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Chapter 399 Shocking and Unconventional: Xu Jingwu (Please Subscribe!)

On the arena.

Xu Chongfei completely abandoned all his contempt, his expression becoming solemn and grave.

He waved his hands rapidly, no longer testing the waters, and immediately resorted to surgical methods!

He effortlessly unleashed a variety of low- to mid-level spells, a mix of ice and fire, raining down on Xu Jingwu like a storm.

The aim was not to injure the enemy, but simply to hinder their swift and unparalleled close-range attacks.

For a moment, the arena was filled with flashes of light, and waves of cold and heat alternated.

However, Xu Jingwu's response to this torrent of magic was extremely simple and brutal.

His figure moved like a dragon, weaving through the gaps in the spells. Every punch he threw was accompanied by a muffled sonic boom. Whether it was ice spikes or fireballs, they were all blasted into countless spiritual fragments by the pure power of his physical body!

Occasionally, a spell would slip through his defenses and land on him, but even his elemental energy shield couldn't break through it.

Xu Chongfei saw this.

With a gritted teeth, several top-tier attack magic weapons of various shapes flew out of his storage bag.

Knives, swords, seals, and ropes transformed into streaks of light, attacking Xu Jingwu from different angles with fierce offensive.

As Xu Jingwu swung his arms, the faint phantoms of dragons and elephants seemed to accompany him. His fists, palms, fingers, and claws were all weapons, striking, lifting, shaking, and grabbing, using his flesh and blood to confront the sharpness of the magical weapons!
The sounds of metal clashing were incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

Those top-tier magical artifacts were actually blocked and deflected by his bare hands. He even grabbed the spine of one flying sword with his backhand and flung it away!

"What a terrifying physical body!"

"Such formidable strength!"

Xu Chongfei had no more doubts, and at the same time, his fighting spirit and competitiveness were aroused. "It seems that I have no choice but to use my real skills!"

He took a deep breath, his hands moved at an accelerated speed to form hand seals, and the fluctuations of his magical power became mysterious.

A surge of intense heat and a chilling cold aura rose simultaneously from his body.

Instead of clashing, they subtly merged, transforming into red and blue spiritual light that lingered between his palms and fingers.

"Ice and Flame Cycle!"

With a low shout, red and blue spiritual light shot out from his hand.

This is no simple spell; it has already incorporated a trace of the true meaning of extreme yang and extreme cold!

Wherever it passed, the air emitted a hissing sound.

The temperature fluctuated strangely, and its power far exceeded all previous spells, reaching the rudimentary stage of supernatural abilities!
Any supernatural ability that has not been fully mastered can be called a rudimentary form of supernatural power.

A hint of seriousness finally flashed across Xu Jingwu's usually calm eyes.

He held back no longer, letting out a low roar as his blood and qi surged, emitting a faint sound like the thunder of a tiger or leopard!
His skin glowed with a faint, dark golden light, making him appear as if he had transformed into a god of war.

Faced with the icy and fiery attack that contained the true meaning of divine power, he advanced instead of retreating, bringing his right fist to his waist and abdomen, instantly compressing and condensing all his strength and boundless Yuan energy.

"Mountain Man Fist!"

A punch was thrown out silently.

It seemed as if it had completely pierced through the air in front of it!
A brief ripple of vacuum appeared before the fist!

"boom--!!!"

The swirling ice and flames collided violently with the fist force that had been condensed to its extreme!

Instead of a deafening explosion, there was a muffled thud so loud it made your heart stop.

Red and blue spiritual light intertwined with dark gold fist energy, eroding and annihilating!
After only a moment of stalemate, the ice and flame rotation containing the true meaning of divine power was actually blasted through and scattered by the purest and most concentrated power!
The remaining force of the punch did not diminish.

It landed squarely on Xu Chongfei's chest, whose movements were slightly sluggish due to the breaking of his supernatural powers.

"puff!"

Xu Chongfei was struck as if by an ancient savage elephant; his protective aura shattered instantly.

He was thrown backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena.

He immediately slid down along the light screen and fell to the ground outside the arena.

Although he was not unconscious, his face was pale and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured and no longer able to fight.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Immediately, a huge cheer and exclamation erupted like a volcano!
“Yuan! Yuan! Yuan!”

"Yuan is just too powerful!"

"Xu Chongfei's last move was also very powerful; I felt like I couldn't withstand even one of his attacks."

The roar almost overturned the ring.

"Dongxi actually hid such a genius, and I had no idea before?" Xu Chongjian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he murmured, "I couldn't completely withstand Brother Fei's last move."

How could someone as powerful as him be defeated by a member of the Dark Guard?
Who exactly is "Yuan"?

When did my Xu family acquire such a powerful martial artist?

In an instant, Xu Chongjian thought of Jiang Wu, who was once revered as a pioneer by martial artists and was rumored to have the potential to become the "Ancestor of Martial Arts".

Could it be Jiang Wu?

"No, impossible. Elder Mingwei personally confirmed Jiang Wu's death. There should be no falsehood. Even if he lied, why would my Xu family do this?"

