Tang Dynasty Demon Suppression Division

The audience erupted in cheers.

"The Breakthrough Realm! This Leng Ning Shuang is actually at the Breakthrough Realm!"

"My God! How old is she? Taixu Academy is keeping this a secret!"

"Li Yuan is in danger now; he's a whole realm below!"

"The market is open! The market is open!"

"Li Yuan vs. Leng Ningshuang, odds of 1 to 3..."

"No, it's double the payout!"

The true cultivation level displayed by Leng Ningshuang instantly unsettled those who had initially favored Li Yuan.

A significant difference in understanding can often be an insurmountable chasm.

Faced with the suppression of cultivation level, Li Yuan showed no fear, but instead his eyes burned with an even more intense fighting spirit.

So what if he's at the Breakthrough Realm? He needs an opponent like that to test his hard work during this period.

More importantly, he had never fought against a cultivator like Leng Ningshuang who fought purely with magic, making him an excellent whetstone.

He retreated abruptly, avoiding the backlash area of ​​the Xuanbing Formation. At the same time, he flicked his left fingers, sending several streams of condensed true energy towards several key nodes of the formation.

In the blink of an eye, he changed his strategy and tried to break through the overall situation by focusing on one point.

Leng Ning Shuang remained calm, her left hand forming a hand seal. The Xuanbing Array trembled slightly, and the ice crystals at the attacked nodes were instantly reinforced, easily blocking the true energy arrows.

At the same time, she raised her right hand again, facing the direction Li Yuan was retreating, her five fingers slightly spread, and gently clenched.

"Ice Prison • Freeze!"

On the arena, Li Yuan felt the surrounding temperature suddenly drop below freezing.

The moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless fine ice crystals, as if forming an invisible icy cage that pressed in from all directions, bringing not only a biting cold but also a powerful binding force, trying to freeze him completely.

This is a powerful area-of-effect control spell.

Li Yuan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and even the circulation of his true energy became sluggish and difficult.

He let out a low shout, his internal energy surging wildly to resist the pervasive chill. His footwork shifted rapidly, pushing his movement technique to its limit. His figure left afterimages in the confined space as he tried to break free from his opponent's lock.

He tried to activate his time perception to accelerate himself and offset some of the binding effect, but to little avail; the suppressive power of the Breaking Illusion Realm spells was too strong.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Li Yuan did not panic. While dodging, he carefully observed the rhythm of Leng Ning Shuang's spellcasting and calmly analyzed the distribution and changes of the icy power.

He was learning, adapting to the rhythm of this purely magical combat.

Seeing that the Ice Prison had failed to completely trap Li Yuan, Leng Ning Shuang's cold eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

Despite being at a clear disadvantage in cultivation level, the opponent's on-the-spot adaptability and control over true qi far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators at the Mind-Questioning Realm.

She held back no longer, forming an even more complex and profound hand seal in front of her chest. A brilliant icy blue light shone from her body, and an even more vast wave of magical power rippled outwards.

"The Burial of Frost and Splendor in the Void!"

She parted her cherry lips slightly and uttered five cold words.

In an instant, countless crystal-clear and beautiful ice flowers bloomed out of thin air around her, as if winter had arrived, instantly covering most of the arena.

Each ice crystal flower was slowly rotating, the edges of its petals were as sharp as knives, and its heart contained terrifying ice explosion power.

They were not static, but rather, drawn by some force, they seemed to possess sentience, converging and attacking Li Yuan from all angles.

Beautiful, but deadly!

This is a high-level technique with a wide range, enough to instantly plunge a cultivator at the Mind-Questioning Realm into a desperate situation.

The audience gasped in surprise, many of them holding their breath for Li Yuan.

Faced with this overwhelming, inescapable frost-covered burial, how should he deal with it?

……

The battle was equally fierce on the west arena.

As soon as Chu Yunhe and Zhao Lingyun entered the arena, they immediately engaged in a fierce battle without any probing.

