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Still, Wang Guiwu seemed to be in a disadvantaged position, yet he remained unwavering, refusing to retreat even a step. At this moment, those who had been puzzled by his actions before now understood, even if their reactions were slower.

This was entirely Wang Guiwu’s deliberate intention.

Sure enough, after dozens of exchanges, Wang Guiwu suddenly surged forward, sprinting towards Tang Renfei. With a sweeping sword strike, Tang Renfei, despite his desperate resistance, was eventually forced out of the sparring arena.

Tang Renfei’s defeat stirred restlessness among the other observing disciples, and many eyes turned toward the Primordial Sword Sect.

Among the four sects, the Primordial Sword Sect was relatively weaker in overall strength. With the other three sects having suffered defeats, it was likely that the Primordial Sword Sect wouldn’t fare well either unless they sent their top disciple to directly challenge.

It really comes down to the difference in strength.”

Miao Daoxin observed Wang Guiwu below the sparring arena and spoke softly. With that, he was about to step into the arena himself.

Wang Guiwu possessed considerable strength, and Miao Daoxin was only slightly confident, especially given that Wang Guiwu hadn’t concealed too much of his power.

However, precisely because of Wang Guiwu’s strength, Miao Daoxin was stepping in now. The Primordial Sword Sect couldn’t afford not to have someone challenge; otherwise, it would be an embarrassing situation, tarnishing the sect’s reputation.

As the top disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect, Miao Daoxin had to step forward. It was a responsibility and a role he had to fulfill.

“Miao Senior Brother, let me go first. I’ll force out whatever he’s been hiding.”

Yan Shijin intervened and stopped Miao Daoxin, smiling as he spoke.

Yan Shijin wasn’t entirely confident in his abilities if he went down, but if he stayed back, he’d also be dissatisfied. In the previous observation, Yan Shijin’s strength was too weak for him to make a meaningful impact.

This time, if he didn’t step forward, he might either successfully break through to a higher realm before the next observation, or he could fail and withdraw from the ranks of top disciples.

Immortal Cloud Sword Sect was formidable, and Yan Shijin acknowledged this fact. Yet, precisely because he acknowledged it, he also wanted to measure himself against the disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect. It wasn’t about determining superiority or inferiority but about maintaining his courage.

He couldn’t afford to let himself be overshadowed, especially considering that he might carry a shadow even after breaking through to a higher realm if he didn’t face this challenge.

Recognizing the opponent’s strength and having a lingering fear of them were two distinct things. Yan Shijin didn’t want to be the latter.

Additionally, the disciples of the other sects were either second or third in line to challenge, but when a disciple from the Primordial Sword Sect stepped up, they were the top representative, making others look down on them without reason.

“Yan Senior Brother, be careful!”

Chen Fei noticed the intent in Yan Shijin’s eyes but didn’t stop him. He offered a cautious reminder.

“I will.” Yan Shijin smiled faintly, patted Chen Fei’s shoulder, and with a leap, he was in the sparring arena.

“Finally, we have representatives from all four sects.”

Wang Guiwu looked at Yan Shijin, his head tilting slightly. “I held back a bit against the others, but with you, there’s no need!”

“Please guide me, Senior Wang!” Yan Shijin sensed the change in Wang Guiwu’s aura and cautiously raised the sword in his hand.

“Guide you? Of course!”

Wang Guiwu’s face revealed a defiant expression, as if he had finally shown his true feelings. As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Guiwu charged directly at Yan Shijin.

This was the first time Wang Guiwu had taken the initiative. In the previous three exchanges, he had reacted only after others made their moves. He had even engaged in several exchanges with the following opponents before determining the outcome.

Giant Spirit Sword!

Yan Shijin shouted lowly, his posture straightening. His entire aura transformed from that of a refined scholar to that of a towering giant.

Yan Shijin didn’t wait for Wang Guiwu to approach; instead, he charged toward him as well. In the blink of an eye, the two collided.

“Bang bang bang!”

Yan Shijin fully demonstrated the immense power of the Giant Spirit Sword Sword, directly clashing head-on with Wang Guiwu.

Liu Peiyong, who previously clashed head-on with Wang Guiwu, was now lying down, recuperating. He had engaged with Wang Guiwu for just two exchanges and was already rendered powerless.