Wouldn't it be better if he were alive and recruited?

After all, his influence was enough to make martial artists across the land follow him.

Then, Xu Chongjian thought again, "However, with the foundation of my Xu family, it is not impossible to cultivate a powerful martial artist."

After all, the path to the Yuanwu Realm has already been made public; all that remains is for martial artists to walk it and perfect it.

I heard that the clan brought Jiang Wu's younger brother's family to Dongxi a few months ago. They must have made some kind of deal with Jiang Wu, perhaps including his detailed inheritance of the path to the Yuanwu Realm.

Xu Wenjing looked at Xu Jingwu on the stage, his heart filled with fighting spirit.

Xu Jingwu's martial arts path is very similar to the path of cultivating both body and spirit.

It made him wish he could fight him right now.

However, he felt that he would eventually lose.

A physical body of level two or higher has a huge advantage.

Moreover, although he was at the peak of Foundation Establishment, he felt that the opponent's Yuan Power was no weaker than his own.

In a head-on confrontation, he might lose even faster than Xu Chongfei.

Below the ring.

Xu Chongfei clutched his chest and struggled to his feet. His eyes were complex but not resentful. Instead, they were filled with an even stronger fighting spirit.

He recalled Xu Chuan telling him that there was a prodigy in Dongxi who could rival him.

He thought it was Xu Chongjian.

Although Xu Chongjian is still somewhat inexperienced at this time, he certainly has the potential to rival him in the future.

As for Xu Wenjing, the two were thirty years apart in age.

At least in his eyes, they were no longer considered his contemporaries.

After all, Ye Fan is only in his fifties, a few years younger than Xu Wenjing.

If we admit it, wouldn't that just lead to another father-son confrontation?

"Today's clan competition ends here. Tomorrow, the top 32, the top three, and the champion will be determined."

Ye Fan finished speaking.

A pale golden light curtain descended on the "Qingxiu Competition" arena.

Xu Jingwu cupped his hands in greeting to Xu Chongfei and said, "You flatter me."

He then stepped down from the arena and returned to his residence.

Ye Fan landed next to Xu Chongfei, "Now you know there are always people more capable than you, right?"

"Could he be a plant you hired, Father? Someone specifically to snipe me?" Xu Chongfei's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What nonsense are you talking about? There will absolutely be no cheating in this clan competition!"

Ye Fan coughed. "It's just that you're unlucky."

Xu Chongfei looked suspicious. "Father, I'm not a child anymore, don't lie to me."

After a pause, Xu Chongfei stopped dwelling on it and waved his hand, saying, "Never mind, it's a pity I didn't win the 'Qingxiu Competition'."

But it was also a good battle.

As for the champion's prize, it didn't really appeal to me.

"Good to know." Ye Fan smiled and patted his shoulder. "Let's go home. Your mother is waiting for us there."

The two immediately took to the air and flew away.

Day three.

"Today's clan competition is a ring battle, which is conducted by defending the ring and attacking the ring. Whoever is confident that they can win the championship can go up on stage and can accept challenges from up to nine people."

Successfully defending the title is achieved by knocking the opponent off the stage or by the opponent conceding defeat.

If no one challenges him within sixty breaths, he can be considered to have successfully defended his title once. Once he successfully defends his title nine times, he will be the champion of this clan competition.

The top three must defend their positions five times.

The rest only need to defend their positions three times.

In addition, each person has only three chances to challenge for the title, and three chances to defend their title.

If both the chance to challenge and defend the title are used up, the player will be ranked last.

Ye Fan announced the rules of today's competition from high in the air.

"It seems that today's focus is mainly on raw strength. I thought it would be a test of strength between the strong," a member of the Zhao family sighed.

"Who can argue with that?"

One of the Zhou family members said, "Although there are three attempts to attack and three attempts to defend, even if the defender has been worn down by the previous few people, the defender will still have to wait until the previous few have finished their work."

If you're not strong enough, going up there will be useless.

The crowd was whispering amongst themselves.

After a while.

Ye Fan said, "Now let's begin the competition for the top spot."

After he finished speaking, there was no movement from the crowd; they all knew their own strength.

The leader has basically been decided.

"Since no one else is here, I'll do it."

On the high platform.

A figure in a dark blue robe darted out and landed in the center of the "Jiazi Tournament" arena.

"It's the old patriarch."

Many people spoke up.

This person was Xu Dezhao.

With his seniority and strength, no one dares to compete with Xu Dezhao.

Seeing this, Yang Ronghua chuckled and said, "Zhao'er going up there feels a bit like bullying someone."

"In the future, those who have won the clan competition will no longer need to participate in the clan competition to prove themselves, and the clan will already be responsible for the resources for their cultivation during the Foundation Establishment stage."

Even if I win first place again, it will be useless.

Xu Chuan smiled faintly.

“Father is right,” Xu Mingwei agreed.

The "Young Talent Competition" arena.

Xu Jingwu also stepped onto the ring.

The others were also waiting for him to go up.

