Rumbling resounded incessantly as the 10 combat rings descended successively to be level with the Indefinite Platform. After that, the sword pillars vanished into the Indefinite Platform along with the Indefinite Platform.
Immediately after, at the center of the Indefinite Stage, an even larger circular stage with eight sword stands rose into the air. It was at least a kilometer in radius and five meters tall. A flight of stairs rose a hundred meters away from the stage. It was six meters tall, the second flight of stairs was seven meters tall, the third flight of stairs was nine meters tall, and the fourth flight of stairs was ten meters tall.
There were a total of four rings of stairs, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time without feeling crowded.
Finally, round platforms with a radius of ten meters flew up into the air, floating fifty to a hundred meters above the ground. There was one person on each platform. They were the King of the Profound Sky Realm, the Earthly Spirit Realm expert of the Fleeting Sword Sect, Forefather Tianhong, and the Earthly Spirit Realm expert of the Imperial Family, Marquis Longjing. Besides them, there were also the Extreme Mortal Realm experts of the Fleeting Sword Sect and the Extreme Mortal Realm experts of the Fleeting Sword Sect.
The ten platforms at the bottom were empty, circling around the edges of the central arena.
"Ten people, come up to the stage."
As the voice of the Extreme Mortal Realm warrior faded away, Chen Zong and the rest of the ten people leapt into the air and landed on ten circular platforms that were twenty meters high. Each platform had a number, which corresponded to the number of the ten arenas. Chen Zong was on platform number ten.
"Activate the formation!"
Buzzing sounds rang through the clouds, and as the arena trembled, a transparent screen of light rose up from all directions. It gathered at the top, forming a huge inverted transparent bowl.
Traces of mysterious aura fluctuations spread out from the light screen.
"The main arena will limit the strength of the participants to the peak of Lv 9 True Martial Realm, and the strength of their physique will be limited to a thousand jin." An elder of the Jinghong Sword Sect announced.
"The limit of Lv 9 of the Genuine Martial Realm!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
The peak of Lv 9 of the True Martial Realm was countless times stronger than the early stage of Lv 1 of the True Martial Realm.
The more advanced a sword technique was, the more power it would require to unleash its full power. If one's cultivation was greatly restricted, they would only be able to unleash a small portion of its power.
This meant that the final battle would be many times more exciting than the preliminary round.
Among the ten champions, Chen Zong's cultivation was the lowest, at the late stage of the eighth level of the True Martial Realm. However, due to his own uniqueness and his advanced cultivation of the Zongheng Skill, Chen Zong's True Force was far stronger than that of an ordinary warrior at the peak of the ninth level of the True Martial Realm.
The restriction of cultivation on the arena was based on the standard of the ordinary warriors in the Real Martial Arts Realm. In other words, such a restriction would not put Chen Zong at a disadvantage.
"The rules of the final battle are as follows: each of you will compete against the other nine. If you win, you will get one point, if you draw, you will get zero points. The final ranking will be decided based on the number of points you have." The elder of the Fleeting Sword Sect announced.
"First round, Number One versus Number Two."
As soon as the elder finished speaking, Long Changyun, a member of the royal family on the first platform, and Qin Yi, a disciple of the Xuan Zhen Palace on the second platform, leaped out of the platform at the same time and fell from the sky.
Long Changyun's body descended like a dragon, passing through the transparent light screen and landing on the main platform. Qin Yi, on the other hand, flew out like a gust of wind and landed on the main platform at the same time.
The moment they passed through the light screen, their cultivation and physical strength were restricted to the same level.
Long Changyun moved his arms and legs a little to adapt to the restriction of his strength. He grabbed the big sword on the sword rack and placed it under his ribs with both hands. The body of the sword was facing forward. He kicked with both legs, and his True Force erupted from his body. Along with a sharp roar, Long Changyun's body and sword became one, turning into a dragon and breaking through the air.
The big sword broke through the wind and fiercely attacked Qin Yi.
Qin Yi held the thin long sword in his hand. Between the trembling of the sword body, the sword body swayed, bursting out countless sword Qi and sword shadows. Each of them shot out and turned into an arc surrounding the sword body, which was amazingly sharp.
As Qin Yi's sword fell, hundreds of sharp sword Qi seemed to be chaotic, but it was also mysterious. In an instant, it blasted forward like a group of sword Qi, and also like a sword Qi hurricane.
"The Chaotic Sword has some skills, but it's not enough." Long Changyun roared. Not only did he not change his move, but his sword was even more powerful. The golden dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, making an earth-shattering roar. Its momentum was amazing. Layers of sound waves spread out, as if they were scraping the air layer by layer.
The dragon's claws fiercely clawed and crushed dozens of extremely sharp sword Qi, but the other sword Qi slashed on the dragon's body, cutting open wounds.
The dragon collapsed, and the sword Qi dissipated. The big sword and the thin sword approached each other. At the moment when they were about to collide, Long Changyun grinned. His joints bulged, and the blue veins on the back of his hands were like pythons. He slashed at Qin Yi in a more violent manner.
