Infinite Fighting

Although Zhang Ji was pretending to be weak while actually being strong, he also gave many disciples the opportunity to show their abilities. He would let each of them make a move first before defeating them.

He is now playing Li Long, a cultivator who, despite his extraordinary talent and arrogance, is also measured in his actions and maintains the demeanor of a martial artist.

If it were Zhang Ji himself, he would annihilate them all instantly, using as much force as he could and eliminating them as quickly as possible.

If there's a possibility of making an enemy, then just kill them on the spot.

However, his own persona is obviously not very likable in this kind of place, and he needs to be a little more tactful if he wants to fit in better.

Soon, Zhang Ji had eliminated five opponents.

The remaining five opponents seemed to have realized something.

That's because one of the disciples Zhang Ji had defeated earlier released a signal, calling out to everyone and spreading for hundreds of miles.

So now they all know that there is a Zhang Ji who is almost invincible among his peers.

The five of them began to have a vague idea of ​​uniting.

Zhang Ji did not stop them, letting them unite as they pleased.

It would take him more time to deal with them one by one; it would be better to let them band together and wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ji didn't have to wait long before the five of them huddled together.

In a canyon, Zhang Ji appeared in front of and behind him, and there were two more figures above and on either side. There was also one person hiding in the shadows, waiting to launch a sneak attack.

"The Heavenly Emperor's personal instruction is indeed extraordinary. However, if you want to make a name for yourself by stepping on us, we'll have to see if you have the ability!"

A young man in a blue shirt spoke up across from Zhang Ji.

He held a long staff in both hands, which suggests that he was a disciple of Qiankua Peak who was skilled in staff techniques.

Behind Zhang Ji was a young man holding a knife. Judging from his light blue clothes, he was a disciple of Ning Shuang Peak.

The Frost Blade of Frost Peak is quite famous among the ten peaks.

The two disciples above are from Jingchu Peak and Huaxiang Peak, respectively.

So, only the one with a sword, like Dingfeng, remains.

"You all come at me together, it'll save me some trouble," Zhang Ji said.

"Insanity!"

The disciples of Ning Shuang Peak shouted and took the lead in slashing at Zhang Ji with their swords.

His knife already possessed an artistic conception.

The wind howled faintly, and frost spread to the canyon walls and ground.

Zhang Ji still showed no intention of drawing his sword. He flicked his middle finger, and with a surge of qi and blood, it collided directly with the blade.

"Clang! Clang!"

Zhang Ji remained motionless, while the disciples of Ning Shuang Peak were forced back, their feet carving shallow furrows into the ground beneath their feet. Their palms cracked, and blood began to seep out.

"Hoo~!"

As the long staff swept down, Zhang Ji moved slightly, narrowly avoiding the staff that came crashing down from behind. He then casually pushed it outwards, sending both the staff and Zhang Ji flying.

The two figures above seized the opportunity, trying to take advantage of Zhang Ji's exhaustion of old strength and lack of new strength to catch him off guard.

As boulders crashed down, they all jumped down from above, using the momentum of their fall to unleash their respective skills.

One side wields a massive, broad-backed sword, while the other wields a weapon resembling a long-handled Guan Dao.

They are all weapons of mass destruction in war.

For these cultivators in this realm, body tempering is the first hurdle, and they have no shortage of strength, hence their weapons are even more extravagant.

At higher levels, it's not uncommon for someone to simply lift a mountain and forge it into a magical artifact.

The attack from the boulder and two heavy weapons left most of the audience holding their breath for Zhang Ji.

They were secretly wondering if Zhang Ji should draw his sword by now.

However, the truth is that Zhang Ji still has no intention of drawing his sword.

Around him, his qi and blood condensed into a shield shaped like a chicken egg, while his feet were completely sunk into the ground, and his body was surrounded by air currents that transformed into soft fluids that constantly impacted the external forces that attacked him.

The Eight Extremes Combat Techniques, the Imperial Word Technique!
By dispersing the power of the body with protective qi and simultaneously using the earth and airflow to dissipate the force, Zhang Ji developed a technique that combines the fighting styles of the [Zhendi School] and [Shenfeng School], enabling him to achieve all-around defense.

When the boulder fell, Zhang Ji did not use brute force to smash it. Instead, he channeled his inner energy and gently flicked the boulder with his five fingers, sending it flying forward and crashing into the Frost Condensation Peak disciple, forcing him to withdraw from the competition on the spot.

The next moment, the broadsword and the long-handled guandao also fell simultaneously.

They were already exceptional talents, and with their full effort and the added momentum of their fall, they were even more formidable.

This combined attack is something even experts at the Fusion Realm must take seriously, and some might not dare to meet it head-on without some special skills.

But Zhang Ji stubbornly neither dodged nor evaded, allowing the two swords to strike his protective aura.

The crimson protective aura was struck, but Zhang Ji remained motionless, and the protective aura did not ripple. However, the ground within a radius of six or seven meters beneath his feet slightly collapsed, revealing numerous cracks.

"Is that all?" Zhang Ji asked.

He thought there might be further developments between the two, but from what he saw, it seemed that neither of them had prepared any backup plans.

Zhang Ji raised his leg and kicked out twice in the air with extreme speed. Two figures flew out like cannonballs and crashed directly into the mountain walls on both sides of the canyon.

“Boom! Boom!”

The two were embedded in the mountain, their mouths overflowing with blood. Their internal organs were severely injured, and their fighting ability was almost non-existent. After their bodies slid down, they were teleported away in mid-air.