At this moment, Yan Shijin’s direct confrontation was truly holding its own, and even Wang Guiwu’s eyes sparkled. The strength that Yan Shijin displayed exceeded Wang Guiwu’s expectations.

“Now this is more like it!

Wang Guiwu laughed heartily, his body slightly swelling. The force behind his sword blade grew considerably heavier. With a single strike, Yan Shijin involuntarily took a step back.

Immortal Cloud Sword Sect’s Tianyue Sword!

The Giant Spirit Sword Sword employed strength to overpower opponents. In the later stages of the Aperture Tempering realm, it could open up to eighty meridians. In the realm of cultivating Visceral Tempering realm techniques, this was already considered an excellent method. After all, it could be practiced up to the late stages of the Aperture Tempering realm, providing an opportunity to break through to stronger realms.

However, the Tianyue Sword, the core inheritance of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, truly represented a bit of the sect’s essence. In contrast to the Thunderous Sword Force that every inner disciple could learn, the power possessed by the Tianyue Sword represented the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect to some extent.

The Tianyue Sword could open up to a hundred meridians in the Aperture Tempering realm, almost reaching the perfection of a hundred and eight meridians. Compared to the Giant Spirit Sword Sword, it had an inherent advantage.

Although the Tianyue Sword from the Visceral Tempering chapter might not be as exaggerated, in terms of its intricacy, it outperformed some aspects of the Giant Spirit Sword Sword. Moreover, Wang Guiwu’s mastery of the Tianyue Sword had reached a profound level.

“Bang bang bang!”

Wang Guiwu’s hair fluttered backward as he advanced step by step, each strike pushing Yan Shijin back. After three exchanges, Yan Shijin began to show signs of fatigue.

Such a direct confrontation was inherently more physically demanding, especially when facing an attack from a heavy sword like the Tianyue Sword. Yan Shijin’s understanding of the Giant Spirit Sword Sword was still lacking in comparison.

On the spectator stands, Elder Wu Guangyin of the Primordial Sword Sect furrowed his brows. Eventually, he couldn’t help but sigh softly. In terms of techniques, and even realm, they were outmatched. It wasn’t unjust for them to lose this battle.

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion echoed as Yan Shijin ultimately couldn’t withstand the weight of Wang Guiwu’s heavy sword. He was forcefully slammed into the ground, a mist of blood filling the air.

Wang Guiwu burst into laughter, his foot landing on Yan Shijin’s head. Yan Shijin was already unconscious in midair, and he crashed brutally outside the sparring arena.

“Hahaha, not bad in terms of strength, but your force is too weak!” Wang Guiwu laughed with an air of arrogance.

Chen Fei quickly arrived by Yan Shijin’s side. Yan Shijin was weakened, severely injured, and in critical condition. If Wang Guiwu’s kick had been even slightly stronger, Yan Shijin might have lost his life on the spot.

Wu Guangyin infused Vital Energy into Yan Shijin’s body, temporarily stabilizing his injuries. Injuries of this magnitude couldn’t be fully recovered from without at least half a year of rest and recovery, and it might even impact his foundational strength.

Chen Fei glanced at Wang Guiwu, narrowing his eyes. Just as he was about to step forward, someone else had already beaten him to it, arriving on the sparring arena. It was Miao Daoxin.

Yan Shijin’s injuries were arguably the most severe among those involved in the previous exchanges. As the top disciple, Miao Daoxin couldn’t remain passive.

“I know you, the Primordial Sword Sect’s top disciple. You’ve finally decided to step up!”

Wang Guiwu’s eyes brightened upon seeing Miao Daoxin. Wang Guiwu had studied the top disciples of all four sects. In this competition, his target was these four individuals.

Miao Daoxin’s entry onto the stage excited Wang Guiwu. To him, his exchange with Yan Shijin earlier was at most serious, but he hadn’t gone all out yet.

“Please guide me!”

Seeing that Wang Guiwu didn’t seem to be using any elixirs, Miao Daoxin frowned slightly, igniting a sense of fury within him.

Come, let me see the true level of the Primordial Sword Sect’s top disciple!” Wang Guiwu beckoned with his finger.

