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Jiang Xiaochuan turned around and said to Lu Xueqi, who had been standing quietly beside him, "Senior Sister Lu, I'll go over there now."

Lu Xueqi looked at him, gave a soft "hmm", and then took a step to follow beside him.

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned for a moment: "Senior Sister Lu, you..."

"Go take a look." Lu Xueqi looked ahead, her voice calm.

Jiang Xiaochuan chuckled and teased, "What, trying to scout out my weaknesses beforehand so you can beat me up in the ring?"

Lu Xueqi didn't say anything, she just glanced at him.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt that there was something else in his eyes, but he couldn't understand it.

He took it as a yes and chuckled twice.

The two walked towards the "Zhen" position arena. Tian Buyi watched their backs, snorted, and said to Su Ru, "Let's go take a look too." Su Ru smiled and nodded.

Lü Daxin, Du Bishu, and Zhang Xiaofan naturally followed.

Hundreds of people have already gathered around the "Zhen" position arena.

The arena was three feet high and constructed of massive timbers. It was simple and unadorned, yet it exuded a chilling aura.

As Jiang Xiaochuan approached, he clearly felt many gazes suddenly converge on him—curious, scrutinizing, and evaluative.

Although he has kept a low profile in the past two years, the fact that he easily defeated Qi Hao two years ago has already spread among the disciples of all branches. Everyone knows that a powerful figure has emerged from Dazhu Peak, and his magic weapon is a strange dark red spear.

When people saw the light blue figure following closely beside him, a suppressed gasp and whispers rang out.

"It's Lu Xueqi! Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak!"

"Why is she here too? Did she come to see Jiang Xiaochuan from Dazhufeng?"

"They know each other? What's their relationship?"

"Lu Xueqi actually came to watch the male disciples' competition? Has the sun risen in the west?"

A buzz of murmurs filled the air. Lu Xueqi seemed oblivious, standing quietly by the arena, her gaze fixed on the empty platform, her profile clear and indifferent in the morning light.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine under the watchful eyes of countless people. He took a deep breath, nodded to Tian Buyi and the others, and then lightly leaped onto the arena with a light touch of his toes.

On the opposite side of the arena, a young disciple dressed in the attire of Luoxia Peak also leaped up.

He was in his early twenties, with a handsome face and calm eyes. He carried an orange immortal sword on his back, the blade of which faintly glowed with fire. It was Lu Yuan, with the cultivation level of the fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm.

Lu Yuan looked at Jiang Xiaochuan opposite him with a solemn expression, cupped his hands and said, "Lu Yuan, a disciple of Luoxia Peak, requests guidance from Senior Brother Jiang."

Jiang Xiaochuan also clasped his hands in greeting: "Jiang Xiaochuan from Dazhu Peak, Senior Brother Lu, please."

The referee on the platform gave the order: "The competition begins!"

Lu Yuan let out a low shout and drew his sword with a backhand motion.

"Clang!" The orange immortal sword was drawn, bringing with it a trail of scorching flames.

He dared not be careless and went all out from the start.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword light transformed into three scorching fire snakes, roaring as they lunged at Jiang Xiaochuan!

The sword strike was fierce, accompanied by a whooshing sound, clearly indicating that the swordsman had put in a lot of effort in fire-based magic.

A low gasp rippled through the crowd below the arena.

Jiang Xiaochuan stood still. Only when the three fiery sword energies were about ten feet in front of him, and the scorching heat was already hitting his face, did he shift his feet and slide half a step to the left like a ghost. The three fiery sword energies grazed past the hem of his clothes.

Lu Yuan's eyes narrowed, his sword stance unwavering. With a flick of his wrist, the orange immortal sword drew a wide arc, sweeping across Jiang Xiaochuan's waist and abdomen! Flames erupted from the sword, radiating intense heat.

Jiang Xiaochuan made his move this time. He raised his right hand, his fingers forming a sword shape. He aimed at the moment when the orange sword light was just beginning to exert its full force, and then, without missing a beat, he pointed his finger at the fiery red sword spine.

"Ding!"

A clear, crisp sound rang out, not loud, but exceptionally distinct.

Lu Yuan felt the sword suddenly sink, and a strange force came from it, which not only dispersed the flame spiritual power on his sword, but also a cold suction force that went up along the meridians of his arm!

He was terrified and quickly activated his spiritual power to defend himself, while simultaneously retreating to create distance.

But Jiang Xiaochuan was even faster. He flicked away the immortal sword with a finger, and his footwork was as smooth as flowing water, instantly closing in on the sword.

His left hand had been raised without him noticing, his five fingers loosely clenched as if holding an invisible gun, and he casually thrust it toward Lu Yuan's chest.

There was no light, no sound of anything cutting through the air.

But Lu Yuan felt as if he had been hit in the chest with a heavy hammer.

With a muffled thud, he was lifted off the ground and thrown backward. While still in mid-air, the orange immortal sword slipped from his hand and clattered onto the arena.

He crashed heavily onto the edge of the ring, clutching his chest, his face pale, and couldn't get up for a moment.

There was complete silence below the ring.

From beginning to end, it only takes a few breaths.

Lu Yuan's two menacing sword strikes were easily dodged and deflected by Jiang Xiaochuan, who then casually sent them flying, and that was the end of it.

The referee paused for a moment before announcing loudly, "Dazhufeng Jiang Xiaochuan wins!"

A tremendous roar erupted from the audience. Exclamations and murmurs rose and fell.

"That's it?"

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan couldn't even withstand a single move?"

"What kind of magic did Jiang Xiaochuan use? I didn't see him use a gun!"

"That's amazing..."

Jiang Xiaochuan jumped off the stage, and Tian Buyi and Su Ru had already walked over.

Tian Buyi maintained a stern expression, but a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his feelings. He looked Jiang Xiaochuan up and down, then snorted, "So-so. Not embarrassing."

Jiang Xiaochuan grinned and leaned closer: "Master, how was it? Did I embarrass you?"

"Go away!" Tian Buyi waved his hand, but there was a clear smile in his eyes.

The other senior brothers also gathered around, and Du Bishu patted Jiang Xiaochuan on the shoulder: "Sixth brother, not bad! Clean and efficient!"

Zhang Xiaofan's eyes sparkled with admiration: "Senior Brother Jiang, you're amazing!"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and made a few perfunctory remarks, but his gaze involuntarily turned to Lu Xueqi, who had been standing quietly on the periphery of the crowd.

Lu Xueqi was also looking at him. Seeing him look over, she seemed to think for a moment, then, very seriously and calmly, uttered three words:

"That's impressive."

She paused, and before Jiang Xiaochuan's smile could widen, she added clearly:

"But they can't beat me."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the people around her.

Tian Buyi's smile froze for a moment, his small eyes narrowed as he looked at Lu Xueqi.

What does this girl mean? Is she saying to my face that my apprentice can't beat you?

Jiang Xiaochuan was also taken aback, then burst out laughing.

Looking at Lu Xueqi's cool, aloof, and incredibly serious face, he suddenly found her somewhat adorable.

He tilted his head, a familiar smile spreading across his face, and said slowly:

"Yes, yes, Senior Sister Lu's skills are unparalleled, I admire you. But..."

He drawled out the words and blinked.

"I didn't even use a quarter... no, a tenth of my strength just now. It was just a warm-up."

He smiled, looking at Lu Xueqi's slightly furrowed brows, his tone relaxed, with a hint of provocation.

"See you on the stage then, Senior Sister Lu, be careful! If you lose..."

He paused deliberately, looking into her eyes.

"Don't cry."