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

Xia Jin stood still, the intense pressure from the other party bearing down on him, but his feet seemed nailed to the ground, remaining completely still.

"The fifth level of the Immortal Ascension Realm..." Xia Jin's eyes also began to turn serious. "There is still some pressure."

Just as he was staring intently at the other person, Shen Jinghong also moved.

In one step, he covered a distance of tens of meters and appeared three feet in front of Xia Jin.

He raised the giant sword high and delivered a simple slash.

However, this simple sword strike felt to Xia Jin as if the entire sky had collapsed.

That momentum, that power that used the sword as a medium and the momentum to suppress people, was displayed to its fullest extent at this moment.

"This sword aura is truly terrifying!" Xia Jin's eyes grew brighter and brighter, but he did not retreat.

He flipped his right hand, and the white flames in his palm instantly surged, transforming into a burning wall of fire in front of him. At the same time, he slightly shifted his body to the side, avoiding the greatsword's direct attack at an extremely tricky angle.

"boom!"

The giant sword cleaved down and crashed onto the arena floor.

The entire arena trembled violently, and a crack as thick as an arm spread from the point where the sword struck into the distance, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing.

Xia Jin's white flame wall wrapped around the giant sword the instant it fell.

The white flames climbed up the blade of the giant sword, like a persistent infection, trying to spread along the blade to Shen Jinghong's arm.

However, just as the white flames were about to touch Shen Jinghong's palm, an invisible sword aura erupted from the giant sword, directly shattering the white flames.

The white flames turned into sparks and dissipated in the air.

Shen Jinghong's eyes sharpened, and he slashed horizontally with his greatsword, aiming once again at Xia Jin's waist.

Xia Jin touched the ground with his toes and floated back several feet, barely dodging the sword strike. However, the aftershock of the sword's force swept over his body, tearing a hole in the collar of his clothes.

"Such powerful sword intent." Xia Jin glanced down at the crack in her chest, a hint of seriousness flashing in her eyes.

If that sword strike had been delivered to any other cultivator at the third level of the Immortal Ascension Realm, the mere aftershock of the sword's force would have been enough to leave a deep, bone-revealing wound.

He only had his clothes torn.

Shen Jinghong frowned slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Although Xia Jin had dodged his sword strike, the aftershocks of the sword's force had indeed struck her. According to his estimation, a cultivator at the third level of the Ascension Realm would not be able to withstand the pressure of his sword strike. Even if she wasn't injured, her movements should have been slowed down.

But this guy in front of me is acting like nothing happened?

"Your physical body..." Shen Jinghong stared at Xia Jin, his tone carrying a hint of undisguised surprise, "is much stronger than I imagined. No wonder you didn't join those three in the attack earlier; you certainly have some confidence!"

Xia Jin frowned, rubbed her shoulder, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

With his current physical strength, he actually felt pain just from being swept by the opponent's sword.

Shen Jinghong did not immediately follow up with another attack. Instead, he looked Xia Jin up and down, seemingly trying to find a weakness in her.

He hadn't used his full strength when dealing with those three cultivators at the third level of the Ascension Realm, not even thirty percent of his power. But now, he had used nearly fifty percent of his strength, yet Xia Jin, who was only at the third level of the Ascension Realm, was still standing there, as if nothing had happened.

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This is not normal.

This is very abnormal.

"You've piqued my interest!" Shen Jinghong raised his greatsword again. "Let me see just how much your physical body can withstand."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again.

This time, he was more than twice as fast as before.

The seemingly heavy greatsword became incredibly light in Shen Jinghong's hands at this moment. The sword's momentum enveloped Xia Jin like a net, sealing off all her escape routes.

Shen Jinghong's sword was incredibly fast.

It was so fast that he didn't have time to completely dodge it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Although Xia Jin avoided all three sword strikes head-on, the aftershocks of the sword strikes still struck him squarely.

Xia Jin grunted and took several steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground.

At the same time, his black robe was torn in several places, revealing his well-defined muscles. However, the places where he was struck by the sword left faint red marks on his skin, but there was no broken skin or bleeding.

