Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Second Heaven.

A lifeless island floats in the void.

Unlike other islands, this island is a vast desert, with endless yellow sand and not a single patch of green in sight. Strong winds whip up clouds of dust, making the entire island appear desolate.

It's really hard to believe that a top-tier disciple would like this kind of place.

But this is the place of cultivation for Fan Wujiu, the third-ranked disciple of the Heavenly Class.

At this moment, in the center of the island.

Fan Wujiu sat cross-legged on a huge rock, his palms outstretched, with five flying swords slowly floating in his palms.

Five flying swords, five colors.

The five sword lights flowed and intertwined in his palm, yet always maintained a delicate balance, like five swimming spirit fish.

Suddenly, a small green bird flew down from the sky, circled once above Fan Wujiu's head, cried out, and a golden light drifted down.

Fan Wujiu raised his hand and caught it.

It's a challenge.

He glanced down at the words above and a smile appeared on his face.

"Xia Jin... won nineteen consecutive matches, including one against Yin Qianji who came in fourth..."

He put the challenge token into his pocket, a long-lost excitement flashing in his eyes.

"I never expected that after so long, someone would finally come to challenge me again."

He raised his head and looked into the distant void.

"That brute Yin Qianji has all the strength he needs, but he doesn't know when to advance or retreat. Although his Golden Pattern Battle Body is powerful, it's nothing more than a moving target in the face of true swordsmanship."

Fan Wujiu shook his head, his tone tinged with disdain.

"Three swords. Back then, I only used three swords to make him kneel down and admit defeat. Over the years, he has improved a bit, but in my eyes, he is still not good enough."

He flipped his palm, and the five flying swords slowly began to rotate, their sword light becoming increasingly dazzling.

"In this second realm, besides Jian Wuxin, the only one who can pique my interest is that madman ranked second."

Thinking of Zhan Wuji, Fan Wujiu couldn't help but frown.

That guy...

He's a complete battle maniac.

It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent, and becomes increasingly ferocious in battle.

Despite practicing the purest form of physical combat, their fighting style is completely chaotic. One moment they're going head-to-head with you, and the next they'll pull out some strange magical artifact from somewhere and ambush you.

Fighting against them is always incredibly frustrating.

"but......"

Fan Wujiu looked at the challenge token in his hand, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"This newcomer is quite intriguing. Beating Yin Qianji isn't difficult, but to turn him into an idiot...that's interesting."

He put away his five flying swords, stood up, and looked out at the faintly visible battle arena in the distant void.

"Tomorrow, let me see how many of my sword strikes you can withstand. At the very least, I hope you can withstand five of my strikes completely, otherwise you'll disappoint me greatly!"

......

The battle arena on the second day.

When Xia Jin stepped out of the void gate, she saw a person already standing opposite her.

It was a young man, tall and slender with a thin face, who looked ordinary and unremarkable. He stood quietly in the center of the fighting arena, as if he were one with the surrounding void.

But Xia Jin's gaze lingered on him for a moment before a look of seriousness appeared in her eyes.

This person...

not simple.

Fan Wujiu was also sizing up Xia Jin.

When he sensed the profound aura emanating from Xia Jin, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Not bad, not bad."

Fan Wujiu suddenly laughed, his smile carrying a hint of enthusiasm.

"You are very strong and a worthy opponent. I hope today's match will satisfy both of us."

Xia Jin raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the other person with some surprise.

He didn't expect that this guy ranked third would be such a chatterbox.

Fan Wujiu continued, "I heard about your battle with Yin Qianji yesterday. I heard you turned him into an idiot. But actually, that guy's strength is just so-so. He couldn't even withstand three of my sword strikes."

"However, that guy's physical body is still decent, otherwise he would have died from my third sword strike long ago."

"Xia Jin, right? I want to discuss something with you."

Xia Jin raised an eyebrow, looking at the other person suspiciously: "Speak."

"Later, if you can satisfy me..." Fan Wujiu's face showed a hint of excitement, "then I will concede defeat and let you continue to challenge me."

"I'm sending you to meet that lunatic who's ranked second."

"Huh!?" Xia Jin frowned involuntarily. Was this guy out of his mind? "What do you mean by that?"

"It means exactly what it says." Fan Wujiu shrugged. "I'm not really interested in that ranking, since I can't climb up anyway. If you can withstand my fifth sword strike, you might be able to cause some trouble for that Zhan Wuji guy."

He looked at Xia Jin, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"So, let me see just how far you can go."

After saying that, Fan Wujiu waved his hand.

Five flying swords appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The five colors of sword light—red, blue, gold, black, and white—caught Xia Jin's attention.

"Watch out, I'm about to make my move."

As soon as Fan Wujiu finished speaking, he gently waved his right hand.

The crimson flying sword instantly transformed into a streak of light, slashing towards Xia Jin!

The flying sword spun rapidly in mid-air, growing from the size of a palm to a three-foot-long blade in the blink of an eye!

Crimson flames burned fiercely on the sword, and wherever they passed, they burned a trail of flame through the void of the battle arena!

So fast!

Xia Jin's eyes narrowed.

He wanted to test the power of the sword, so he didn't dodge and threw a punch directly!

During the collision, Xia Jin felt a tremendous force coming from his fist, so strong that it made him sink downwards.

His legs were firmly embedded in the ground!

Below the knees, they were completely submerged in the rocks of the battle arena!

Xia Jin looked down at her fist.

A clear bloodstain was visible on the surface of his fist, from which blood beads were seeping out.

"As expected of someone ranked third."

He raised his head, and his gaze toward Fan Wujiu became more serious.

When Fan Wujiu saw that Xia Jin had taken his first sword strike unscathed, his eyes lit up.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He said "good" three times in a row, and his smile became even brighter.

"To withstand one of my sword strikes and only suffer minor injuries, you're far stronger than Yin Qianji!"

"Then let me see..."

"How many sword strikes can you withstand before I unleash them!"