"His sword movement poetic perspective has obviously reached a very high level, almost the same as normal Astral Reaching Realm warriors." It would be fine if Ye Chen did not expose his poetic perspective completely, but once he did, powerful Astral Reaching Realm warriors would definitely be able to tell. Even Clasping Yuan Realm warriors would be able to sense the power of Ye Chen's poetic perspective.
After blowing away Yan Chihuo's long blade with one sword attack, Ye Chen jumped back to where he was standing.
Talking about the poetic perspective, Ye Chen had found a different way. The others would use Earth Realm martial arts to slowly understand the poetic perspective, but he had learned it by combining sword movements. Both of them had their own advantages. Using a complete Earth Realm martial art to understand the poetic perspective would be easier and easier to master. However, combining sword movements was not only extremely difficult, but also easy to get stuck. But, the advantage of combining sword movements was that during the process of combining, one would be able to understand the poetic perspective more thoroughly and control it more deeply.
Therefore, although Yan Chihuo had trained a very powerful martial art, he had lost to Ye Chen in terms of poetic perspective.
Awooo!
After beating Yan Chihuo, the dragon-shaped shadow on Ye Chen's body spun once before jumping onto his body, trying its best to devour the dragon fountain Qi.
Twenty-six meters, twenty-seven meters, twenty-eight meters!
Yan Chihuo's dragon fountain Qi was too rich, and Ye Chen's dragon-shaped shadow had grown to twenty-eight meters, just like Sikong Sheng. Of course, Sikong Sheng and Yan Chihuo still had to battle, and by then, it should be more than twenty-eight meters, reaching the level of twenty-nine meters.
"You are very powerful, but unfortunately, you will lose to him eventually." Yan Chihuo glanced at Sikong Sheng, who was still in the audience, and reached out his hand to suck back his long blade.
Ye Chen said, "You do not need to worry about that."
"I still have another battle with him. You will see the gap between us."
Actually, Yan Chihuo had already suspected that Sikong Sheng had reached that level. It was not until the battle between him and Murong Qingcheng, where he had almost shattered the sealing light wall with one punch that Yan Chihuo finally realized the truth.
…
Because of the arrangement of Sikong Sheng, Yan Chihuo, and Ye Chen to the last two battles, the last two battles were a bit weird. Yan Chihuo not only had to fight against Ye Chen, but also against Sikong Sheng, because he had lost to Ye Chen.
However, the referees were prepared for this situation. They allowed the uninjured Yan Chihuo to rest for half an hour before he went on stage.
On the stage.
Yan Chihuo, who had lost to Ye Chen, held a long saber in his hand. His whole body was surrounded by flames, and his momentum was strong. It was obvious that he had upgraded the Nine Revolutions Fire Spirit Technique to the Seventh Revolution, the Crimson Flame Battle Body.
"I know you have reached that level, but I will still fight with all my power." Swinging his long blade, a deep burning mark appeared on the ground as Yan Chihuo said to Sikong Sheng.
Sikong Sheng's eyebrows flickered slightly, "There should be a lot of people who know about it. But I did not expect you to be able to see it when you are only at the Clasping Yuan Realm."
Yan Chihuo said, "I am not that far away from that level. Otherwise, I would have made a mistake as well."
"Oh yeah? Make your move then! "
"Fire Cloud Crack Earth Cut!"
Facing Sikong Sheng, Yan Chihuo did not dare to hold back at all. One of his top two ace attacks, the Fire Cloud Crack Earth Cut, was thrown out aggressively, attacking towards his opponent like a flood.
"Fist Tyrant River!"
Sikong Sheng took out his right hand from his back. His fist was covered in a thick qi as he threw out a punch.
Boom!
The fist power was like a dragon crossing the ocean, unstoppable. It split open the Fire Cloud blade light within a second, attacking towards Yan Chihuo.
Among all of Yan Chihuo's ace attacks, the Blink Kill Golden Flame Cut was the fastest. He threw out a blade attack, and a gold light flashed in the air, clashing with the fist power.