"This guy's physical body is really that strong!?" A hint of shock flashed in Shen Jinghong's eyes.

What exactly is this guy's body made of?

"What kind of body-refining technique are you practicing?" Shen Jinghong couldn't help but ask, frowning.

Xia Jin merely sneered, "Want to know? Beat me, and I'll tell you."

But only he himself knew that although he seemed to have been unharmed, the opponent's sword force had already penetrated his skin and entered his internal organs.

If my internal organs hadn't been forged through countless trials, they would probably have suffered severe damage by now.

"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish." A cold glint flashed in Shen Jinghong's eyes.

Suddenly, the greatsword in his hand changed its attack, thrusting out at an odd angle.

This sword, carrying a penetrating force, instantly appeared at his throat.

Xia Jin was startled and leaned back abruptly. At the same time, she struck out with her right palm, and a ball of white flame exploded in her palm, turning into a sea of ​​fire in front of her.

"No, we have to follow last night's calculations, get close, find an opportunity, and severely injure him!!"

A glint of light flashed in Xia Jin's eyes, and she secretly clenched her left fist in her sleeve, instantly producing a nearly transparent flame.

"How long can you keep hiding?! If you keep hiding, you can't beat me!!" Shen Jinghong sneered as he watched Xia Jin dodge his giant sword again.

He lunged forward again, his greatsword sweeping across, a tremendous force aimed at Xia Jin's waist.

"Hiding!? You're right, this time, I'm not going to hide!!"

Xia Jin's lips curled up slightly, and her body twisted at an odd angle, squeezing through the gap in the sword.

Shen Jinghong was slightly surprised, not expecting Xia Jin to dare to approach him.

But he quickly calmed down and struck out with his left hand, trying to force Xia Jin back.

However, just as his palm was about to touch Xia Jin, Xia Jin's left hand suddenly reached out, bypassed Shen Jinghong's palm, and slapped him solidly on the chest.

"You finally fell for it!"

The almost transparent flame silently seeped into Shen Jinghong's body the moment his palm touched his chest.

Shen Jinghong's expression changed.

An unprecedented feeling spread from his chest, as if something was raging inside him, directly attacking his soul.

That feeling was like a million tiny needles piercing your soul at the same time, causing excruciating pain.

"What! What did you do to me!?"

"court death!!"

A flash of anger crossed Shen Jinghong's eyes. He abruptly released his grip on the greatsword with his right hand and grabbed Xia Jin's left hand, which was slapping against his chest. At the same time, he took the greatsword with his left hand and, with all his might, slammed it hard into Xia Jin's right ribs.

"Bang!"

In a fit of rage, he struck with the greatsword, the blade of which slammed solidly into Xia Jin's right ribs.

"Hiss~"

The sudden, intense pain made Xia Jin gasp. His body flew backward, sliding for more than ten meters on the stage before he could barely regain his balance.

He glanced down at his right rib, which was now bruised and purple, and the intense pain made it hard for him to breathe.

"Almost, just a hair's breadth away... my ribs were about to break." Xia Jin took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging blood and qi within his body.

Shen Jinghong unleashed this palm strike with fury, almost using all his strength. If his physical body hadn't been so robust, this sword strike would have broken at least three to five of his ribs.

On the other side, Shen Jinghong stood still, a trickle of blood slowly seeping from the corner of her mouth.

His face was somewhat pale, and a hint of lingering fear flashed in his eyes.

After the transparent flame seeped into his body, it actually went directly towards his soul.

The feeling was like countless venomous snakes gnawing at his soul, a pain far exceeding that of physical injury.

Fortunately, his soul was strong enough.

Over the years, while cultivating his swordsmanship, he has also been constantly refining his soul. His soul has long been cultivated into layers upon layers of sword-force defense, like an impregnable fortress.

Although the transparent flame was fierce, its power was weakened by more than half after penetrating several layers of sword energy defense. In the end, it only caused some slight shock to his soul and did not cause any substantial damage.

Even so, it was enough to make him feel terrified.

If it had been anyone else, they would have been severely injured, if not killed!