Tong Xiuyin had chosen a bamboo forest as her battle environment.
There was a large bamboo forest, each of them as thick as a thigh and more than ten meters tall. The slender bamboo leaves were verdant and exuded a refreshing fragrance.
When the wind blew, a rustling sound could be heard.
Tong Xiuyin shuttled through the bamboo forest, swaying and creating illusions. The long whip in her hand was constantly changing in length, striking Shen Hongyue from all directions. It was as if countless spiritual snakes were dancing in the air, unpredictable and unpredictable.
Shen Hongyue's expression was cold and arrogant. Deep within her beautiful eyes, there seemed to be faint blue moonlight spreading out. Soon after, she raised her slender white hand. Between her five fingers, a faint white light slowly shone, as if she was capturing two bright moons.
This was also the Little Dark Moon Hand, but it was different from Lin Bai's Little Dark Moon Hand.
The Little Dark Moon Hand passed down from Yinyue Mountain would appear differently depending on the person who cultivated it.
Two small bright moons rose, but with amazing power, they surrounded Shen Hongyue and blocked all of Tong Xiuyin's attacks.
Then, two crimson flashed in the depths of Shen Hongyue's eyes. She raised her right hand and bent her five fingers, forming a crimson half-moon. With a wave of her right hand, the crimson half-moon tore the sky apart and slashed toward Tong Xiuyin at an amazing speed, leaving a red mark in the air.
Tong Xiuyin's numerous shadows made it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. She avoided the attack of the crimson half-moon and struck from the other side with her whip. With a light shake, she let out a shocking roar, as if a dragon had soared into the sky.
The crimson half-moon made a turn in the air, drawing a beautiful arc as it attacked Tong Xiuyin again.
The surrounding bamboos were constantly damaged. Some were cut in half, and some were directly shattered. Countless bamboo leaves fluttered in the air, but they were shattered by the terrifying power and filled the air like dust.
Tong Xiuyin used the Hundred Shadow Strike, and a hundred long whips struck down. As the wind blew, the bamboos swayed, and countless bamboo leaves fell with the wind again. Guided by the invisible power of the Hundred Shadow Strike, they turned into a bamboo leaf spiral and swooped down from the sky like a bamboo leaf dragon.
The proud roar resounded through the bamboo forest, shaking even more bamboo leaves to fall and merge with the bamboo leaf dragon, making it even more powerful.
Shen Hongyue's expression suddenly changed.
He spread out his arms, and an astonishing aura gushed out. His tyrannical power surged, and the outline of a bright moon appeared behind him. It quickly solidified, turning into a crimson moon the size of a millstone.
The crimson moon rose into the sky with an irresistible force, breaking through all the cages, obstacles, and shackles.
The Hundred Shadow Strikes shattered one after another, and the crimson moon trembled as if it was about to shatter, but it did not. However, with the attack of the bamboo leaf dragon, it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. As the crimson moon shattered, the bamboo leaf dragon also collapsed, but the remaining bamboo leaves shot towards Shen Hongyue like sharp swords.
Every bamboo leaf carried a portion of Tong Xiuyin's power. Although they weren't very strong, they had the advantage in terms of quantity. There were more than a thousand of them, and dozens of them shot toward Shen Hongyue in waves, causing her quite a bit of trouble.
There were more than ten consecutive waves, and Tong Xiuyin's whip shadows shuttled back and forth.
This was a very advantageous battle environment for Tong Xiuyin, but it had no effect on Shen Hongyue. She gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and was eventually defeated.
Tong Xiuyin got one point, while Shen Hongyue got zero.
The fourth match was between number seven, Shen Hongyue, and number one, Fang Xingchen.
When she found out that her opponent was Fang Xingchen, Shen Hongyue's expression changed drastically.
Fang Xingchen!
He was the strongest core disciple in the Sect, and he had reached the third level half a year ago. After this half a year, it was unknown how strong he had become.
Although she already knew that she would definitely go up against Fang Xingchen, when the time came, the pressure in her heart still surged wildly, and she was unable to suppress it.
Shen Hongyue took a deep breath, and her towering chest rose and fell rapidly. She gradually calmed down. After all, she wasn't someone that an ordinary cultivator could compare to. Regardless of whether it was in terms of strength, talent, or will, she was far superior. Knowing that it was already a fact, there was no point in overthinking or feeling uneasy. Only by being fearless could she bring out her strongest abilities.
Elder Yuan De let Shen Hongyue choose the battle environment.
However, Shen Hongyue started to ponder.
"No matter what the terrain is, you're no match for me," Fang Xingchen said calmly. Fang Xingchen said unhurriedly. His tone was light, but it carried an unquestionable determination. It sounded so natural, and he indeed had the right to say such words.
Geographical advantage could indeed be of help. However, in a situation where one's strength was very obvious, all external factors would appear to be insignificant and insignificant.
"Flat ground." Shen Hongyue made her choice.
Those who knew Shen Hongyue better were astonished, but they soon understood. It was as Fang Xingchen had said. No matter what terrain Shen Hongyue chose, she wouldn't be a match for him. Since that was the case, there was no need for her to choose the terrain that was the most advantageous to her, so as to prevent others from making sufficient preparations.
In the previous few battles, she had chosen the terrain that was advantageous to her. Naturally, it was so that she could get the first point.
Compared to these opponents, none of them were ordinary. If they were to really fight, the outcome would be hard to predict. If she could win one battle, it would be worth it.
Just as Shen Hongyue wished, the ground beneath her feet turned into a flat brown ground.
