In the arena battles, everyone could be an opponent. If one could understand each other's strength in advance, it would save them a lot of effort. "Dang!
Dang! "
In the courtyard, Sword Qi crisscrossed and the two of them quickly got into a fight, unleashing all sorts of sword moves.
The two were evenly matched; no one could do anything to the other. Liu Yong was somewhat surprised. He said, "I did not expect you to have comprehended sword intent in one year. Furthermore, you have cultivated it to thirty percent comprehension. You are not simple!"
Zhou Wei executed his sword intent to the extreme. He said with some pride, "One year is enough for many things to change. If this is all you are capable of, you should just admit defeat when you meet me in the arena battles."
"Boom!"
The sword in Zhou Wei's hand trembled, and an even stronger sword intent surged out. Even the sword Qi became sharper. "Dang! Dang!
Dang! "
As Zhou Wei swung his sword, he forced Liu Yong back a few steps. The advantage in the arena started to tilt in Zhou Wei's favor.
"That is fifty percent comprehended sword intent!"
The cultivators watching outside the arena exclaimed softly. Fifty percent comprehended sword intent was already at the peak of Small Perfection. As long as one crossed this threshold, it would be a Great Perfection sword intent.
For a regular swordsman to achieve fifty percent comprehended sword intent at such a young age, it was already very strong. No wonder this person dared to challenge Liu Yong.
So it turned out that he had such confidence. Now he felt relieved.
Liu Yong's expression also changed slightly. However, he quickly recovered. He smiled faintly and said, "Fifty percent comprehended sword intent? I achieved it half a year ago. You should have just reached it. "
"Boom!"
Liu Yong's sword intent soared as well, and his aura immediately recovered. Furthermore, his grasp of sword intent was even higher than Zhou Wei's.
Furthermore, Liu Yong's state was stronger than Zhou Wei's. He instantly gained the upper hand. Zhou Wei could only bitterly defend at some point in time.
After a hundred moves, Liu Yong narrowed his eyes. He found an opening and thrust his sword at Zhou Wei's face. This attack was cold and sharp; it was extremely dangerous.
Zhou Wei was startled and quickly withdrew his sword to block. Who knew that Liu Yong was just faking it? The instant Zhou Wei withdrew his sword, Liu Yong's sword stabbed forward.
It struck Zhou Wei's wrist and immediately cut open a wound. The sword flew out of Zhou Wei's hand. Liu Yong took advantage of the situation and took a step forward. The cold edge of the sword rested on Zhou Wei's neck.
"Thanks for letting me win, Brother Zhou. It looks like you've wasted a year of training. It's best if you don't meet him in the arena."
Liu Yong laughed heartily and sheathed his sword, returning Zhou Wei's words back to him.
Zhou Wei went back to his table, feeling a little depressed. His friends next to him immediately comforted him, "Don't be depressed. You have comprehended 50% of your sword intent, and you have also comprehended the state of wind to the peak of small success. There is still hope for you to get one of the 20 spots."
Zhou Wei smiled bitterly and said, "It's nothing. It just allowed me to see myself more clearly. Originally, I thought that although I was not one of the peak people, unable to compare to Ding Fengchou, Jiang Zimo, Chu Mu, and the others, I was still within the top twenty."
"I didn't expect such an ending. I'm improving, but so are the others!"
Following that, a few more people went down to exchange pointers with each other. Among them, Jiang Zimo, Chu Mu, and Mu Xinya, the three young experts of the Heavenly Fiend Palace, fought each other.
There was also the match between Pei Shaoxuan and Xia Xiyan, as well as the match between Ding Fengchou and Zuo Mo. These were the most eye-catching.
The strength of these people was publicly acknowledged to be at the peak of this place. After a series of battles, everyone was even more certain of this.
Even Liu Yong shook his head and sighed after he saw Ding Fengchou and Zuo Mo's match. He said, "I am not comparable to him. If I meet him, I will immediately admit defeat and conserve my strength for the next battle."
On the Great Qin Nation's side, Hua Yunfei and the others all had unsightly expressions. Originally, they thought that even if there was a gap between them and the people of the other nations, there would not be such a huge gap.
At the very least, there would be a chance to turn things around. After watching a few battles, Hua Yunfei shook his head and sighed. He thought to himself, I was truly a frog in a well.
"Bang!"
A swordsman from the Great Qin Nation kicked a cultivator from the Imperial Capital of the Great Qin Nation. A trace of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was one of extreme pain.
That swordsman shook his head and said, "The cultivators of the Great Qin Nation are still not strong enough. Sorry, I should not have challenged you."
These words sounded nice. However, when Hua Yunfei and the others heard them, it was worse than humiliation.
"Don't go! I, Hua Yunfei, challenge you!"
Hua Yunfei's expression turned sullen as he stood up. He held a scarlet sword and slowly walked towards that swordsman.
That swordsman glanced at Hua Yunfei and said seriously, "You are stronger than him. I accept your challenge!"
"Boom!"
The two of them clashed. Hua Yunfei knew that his opponent was not easy to deal with. The moment he stepped up, he executed the Bloody Kill Sword Technique to its limits. A scarlet light filled the sky, a sea of blood surged, and a baleful aura rushed into the sky.
That swordsman's expression did not change. He retreated step by step, blocking Hua Yunfei's continuous attacks.
When that swordsman had nowhere to retreat to, he suddenly stopped. He shook his head and said, "What a strong Martial Technique. Unfortunately, you cannot even comprehend sword intent. It is a waste of this Martial Technique. Lose!"
Sword intent rushed into the sky, and that swordsman's aura suddenly soared. His Sword Technique became very ferocious. With just one sword strike, he managed to repel Hua Yunfei's attack. The sword left a faint wound on his face.
