The battle in the Soaring Sky Academy's Hundred Battles Tower was still ongoing.
Around the Hundred Battles Platform, there were forty disciples from the Flat Sky Academy, and the rest were from the Soaring Sky Academy. At this moment, the disciples from the Flat Sky Academy were all smiling and pointing at each other.
On the other hand, the disciples from the Soaring Sky Academy were the opposite. Some of them had a sullen face, some were gnashing their teeth, some had bloodshot eyes, and some were panting with anger. They were about to explode, but they were holding themselves back.
On the battle stage, Nie Xingkong was currently fighting an old disciple of the Heavens Peace Academy. From the looks of it, Nie Xingkong was at a disadvantage. He was mostly on the defensive and rarely counterattacked. On the other hand, his opponent, the old disciple of the Heavens Peace Academy, had a smile on his face. He seemed to be mocking Nie Xingkong. As he attacked, he would occasionally say a few words.
"Nie Xingkong, your strength is still the same as before. You haven't made any progress," Cao Qingfeng mocked as he used a sword skill.
Nie Xingkong was ranked third in the Soaring Sky Academy, and Cao Qingfeng was also ranked third in the Equal Sky Academy. Ever since they had fought a few years ago, Nie Xingkong had been defeated by Cao Qingfeng's sword every time. Every time, he would be mocked by Cao Qingfeng.
This time, Cao Qingfeng was the one leading the team to the Soaring Sky Academy. Nie Xingkong knew that he wasn't Cao Qingfeng's opponent, and he knew that he would be humiliated if he fought with Cao Qingfeng, but he still fought without hesitation.
Facing Cao Qingfeng's mockery, Nie Xingkong didn't say a word. He didn't give up and tried his best to find a chance to counterattack. However, Cao Qingfeng was his old opponent, and he knew Nie Xingkong well enough. He wouldn't give Nie Xingkong a chance to counterattack.
"Nie Xingkong, if I were you, I would just leave the Flying Heaven Pavilion. If you continue to cultivate, you'll just be wasting your time and the resources of the Flying Heaven Pavilion." Cao Qingfeng continued to mock him. Nie Xingkong didn't get angry, but the disciples of the Soaring Sky Academy below the Hundred Battles Platform were furious.
"Fortunately, my cultivation talent is third grade. Otherwise, I would've been sent to the Soaring Sky Academy, which is a gathering camp for trash," a new disciple from the Flat Sky Academy said with a smile.
"I think you'd better get Zhong Muchen here. Otherwise, if this continues, you won't have the face to see anyone."
"That's right. Our head senior apprentice-brother said that in the entire Sky Soaring Academy, only Zhong Muchen is worthy of being looked at. The others are all useless. Even Zhong Muchen was defeated by our head senior apprentice-brother," laughed an old disciple of the Sky Soaring Academy.
At this moment, Nie Xingkong was defeated in the Battle Arena.
Since they had placed their bets, Nie Xingkong could only take out 10,000 high-grade elemental crystals and 100 Fairy Points for Cao Qingfeng.
There was a rule in the Flying Sky Pavilion that the loser of a spar between disciples would have to pay at least a thousand high-grade crystals and ten Flying Points to the loser. Disciples could also place their own bets, but they could not bet more than ten thousand high-grade crystals and a hundred Flying Points.
Nie Xingkong was defeated. Li Qiyan and Zhong Muchen arrived one after another. They had no choice but to come.
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In front of the sword technique mural, Chu Mu's eyes were wide open. Wherever his line of sight could see, the mark instantly transformed into a golden sword light. The golden resplendent sword light contained a shocking sharpness, causing Chu Mu's eyes to feel a piercing pain. His mental world seemed to be about to be split apart.
This was the power of metal. It wasn't considered a concept, profound, or law, but it was on the same level as profound. That was because Chu Mu's comprehension of the power of heaven and earth was at the same level as profound.
This resplendent golden Sword Light left the painting and turned into a sharp sword. It was right in front of Chu Mu's eyes, directly reflecting on his spiritual world.
In Chu Mu's spiritual world, a shadow seemed to appear. It was holding a golden sword and practicing a sword art.
This sword technique was very simple. There were only nine moves in total. However, within the simplicity, there was something extraordinary. Each move had a sharp edge, and each move was stronger than the last. The power of metal started from shallow to deep, little by little, allowing the swordsman to continuously deepen his understanding and application of the power of metal until he truly grasped it.
The nine moves of the Metal Sword Technique appeared again and again in Chu Mu's mind. The sharp edge was displayed again and again. It was as if there was nothing in the world that could withstand it. Everything would be cut apart by the power of metal. After practicing in his mental world three times, Chu Mu had completely memorized the nine moves of the Metal Sword Technique. He only needed to properly practice them in the future.
In the spiritual world, the golden sword shattered and the shadow disappeared. The golden sword light returned to the mural and turned back into a scratch, never moving again.
After waiting for an entire month, he finally got a chance to comprehend the Flying Sky Painting. If he wanted to comprehend it in the future, he would have to pay enough flying points. With Chu Mu's current amount of flying points, he was far from having the chance.