After all, the competition between him and Xu Chongfei yesterday was still fresh in his mind.

It can be said that yesterday was the battle for the top spot, and none of them had any objections.

but.

It's different from the "Jiazi Tournament" arena.

No one challenged Xu Dezhao over there, but two people over here were eager to try.

Xu Chongjian, carrying an ancient sword, flew silently onto the arena.

"It's Xu Chongjian!"

"He was once the number one genius in Dongxi, it seems like it's going to be a fierce battle!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Everyone is looking forward to this battle between sword cultivators and Yuanwu realm martial artists.

Neither of them spoke, but their fighting spirit was rising and spreading.

Xu Chongjian slowly raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the ancient sword behind him.

With a clear, resonant "clang," the longsword was drawn from its sheath.

The sword's blade was like a pool of autumn water, reflecting his calm yet burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

"please."

The word was uttered, and the sword was already in motion!
Without any probing, Xu Chongjian went all out from the start!

With each swing of the longsword, countless condensed, pale golden sword energies crisscrossed and cut through the enemy, each containing an incomparably sharp will to sever everything.

It contains a trace of the true essence of swordsmanship that he has recently comprehended!
The sword energy was not randomly swung, but rather intertwined into a net, sealing off all directions.

His swordsmanship was incredibly fast and ruthless, displaying exceptional skill.

Xu Jingwu remained calm in the face of the oncoming, fierce sword net.

He slightly parted his feet, lowered his center of gravity, and his body's energy surged and roared once more.

Faced with the incoming sword energy, he either dodged to avoid its sharpness or met it head-on with his fists and palms.

The dark golden fist collided with the sword energy, producing a crisp sound like metal clashing, and actually shattered it!
He was completely unharmed!

His movements were not as graceful as Xu Chongfei's, but they were more concise and efficient, with each step precisely landing on the weak points or gaps in the sword energy network.

Like a reef in a raging storm, it steadily shattered the sword's momentum.

Xu Chongjian changed his swordsmanship again, his sword momentum shifting from overwhelming to focused on a single line.

The body moves with the sword, man and sword become one.

It transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow, piercing straight into Xu Jingwu's central palace!

This sword strike, with its speed, power, and sword intent condensed to the extreme, is the ultimate manifestation of his current sword cultivation, enough to threaten even a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the peak!
However, Xu Jingwu was able to overpower someone who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage several years ago.

He even single-handedly suppressed a peak second-tier demonic beast.

The difference between the two is considerable!
But sword cultivators would rather be straight than bend!
Defeat is not terrible; what is terrible is having fear in your heart and not even daring to draw your sword!
Upon seeing the sword light, Xu Jingwu's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he thought to himself, "What excellent swordsmanship!"

"Truly a sword prodigy of the Xu family!"

He no longer simply plays defense.

With a low shout, the dark golden light on his right fist intensified, and the sound of his blood and qi surging was like the roar of a great river. Without dodging or avoiding, he punched the tip of the sword head-on!

"bite--!!!"

The sword tip and the fist produced a sharp, piercing sound, like needles clashing against wheat awns!
A visible shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them!

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

Xu Chongjian felt an overwhelming, terrifying force, heavy as a mountain and explosive as thunder, emanating from the sword.

His proud, refined sword intent was violently shaken and almost collapsed under the impact of this pure and extreme power!
The longsword let out a mournful cry and bent into a breathtaking arc.

His tiger's mouth split open, blood gushing out, and he could no longer hold the sword. He and the sword were sent flying backward by the force!

"Pfft!"

Xu Chongjian landed heavily on the edge of the arena, using his sword to brace himself and barely managing to avoid falling off the stage.

But his sword-wielding arm trembled violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up at Xu Jingwu, who was still standing firmly in place, except for a faint white mark on his fist. His eyes were filled with shock and a hint of understanding.

"As expected, even Brother Fei is somewhat inferior to him, and my understanding of the true meaning of swordsmanship is even more lacking."

Xu Chongjian's eyes held more of a clarity that came from recognizing the gap.

Dozens of breaths.

From the moment the sword was drawn to the moment of defeat, only a few dozen breaths had passed.

No matter how exquisite the swordsmanship or how awe-inspiring the sword intent, it still falls short in the face of absolute power and realm difference.

This is the insurmountable gap in raw strength between the two.

The audience fell silent again, then erupted in even more enthusiastic gasps than before.

Xu Chongjian's strength is evident to all; his sword strike, imbued with profound meaning, is absolutely stunning.

But the power of "Yuan" is even more unfathomable.

He defeated the sword genius by fighting him head-on with his bare hands.

His strength was such that those present who were under sixty years old could only look up to him in disbelief.

"I lost."

Xu Chongjian slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sheathed his sword, and bowed to Xu Jingwu. Although defeated, he did not lose his integrity.

After speaking, he silently turned and left the stage.
On the stage, Xu Jingwu nodded slightly in return, his gaze calm and unwavering.

"I'll do it!"

Another figure leaped onto the "Qingxiu Competition" arena.

(End of this chapter)