Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Most people watching the game are just there for the spectacle.

Only a few people can truly understand it, let alone see the flaws in the Southern Star Sword.

Of course, some younger disciples, after receiving guidance from the sect elders, would go on stage to take on challenges. But hearing about it is one thing, doing it is another.

Yu Lingzhou has defended his title for more days than in the previous Five States Tournament, setting a new record.

After several days of continuous battles, Li Jinzhen was defeated due to insufficient spiritual power.

"Go, Junior Sister Ning!"

"If we can outlast those three from Hezhou and Zhongzhou by a few more days, the champion of this Five States Tournament will be our Yuling State!"

"Hey, don't put pressure on Senior Sister Ning."

"There's still one person from Hezhou who hasn't stepped into the ring yet!"

"That's pretty much it. This guy in the Hezhou arena won't last long; he'll probably be defeated soon."

Fan Yuming, Ruan Zongquan, and others who trained with Ning Fusang also offered their encouragement. Wen Siling went even further, saying, "Junior Sister Ning, I have high hopes for you. You're definitely better than that guy from Zhongzhou."

That person was only at the peak of the eighth level of the cultivation realm; in terms of endurance, he might not be stronger than Junior Sister Ning. Junior Sister Ning's name is even on the sword stele.

Ning Fusang stepped onto the ring.

Inside a tall building, the man narrowed his eyes and crushed the white jade cup in his hand.

It was her.

Last time, he swindled such a large sum of spirit stones from Fengyunfang and then disappeared without a trace. I never expected to meet him again on the arena in Lingzhou.

The attendant beside him noticed that his young master was staring intently at the girl on the stage. Following his gaze, a knowing look flashed in his eyes.

That girl was indeed exceptionally beautiful.

"Young master, have you taken a fancy to her?" the servant asked, completely oblivious to the situation.

Mo Fengjue's eyes grew increasingly dangerous, and he gave a forced, insincere snort. He had waited at Fengyunfang every day, hoping to avenge his humiliation, but she had never come.

Since she is the one guarding the arena in Lingzhou, I should give her a big gift.

"Lin Fu, instruct all the experts in the clan present to properly question the sword."

Lin Fu shuddered. If the young master gave such an order, it must be because that girl had offended him. Just as he was about to leave, Mo Fengjue waved his hand, "Never mind, I'll go and see for myself."

Mo Fengjue stood up and instantly appeared on the arena. Lin Fu hurriedly went to help his young master pay the spirit stones.

Ning Fusang raised an eyebrow as he looked at the person who suddenly appeared on the arena. "The money-bringing boy from Fengyunfang?"

"The Mo family of Zhongzhou, Mo Fengjue." He said each word slowly and deliberately, his narrow eyes fixed on Ning Fusang without the slightest hint of a smile.

Ning Fusang smiled and said, "Ning Fusang of the Southern Star Sword Sect."

Mo Feng almost ground his teeth to powder. No wonder he couldn't find her information; it turned out that "Shu Guang" was a fake name!

"Hehe." Mo Fengjue chuckled sinisterly, "Fellow Daoist, your name is much better than Shu Guang."

Ning Fusang nodded: "Thank you for the compliment."

Mo Fengjue choked, snorted coldly, and summoned his magic weapon, the Cold Moon Blade.

The precious sword was shaped like a crescent moon, smooth and crystal clear, exuding a chilling aura that instantly made the surrounding air feel much colder.

Ning Fusang drew the Su'a sword. The sword was plain and simple, without any complicated patterns, yet it shimmered with a pure light and was full of spiritual energy.

"A sixth-tier spirit sword, acceptable."

Mo Fengjue commented that Ning Fusang's sudden sword strike, without warning, startled him. "Does she have any martial ethics?" Little did he know that in Ning Fusang's view, they had already exchanged names and performed all the proper etiquette. Why was she still wasting words with her?

With the aid of magic, sword energy, like silk threads, enveloped the entire space. Mo Fengjue slashed with his treasured blade, and in an instant, it surged forth like a thousand horses galloping in silence.

