The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 191 The Inner Sect Competition Ends
Unexpectedly, Manli's expression changed, and he blurted out, "You sneaked here, aren't you afraid of being punished by the elders?"

Punishment?

Zhu Bupang and his companion were secretly overjoyed, thinking to themselves: "Even if we cause a huge commotion, with our little affair, we'll only end up on the seventh level of the Ghost Tower."

What's there to be afraid of?

Our home... is right there!
"Ahem... You two, do you even know how to do business? You should be asking me who I want to bet on and how many bets I want to bet on, instead of asking... whether I want to bet or not!"

Just as the fat and thin disciples were feeling dejected, thinking there was no hope, brute force's next words made their eyes light up...

……

"It's been a year, and Senior Brother Cheng's speed has improved remarkably fast!" The explosive sound suddenly stopped, and the billowing dust quickly dissipated.

On the dilapidated arena, gravel rolled slightly as the lean disciple, who had been kneeling on one knee, slowly rose and gently pulled his fist out of the crater in the ground.

This scene was full of violent beauty! Seeing the entire fist disappear into the hole drew gasps from the crowd.

"Hmph! I underestimated you...!" He retreated at lightning speed, dodging the last round of frantic pursuit. Cheng Ye dared not be careless any longer and quickly waved his hand to summon his weapon.

Then, a strong wind howled, and without saying a word, Cheng Ye suddenly flashed forward and launched an attack on the lean man. The lean man, who was also rushing forward to meet him, had somehow produced a sharp sword that emitted a cold glint in his hand.

"Bam—!"

Amidst deafening roars, sparks flew across the arena as two blinding, fiery red beams of light collided repeatedly. The stone platform trembled even more violently as the two unleashed their full power in every strike, sending chunks of rock crashing down.

It could be said that Cheng Ye was being suppressed and forced to flee in all directions by Kuang Tu, and he was already harboring a great deal of anger. Kuang Tu's frenzied attack, of course, also had its own purpose.

"Water attribute versus...fire attribute...!?"

A cold glint flashed as two sharp sword energies tumbled and collided on the arena. The sudden shift from brute hand-to-hand combat to a contest of elegant swordsmanship caught everyone off guard.

"This guy seems a bit strange?"

The kind-faced old man floated in the air, dispelling several streams of sword energy that shot towards him, and gazed at the arena, which was caught between ice and fire. Finally, his gaze settled on the lean man.

Elder Liu Yidao always felt that Kuang Tu's condition was very unstable, like boiling water bubbles.

Despite his seemingly formidable appearance, each of his sword strikes seemed to lack follow-through. As a result, he helplessly let opportunities to force his opponent into a predicament slip by time and again.

"Bang—!" Another loud crash, and the two swords whizzed past each other, sparks flying. They passed the lean man at lightning speed, and the man with the sword-like eyebrows immediately brightened up, as he clearly felt that the other man's sword strike lacked a bit of force.

"Haha~...! Junior Brother Kuang, are you feeling exhausted?!" After taking five or six steps back, Cheng Ye looked at the panting, lean man with a slightly pale face, steadied himself, and then let out a triumphant laugh.

He sneered inwardly: Serves you right for showing off your martial arts skills before! You deserve to be overexerted now! Heaven has eyes, this is retribution, retribution indeed…!
"Hmph~, that's enough to deal with you!"

Upon hearing this, the lean man's face darkened, and he quickly took a deep breath. Just as he had regulated his breathing, Kuang Tu thrust his sword forward again.

At the same time, he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, why did it have to happen now of all times...!"

"Bam—!"

The two swords clashed again. A strange light flashed in the eyes of the man with sword-like eyebrows, while Kuang Tu, who had been frowning, suddenly changed his expression and quickly raised his other hand to grip the sword hilt with both hands.

"Oh no...!"

Cold sweat poured from his forehead, and Kuang Tu gritted his teeth, his heart skipping a beat. His muscles gradually became sore and numb, as if most of his strength had been drained, and a mountain was pressing down on his back.

Clearly, although Kuang Tu spoke lightly, he was actually quite nervous inside. In this state, he couldn't be sure how long he could hold on.

"Tsk tsk, why is it so soft and mushy!?"

Seeing the man before him, his forehead covered in cold sweat, stubbornly swinging his sword at him with both hands, the man with the sword-like eyebrows chuckled and calmly switched to meeting the attack with one hand. He then easily deflected the attack.