After that, that swordsman withdrew his sword and quickly retreated. If he had not been merciful, Hua Yunfei would have died on the spot.
Ji Changkong took advantage of the situation and stood up. He said to that swordsman, "Ji Changkong, do you mind giving me some pointers?"
Before that swordsman could reply, a bladesman friend beside him stood up and smiled, "You have fought two consecutive battles. How about I help you block?"
"Sure, I'll leave Shi Yong to you!"
The swordsman nodded in agreement. He returned to his seat and closed his eyes to rest. Even though he had won two battles in a row, he did not care too much about it.
In his opinion, defeating the people of the Great Qin Nation was not something to be proud of.
Mu Chengxue said softly, "Very good. Fight with your full power. That way, you will be convinced of your defeat."
Shi Yong smiled and said, "Don't brag and make others laugh. Speak after you win!"
"Xiu!"
Ji Changkong took the initiative to attack. He executed the Astral Swordplay, and a sky full of stars revolved around him.
However, that bladesman did not care about his opponent's mysterious phenomenon. He shouted a warcry and hacked down with his saber with all his might.
His cultivation was higher than Ji Changkong's. Combined with his tyrannical Saber Technique, it was sufficient to suppress his opponent.
Bang! "
After clashing head-on a few times, Ji Changkong's arm became numb. His chest ached. He knew that his Essence was still lacking compared to his opponent's.
He stopped hiding his strength and merged his twenty-percent-comprehended sword intent with his Sword Technique. Finally, he recovered some of his disadvantage.
That bladesman smiled and said, "Interesting. However, a twenty-percent-comprehended sword intent is nothing here. You should still lose!"
Suddenly, a strong wind blew on the saber. This bladesman finally used his full strength. "Dang! Dang!
Dang! "
Ji Changkong blocked three strikes in a row. In the end, he could no longer block them. The sword in his hand was knocked away, flying out of the courtyard.
Mu Chengxue, who thought that he could show off with his Holy Weapon, saw Ji Changkong's sword knocked away, and his expression changed slightly.
He lowered his head and drank his tea, pretending not to see anything. He had completely given up on challenging others.
"Just accept your fate. The Spiritual Energy in the Great Qin Nation is insufficient, and the competition is not big. Even if we are equal, we are still much weaker than the geniuses of the other nations."
"In this budding age of geniuses, you are destined to be supporting characters," Shi Yong said expressionlessly.
Ji Changkong's face was filled with dissatisfaction. However, he had to admit that what Shi Yong said was true.
"Weng!
Weng! "Just at this moment, a melodious sword hum resounded outside the courtyard. It sounded melodious and resonant.
Everyone quickly looked over. They saw a bladesman in white grabbing a sword with two fingers outside the door.
The force of the sword was very strong. However, that bladesman only used two fingers and casually grabbed the tip of the sword. He casually clamped the tip of the sword, and the sword could no longer move forward. It shook and trembled violently in the air.
Shi Yong's expression changed slightly. He had used his full power in his final three attacks. They were his peak killing moves. He was very clear on how strong they were.
The sword that he knocked away contained at least half the might of his peak strike.
It would not be strange if Shi Yong had dodged it. After all, he was already too slow. However, this person only used two fingers to grab the tip of the sword and casually blocked it. This was somewhat unbelievable.
Today happened to be the fifth day that Zuo Mo had set. Xiao Chen practiced the Dragon Claw Fist's fourth move, Berserk Dragon. He was too engrossed in it.
Originally, he had planned to practice it once more in the morning before setting off. However, who knew, he suddenly comprehended something and became engrossed in it.
By the time Xiao Chen reacted, it was already noon. He rushed over in a hurry.
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he saw a sword flying at him. At first, Xiao Chen thought that someone was trying to make a move against him.
When Xiao Chen saw Ji Changkong and Shi Yong, he understood. It was just the shockwaves from the fight. It was clear that Ji Changkong had lost.
When Ji Changkong saw Xiao Chen holding his sword, he said with an unfriendly expression, "Give me my sword!"
Xiao Chen smiled faintly and flicked his finger. The sword started spinning and flew towards Ji Changkong.
Xiao Chen flew towards Ji Changkong and caught the sword. Ji Changkong had an unsightly expression as he returned to his seat.
He had not expected that after leaving the Great Qin Nation, he would not even be able to deal with a minor character.
Xiao Chen slowly walked over to Shi Yong and said calmly, "The people of the Great Qin Nation can only be supporting characters. Could it be that you think you are the main character? Do you dare to repeat what you said earlier? "
Xiao Chen had heard every single word that the other party said. He found it very laughable.
Although the Spirit Veins in the Great Qin Nation were rare and the competition was not strong, there were still peak experts like Ying Yue, Chu Chaoyun, and Leng Liusu.
This person would not be a match for any one of them. Xiao Chen did not know where this person got his confidence from.
Shi Yong mocked, "You are from the Great Qin Nation as well? So what if I say it once? I can say it twice, thrice, or even four times. What can you do to me? Don't think that you can scare me just because you showed off your skills.
"If you are not convinced, you can make a move against me. I will show you what a true bladesman is."
Xiao Chen did not say anything more. He took a step forward and circulated the Dragon Claw Fist. He held his saber in his left hand without moving and punched with his right.
The fist wind howled, and its aura was overwhelming. When Shi Yong saw that his opponent did not even draw his saber, he could not help but smile coldly. Since you are seeking death, I will grant you your wish.
Shi Yong leaned back slightly and held his saber with both hands. A saber light spat out as he hacked at Xiao Chen's fist.
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