Long Changyun's cultivation method and swordsmanship were mainly fierce and domineering. They were very powerful in a head-on fight. Even if the power of his cultivation was limited, the power of his cultivation method still existed and was not weakened at all.
Qin Yi's arm trembled, and his body and sword became one. He quickly and sharply bypassed Long Changyun's sword and leaped from it. His long sword shook, and countless sharp sword lights slashed at Long Changyun's head.
Long Changyun's arms moved the sword, and he changed from a forward to an upward slash. He was like a dragon rising into the sky, with amazing power and mighty power.
Qin Yi's cultivation method and swordsmanship were destined to be unsuitable for him to fight with Long Changyun head-on. That would be giving up his own advantage.
In a few blinks of an eye, Long Changyun and Qin Yi exchanged hundreds of moves in a square inch. The people around them all stared with their eyes wide open and held their breath. It was too thrilling.
Whether it was Long Changyun or Qin Yi, their swordsmanship was at the first level of Lingwu, the second level of Body and Sword Unity.
There were three levels of Body and Sword Unity, and the gap between each level was obvious. Some people practiced to the third level of the first level, but as a result, they could not break through to the second level in their whole life.
In the Lingwu realm, every move and every style seemed to be alive and had some kind of spirituality.
"I have a title called Tyrant Dragon Sword, and this move is called Tyrant Dragon Sky Strike!" With the roar of Long Changyun, he waved his sword, and a golden dragon seemed to tear the sky, with endless power, and fiercely rushed to Qin Yi in the ring.
Qin Yi's eyes flashed with blue sword light, and he looked directly at the overbearing dragon. He clasped the sword in his hand, and the sword Qi overflowed. Immediately, he raised his sword.
"Chaos … Thousand Blades!"
As Qin Yi's voice sounded, as if it was the end, thousands of swords broke through the air, crisscrossing between the swords like a hurricane of destruction, with unparalleled horror blasted toward the golden Jiao dragon.
The Golden Jiao Dragon trembled as it was cut into a thousand pieces by the terrifying sword edge. Then, it shattered into pieces.
"Break!" Long Changyun's voice sounded from the sky, and behind the golden dragon, his sword slashed down fiercely. The golden sword light was like the sun hanging in the sky, like a falling star.
The remaining sword light was smashed, and the golden sword light fell with unparalleled overbearingness. This time, Qin Yi did not dodge, but looked up and waved his long sword. The body and the sword were one, and the whole person exuded an amazing sharpness.
Invincible!
"Chaos … Return to One Cut!"
All the power was gathered in this sword. The long sword in Qin Yi's hand was trembling at an indescribable speed, directly tearing the sky, and slashing out. Under the sword, there seemed to be a strange flash of black.
"The Chaos Sword Technique of the Xuan Zhen Palace is indeed unique." Ancestor Tian Hong nodded secretly.
The golden sword-light was torn apart, and the sword slashed down with irresistible force like a hot knife through butter.
The sword light dissipated, and Long Changyun's body rushed to the sky uncontrollably, hit the top of the light curtain, and then fell down.
When he fell to the arena, he stabilized his body, but his Qi and blood were shaking, and his True Force fluctuations were scattered. When he was about to recover, a sword seemed to come from the sky, and Long Changyun's hair stood on end.
He barely raised the sword in front of him, and the sword light directly cut on the sword. The terrible power surged, and the sharp edge was peerless. It penetrated his body, and made Long Changyun feel that he was cut in two in an instant, and he could not resist the tyrannical power. His whole body flew out in the turbulent Qi and blood, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was weak.
"He won." In the audience, Lin Fu could not help but clench her fist, and she was overjoyed.
Chen Zong was not surprised. Qin Yi's swordsmanship was indeed stronger than Long Changyun's, so it was not a big deal for him to win. But even so, it was not easy to win. Qin Yi had done his best.
"You've won this battle." Long Changyun got up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said without discouragement. As his voice fell, suddenly, two rays of light fell from the light curtain, shining on Long Changyun and Qin Yi. In a few breaths, their injuries were healed, and they also replenished their energy.
Qin Yi just smiled and did not say anything. However, in his opinion, a win was a win, and there was no luck to speak of.
"No. 1 and No. 2, leave the main arena. No. 3 and No. 4, come on stage."
No. 3 was the disciple of the Jinghong Sword Sect, Traceless Sword Ye Jingfeng. In the last Matchless Sword Battle, Ye Jingfeng was ranked third. After three years of cultivation, not only was his strength stronger, but his swordsmanship was also more profound.
No. 4 was the disciple of the Wanluo Sect, Wanxiang Sword Li Shiyun. In the last Matchless Sword Battle, he was ranked ninth. The difference between ninth and third was not small.
Facing Ye Jingfeng, Li Shiyun's face was serious because they had fought in the last Matchless Sword Battle, and he knew very well how powerful Ye Jingfeng was.
Although after three years, his swordsmanship had improved a little, and it was more profound, Ye Jingfeng's talent was outstanding, and he was trained in a Sect that specialized in swordsmanship. He would definitely not be stagnant.
Taking a step back, his improvement in the past three years would at most catch up with Ye Jingfeng three years ago.
The chances of winning were very low.
But even so, he would not admit defeat.
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