"Hiss~...! What's wrong with Senior Brother Kuang?" A commotion arose around the dueling arena as thousands of disciples stared in disbelief at the pale man on the stage.

Originally, Kuang Tu was suppressing Cheng Ye and had been in control. Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly and inexplicably reversed, with Cheng Ye now wielding his sword with one hand and constantly mocking his opponent with words.

"Junior brother, if it's really too much, don't force yourself!" Although Cheng Ye was also curious about what had happened to Kuang Tu, he just wanted to tease him in public, so why should he care so much about others?

"Again...!" The man triumphantly repelled the lean man with a single sword strike, but the man, panting heavily, swung his sword at him again with both hands. The man with the sword-like eyebrows narrowed his eyes.

He thought to himself, "This guy's current state is extremely strange; it's best to finish this quickly!"

So, Cheng Ye put away his teasing mood and raised an eyebrow with a smug look, saying, "Alright! Now, let me, your senior brother, escort you down to get some rest...!"

"Bam—!"

As they were talking, a flurry of sword shadows flashed amidst the rolling air currents. Cheng Ye swung his sword and roared, then launched a full-force attack on the lean man in front of him.

A trail of dust was left on the ground. The man who was parrying with his sword in both hands had bloodshot eyes and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Damn it...!"

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, leaving a long trail of black marks on the stone floor. A tingling sensation spread through his hands gripping the vibrating sword; Kuang Tu felt an extraordinary strain in blocking each attack.

The arena is only about 50 square meters in size. With Cheng Ye pressing him relentlessly, how much time can he possibly have?
"Ten meters left...!" Under the immense force, his body slid back two meters uncontrollably. Kuang Tu gritted his teeth and blocked the attack again, glancing sideways at his back.

"Are we going to lose again this year?"

Seeing his body still being pushed back under the opponent's fierce attack, and feeling the edge of the arena getting closer and closer to him, the lean man was unwilling to give up!

"What exactly went wrong with Kuang Tu?"

"If things continue like this, Cheng Ye will undoubtedly win this battle...!"

Seeing the situation on the arena suddenly become tense, several elders who had been optimistic about the situation became restless. They stood up abruptly, looking at the lean man on the stage with surprise and uncertainty, and began to analyze the situation one by one.

In truth, the elders weren't really that concerned about the outcome of the two men's match. It was just that Kuang Tu's win or loss involved their interests.

The power struggles within the Jade Purity Sect are far more intense in the shadows than in the open!
Few people knew that Kuang Tu, residing in the inner disciple's quarters on the west bank, seemingly under the Grand Elder's jurisdiction, was actually a member of the Jade Purity Sect Master's lineage. "Haha! I told you, this year's champion is still me!"

Amidst the series of explosions, a near-maniacal laugh suddenly rang out, causing everyone to break out in a cold sweat and gasp in shock at the sight before them.

The lean man had been forced to the edge of the arena by Cheng Ye, his heels barely touching the air, and he was only able to maintain his position by a tiny bit of energy, preventing him from falling off immediately.

However, judging from how Kuang Tu is struggling to withstand the opponent's sword, it is clear that the time when that scene will happen is not too far away!

"Kuang Tu, to be honest! The speed at which your strength has improved is astonishing, it's just a pity..."

Seemingly sensing the other party's resentment and predicament, Cheng Ye feigned composure before bursting into arrogant laughter: "You, get out of here!"

As they were talking, the sword, radiating divine light, slowly rose, and the pressure was momentarily relieved. Immediately, someone shouted excitedly, "Senior Brother Kuang Tu, hold on!"

Before the crowd could even breathe a sigh of relief for the man who was blocking Cheng Ye's attack with his sword, the menacing sword slashed down again at the man's blocking blade!

"Damn it, we're doomed...!" As the dazzling sword descended like a final judgment, all the inner and outer disciples twitched at the corners of their eyes.

Whether they were optimistic about Cheng Ye or not, they couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn it! Is this a sword? It's more like a knife!"
At the same time, many people sighed and silently mourned for the gaunt man who was in a daze.

Defeat was inevitable!
……

The terrifyingly powerful sword fell with incredible speed, bringing with it a piercing gust of wind that hissed and howled...

"Haha! Cheng Ye, don't be so smug!" Just as the sword was about to arrive, an extremely crazy laugh suddenly came from the thin disciple's mouth.

"You, you...!"

He subconsciously looked down and was met with a pair of eerie blood-red pupils. The man with the sword-like eyebrows was shocked and his mind went blank for a moment.

