Infinite Fighting

The arena itself is also a magical artifact, a top-tier Netherworld (Mythical) level artifact.

It contains a small world inside.

From a certain perspective, it is no worse than Zhang Ji's Hope Ship.

During the competition, the Qingcang Sect specially allocated areas for them to use based on their different cultivation levels.

Once inside the venue, Zhang Ji also cut off all contact with the outside world.

He was teleported to a mountain valley. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by huge lakes and towering mountains that hindered his progress. In the forests of those mountains, he could even see the figures of some Xuan-level wild beasts.

In comparison, these wild beasts are equivalent to the strength of a cultivator at the Divine Aperture Realm.

At this moment, many viewers felt that Zhang was in serious trouble.

Feng Chen and his group, in particular, couldn't help but sigh.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ji had such bad luck when he entered the venue this time.

Xiao Mingyu and Wan Lan, who had just recovered from her treatment, were also watching the match. Upon seeing Zhang Ji's condition, Xiao Mingyu frowned and said, "Junior Brother Li is unlucky. In a place like this, just getting out will take a lot of effort, let alone competing with other opponents."

Wan Lan thought the same thing.

She was still somewhat curious about Zhang Ji, the Heavenly Emperor's personal disciple.

I'm really curious to know what makes him so outstanding that he could attract the attention of a celestial being.

However, as of now, Wan Lan has not found any particular outstanding aspect of Zhang Ji.

Although their combat strength is quite strong, compared to other True Martial Disciples of the same level, it's really just so-so.

Just then, Zhang Ji moved.

They headed straight for the lake.

"What is he going to do?"

"Walking directly into the water? Wouldn't that be too much of a waste of energy?"

Amidst the doubts, the wind element beneath Zhang Ji flowed, carrying away the lake water's temperature and causing it to freeze instantly.

With each step, Zhang Ji easily glided dozens of meters, heading straight towards a certain direction along the lake.

"It's some kind of technique for controlling the primordial energy of heaven and earth. It's used so exquisitely. This level of control has probably reached the realm of subtlety!"

"This makes things much easier for him."

"No, judging from the direction he's heading, it seems to be towards another player's location. Does he know where the others are? Could he be cheating?"

Amidst countless questioning gazes, Zhang Ji had already crossed the lake and headed towards the plains ahead.

He didn't slow down, and soon, at the intersection of the two mountains, he met the first contestant.

That was also a human cultivator, and he was carrying a short sword.

Upon seeing Zhang Ji, his expression turned serious, and he then drew his sword.

"I know you, Li Long, are Qin Tianjun's personal disciple and are very strong. But if you fight me to the death here, even if you win, you may not be able to gain the upper hand when facing others later!"

Jiang Shuyuan tried to persuade Zhang Ji to back down, but this was only the beginning, and he really didn't want to fight Zhang Ji.

That would be a huge waste of your energy.

"If you don't have the strength and confidence to overwhelm your peers, do you dare to call yourself a prodigy?" Zhang Ji shook his head slightly.

Hearing Zhang Ji's words, Jiang Shuyuan was a little unhappy.

Isn't this clearly saying that he's afraid of lizards?
"Since that's the case, I'll have to let you experience the exquisite sword techniques of my Purple Cloud Peak!" Jiang Shuyuan said.

Their conversation was also captured by the magical artifact, amplified, and played back in the battlefield observation area.

This heated exchange is exactly what the audience wants to see.

They all hide and wait for the circle to shrink, hoping to reap the benefits in the end. They're all tired of that kind of fighting style.

Zhang Ji's idea of ​​deciding the winner in one fell swoop is exactly what they like best.

“Even as a direct disciple of the Heavenly Emperor, this boy is far too arrogant,” said Master Shi Meng of Zixiao Peak.

"Arrogance stems from having the ability," Ji Ziyan replied calmly.

Although he also felt that Zhang might be a bit reckless.

But Zhang Ji is now representing their Xuan Shen Peak in the competition, so he naturally has to protect Zhang Ji.

Master Shi Meng remained noncommittal, simply awaiting the outcome.

In the arena, Zhang Ji did not draw his sword, but looked at Jiang Shuyuan and said, "I'll give you the chance to make the first move."

"You don't use magic tools?" Jiang Shuyuan asked, puzzled.

"No need," Zhang Ji replied truthfully.

Jiang Shuyuan laughed in exasperation, saying, "Fine, fine, fine, I don't need it. I'd like to experience your superior skills, Brother Li! Take this!"

The next instant, purple sword light flashed, and in his rage, Jiang Shuyuan used a sword move that was beyond his usual level.

The speed and skill of this sword strike have reached the level of those lecturers who taught it in the past.

He himself was shocked by his own sword strike, thinking that Zhang Ji would be instantly killed and unable to withstand it.

However, Zhang Ji simply flicked his fingers together, and as his blood and qi surged, a red light condensed at his fingertips.

The next instant, fingertips and sword tip collided.

"Qiang~!"

It sounded like metal clashing.

Jiang Shuyuan's sword momentum was blocked, and he could not advance even an inch. No matter how much he urged his Yuan Power, it was to no avail.

"There's something there, but only a little."

Zhang Ji broke Jiang Shuyuan's move by using less than one-tenth of the energy of his sword technique, without employing any higher-level methods.

It's a complete and utter technological crushing victory.

"Dang~!"