Miao Daoxin’s eyes narrowed. He shifted his feet, swiftly closing the distance to Wang Guiwu. He raised the sword in his hand and swung it towards Wang Guiwu.

Wang Guiwu was about to raise his sword when he suddenly felt a force of gravity pressing down on him, causing his movements to slow involuntarily.

“Zhongyuan Sword? All that fancy nonsense, I’ll break it!” Wang Guiwu sneered.

The force from the Tianyue Sword suddenly burst forth, tearing apart the gravity pressing down on him. Wang Guiwu’s long sword was raised in a sweeping motion, akin to a collapsing mountain, crashing down towards Miao Daoxin.

“Boom!”

The entire sparring arena trembled slightly as Wang Guiwu and Miao Daoxin each took a step back. Somewhere along the line, Miao Daoxin’s sword had turned completely black, a manifestation of the Zhongyuan Sword pushed to its limits.

“Good! Come again!”

Wang Guiwu’s expression was fervent. Ignoring the numbness in his body, he took a step forward, thrusting his sword toward Miao Daoxin. Miao Daoxin wouldn’t show weakness, and he also moved forward, meeting him head-on.

“Clang!”

The sound of swords clashing violently reverberated as the two stood their ground, their blades colliding dozens of times in midair.

The explosive clash of sword forces tore through their muscles, blood flowing freely.

Miao Daoxin’s complexion began to pale slightly. After several more exchanges, he began to feel that he was struggling to hold on.

For the Zhongyuan Sword, Miao Daoxin had already comprehended it to an exceedingly profound level, nearly reaching the point of no further progress. However, by nature, the Zhongyuan Sword was weaker than the Tianyue Sword.

Wang Guiwu’s understanding of the Tianyue Sword was not inferior to Miao Daoxin’s grasp of the Zhongyuan Sword. At this moment, the strength of their techniques determined their advantage.

“Your force is weak, too weak! Have you not eaten? Put some effort into it!”

Wang Guiwu seemed like he was going mad. Instead of weakening due to his injuries, his entire aura was becoming increasingly elevated.

“Struggle of Profound Force!”

Several elders of the Primordial Sword Sect looked grim. Wang Guiwu had actually cultivated the core technique of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, the Struggle of Profound Force! It was a technique that grew stronger with each battle. Rumor had it that when cultivated to its peak, it could fight until the last drop of blood was shed.

Wang Guiwu hadn’t reached that level, of course, but with the boost from the Struggle of Profound Force, he was becoming stronger and stronger. Miao Daoxin was on the brink of defeat!

“Put in more effort, are you a woman? Or are you even worse than a woman?”

Wang Guiwu roared, and a blood-red tinge appeared on the Tianyue Sword. He swung his sword, shattering the black aura around Miao Daoxin’s blade and even breaking through the Zhongyuan Sword’s force.

“Thud!”

Miao Daoxin was struck in the chest by Wang Guiwu’s sword, sent flying across the sparring arena. He crashed heavily onto the ground, instantly staining it with red.

On Miao Daoxin’s chest, the beating heart was visible, almost at the brink of stillness.

Many of the observing disciples turned slightly pale at the sight of this strike. Miao Daoxin was already so formidable, yet he was still not a match for Wang Guiwu.

The top disciples of the other three sects wore solemn expressions. Wang Guiwu’s dominance far exceeded their expectations.

“Who else, who’s next!”

Wang Guiwu, ignoring his own injuries, scanned the top disciples of the other three sects. Having seen their portraits, he focused on the three of them. He intended to sweep through the top disciples of all four sects!

“Disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect, please enlighten me!”

A voice rang out, prompting gasps from the surrounding crowd. Wang Guiwu turned and saw a Primordial Sword Sect disciple standing on the sparring arena.

“A nameless nobody dares to stand here? Get down from there!”

Wang Guiwu snorted coldly, lacking patience. He stepped forward and approached Chen Fei, the Tianyue Sword bearing down on him.

“Boom!”

An explosion resounded as a figure was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the sparring arena, rolling a few rounds before coming to a stop. All the watching disciples widened their eyes in disbelief – the one sent flying was Wang Guiwu himself.

“Is this force enough?”

Chen Fei flashed in front of Wang Guiwu, looking down from above and asking in a soft voice..