"Shackles, break—!" With a deafening roar, the floating stone platform began to shake violently. A dark shadow emerged from the lean man's body, directly shattering the sword that was falling with inertia into pieces.

"Hiss...!"

Seeing this overwhelming scene unfold so suddenly, many disciples, both inner and outer, were stunned, their expressions momentarily dazed by the demonic roar.

"Bang—!" The power of the ghosts and gods burst forth, and the powerful energy fluctuations formed a transparent membrane that wrapped the lean man layer by layer, making him look like a silkworm cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, the trembling floating stone platform seemed to have reached its limit, suddenly emitting a piercing explosion, turning into flying fragments of stone and dust...

"Pfft—!" Faced with this unexpected and inexplicable turn of events, the man with sword-like eyebrows looked extremely terrified. After suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood, the man's body was sent flying backward amidst rubble and dust.

Both times, Cheng Ye's illusion technique was destroyed, and after he slammed the ground, he inevitably suffered further injuries.

"Whoosh...!" Fortunately, before he fell to the ground, the kind-faced old man who had been watching with a frown waved his hand and delivered a burst of energy, dissipating the force in time.

After landing, Cheng Ye quickly sat down cross-legged, and several stewards came forward to help him heal his injuries, which showed how serious they were.

"A breakthrough in the heat of battle...!?" The change in the arena shocked everyone. The man in black's eyes flickered a few times, while the kind-faced old man suddenly realized that he finally knew where Kuang Tu's problem lay.

Immediately afterwards, the entire arena fell into a deathly silence, with everyone staring intently at the blurry figure enveloped in powerful energy in the void.

Not only were the elders astonished, but the inner and outer disciples were also completely absorbed in the spectacle. Witnessing others break through to the advanced Ghost Spirit Master level could help them accumulate experience.

Such opportunities are rare. No, this kind of live broadcast is completely unavailable!

"Eight heads, level eight demons...!" The elders' eyes narrowed as they stared at the eight phantoms that suddenly appeared in the void. They exclaimed in shock, their hearts filled with turmoil, calling the lean man a monster.

"Bam—!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of deafening roars echoed through the brief silence of the void. Then, the cocoon suddenly burst open, and the lean man let out a long howl, his aura surging dramatically.

"I see!" The man in black suddenly raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself. His doubts were finally resolved.

Generally speaking, once a seventh-level intermediate ghost spirit master's ghost power reaches a critical point, in order to further break through to an advanced ghost spirit master, they must find eight level-eight great ghosts to expand their own capacity in order to release their energy.

But Tu didn't seem to make any move before breaking through on the field. This initially puzzled Feng Ling, but now he finally understood.

The accumulation of quantity can lead to a qualitative change. Each breakthrough requires the accumulation of demonic energy, but the key to the final breakthrough lies in the last great demon.

Generally, only when they are very confident of breaking through to a higher realm will Ghost Masters at the critical point attempt to capture the last great ghost or ghost body that can bring about a qualitative change in themselves.

"Forced absorption of spiritual energy? I should have expected this!" Feng Ling chuckled self-deprecatingly. This had happened to him before. The time he absorbed the Laughing Ghost, who was of a higher level, was a typical example.

Perhaps Kuang Tu's perseverance is not as great as Feng Ling's, but Kuang Tu's physical body is far superior to that of ordinary people. It is not surprising that he can forcibly contain the eighth level-eight ghost in his body.

"Good lad, you didn't disappoint me!"

Just as everyone was watching Kuang Tu break through with varying expressions, a slightly aged voice resounded throughout the venue, startling everyone.

"Whoosh~...!" With a rolling sound, the man in the purple-gold crown frowned, but made no move. In the next instant, to the astonishment of all the elders, Feng Tianjue appeared out of thin air a thousand meters above the dueling arena.

"Who are you, senior...!?"

The immense spiritual energy spread rapidly like a sticky spider web, but nothing was gained. The voice seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"Whoosh...!" A biting cold wind swept across the sky. After a while, seeing that the lean man below had completed his breakthrough, the Jade Purity Sect Master came back to his senses and returned to his seat with an uncertain expression.

"Kuang Tu, victory...!" A familiar voice resounded through the sky. Only then, under Elder Liu's Daoist voice, did the disciples regain their senses in surprise.

"So, you've grown to this level? Congratulations... Junior Brother Kuang Tu!"

In the audience, right after the kind-faced old man finished speaking, a woman in black robes quickly stood up and left. From her voice, it was vaguely discernible that she was a woman.

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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