Zhang Ji flicked his finger, deflecting Jiang Shuyuan's sword. The next instant, to Jiang Shuyuan's astonishment, Zhang Ji unleashed the Purple Cloud Peak sword technique he had used before. Although he hadn't practiced the corresponding Purple Cloud Peak techniques, the moves and the underlying concept were correct.

A sense of etherealness emanated from Zhang Ji, with a faint purple light visible.

As the sword swept across, Jiang Shuyuan was teleported directly out of the arena as it approached.

Based on the judgment of this magical artifact, if Jiang Shuyuan were to be struck by this sword finger, he would undoubtedly die.

Therefore, Jiang Shuyuan was eliminated directly.

Master Shi Meng's expression changed almost imperceptibly.

An uproar erupted in the audience.

"He learned the 'Ethereal Sword Technique' of Zixiao Peak after only seeing his opponent use it once? And judging from the looks of it, he even grasped the sword intent directly!"

"What incredible comprehension! This is the direct instruction from the Heavenly Emperor!!"

"He doesn't need weapons at all, nor does he need them. Yes, he truly possesses the strength to overwhelm anyone of the same level!!!"

Wan Lan and Xiao Mingyu both had somewhat blank expressions.

At this moment, they finally understood why Zhang Ji was the Heavenly Emperor's personal disciple.

That extraordinary talent was displayed in such a straightforward way.

Even the peak masters of the main peaks today, when they were at the same level as Zhang Ji, probably couldn't have done such a feat. Even now, they can't do it. Even though it's just a Xuan-level sword technique, it still takes at least several hours to fully comprehend it. How could someone learn it completely after just one glance?

As for the claim that Zhang Ji learned it in advance, no one has mentioned that.

How long has he been a member of the sect?

He has never been to Zixiao Peak, and he has kept records of all the Dharma teachings he has studied and the people he has met, so conspiracy theories are untenable.

Ding Zhuoran also showed a slightly different expression at this moment.

He was wondering if he could do it.

After thinking it over, he felt that he could do it now!

But if he were to be on the same level as Zhang Ji, he couldn't.

In terms of comprehension, Zhang Ji was a step ahead of him.

"As expected," Ding Zhuoran said with a smile.

He became increasingly interested in Zhang.

In the competition arena, Zhang subtly observed the changes in information and deduced the whereabouts of the many participating disciples. Soon, he encountered his second opponent.

A barbarian man, wielding a long-handled, round-headed hammer weighing at least a thousand pounds, clearly possessed great strength.

The expert from Liuyun Peak that Xiao Mingyu had previously reminded Zhang Ji of should be him.

"Should we fight?" Yi Xu asked Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji waved slightly and said, "I'll let you make the first move."

“No one has ever said that to me before! You’re the first!” Yi Xu grinned.

His smile, combined with his fleshy face, looked slightly ferocious, but in fact, he was just genuinely happy.

The appearance of barbarian men is not exactly approachable.

However, when it comes to combat, their appearance is quite intimidating.

Those who lack strong willpower would break out in a cold sweat upon seeing this figure and that ferocious expression.

"Huhuhu~!"

With a swing of his twin hammers, Yi Xu performed a circular motion to gather power, then leaped high and slammed down.

Zhang Ji also did not draw his weapon, but simply clenched his fist and suddenly struck out.

Techniques from the "Eight Extremes Combat Method" were used, and Zhang Ji had thoroughly mastered the profound meaning of the "Fist Word Technique".

In an instant, the power was continuously accumulated and amplified, and with one part of the force, it burst forth with ten parts of strength!
"Clang! Boom! Bang!"

Zhang Ji smashed through the massive steel hammer with a single punch, and with a slight twitch of his arm, shattered it completely.

Yi Xu, who was wielding the hammer, was sent flying by the force of the impact, crashing dozens of meters away. He rolled twice before getting up in a disheveled state.

His eyes were now filled with shock and bewilderment.

For the first time, someone of his rank outmuscled him.

Moreover, he defeated him using his physical body without using any magical artifacts.

The strength and resilience of that physical body were beyond his comprehension.

But Zhang Ji didn't give him a chance to think it over. Before he knew it, Zhang Ji had already come up to him.

The "Escape Technique" of the Eight Extremes Combat Method emphasizes speed.

The wind resistance is almost non-existent during the journey, and various terrains can be utilized. There is also a method of passing through the void, and at high altitudes, one can directly teleport through space, which is similar to the scenery of the [Divine Foot Buddha Country].

Then, Zhang Ji pointed with his index finger.

The profound meaning of "Finger Word Technique".

This technique is all about focusing, focusing, and focusing again!

Qi and blood condensed into a point of restrained red light, which was then activated by Zhang Ji.

"Whoosh! Pfft!"

The protective light of the magical artifact on Yi Xu's body flashed by and was instantly broken. Then, his figure disappeared without a trace and he was teleported away.

The red light that Zhang Ji condensed pierced through the ground, creating an extremely deep ant hole.

Its depth is already over 500 meters!

The penetrating power condensed in this strike surpasses even the Super Spirit Finger Technique; only Cyril's current Divine Intent Finger Technique can match it.

After eliminating two people in a row, Zhang Ji's skills made the whole audience boil. Not only were his techniques extraordinary, but his physical strength was also powerful and domineering!

To directly withstand an attack from a Xuan-level magic weapon and then destroy it—this physical body is simply too formidable to describe. (End of Chapter)