"Make your move." Fang Xingchen stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. His deep eyes seemed to carry a hint of emptiness, as if he was looking at Shen Hongyue. However, he seemed to be in a state of emptiness, as if nothing mattered to him.
Calm her mind and focus!
In that instant, Shen Hongyue completely adjusted herself. Her expression regained its cold arrogance, and her eyes gleamed. Her pupils seemed to contain two crimson moons.
Shen Hongyue immediately brought out her strongest state. The crimson moons in her eyes became increasingly obvious, as if they were about to condense into a material form.
"Moon Soul Pursuit!"
Amidst her delicate bellow, a crimson moon seemed to leap out from the void. After dashing up into the sky, it swooped down, smashing toward Fang Xingchen.
Fang Xingchen's expression was calm, as if he had not noticed anything, allowing the crimson moon to get closer.
It was only at the instant when the crimson moon struck down before him that Fang Xingchen stretched out his right hand. Although it seemed slow, the movements and trajectory of his arm were extremely clear.
Everyone could not help but be astonished.
Fang Xingchen had actually grabbed toward that crimson moon with his bare hand.
Shen Hongyue's eyes narrowed. That crimson moon contained a total of three types of minor true intents as well as her own tyrannical strength. However, Fang Xingchen's grabbing hand didn't seem to have any aura fluctuations at all. To think that he dared to grab it like that. Did he not want that hand anymore?
However, would Fang Xingchen be so foolish?
Obviously not.
Chen Zong stared at Fang Xingchen, his pupils contracting. To think that Fang Xingchen's control over his own strength had reached such a profound level, not leaking out even the slightest bit of aura. Therefore, it appeared as if he was just making an ordinary move, but in actual fact, all his strength was contained within his hand, as if it was hidden beneath his skin.
Without any surprise, under everyone's gazes, Fang Xingchen grabbed the crimson moon with one hand. The crimson moon, which was the size of a millstone, shrunk rapidly, condensing into a ball that was half the size of a fist.
Opening up his palm, Fang Xingchen's deep eyes landed on it. A hint of a smile appeared on his face as he praised generously, "Very beautiful."
This evaluation left Shen Hongyue tongue-tied.
Although this was not her strongest move, it was still one of her second moves. To think that it had been so easily grasped by Fang Xingchen, and he had even given it a very beautiful evaluation, as if he was evaluating an item.
Then, without waiting for Shen Hongyue to react, Fang Xingchen's palm trembled slightly. If one were to take a closer look, they would notice that there were layers of ripples spreading out from Fang Xingchen's palm.
The crimson moon that had been compressed in his palm suddenly shot out, shooting toward Shen Hongyue at an even faster speed.
Shen Hongyue's countenance changed drastically, and she was extremely astonished. She could sense an even more majestic and domineering power from the compressed crimson moon. Moreover, it had locked onto her, and there was no way for her to evade it no matter what.
She took it head-on.
With a loud boom, the crimson light suddenly expanded, enveloping Shen Hongyue's entire body, as if it was going to devour her.
Fang Xingchen once again stood with his hands behind his back, looking to the front with an indifferent expression.
When the crimson light dissipated, Shen Hongyue was half-kneeling on the ground with both hands supporting her. She was panting heavily, and her face was pale. That earlier attack seemed to have seeped into her body and wreaked havoc. She had no choice but to exhaust all her strength to defend against it.
"I admit defeat." After a few breaths, Shen Hongyue, who had recovered a little of her strength, spoke up. Her tone was low, and her expression was gloomy. She had never expected that there would be such a huge gap between her strength and Fang Xingchen's.
Everyone else was also extremely astonished.
No matter what, Shen Hongyue was at the level of the second level, while Fang Xingchen was at the level of the third level. Even the difference between the first level and the second level should not be that big.
Could it be that the third level had already reached a level that was incomprehensible?
"He's indeed very strong," Chen Zong said to himself, and a hint of battle intent flashed in his eyes.
Chen Zong knew that it would not be difficult for him to defeat Shen Hongyue. However, Fang Xingchen's methods were extraordinary, and this really surprised Chen Zong.
The more this was so, the more intense Chen Zong's battle intent became. However, now was not the time for him to fight against Fang Xingchen. He took in a deep breath, and then a long exhalation, temporarily suppressing the battle intent in his heart.
The other eight people were all extremely shocked. Who could be a match for Fang Xingchen?
As expected, the first place was already destined. The only one who could fight for it was the second place.
No, perhaps only the third place. Thinking of this, Yu Zhengxiao, Tang Zhengming, and Tong Xiuyin could not help but glance at Chen Zong.
Back when they were carrying out the mission in the Crimson Sun Sub-world, the strength that Chen Zong had displayed had already surpassed theirs. They also knew that Chen Zong's cultivation had not reached the peak of the nine-star level back then. After such a period of cultivation, his strength must have become even stronger. It was just that they did not know what level he had reached.
Had he reached the third level?
They were not sure. Chen Zong did not admit or deny it.
However, if one were to insist on saying that there was someone who could go up against Fang Xingchen, perhaps Chen Zong had a slight possibility. However, it was only a slight possibility. This was especially so after seeing how Fang Xingchen had made his move.
Fang Xingchen won, and Shen Hongyue lost for the second time.
"Eldest Senior Brother, this Fang Xingchen's strength is indeed very strong." A disciple of the Ultimate Martial Heavenly Sect was extremely surprised.
"He's indeed not weak." The black-robed young man's voice was deep, and his eyes flickered with a gleam of anticipation.
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