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Luo Yiyan was flattered to receive such praise from someone who had always targeted her.

This feeling is even more refreshing than drinking a bowl of ice-cold plum juice in the sweltering heat.

A smile finally appeared on his face, and he maintained his humility insincerely: "Senior Brother Yan, you flatter me. I still have many shortcomings. We can learn from each other again in the future."

Yan Qinghan nodded slightly, then turned and left.

……

The two then fought their way to the finals.

Lin Zhixu and Luo Yiyan are working together more and more seamlessly. They don't need to say anything extra on the stage; a single glance is enough for them to know where the other is going next.

The two fought their way through the competition and actually made it to the finals together.

Coincidentally, their opponents in the finals were Chu Yueyao and Jiang Chen from the Lingyun Sect.

The four of them leaped onto the arena at the same time and bowed to each other.

After the elder referee announced the start, neither side rushed to make a move.

The four people stood silently facing each other, several feet apart.

In a competition, whoever loses their composure first has already lost half the battle.

Lin Zhixu's gaze lingered on Chu Yueyao's face for a moment before he lowered his voice and said to Luo Yiyan beside him, "Be careful of Chu Yueyao, she's very strong."

"Her 'Chu' is the same 'Chu' as that of Elder Chu who was expelled from the Tianheng Sect back then. Zhou Tong fought her before and suffered a great loss."

Luo Yiyan nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

He certainly remembered that Zhou Tong's mouth was still bleeding when he was carried off the stage.

In truth, he had many questions for Lin Zhixu, but now was not the time. He could only temporarily put aside his grudges and unite against external forces to bring glory to the Tianheng Sect.

He took a deep breath, suppressing all the distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused his gaze back on the two figures opposite him.

Chu Yueyao made the first move.

She drew her longsword, the blade slicing through the air with a clear, resonant hum, and she transformed into a blur, heading straight for Luo Yiyan.

Almost at the same moment, Jiang Chen came from the side to flank, but his path was precisely cut off by a sword light.

Lin Zhixu held his sword horizontally in front of Luo Yiyan, and the sword's edge collided with Jiang Chen's magical weapon, producing a piercing metallic clang.

"You can handle Chu Yueyao; I'll deal with Jiang Chen."

Luo Yiyan did not answer, but drew his sword to meet Chu Yueyao's sword light that was coming straight at him.

The moment the two clashed, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became tense.

Chu Yueyao's swordsmanship follows the orthodox Qingfeng Sword Technique of the Lingyun Sect, but beneath this elegant swordplay lies the ruthlessness unique to the Chu family.

Her moves were swift, accurate, and ruthless, with the blade leaving trails of sparks.

Luo Yiyan dared not be careless, wielding his long sword with impenetrable speed, and each time he received a sword strike, he would turn to the side to deflect the force and avoid the attack.

He received more than a dozen sword strikes from Chu Yueyao in one go. The sound of the swords clashing was so dense that it was like a rainstorm hitting an iron plate, causing the barrier around the arena to tremble slightly.

On the other side, Lin Zhixu and Jiang Chen were also locked in a fierce battle.

Jiang Chen wielded a pair of short halberds, his moves were wide and sweeping, and his arms were incredibly strong when he was in close combat.

Lin Zhixu's swordsmanship is known for its steadiness. He doesn't rush to attack, but calmly blocks every heavy blow from Jiang Chen. His sword tip always flicks lightly at the moment when the opponent exerts the most force, deflecting that brute force aside.

Jiang Chen's heavy blows missed several times, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

What agile swordsmanship!

Chu Yueyao, unable to break through after a long period of attack, gradually became somewhat impatient.

She suddenly took a step back, made a sword incantation with her left hand, and her spiritual power surged. The long sword in her hand transformed into three sword shadows, which simultaneously stabbed at Luo Yiyan from three directions.

This move is her trump card, a technique that even a Golden Core cultivator might not be able to withstand unscathed.

Luo Yiyan's pupils contracted slightly, and he poured all his spiritual power into his sword to parry.

Of the three sword shadows, only one was a physical entity; the other two, though phantoms, also contained sharp sword energy.

He bravely withstood two sword energies, and with one strike, he dispersed the physical sword shadow.

The sword energy grazed his shoulder and waist, tearing his robe in two places, and the seeping blood quickly soaked into the fabric.

Yan Lingcang tightened his grip on the chair.

Seeing that he had withstood her full-force attack without taking a single step back, Chu Yueyao's contempt finally lessened.

She gripped the hilt of her sword, ready to attack again, when a dull thud suddenly came from behind her.

Jiang Chen was struck on the halberd by Lin Zhixu's sword, and he staggered back several steps, his back hitting the barrier of the arena.

Lin Zhixu did not pursue, but quickly moved to Luo Yiyan's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The two adjusted their breathing, the tips of their swords pointing diagonally forward.

Chu Yueyao and Jiang Chen regrouped on the opposite side, and the four of them faced off again across the messy arena.

The stands were so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone could tell that the final had reached its most crucial moment.

Both sides were already at their limit, and every move they made next was crucial.

On the high platform, the elders' eyes were fixed on the arena. Seeing the four people regroup and confront each other, someone finally couldn't help but speak up.

An elderly man with white hair and beard stroked his long beard, his eyes full of admiration: "This girl from Lingyun Sect is truly remarkable. Her swordsmanship is so skillful, creating three shadows in one move, concealing the real within the illusion. Even when I was her age, I might not have been able to do that."

A middle-aged elder beside him nodded in agreement: "It's not just swordsmanship. Look at her, she's fighting to this point, yet her breathing remains steady, and her spiritual energy flows smoothly throughout her body. The Lingyun Sect has produced a promising talent in this generation."

"That young man surnamed Jiang is not bad either," another elder said, his gaze falling on Jiang Chen. "It is rare to see a cultivator who wields a short halberd. To be able to use such a heavy weapon with such a wide range of movements yet still maintain proper technique shows that his foundation is extremely solid."

"He was knocked back by Lin Zhixu's sword. Anyone else would have lost their composure by now, but he was able to regain his footing the moment he landed. This composure in the face of battle is truly rare."

Someone praised, "Immortal Venerable Feng Heng has taught this disciple very well. His swordsmanship is steady yet skillful. The timing of that sword strike that cut off Jiang Chen's attack was absolutely perfect."

"What's even more remarkable is that, even at this stage of the battle, he can still take care of his teammates. He is selfless in his actions and has the character to shoulder great responsibilities."

Yu Linzhou sat upright at the table, and upon hearing this, he slightly raised his chin, revealing an undisguised arrogance.

"That's for sure. My disciple is naturally the most outstanding."

Everyone was taken aback, not expecting this person to be so unhumble.

The atmosphere froze for a moment, subtly tense.

Fortunately, an elder reacted quickly, breaking the silence with a couple of dry laughs: "Hahaha, Immortal Venerable Feng Heng is right. This generation of disciples is indeed outstanding, surpassing their predecessors!"

The person next to him chimed in, "Yes, yes, in my opinion, the disciples of Immortal Venerable Wucang are even more amazing. If I remember correctly, Immortal Venerable Wucang has only been taking on disciples for about two years, right?"

"To have reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment in just two years, such talent is simply monstrous."

Yan Lingcang's expression remained indifferent, with only a very slight curve to his thin lips.

He accepted the compliment without hesitation.

Yu Linzhou pursed his lips.

People will always compare the two of them, and as their disciple, I am naturally no exception.