi Condensation, the gap between him and Feng Haoyu was just too great.
Little Fatty whispered, "During the Spirit Peak face-off yesterday, Feng Haoyu did not even use his sect's secret skill to obtain number one. It's clear that he did not use his full strength. Big Brother, you should be more careful today. "
"Oh, so powerful?" Su Zimo laughed.
Xue Yi also smiled and said, "Junior Brother Su, don't feel any pressure in this battle. Just give it your all. If you lose, so be it. After all, you are already number one in two peaks."
"That's right. It doesn't matter even if that Feng Haoyu wins against you. Us disciples of Weapon Peak aren't good at fighting in the first place. It's not embarrassing even if we lose."
Su Zimo smiled and asked, "Where is the location of today's battle?"
"Array Peak's spirit arena!" Little Fatty replied.
"Array Peak, is it?" Su Zimo murmured softly as a strange look flashed through his eyes.
Ever since he left Array Peak three months ago, he had not returned.
Sensing Su Zimo's strange expression, Little Fatty was worried and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong, bro? Is there anything wrong with Array Peak?"
"Nothing."
Su Zimo shook his head and did not explain, waving his hand. "Let's go. I'll go test out the capabilities of the number one of Spirit Peak."
…
It had only been a day and many disciples had gathered on Array Peak once more.
Other than the trial disciples of the five peaks, some inner sect disciples had also rushed over to watch the show. Chen Yu of the Disciplinary Hall who had a grudge with Su Zimo was among them.
The five Peak Masters were all present.
Array Peak's spirit arena was right beside the Ten Formations Pagoda and the Ten Formations Stele.
Feng Haoyu had arrived early and stood on the spirit arena with his hands behind his back with a proud expression.
Before long, Su Zimo and the others arrived on their flying swords and arrived before the spirit arena.
Su Zimo's appearance attracted countless gazes.
"Fufu, I was wondering why I hadn't seen him for the past two days. So, he's been cultivating in seclusion. To think that he's already at Level 9 Qi Condensation."
The disciple who spoke did not sound too surprised. Instead, there was a hint of mockery in his tone.
"So what if he's at Level 9 Qi Condensation? He's just asking to be humiliated."
"I bet that Su Zimo will definitely lose within three moves!"
"Forget it. If Senior Brother Feng goes all out, Su Zimo won't even be able to withstand a single move."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and it was very noisy.
Even though Su Zimo had obtained the number one of Weapon and Elixir Peak, it did not mean that he was strong. Nobody thought highly of Su Zimo in this battle.
Many Spirit Peak disciples were even waiting to see Su Zimo make a fool of himself.
Under countless mocking gazes, Su Zimo ascended the spirit arena.
Right from the beginning, Su Zimo's expression was extremely calm and his eyes were clear like an ancient well.
"Hey, Su Zimo! If you kneel down and beg for mercy right now, Senior Brother Feng might be soft-hearted and let you off this once!"
In the crowd, Sun Tao, the Spirit Peak disciple who was knocked out by Su Zimo previously, shouted, causing a wave of laughter.
Su Zimo glanced sideways and merely looked at Sun Tao indifferently. "Why? Do you think that you didn't embarrass yourself enough the previous time?"
That incident had always been Sun Tao's humiliation.
Now that Su Zimo was bringing it up in front of everyone, Sun Tao's face flushed red and green. Gritting his teeth, he barked coldly, "Su Zimo, I haven't settled the score with you for the previous incident! You were the one who ambushed me first and yet you're still showing off here shamelessly! "
"Showing off?"
Su Zimo chuckled and shook his head. "What's there to show off about defeating you?"
Everyone could hear the casual and disdainful tone in Su Zimo's voice.
Instantly, Sun Tao's eyes reddened and he could not help but holler, "Su Zimo, fight me fairly if you have the guts! I'll show you what I'm capable of!"
Right then, Little Fatty sneered, "If you want to fight, sure. I'll fight with you."
Instantly, Sun Tao withered.
Little Fatty's strength was clear for all to see in this Spirit Peak face-off – Sun Tao was no match for him.
"Alright, there's no need to say anything else! Feng Haoyu, Su Zimo, the two of you can begin. "
Right then, Wen Xuan hollered softly, suppressing the voices of the crowd.
In the spirit arena.
Feng Haoyu looked at Su Zimo with a disdainful gaze as he sneered, "Su Zimo, Junior Brother Sun is right. If you beg me right now, I can consider sparing you this once. But if we really fight, don't blame me for being merciless! "
When he heard that, the disheveled old man frowned and could not help but shout, "Don't overdo it in a spar between fellow disciples. Don't endanger one's life."
Feng Haoyu smiled. "Don't worry, peak master. I'll teach Junior Brother Su properly what immortal cultivation methods are!"
The moment he said that, Feng Haoyu patted his storage bag and summoned an inferior-grade flying sword.
Without anyone seeing how Feng Haoyu controlled it, the flying sword shuttled around him and danced in the air, displaying an extremely profound sword manipulation technique.
At the same time, Su Zimo withdrew a flying sword from his storage bag as well.
Everyone focused their attention.
It was an inferior-grade flying sword as well!
"That must be the reward for being the number one of Weapon Peak."
"Yes, the number one of Weapon Peak can choose an inferior-grade spirit weapon from the Spirit Weapon Chamber. Seems like it's this flying sword."
"Junior Brother Su isn't rational enough. If it were me, I would definitely choose a defensive spirit weapon."
Feng Haoyu pointed at Su Zimo's flying sword and chuckled. "Do you think that you're qualified to fight me with just an inferior-grade flying sword?"
"You're wrong."
Su Zimo replied indifferently, "It's not just one."
The moment he said that, two more flying swords appeared in Su Zimo's palms!
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