"Weng!"
An ear-piercing sonic boom spread from the arena to the entire Drill Ground. As the sound wave spread in all directions, everyone in the spectator seats felt their eardrums vibrate and their heads spin.
Xiao Chen calmed himself down and was astonished in his heart. What a horrifying sonic boom! He was already more than a kilometer away from the arena, yet he could still feel it so strongly.
Yan Feng, who was at the center of the sonic boom, was instantly hit. He temporarily lost his hearing and his Qi and blood surged. He could not help but vomit a mouthful of blood.
"Boom!"
With a flip of her right hand, Yun Kexin drew out her saber and sheathed it. The sound wave that had already spread out in all directions created ripples in the air and formed a huge whirlpool. Then, it actually returned to the saber.
The instant the saber returned to its scabbard, the sound wave that had gathered once again exploded out, giving off a louder and more horrifying sound wave than before.
However, although the sound was louder this time, the inner disciples in the spectator stands did not feel anything. This was because the sound wave had gathered into a line and struck Yan Feng's body.
Blood leaked out of all the pores in Yan Feng's body. His face was frighteningly pale. He knelt on one knee with a 'pu tong' sound and watched as Yun Kexin slowly descended.
Yan Feng smiled bitterly, "Yun Kexin, it has only been half a year and you are not even qualified to draw your saber. The next time we meet, will you not even be qualified to draw your saber?"
Yun Kexin's white clothes fluttered in the wind and her expression did not change. She said, "As a bladesman, it is not important whether I draw my saber or not. Don't bother with these superficial things. Otherwise, it will be difficult to comprehend your saber intent."
"This round, Yun Kexin wins!" the referee in the arena said.
Seeing Yun Kexin leave, Yan Feng felt a slight bitterness in his heart. A long time ago, he could still stand shoulder to shoulder with her. Now, he could only see her back.
"The Heavenly Melody Saber Technique is indeed horrifying. She actually defeated Yan Feng with just half a move. Yun Kexin is still the same as before, always surprising people."
"Yan Feng's defeat was rather unjust. He was too caught up in whether his opponent would draw her saber or not. He still had some trump cards that he had not used yet."
"This is also because his mental state is not mature enough. After all, Yun Kexin's previous ranking on the Wind Cloud Ranking was below his. Now, he is somewhat unable to accept this."
"You can't say that. For a cultivator, mental state is sometimes more important than any Cultivation Technique or Martial Technique. It is also a part of a cultivator's strength."
Although this duel was short, and everyone felt that it was not enough to watch it, it did not affect the quality of the competition. The discussions in the spectator stands never stopped.
As Zhang Lie watched Yun Kexin leave, a strange look flashed in his eyes. He muttered, "This woman is not simple. Her state of the Heavenly Melody Saber Technique has already reached Great Perfection."
When Xiao Chen heard this, he secretly nodded in his heart. The composition of a martial technique was divided into the route of true Qi circulation in the meridians, the angle and footwork of the attack, and the concept contained in the martial technique.
For example, the state of the Rushing Thunder Saber Technique was purely the state of thunder. The Lingyun Saber Technique had two states, the state of mountains and the state of clouds.
A Martial Technique could only be considered to have reached Great Perfection when all three were merged. However, the comprehension of a state required comprehension ability, luck, and patience. It was incomparably difficult to comprehend.
If one focused on pursuing a state, they would end up stagnating. They might even regress. Thus, most cultivators would not overly pursue a state before their cultivation reached a certain level.
Yun Kexin was able to comprehend the state of the Heavenly Melody Saber Technique to Great Perfection when she was a peak Inferior Grade Martial Saint. This proved that this girl's talent, comprehension ability, and luck were all things that ordinary people could not compare to.
Zhang Lie glanced at Mu Heng, then at Xiao Chen. He smiled and said, "Do you still think that he can make it into the top ten of the core disciples? Not to mention the difference in cultivation realm, those who can make it into the top ten are all geniuses. In the Heavenly Saber Pavilion, which is filled with talents, it is impossible to enter without some real skills. "
Mu Heng muttered to himself for a while before saying seriously, "Yun Kexin is very strong, very strong. However, she is still not a match for Xiao Chen."
Xiao Chen looked at Mu Heng in surprise. He did not know where Mu Heng got his confidence from. Although he was not afraid of Yun Kexin, after watching the earlier match, he did not have absolute confidence in defeating her.
"Stop talking big. Yun Kexin only used half a move to defeat the sixteenth ranked Yan Feng. She still has many trump cards that she has not used yet. How can you be so sure that she is not a match for Xiao Chen?"
"In terms of cultivation realm, Xiao Chen is only a peak Martial Saint. In terms of states, the Heavenly Melody Saber Technique is close to Great Perfection. It is not weaker than Xiao Chen's Lingyun Saber Technique. Is it not easy to tell who is stronger?"
This time, before Zhang Lie could say anything, the other newly advanced core disciples retorted. Furthermore, there was evidence to back up their claims, making it impossible for them to argue.
