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"Offline?" Zhang Xiaofan asked blankly.

"Just don't lose so quickly!" Jiang Xiaochuan was too lazy to explain, and patted him again.

"Jiang Xiaochuan!" Tian Ling'er suddenly appeared out of nowhere. "You only talk to Xiao Fan, but you don't say anything to me?"

Jiang Xiaochuan looked down at her. It seemed that the girl's awkwardness from yesterday had passed.

He deliberately put on a stern face and looked her up and down: "Tell you? Tell you what? You, Miss Tian, ​​are exceptionally talented and come from a family with a strong academic background. As long as you don't run into a once-in-a-century oddity... uh, genius like Lu Xueqi, you're basically guaranteed to win. Do I need to say more?"

When Tian Ling'er first heard him say "exceptionally talented", the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up and her eyes curved into crescents.

Upon hearing the name "Lu Xueqi," her smile seemed to freeze, stiffening on her face before slowly collapsing.

She bit her lip and glared at Jiang Xiaochuan.

"I'm just telling the truth," Jiang Xiaochuan shrugged, appearing carefree.

Suddenly, Tian Ling'er reached out and precisely pinched a soft spot on his waist, twisting it forcefully!

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard, Jiang Xiaochuan winced in pain and almost jumped up. "Tian Ling'er! Are you a crab?! Let go!"

"Hmph!" Tian Ling'er let go of his hand, turned her face away, and refused to look at him, but her eyes seemed a little red.

Jiang Xiaochuan rubbed his lower back, sighing inwardly. This girl's temper is getting worse and worse.

……

The Kun position arena.

Chen Feng was dressed in a snow-white outfit from Dragon Head Peak. He stood tall and straight with a cold expression. Even before the white immortal sword on his back was drawn, one could already feel its sharp metallic aura.

He looked at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was slowly walking onto the stage, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Is this the same Jiang Xiaochuan who defeated Senior Brother Qi Hao two years ago? He looks... too ordinary.

His posture was slouching, his face had a sleepy expression, and he held a dull red spear in his hand, which looked like a fire poker.

"Dragon Head Peak, Chen Feng." He clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice hard and cold.

"Dazhu Peak, Jiang Xiaochuan." Jiang Xiaochuan casually cupped his hands in greeting and even gave a small yawn.

The referee gave the whistle.

Chen Feng's eyes sharpened, and he shouted in a low voice, "Clang!"

The white immortal sword was drawn from its sheath, its blade gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen, and its sword rang out sharply.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword light transformed into three solid white sword energies, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek, shooting straight at Jiang Xiaochuan's upper, middle, and lower body!

He attacked with all his might from the very beginning, his sword energy sharp and fierce, clearly intending to end the battle quickly.

A few low gasps rose from the audience.

Jiang Xiaochuan remained the same until the sword energy was upon him, at which point he seemingly casually shifted his feet.

Three sharp sword energies grazed past the hem of his clothes.

Chen Feng's heart skipped a beat; such fast movement!

His swordplay continued unabated, and he moved with the sword. The white immortal sword drew a dazzling arc of light and slashed horizontally across the waist!

The sword's metallic aura surged, emitting a buzzing vibration that seemed capable of cleaving mountains and rivers.

This time, Jiang Xiaochuan made a move.

He didn't dodge; instead, he raised his left hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and, aiming for the moment when the white light was at its strongest and the force was about to dissipate, gently tapped the spot.

"Ding!"

A crisp, clear sound, like the gentle tapping of a jade chime.

Chen Feng felt a strange force coming from the sword. It was not fierce, but incredibly flexible, with a rotating force that instantly deflected the force on his sword!

What horrified him even more was that the spiritual energy emanating from the sword seemed to have been pulled away by something!

Although faint, the sensation was incredibly clear!

He grunted, forcibly stabilizing his sword strike, changing the slash into a thrust. The tip of the sword trembled, transforming into several cold stars that enveloped Jiang Xiaochuan's chest acupoints.

Jiang Xiaochuan seemed to smile, and with a flick of his wrist, the dark red spear that had been dragging on the ground was somehow lifted up, and the tip of the spear was casually pushed forward.

"puff."

The spear tip touched the spine of Chen Feng's white immortal sword.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then, Chen Feng stumbled back seven or eight steps, his face turning deathly pale. His hand holding the sword trembled violently, and the web between his thumb and forefinger split open, oozing blood.

He felt a tightness in his chest, his blood was churning, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The tip of the dark red spear stopped three inches in front of his throat, completely still.

A chilling killing intent spread from the tip of the spear.

The audience was deathly silent.

