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

On the arena, besides Xia Jin, there was one woman and two men.

The four surrounded Shen Jinghong in the center, but none of them made the first move.

Xia Jin stood directly opposite Shen Jinghong, his hands behind his back, showing no intention of making the first move. His gaze shifted from Shen Jinghong to the other three, secretly sizing up these temporary "allies."

The three exchanged a glance, and a strange tacit understanding was revealed in their eyes.

Xia Jin raised an eyebrow slightly.

interesting.

The three of them seemed to be working together before, exchanging glances very quickly, and reaching a consensus almost in the blink of an eye.

One of the women in red flicked her wrist, and the chain in her hand, like a giant python, silently darted towards Shen Jinghong's feet, skimming along the ground.

At the same time, two other male cultivators suddenly attacked, one on the left and one on the right, their fists striking Shen Jinghong's chest and temples like two meteors.

The three attacks were fluid and seamless, and were about to land on Shen Jinghong almost simultaneously.

"What a pity. Although their coordination is smooth, the difference in their levels is too great, and they can't pose any threat to Shen Jinghong at all!" Xia Jin saw through the biggest flaw in the seemingly seamless coordination of the three at a glance, and shook his head in disappointment.

As expected, what happened next was exactly what he had guessed; a hint of disdain flashed in Shen Jinghong's eyes.

The right hand, wrapped in white bandages, reached behind its back.

With a dull thud, he drew the greatsword from behind his back with one hand. The sword was devoid of any ornamentation, yet it exuded a suffocating pressure the moment it was drawn. Even from dozens of meters away, Xia Jin still felt the pressure bearing down on her.

"This guy seems to be practicing swordsmanship, but it's actually more like a kind of momentum. He uses momentum to defeat enemies and suppress people!" Xia Jin looked at Shen Jinghong, who was holding a giant sword, with some surprise.

"As expected, this Mirage Realm is teeming with monsters!!"

After raising the giant sword, Shen Jinghong swung it like an iron rod at the two people who were already close by.

There were no fancy moves.

It's just a simple scan.

However, this seemingly casual glance caused the two people's expressions to change drastically in an instant.

That power

They both felt a tremendous force, like the impact of stars, crashing into them. Their movements were completely distorted in that instant, and their once sure-fire punches went completely off course, causing their bodies to lean backward uncontrollably.

"Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, two dull thuds rang out almost simultaneously, and the two men were sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground at the edge of the ring.

A mouthful of blood spurted from both of their mouths, staining the ground of the arena red.

After the giant sword sent the two flying, its momentum continued, and the blade slammed heavily onto the arena floor.

This caused the hundred-zhang-wide arena to shake violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

Just one move.

These two cultivators, representing Golden Radiance City and Twin Moon City respectively, had already been defeated by Shen Jinghong.

"Is the gap... really that big?"

The smile on Teng Qingya's face, the city lord of Jinhui City, froze.

Yuan Wangshu, the city lord of Shuangyue City, also narrowed his eyes slightly.

Both men looked rather grim. Although they knew in their hearts that the person representing their city could not possibly be a match for Shen Jinghong, they did not expect to be defeated so miserably and so decisively.

one move.

He couldn't even withstand a single move from his opponent.

"If Xia Jin can really defeat Shen Jinghong, he might actually have a chance to pass the Yunshang Academy test. However, it will be too difficult for him to defeat Shen Jinghong!" The Grand Hall Master, who was watching the battle from the high platform, sighed helplessly after seeing Shen Jinghong make his move.

Although he thought highly of Xia Jin, he didn't believe she had a chance of defeating Shen Jinghong.

On the high platform, while the Grand Hall Master and several city lords remained silent, Shen Jinghong made his move once again.

He gently lifted his right leg and stomped down hard.

"Snap!"

The two iron chains wrapped around his ankles crumbled as easily as paper.

The woman in red's pupils contracted.

Her chain was made of celestial silkworm silver threads mixed with black iron and refined gold, and ordinary swords and knives could not cut it. Yet, it was broken by the opponent with a simple lift of his foot.

What kind of monster is this?

But she had no time left, because Shen Jinghong's figure had vanished from the spot the moment the chain broke.

She only felt a blur before her eyes, and a hand wrapped in white bandages appeared in her field of vision, growing larger and larger.

"Snapped!"

That palm strike landed on Yin Hongxiu's shoulder, sending her flying off the stage.

She sat up, clutching her shoulder, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.

Shen Jinghong had clearly held back with that palm strike. If he had used a sword, if he had used his full strength, Shen Jinghong would probably have lost his life on the stage.

She bit her lip, but ultimately lowered her head.

On the arena, Shen Jinghong stood in the spot where the woman in red had just stood, casually leaning the giant sword against him, without any hint of smugness on his face.

Three cultivators at the third level of the Immortal Ascension Realm couldn't even last a single round against him. But to him, this was nothing to be proud of; it was simply a matter of course.

On the high platform, Jiang Yunzhou appeared expressionless, but the occasional twitching of his eyelids clearly revealed his inner dissatisfaction.

The difference is enormous.

At that moment, everyone's attention fell on Xia Jin, who had not made a move from beginning to end.

He stood directly opposite Shen Jinghong, his hands behind his back, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Hmph! Even at a time like this, this bastard is still pretending to be calm. I'll see how he kneels on the ground begging for mercy from his sworn brother later!" On the high platform, Pei Qianling, standing behind Pei Linhai, clenched her fist and threw a punch hard in Xia Jin's direction, a smug smile on her face.

On the arena, Shen Jinghong sized up Xia Jin.

A hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

This guy, who hadn't made a move from the start, actually interested him more than the other three who were eager to show off.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" Shen Jinghong asked calmly.

Xia Jin's lips curled up slightly: "The three of them got there first, so it wouldn't be right for me to go after them."

Shen Jinghong stared at Xia Jin for two seconds, then suddenly revealed a very faint smile.

"You're quite composed," Shen Jinghong said, slowly raising his greatsword, the tip pointing at Xia Jin. "However, those three have already lost. Now you're the only one left on the stage. Aren't you going to admit defeat?"

In Shen Jinghong's view, the outcome was already decided.

Even four cultivators at the third level of the Immortal Ascension Realm working together were no match for him; now that only one remains, there is absolutely no chance of victory for him.

Admitting defeat is the wisest choice.

However, Xia Jin simply shook her head.

"Admit defeat? Young Master Shen, are you mistaken? The word 'admit defeat' doesn't exist in my dictionary!"

As she spoke, Xia Jin slowly raised her right hand, palm facing upward, and a ball of white flame, occasionally flashing with blue light, silently appeared.

The city lords narrowed their eyes slightly, their gazes falling on the ball of flame in Xia Jin's palm, a strange light flashing in their eyes.

Pei Linhai, who had been sitting calmly on the sidelines, frowned slightly at this moment.

He glanced at the flame in Xia Jin's palm, but couldn't quite figure out where it came from.

Does this kid really have some trump card up his sleeve?

On the stage, Shen Jinghong was slightly taken aback when he heard Xia Jin's words, and then a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Interesting." Shen Jinghong nodded, slowly raising the greatsword in his hand. "Then let me see what you're really capable of."

He then added, "But I must warn you, I won't hold back like I did before."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying aura erupted from Shen Jinghong's body.

That was the true pressure of a fifth-level Immortal Ascension Realm cultivator, completely different from when he dealt with those three earlier. He hadn't even used his full power just now; he had merely waved his hand casually.

Now, he's finally taking it seriously.

He could feel a pressure emanating from Xia Jin, something he had never experienced among his peers before.