Zhao Lingyun wielded the silver spear Jingyun, its thrusts as swift as a dragon, displaying immense power and showcasing the fierce and powerful nature of the Po Jun Spear Technique to its fullest extent.

Each thrust of the spear was accompanied by a piercing sound as it cut through the air, its momentum unstoppable, the spear shadows overlapping like a thousand troops.

Chu Yunhe's swordsmanship, however, flowed like clouds and water, unrestrained and free. His sword moves were exquisite and unpredictable.

Sometimes as ethereal as drifting clouds, sometimes as swift as a startled swan, and sometimes as gentle as a spring breeze and rain, the sword light was dense and continuous, defusing Zhao Lingyun's storm-like attacks one by one.

The two clashed with spears and swords, their figures intertwined, the sounds of metal clashing as dense as rain.

Zhao Lingyun's marksmanship was domineering and unparalleled, and his momentum continued to rise, as if he wanted to use this unstoppable momentum to forcefully crush Chu Yunhe.

In contrast, Chu Yunhe remained calm and composed, his movements graceful and his swordsmanship fluid and effortless, strolling leisurely amidst the shadows of spears.

He still wore that lazy smile on his face, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Senior Brother Chu's swordsmanship seems to be even more exquisite than before!" a Shenwu student exclaimed.

"Zhao Lingyun is no pushover either. His spear technique is incredibly powerful; even ordinary cultivators at the Mind-Questioning Realm probably couldn't withstand it!"

"But look, it seems like Senior Brother Chu hasn't even used his full strength yet."

Indeed, amidst the seemingly fierce exchange of blows, discerning observers gradually discerned the underlying issues: Zhao Lingyun's attacks, though fierce, consistently missed their mark.

Chu Yunhe's counterattacks, though seemingly lukewarm, always managed to disrupt Zhao Lingyun's rhythm, forcing him to retreat and defend.

After dozens of rounds, Zhao Lingyun's forehead was covered in a fine sweat, and his breathing became slightly rapid, while Chu Yunhe remained calm and relaxed.

Zhao Lingyun grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He was confident in his own skill and had received the true teachings of the military in marksmanship, but he had not expected his opponent to be so formidable. Continuing the fight might be detrimental to him.

"We can't delay any longer!"

A fierce glint flashed in Zhao Lingyun's eyes. He suddenly took a step back, creating some distance, and the Jingyun Spear in his hand burst forth with a dazzling silver light.

"Broken Army. Meteor Fall!"

He gripped the gun with both hands, raised it high above his head, and his whole body became one with the spear, transforming into a dazzling silver meteor that crashed towards Chu Yunhe with terrifying power!

This is the ultimate killing move of the Breaking Army Spear Technique, which concentrates all true energy into a single strike, making it incredibly powerful.

Faced with this deadly attack, Chu Yunhe's lazy smile finally disappeared. He flicked his wrist, and the green sword in his hand emitted a clear and melodious sound. Faint green clouds swirled and rose around the sword.

"Good timing."

Chu Yunhe murmured, and instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure transforming into a wisp of cloud, and actually rushed forward!

The longsword in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory, striking first despite being behind, and accurately hitting the very core of the silver meteor!

"Flowing clouds dispel illusions!"

Ding--!

A crisp, clear sound seemed to cleanse one's soul.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no scattering of energy; the fierce attack suddenly froze, and then shattered with a deafening roar.

Zhao Lingyun's figure appeared, his face as pale as paper, the Jingyun Spear in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", his tiger's mouth split open, and blood was dripping.

He staggered back several steps, staring incredulously at Chu Yunhe opposite him, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.

His strongest move was broken so easily by his opponent.

"Thank you for your concession."

Chu Yunhe sheathed his sword and smiled slightly.

"West Arena, Chu Yunhe of Shenwu Academy wins!" the referee announced loudly.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"Senior Brother Chu is awesome!"

"The Flowing Cloud Sword Technique! It's too powerful!"

"We won! We, the Divine Martial Warriors, have won!"