The young man with the stick behind Zhang Ji stood up, unsure whether to hit him or not, his expression conflicted.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Ji didn't make things difficult for him, sending him away from the competition venue with a single finger strike. At this point, only one person remained.

King versus king?
Yu Cifeng, sword in hand, approached Zhang Ji from about ten meters away.

He could have launched a sneak attack; that was a strategy they had planned in advance.

But when Zhang Ji demonstrated his formidable strength, he abandoned his plan to launch a sneak attack.

Such a strong person should not be defeated by despicable means, but should be defeated head-on.

The important thing is that Yu Cifeng has this confidence in himself.

“The last time I drew my sword was five years ago, when I had just broken through to the Divine Aperture Realm. Since then, I have been nurturing my sword, and every day, pure sword intent resides within it. I didn’t really want to use this sword here; I wanted to nurture it some more. But I think you are qualified,” Yu Cifeng said.

"Thank you for your attention," Zhang Ji said. "Then, draw your sword."

"You still don't plan to use the sword? Is it because, like me, you feel it's inappropriate to use it here and want to continue nurturing the sword and accumulating sword power? Or do you think I'm not qualified?" Yu Cifeng asked.

“I don’t actually use weapons much. If I did, it would be a sign that I don’t really respect you,” Zhang Ji said.

This statement seemed illogical to others, but Yu Cifeng intuitively felt that Zhang Ji was not lying to him.

"Then, please accept my sword!"

As the wind subsided, Yu drew his sword.

The sword energy accumulated over five years was to be released in this instant.

The art of nurturing a sword, or rather, the art of nurturing a weapon.

It involves condensing one's own essence, energy, and spirit, and then infusing a trace of it into the weapon each day.

The weapon is subtly modified, while a trace of power is stored within it.

In theory, this power can be added up indefinitely.

Of course, there are limitations to both personal skill level and the quality of weapons.

In Yu Cifeng's hand was a top-tier Xuan-rank sword.

After his breakthrough, he spent five years honing his sword skills without ever slacking off.

At this moment, the power of this sword strike is comparable to the full-force attack of most cultivators at the peak of the Fusion Realm.

Everyone thought Zhang Ji would hide.

But he didn't move, remaining the same as before.

A flash of mysterious light passed through Zhang Ji's eyes. Combining the techniques of the "Pupil Technique" from the Eight Extremes Combat Method with powerful mental observation methods, he saw the sword strike clearly, understood it thoroughly, and completely controlled many details.

For him, this sword strike held no further mystery.

The sword strike was swift, but time seemed to slow down around Zhang Ji.

He also pointed his fingers as a sword, intending to use a weaker energy level to counter this powerful sword strike, which had been building up for many years and was wielded by a powerful weapon, with his fingers instead of a sword.

The sword finger extended along a very mysterious trajectory, swiftly and precisely striking several points on Yu Cifeng's sword stance.

In an instant, his sword aura dissipated, and with it, the energy of the sword also dissipated.

"Boom! Thud! Rumble! Whoosh who ...

In the void, the sword light dissipated, and the energy accumulated over a long period of nurturing the sword was completely dispersed to the surroundings. The mountain walls on both sides seemed to be cleaved by countless swords, with fragments of stone constantly flying out and a strong wind howling across the canyon.

Below them were Zhang Ji pointing at Yu Cifeng's brow, and Yu Cifeng looking utterly incredulous.

Zhang Ji exerted a slight force, and Yu Cifeng's figure was directly teleported away.

At this point, Zhang Ji had obtained the highest honor in the entire Qingcang Sect's Divine Aperture Realm, the title of "Chief of Qingcang Divine Aperture Realm"!

His title of chief is still quite prestigious.

Unlike those who struggle for a long time to reach first place, Zhang Ji's victory was achieved through sheer strength.

Moreover, it's not about having stronger attributes, but about having better skills.

Throughout the entire process, the energy level Zhang Ji used was far weaker than that of his opponent.

This aligns with his current level of attainment; he has only opened eight divine apertures and is currently only at the eighth level of the divine aperture realm.

Compared to those cultivators who have reached the peak of the Divine Aperture realm, their cultivation level is far inferior.

But he still won, and decisively, in less than half a day.

When Zhang Ji was teleported out of the competition area, he heard a lot of cheers.

Immediately afterwards, the divine incarnation of Sect Leader Chen Hong personally encouraged Zhang Ji with a few words, and the Divine Aperture Realm competition in this Ten Peaks Grand Competition came to an end.

Back at the site on Suspended Peak, Zhang Ji was greeted with many congratulatory messages.

Even Ji Ziyan said a few words of affirmation to Zhang Ji.

"Junior Brother Li, congratulations!" Xiao Mingyu said with a smile to Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji returned the greeting slightly and said, "I also wish Senior Brother Xiao the best of luck in winning the first prize tomorrow."

"Junior Brother Li, you're joking. I'd be lucky if I could make it into the top five. I wouldn't dare ask for too much," Xiao Mingyu said with a wry smile.

Zhang Ji didn't speak, but continued to calculate silently.

There are indeed many variables. Among all the experts, Xiao Mingyu is almost at the bottom. Although he was given the method temporarily, the boost to combat power from this temporary practice is not significant. It is mainly used to confuse others.

However, the necessary interventions have already been implemented, and Zhang Ji doesn't plan to make any additional interventions, otherwise the computational load would be too large to obtain results in a short time. So, all that's left is to wait. (End of Chapter)