In Ning Fusang's eyes, the speed of the blade was as fast as a shooting star. She gripped her sword and slashed, and the sword energy was like a giant beast, swallowing up all the attacks.

The longsword was elegant and aimed straight at Mo Fengjue's face. He shifted his feet and moved nimbly, stepping on the tip of the sword and leaping into the air, unleashing seven or eight sword energies in mid-air.

Boom boom boom!
The blade's energy crashed onto the arena, sounding like a spring thunderclap.

The light was radiant and captivating, making Ning Fusang's already fair face appear even whiter and colder, devoid of any emotion.

The arena was filled with the glint of swords and the clash of blades. Ning Fusang unleashed a "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" technique, sending thousands of flying swords bursting forth.

Mo Fengjue also unleashed a divine power called "Seven Absolute Blades," with layers of blade energy stacked upon each other, continuous and resilient. By the fifth strike, the power had been amplified to an astonishing degree.

The blade flashed like a white ribbon, but Ning Fusang neither dodged nor avoided it. She slashed straight out with her sword, and the sword energy, like a giant hand, tore through the white ribbon and passed by her. Apart from cutting off a strand of her hair, the power of the sword was completely dissipated.

Lin Fu's eyes widened, and he murmured, "Young Master's Seven Deadly Blades have cumulative damage. Most people can't withstand the fifth strike, but she neutralized it so easily? She's really amazing."

Mo Fengjue gripped the hilt of his sword and unleashed his sixth strike.

A force as powerful as a collapsing mountain pressed down on Ning Fusang. She swung her longsword, the sword shadows like flowers, and crashed into it. Then, she moved and appeared to Mo Fengjue's right.

Although it is unknown what kind of supernatural power this is, it is clear that the damage of the second strike is many times greater than that of the first strike, and Mo Fengjue cannot be given another chance to strike.

Ning Fusang channeled her spiritual power into the blade of the Su'a Sword, unleashing the Flower-Splitting Sword Technique.

Clang!
Mo Fengjue's arm went numb, and his body retreated in a straight line. He glanced to the side and saw that he was only half a zhang away from the arena.

Mo Fengjue flashed and appeared behind Ning Fusang. However, as if she had eyes in the back of her head, she immediately thrust her sword back. Under the impenetrable attack, Mo Fengjue had no chance to use the final move of the Seven Absolute Blades.

Ning Fusang sensed that the opponent's energy had become disordered, and without holding back, she delivered a sword strike.

The force was so overwhelming that it sent Mo Fengjue crashing straight off the stage!

He stared in disbelief at the ground beneath his hands, seemingly unable to believe that he had lost so easily.

"Young Master." Lin Fu pushed through the crowd and quickly helped him up, asking cautiously, "Are you alright?"

Mo Fengjue's face was dark as he let the servants help him up. He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Let the others go and ask the sword. Whoever can knock her down can come to me and claim ten thousand spirit stones!"

Lin Fu's eyes widened as he looked towards the arena. Ten thousand spirit stones made him want to try his luck. However, he knew his own limitations and shook his head, banishing the thought from his mind.

The experts from the Mo family, having received their orders, were eager to try their skills, but someone had already stepped onto the arena ahead of them.

"Fairy Qingchen of the Miaoyin Sect? Why would someone at the peak of the eighth level of the realm challenge someone at the mid-stage of the eighth level?"

"With Fairy Qingchen making a move, it seems we have no chance of getting these ten thousand spirit stones."

"Oh dear, I was just one step too late, this is so frustrating!"

"Let's take a look first."

Several retainers of the Mo family started discussing the matter, each offering their own opinion.

Mo Fengjue's expression was deep and thoughtful, his lips pursed, as if he were lost in thought.

He had fought Ning Fusang before, and her combat strength was far more than what her cultivation level indicated.

And who knows if she has any tricks up her sleeve? Mo Fengjue knew very well that he had not forced her to reveal her true strength.

(End of this chapter)