"Fist Conquering Mountains!"
Sikong Sheng lifted his feet as if they were light as a feather, walking over and throwing out another punch.
Boom!
The area around Yan Chihuo had been restricted like a cage. Even the fire element zhen Qi on his body seemed to be shrinking into his body. He roared, his Red Flame Battle Body exploding. The flame was so condensed that it looked like it was real, burning fiercely. It had burned through the air and part of the restriction. His second ace attack, the Fire Cloud Golden Flame Cut, was ready for the incoming attack.
Sikong Sheng's battling power had increased steadily. He threw out a punch, and that powerful fist power had not only shattered Yan Chihuo's blade light, it had also blown him away. That shocking power had made most of the people open their eyes wide. Yan Chihuo was ranked second in the last Hidden Dragon Rank, and he was ranked third this time. However, he could not even handle two punches from Sikong Sheng. What kind of level had Sikong Sheng reached?
All of the Astral Reaching Realm warriors knew what was going on, but they were still shocked.
"So powerful! They are both from the young generation, but how could Sikong Sheng be this powerful? Ye Chen could not possibly be his opponent." People from the Sky Cloud Martial School looked at each other.
The head master of the Sky Cloud Martial School forced a smile and said, "Ye Chen being able to reach the second place is already beyond our imagination. There is no need to hope for the first place."
Luo Xinglie nodded, "I suspect that Sikong Sheng has entered the zhen yuan purification stage."
"This …" Everyone was shocked, and did not say anything for a long time.
His feet landed on the ground unsteadily, Yan Chihuo looked like he had expected it, "This should be very close to your real power!"
Sikong Sheng said lightly, "Too bad that you did not have the chance to experience it."
"Yes, none of us had the chance to experience it. But once I make it to this step, it will not be so clear who will win or lose."
Putting his long blade back into its scabbard, Yan Chihuo walked off the stage. After losing to Ye Chen and Sikong Sheng in a row, his rank had already been confirmed, the third place of the Hidden Dragon Rank.
When he walked off the stage, Yan Chihuo glanced at Ye Chen, as if he was saying, 'You saw it. Without reaching that level, you will not be his opponent.'
Ye Chen looked the same, as if he had not heard it at all.
"Huh! It seems like you still have some tricks up your sleeves. However, no matter how many tricks you have up your sleeves, it would still be useless." Seeing Ye Chen's expression, Yan Chihuo probably knew that Ye Chen still had some ace up his sleeves. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful his ace was, it would be useless if he did not have the same power. The battle between two geniuses would not be that easy to win against someone stronger than you.
In the seventieth round, there were nine top young warriors who had fought before. Only Li Daoxuan had not fought yet. After the battle between Yan Chihuo and Sikong Sheng had finished, Lin Yun and Li Daoxuan, who had already fought against each other, had started to fight. It was Lin Yun's last battle, and it was Li Daoxuan's eighth battle. The reason for the chaos in the competition was because of the problem of arranging Sikong Sheng, Yan Chihuo and Ye Chen to fight in the last two battles.
After exchanging hundreds of attacks, Li Daoxuan had barely won against Lin Yun.
After resting for an hour, the seventieth round had begun.
In the seventieth round, there were six battles in total. Therefore, there were only four battles left in the seventieth round. They were Ye Chen against Sikong Sheng, Li Daoxuan against Bing Ling, Murong Qingcheng against Gu Youyun, and Tuo Baku against Mo Yan. As for Yan Chihuo and Lin Yun, they had both gone through nine battles and fought against nine top young warriors. So, they would not be involved in this round of battles.
First, it was Murong Qingcheng who had beaten Gu Youyun, and then Tuo Baku who had beaten Mo Yan again. They had fought against each other before in the elimination battles, and then Li Daoxuan had also beaten Bing Ling.
In the end, there was only one battle between top young warriors left, which would be Ye Chen against Sikong Sheng.