Mu Heng smiled faintly, "There is no point in saying so much. In the future, you will naturally know if what I said is true or false."
Liu Suifeng leaned over and whispered, "Ye Chen, if you really go up against Yun Kexin, how confident are you of victory?"
Xiao Chen thought for a while before saying, "Fifty percent. If that is all she has, I can increase it by another ten percent."
When Liu Suifeng heard this, he was incomparably shocked. He was very clear about Xiao Chen's character. When he said fifty percent, it would only be higher and not lower. It would definitely not be lower than fifty percent.
The matches in the arena continued. The top ten core disciples of the Wind Cloud List all went up. Their strength did not disappoint the crowd.
"The fifth ranked Li Yuze used only three moves to deal with the fifteenth ranked Lian Yun. His speed is abnormally fast."
"The fourth ranked Yun Feimo defeated the twentieth ranked opponent with one saber strike. It looks like his Tearing Blood Technique has already reached the tenth layer."
"The eighth ranked Leng Aoshuang also used only three moves to deal with his opponent."
It was as Zhang Lie said; none of the top ten core disciples were weak. They were much stronger than the others. They basically dealt with their opponents within five moves.
Up until now, aside from the first ranked Murong Chong, who had yet to fight, the other nine core disciples in the top ten had already fought, displaying their strength.
There was one more thing that attracted Xiao Chen's attention. He did not know if it was the Elders' Assembly's arrangement or something else, but the top ten core disciples did not fight against each other.
In Xiao Chen's opinion, the top ten core disciples had already surpassed the others. It was almost impossible for the others to defeat them.
Their opponents were only themselves.
"It is Murong Chong's turn. His opponent is Yan Chihuo, who is ranked eleventh on the Wind Cloud List. He was also one of the top ten core disciples in the previous Wind Cloud List. None of his opponents could last more than ten moves."
"Yan Chihuo is indeed strong. Unfortunately, he ran into Murong Chong. He will definitely lose. Let's see how many moves he can last."
"I have not seen Murong Chong make a move for a long time. This is exciting. Last year, Murong Chong only appeared for a while at the end of the year. He rarely returned to the Heavenly Saber Pavilion after that."
"This is a bladesman who spends all his time cultivating bitterly. If it were not for the Saber Emperor's summon, he would not have returned."
--- Up in the arena, Yan Chihuo's expression changed when he heard the discussions around him. He felt upset in his heart. He looked at the blue-clothed Murong Chong standing proudly and said, "Regardless of what the others say, I only have one purpose standing here. It is not to last a few moves against you but to defeat you!"
Murong Chong smiled coldly and said, "Before you speak, consider your own strength first."
"Both sides bow and stand still. The match begins!"
"Hu!"
Right after the referee spoke, a cool breeze blew in the arena. There was a melodious sound coming from the wind; this was the sound of a saber being drawn.
Yan Chihuo was startled. He had not expected Murong Chong to ignore his status and make the first move. He felt flustered. Fortunately, Yan Chihuo had a good mental state. After a while, he calmed himself and prepared to receive Murong Chong's attack.
However, when he looked to the front, he did not see Murong Chong. Yan Chihuo quickly looked around. Aside from the cool breeze, there was no one else in the arena.
Where is he?
This time, Yan Chihuo was completely flustered. How could a living person disappear right under his eyes? It was too strange.
Don't panic, he cannot possibly leave this arena. Since he made the first move, he will definitely reveal his killing intent. As long as I grasp the direction of the killing intent, I will be able to block his attack.
Yan Chihuo repeated in his heart. He extended his perception and moved his feet continuously. He did not dare to relax for even a moment.
"Pu Ci!"
Suddenly, a long wound appeared on Yan Chihuo's chest. Blood spurted out. His eyes were wide open; he had an incredulous expression. How did I get injured? "Chi!
Chi! "
The cool breeze in the arena suddenly stopped. The air currents in the air froze. Murong Chong's handsome face appeared before Yan Chihuo. He revealed a cruel smile.
Murong Chong's eyes were filled with a boundless killing intent. Suddenly, he pounced over like a gushing river. "Scram!"
Murong Chong sheathed his saber and kicked Yan Chihuo's chest, sending him off the arena.
Why can't I feel such a surging killing intent? What's going on? Yan Chihuo, who was struggling on the ground, could not figure it out.
When the referee saw the situation, he immediately announced, "Murong Chong, victory!"
Yan Chihuo's pale face recovered his wits. He shouted, "That's impossible! How could I lose? I have not used the trump card that I practiced for a year!"
"Murong Chong, do you dare to receive an attack from me fair and square? Do you dare or not?! "
Murong Chong did not even look at Yan Chihuo, who was on the ground. He said coldly, "Idiot, you have to be able to use a killing move for it to be considered a killing move. You can't even use it, yet you are not embarrassed to shout so loudly."
Looking at Murong Chong's back, Xiao Chen sank into deep thought. What a horrifying Clear Wind Chop. I originally thought that my Great Perfection Clear Wind Chop was sufficient as a trump card. It looks like I am still far from it.
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