This was a rare opportunity, so he had to grasp it firmly. After comprehending the first Metal Sword Art, he would have to comprehend the second, third, fourth, or even more sword arts.
Every swordsman would face the same problem when trying to comprehend the Flying Sky Painting. That was because comprehending the painting consumed the mind. Everyone's mind was different, but it was limited.
Some people's minds were strong, so they could spend more time comprehending the painting. Some people's minds were weak, so they could spend less time comprehending the painting.
The strength of a swordsman's mind was often related to the strength of his soul. If his soul was strong, his mind would naturally be affected. If his soul was weak, his mind would be weaker.
Chu Mu was able to refine his sword intent and all kinds of profound to the limit of the ninth revolution. His soul was extremely strong, so naturally, his mind was stronger than ordinary swordsman.
Not long after, another scratch appeared on the mural, as though it had come to life, exuding an aura of vitality. This was a beam of green sword light, containing boundless vitality. It was like a patch of green grass, like a forest, verdant and lush, filled with a natural freshness.
It was the power of wood.
The power of wood Sword Light also flickered in front of Chu Mu's eyes. It was reflected in the spiritual world, and another shadow appeared. It held a green sword in its hand and executed a sword art.
Just like the Metal Sword Art, this Wood Sword Art also had nine moves. Each move explained the mysteries of the power of wood. The first move was the most direct and simple, while the other moves went deeper.
Exuberant life force filled Chu Mu's mental world. His mental world seemed to have become a primeval forest. Lush and dense life force emanated from the roots, tree trunks, and branches. It filled the entire forest and spread to the outside world.
After three times, Chu Mu also memorized this Wood Sword Art.
Without resting, Chu Mu continued to comprehend. At this time, three people stood up. They glanced at the crowd and turned to leave.
Chu Mu began to comprehend the third Sword Art. The further he went, the harder it was to comprehend it.
When he comprehended the first Sword Art, it only took him three breaths. When he comprehended the second Sword Art, it took him ten breaths. Now that he was comprehending the third Sword Art, the difficulty was even higher. It took him less than sixty breaths.
A blue Sword Light suddenly left the mural. In the blink of an eye, it melted and formed a lake. It gradually expanded and sparkled. Ripples spread out layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, it looked like a stream of water. It flowed endlessly and could not be dispersed or blocked.
This was the power of water.
It was reflected in Chu Mu's mind. In his spiritual world, the power of water flowed. It was gentle but firm. It could nourish and destroy all things.
Nine moves of the Water Sword Art. Each move explained the mysteries of the power of water. Each move was deeper than the previous one. It truly demonstrated the mysteries of the power of water.
While Chu Mu was comprehending the Water Sword Art, another four people stood up and left. Their minds were almost exhausted and could not continue.
After comprehending three Sword Arts in a row, Chu Mu felt that his mind was mostly exhausted. He did not rest. Instead, he continued to comprehend.
In fact, once one's mind was exhausted, it would take a long time to recover. The Flying Heaven Pavilion had a rule that the disciples of the Flying Heaven Pavilion could not stay in the mural palace for more than twenty-four hours.
Once he recovered his mind, it meant that he would not be able to comprehend the fourth Sword Art until he left.
It took him sixty breaths to comprehend the third Sword Art. However, it took him six hundred breaths to comprehend the fourth Sword Art. It was ten times longer. The consumption of his mind was also greater.
The fourth Sword Art was the Fire Sword Art.
The fiery red Sword Light emitted a scorching power. It was burning fiercely as if it wanted to burn everything.
It was reflected in Chu Mu's Spiritual World. The shadow held the red sword. As it waved, flames rose from the ground and covered the entire Spiritual World. It turned the Spiritual World into a sea of fire.
Nine moves of the Fire Sword Technique, each and every move was a manifestation of the power of fire. Each and every sword contained an astonishing temperature. The heat of the fire, the intensity of the fire, could incinerate everything, everything.
"I should be able to comprehend the fifth Sword Art," Chu Mu thought. He was the only one left.
Most of his mental strength had been used up. Chu Mu hoped to comprehend a fifth sword technique. Moreover, it would be best if it was an earth sword technique. It would be perfect for the metal sword technique, wood sword technique, water sword technique and fire sword technique to form the five elemental sword technique.
Zhong Muchen told him that the Metal Sword Art, Wood Sword Art, Water Sword Art, and Earth Sword Art formed the Five Elements Sword Art. That was because Chu Mu had displayed five of the eight Ultimate Profound Meanings.
It was said that there were five types of Profundities. If one could comprehend the five types of Sword Arts and form the Five Elemental Sword Arts, one would be able to comprehend the five types of Profundities while cultivating the Five Elemental Sword Arts, and deepen one's application and grasp of the five types of Profundities.
If one did not form the Five Elements Sword Art, it would undoubtedly take more time to cultivate them one by one.
However, would Chu Mu be able to comprehend the Earth Sword Art as he wished for the fifth Sword Art?
He was not one hundred percent sure because the Profound Meanings he had comprehended were not just the five Profound Meanings. He might comprehend the Wind Sword Art, Ice Sword Art, Thunder Sword Art and so on.
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