Ye Chen was the biggest dark horse in this year's Hidden Dragon Rank competitions. He had been through all the battles and had won every single one of them. Up until now, he had not lost a single battle, and had maintained his winning record. The most eye-catching thing was that his power had been increasing along with his opponents' power. He had hidden his ace cards quite well. In the last round, he had even surprised everyone by beating the Fire Spirit Prince, Yan Chihuo.
Sikong Sheng was ranked second and first in the last Hidden Dragon Rank, the king warrior of the young generation in the South Rudra Region. Even someone as powerful as Yan Chihuo could not last two attacks against him. A lot of people suspected that Sikong Sheng's real power was way more than that. As for what his real ace card was, no one knew.
This battle was not only the last battle between top young warriors, it was also the last battle of the seventieth round. Countless people had their eyes on the two, holding their breaths.
Shoo!
Ye Chen got onto the stage first, with his long sword hanging on his waist.
Sikong Sheng sneered as he took one step forward, appearing in front of Ye Chen within a second. His horrifying flying art had caused a lot of people to gasp.
"Your power is not bad. Even Yan Chihuo had lost to you. But the second place will always be the second place. It will not change." Sikong Sheng stood there with his hands behind his back. That kind of aura spread out, spreading out through the sealing light wall.
"This aura is so powerful! Has Sikong Sheng decided to use his real power?" Everyone was shocked.
Under the attack of his opponent's aura, Ye Chen's blue robe danced in the air, his long black hair flying in the air. His pitch black star-like eyes were calm like water, without arrogance or impatience, pure and natural. He was like a top sword artist standing on top of a cliff, neither happy nor sad.
He said lightly, "Until the last second, no one can be sure of the real result."
"Do you still think so now?"
Sikong Sheng did not try to explain as he took out both of his hands from his back. His body shook once, and that horrifying zhen Qi shot out into the sky, covering the whole area. Visible with naked eyes, there were bits of broken light floating out of Sikong Sheng's body. They looked like precious stones, but also like diamonds, crystal clear and extremely condensed.
"This is … zhen yuan!"
"No, it is half-step zhen yuan! Sikong Sheng had actually started to train his zhen yuan. No wonder he was so powerful. Once he used his half-step zhen yuan, no one under the Astral Reaching Realm would be able to fight against him."
"I understand now. In the battles before, Sikong Sheng had diluted his half-step zhen yuan into zhen Qi, which made it hard for people to see through his real power."
"Indeed! Zhen yuan could not be diluted into zhen Qi, but half-step zhen yuan could. Sikong Sheng had hidden his power too well. Ye Chen would definitely not be his opponent. No, even ten Ye Chen would not be his opponent. A king warrior of the young generation with half-step zhen yuan would be able to compete with real Early Astral Reaching Realm warriors. He might even be able to kill them."
Once Sikong Sheng used his half-step zhen yuan, no one thought that Ye Chen would have any chance of winning, including people from the Sky Cloud Martial School and the leader of the South Rudra Martial School. Everyone from the Purple Sun Martial School even had a gloating expression on their faces. Ye Chen beating Yan Chihuo had already pissed them off, and if he were to get the first place, then it would be even worse. Luckily, there was Sikong Sheng, so it would be impossible for Ye Chen to get the first place.
"Do you think you can win against me now?" Inside his body, the half-step zhen yuan was extremely powerful. Sikong Sheng's aura kept on increasing, as if it would never stop. It attacked on Ye Chen's body, wave after wave.
Ye Chen lifted his eyelids, a shocking sharp light shooting out from his pupils as he said word by word, "I have said it before, until the last one, no one can be sure of the real result."
As the last word was spoken, the air around Ye Chen started to vibrate. The air seemed to have been pierced through, as if a legendary weapon was about to come out of its scabbard and kill the whole world. The next second, an extremely horrifying sword intent shot out of his body, piercing through the air. Even the sealing light wall seemed to be shaking. It was an existence that had surpassed the sixty percent sword intent.
The seventy percent sword intent, which contained the immortal mentality, exploded.
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