From start to finish, it took only three breaths. Chen Feng's several fierce sword strikes didn't even touch Jiang Xiaochuan's clothes. And Jiang Xiaochuan only knocked once and fired a shot.

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

Chen Feng stood frozen in place, staring at the spear tip in front of his throat, then at Jiang Xiaochuan, who stood opposite him with his spear sheathed and his face still expressionless. His lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, dejectedly lowered his sword, and jumped off the stage.

The audience erupted in cheers.

"Another...another trick?"

"Senior Brother Chen Feng is at the fifth level of the Jade Purity Realm!"

"That spear... what kind of magical weapon is it?"

"Is Dazhu Peak really going to turn things around this time?"

The discussion was deafening.

Many eyes turned in surprise and uncertainty towards the direction where the group from Dazhu Peak were located.

Tian Buyi stood with his hands behind his back, his chubby face expressionless, but the slightly trembling tips of his beard and the barely concealed smile in his narrowed eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Jiang Xiaochuan jumped off the stage, and Du Bishu, He Dazhi and the others immediately surrounded him, chattering away.

"Sixth brother, you're good!"

"Clean and efficient!"

Jiang Xiaochuan smiled and made a few perfunctory remarks, but his eyes glanced towards the "Zhen" position arena. Zhang Xiaofan should still be fighting.

He and several of his fellow disciples squeezed through, and sure enough, the arena was bustling with activity.

Zhang Xiaofan gripped the dark cyan Abyss Thunder Sword, the lightning on its blade somewhat dimmed. His Daoist robe was torn in several places, revealing the firm, bloodstained flesh beneath.

Facing him was Chu Yuhong from Chaoyang Peak, dressed in red, wielding a blazing immortal sword. His attacks were fierce, the sword energy scorching, forcing Zhang Xiaofan to retreat repeatedly, facing constant danger.

Below the stage, several senior disciples from Dazhu Peak were whispering among themselves.

"Junior Brother Xiao Fan is probably doomed. Chu Yuhong's 'Shaoyang Immortal Sword' is quite powerful."

"It's already quite impressive that it's lasted this long."

I bet I'll lose within ten moves.

I bet five moves.

Jiang Xiaochuan found it amusing and leaned closer, interjecting, "I bet Xiao Fan will win. The wager... well, the loser has to wash the winner's socks for a month. Are you in?"

Several of his senior brothers turned to look at him and laughed. He Dazhi shook his head: "Sixth brother, we know you care about Xiaofan, but this is obviously..."

"Want to gamble or not?" Jiang Xiaochuan interrupted him, smiling.

"...I'll bet!" Wu Dayi gritted his teeth. "I refuse to believe it!"

"I'll bet too!" Zheng Dali followed suit.

"Count me in!" Du Bishu chimed in enthusiastically.

As they were talking, the situation on the stage suddenly changed!

Chu Yuhong, unable to break through after a long attack, seemed to be getting impatient. He unleashed another powerful "Fire Cloud Slash," causing flames to surge.

Zhang Xiaofan seemed to be exhausted, and his blocking action was a beat too slow. The Yuanlei Sword was shaken upwards, leaving his chest wide open!

A flash of joy appeared in Chu Yuhong's eyes, and without hesitation, he thrust his sword straight forward!

The sword tip was crimson, radiating intense heat, and aimed straight for Zhang Xiaofan's heart!

If this stab lands squarely, it will either kill or severely injure the victim.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

Just as the crimson sword tip was about to touch Zhang Xiaofan's chest, Zhang Xiaofan's originally "slow" movements suddenly became as fast as lightning!

Using the force from the opponent's sword, he twisted his waist at an almost impossible angle, narrowly avoiding the sword tip.

At the same time, his left hand, which had been hidden all along, pointed like a sword, gathering the last bit of spiritual power in his body, mixed with a trace of a tenacious aura that was almost imperceptible and completely different from the Taiji Xuanqing Dao. It struck Chu Yuhong's right wrist, which was slightly raised due to his full-force thrust, as fast as lightning!

"laugh!"

A soft sound, followed by a sharp gust of wind.

Chu Yuhong felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his entire right arm went numb instantly. He could no longer hold onto the Shaoyang Immortal Sword, and it flew out of his hand with a "clang," tracing an arc before landing far away on the arena.

He himself was also startled by the sudden finger strike and staggered backward, falling to the ground with a thud, clutching his right wrist with his left hand, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Zhang Xiaofan used the Abyss Thunder Sword to support himself on the ground, panting heavily, sweat mixed with blood dripping down his face.

He looked up at the referee.

The referee paused for a moment before announcing loudly, "Dazhu Peak, Zhang Xiaofan, wins!"