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At the edge of the arena, a completely different scene unfolds.

Zhang Xiaofan gripped the dark cyan Abyss Thunder Sword, its blade trembling slightly and emitting a low, rumbling sound, like muffled thunder rolling across the surface.

Standing before him was Zhang Yan from Feng Hui Peak, who also possessed the cultivation level of the fourth level of the Jade Purity Realm. A yellowish-brown immortal sword was planted on the ground, exuding a calm and profound aura.

The two had already fought for nearly a hundred rounds.

Zhang Yan's swordsmanship was solid, and his spiritual power was abundant. When he activated the earth-attribute immortal sword, the sword light was heavy and carried a stagnant force, forcing Zhang Xiaofan to retreat repeatedly. The lightning on the Yuanlei Sword was suppressed and dimmed.

Zhang Xiaofan's forehead was covered in sweat, and the back of his Taoist robe was soaked. His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the base of his thumb had long been cracked, with blood seeping out and sticking to the hilt of the sword.

But he didn't back down. There was an almost stubborn fierceness in his eyes. Jiang Shixiong's words, "Even a tortoise can run," flashed through his mind, as did that bloody night in Caomiao Village, and the monotony and perseverance of cutting bamboo, making fires, and silently practicing two completely different techniques day after day for the past five years.

We cannot lose.

We can't afford to lose at least this one.

He took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy in his chest, which had been somewhat sluggish due to the simultaneous operation of Taiji Xuanqing Dao and Dafan Prajna, suddenly surged forth as if breaking through a barrier.

The dim lightning on the Abyss Thunder Sword suddenly surged, emitting a short but sharp explosion!

Zhang Yan was startled by his sudden outburst, and his movements slowed down by half a beat.

It's this very moment!

Zhang Xiaofan pushed off with his foot, not moving forward, but sliding half a step to the side, narrowly avoiding Zhang Yan's powerful vertical slash.

At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the Abyss Thunder Sword drew a strange arc. It was not a thrust or a slash, but a diagonal flick that skimmed along the ground!

The lightning that surged on the sword body subsided, transforming into a condensed, hair-thin cyan bolt of lightning that silently struck the hilt of Zhang Yan's earthen-yellow immortal sword, which was slightly raised after exhausting its power!

"Ding!"

A soft thud, milder than any of the previous collisions.

Zhang Yan was struck as if by lightning. His whole body trembled violently, and the earthen yellow immortal sword in his hand made a "creaking" sound as it could not bear the weight. The thick yellow light on the sword instantly dissipated.

A sharp, tingling, strange force shot through the sword and into the meridians of his arm like lightning!

"Ugh!" Zhang Yan groaned, unable to hold the sword any longer. The immortal sword flew out of his hand and landed on the edge of the arena with a "clang".

He staggered back several steps and fell to the ground with a thud. His entire right arm was sore and numb, and he couldn't lift it. He could only press it down with his left hand. His face was drained of color as he stared in horror at the dark, thin, and seemingly unremarkable disciple of Dazhu Peak opposite him.

There was a moment of silence below the ring, followed by uproar.

The referee announced loudly, "Dazhu Peak, Zhang Xiaofan, wins!"

Zhang Xiaofan leaned on the Yuanlei Sword, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin and splashing small water droplets on the wooden planks of the arena.

He looked up at the referee, then at Zhang Yan, who was sitting on the ground opposite him, and seemed to still be in disbelief.

Did they win? Did they really win?

A tremendous, indescribable joy suddenly surged up to his head, making him dizzy and his limbs feel weak.

He grinned, trying to laugh, but as soon as his lips parted, his eyes welled up with tears.

The Qian position arena.

Jiang Xiaochuan followed Lu Xueqi through layers of people.

Wherever they went, a path automatically parted, and countless gazes shone on them like searchlights, especially on Lu Xueqi.

Amazement, admiration, curiosity, jealousy... a mix of emotions filled the air, making people more restless than the upcoming match on the stage.

Several chairs were placed in the best spot below the ring.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat in the center with a smile on his face, while the heads and elders of each lineage, such as Cangsong, Shuiyue, and Zeng Shuchang, sat on either side.

Behind them stood some of their important disciples.

Further back, there was a dense, packed mass of Qingyun Sect disciples, probably several hundred in number, mostly male. They craned their necks, stood on tiptoe, and stared intently at the arena, or... at the azure-blue figure walking behind Master Shuiyue.

Jiang Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine. This situation was many times larger than the one he had just faced.

He braced himself and followed Lu Xueqi to the group of big shots, bowing respectfully and saying, "Disciple Jiang Xiaochuan greets the Sect Leader and all senior uncles and masters."

Dao Xuan Zhenren's gaze fell gently on him, and he smiled, his voice calm: "It's Xiao Chuan. What brings you here to watch Junior Nephew Lu's competition?"

"Yes, Master Uncle." Jiang Xiaochuan forced a smile and answered respectfully.

Master Shuiyue, who was sitting to the side, turned his head upon hearing this. His cool gaze swept across Jiang Xiaochuan's face like two small brushes. He didn't say anything, but merely raised his chin almost imperceptibly behind him.

The meaning was clear: Come here, stand here.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart tightened, and his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. After dawdling for a long time, he finally moved step by step behind Shuiyue, stood properly, and kept his eyes down, not daring to breathe loudly.

"What?" Master Shuiyue asked without turning around, her voice calm. "Afraid of me?"

"No, no!" Jiang Xiaochuan quickly shook his head, his voice unconsciously becoming a little dry. "This disciple wouldn't dare."

"Hmph." Shuiyue snorted softly through her nose, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger. "Disobedient."

Jiang Xiaochuan was speechless, cursing inwardly.

What did I do wrong? I was just afraid of you!

Everyone knows that you, Master Shuiyue, don't like the people of Dazhu Peak, especially Old Tian. You even look at us disciples like we're thieves...

Of course, he would never dare to say those words out loud.

He secretly glanced up and looked at Lu Xueqi, who was standing to the side of Shuiyue.

Lu Xueqi stood with her back to him, her light blue dress motionless, only the moon-white tassel on the hilt of the Tianya sword swaying in the gentle breeze.

She seemed... a little nervous? Her shoulders were taut.

Dao Xuan Zhenren watched this scene unfold, a barely perceptible smile flashing across his eyes. He stroked his long beard with interest, but remained silent.

At this moment, the senior disciples in charge of refereeing on the arena called out loudly, "Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhu Peak, Fang Chao from Longshou Peak, come up to the stage!"

Master Shuiyue turned her head slightly and nodded gently to Lu Xueqi.

Lu Xueqi took a deep breath, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her light blue figure floated up the tall arena like a light cloud.

Her graceful figure and composed demeanor, coupled with her exquisitely beautiful face that was expressionless at the moment, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"Whoosh..."

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by an even louder burst of gasps and buzzes.

Many of the young disciples stared wide-eyed, unconsciously gasping for breath.

Even some of the older disciples couldn't hide their amazement.

A moment later, applause began to ring out sporadically, then grew louder and louder until it became a continuous chorus, almost enough to overturn the stage.

The applause contained admiration for the outstanding demeanor of their fellow disciples, but more so, it was probably an indescribable, instinctive reaction to ultimate beauty.

As for when and from which corner Fang Chao of Dragon Head Peak climbed onto the arena, nobody paid any attention.