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"Come...to fight!"

The sound was still echoing over Wangjing Plain when Yan Zonghan took action first.

He swooped down, his Seven Killings Breaking Army sword enveloped in crimson and purplish-blue light, leaving a two-colored trail in the air.

Chu Nan charged towards the diving figure.

"boom!!!"

The Mo Dao slashed horizontally, while the Qi Sha Po Jun cleaved vertically. The two collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar.

A shockwave surged outwards from the point of impact, blowing away all the rubble on the ground.

Yan Zonghan was forced back three steps, and Chu Nan also took three steps back.

The two steadied themselves at the same time and then pushed off the ground simultaneously.

Sparks flew from Yan Zonghan's heavy armor, and the same was true for Chu Nan's black armor.

"boom--"

Another collision.

This time, Yan Zonghan changed his angle, and the Seven Killings Breaking Army sword swept up from below at an angle, its crimson blade energy carrying a scorching heat wave.

Chu Nanmo pressed down with his blade, the cold, black blade forcefully breaking through the crimson blade energy.

The two weapons clashed together, producing a piercing metallic screech and sparks flying, like two angry fire dragons tearing at each other.

"boom--"

The third struggle followed immediately.

Yan Zonghan gripped the handle with both hands and chopped down with all his might.

Chu Nan raised his knife to meet the attack head-on, his feet creating two deep craters in the ground. His knees bent half an inch before snapping straight back up.

He deflected Yan Zonghan's long weapon, then swept his sword horizontally with a backhand motion, the bluish-white blade slicing towards Yan Zonghan's waist and ribs.

Yan Zonghan turned to the side, and the purple and green sword energy of the Seven Killings Breaking Army pierced out, deflecting the blade's edge.

The two separated again, their breathing becoming heavy, but neither showed any signs of fatigue.

Yan Zonghan's heavy armor had three more cracks, and Chu Nan's black armor had three more white marks.

The two men stared at each other, their eyes filled with fierce fighting spirit.

The next second, they rushed up again at the same time.

This time it's no longer a single collision.

The Mo Dao and the Qi Sha Po Jun clashed wildly in the air, each collision creating a shockwave.

Crimson and purplish-blue light, along with bluish-white blade light, repeatedly exploded on the ground.

Wherever the two went, the ground seemed to have been plowed over and over again, the rock layers were split open, and the cracks were bottomless.

Gravel flew like rain, and dust billowed like mist.

But the pebbles and dust didn't even have time to get close to the two of them before they were crushed into finer powder by the aftershocks of their fight and scattered in the air.

The people in the spectator area were completely dumbfounded.

"Are these two people... even human?"

"This is a pure clash of brute force; they're seeing who can exhaust their inner energy first!"

"But look at their true energy, there is no sign of it being depleted at all. The depth of their true energy has already exceeded the scope of ordinary grandmasters."

On the Kim family's side, Kim Sung-yeol's expression changed from excitement to tension, and then from tension to fear.

He could see that even when Yan Zonghan used his swordsmanship to its fullest extent, he still did not have the upper hand.

Every clash between the two was a draw.

The more powerful the Seven Killings and Breaking Army strikes, the more ruthless the Mo Dao cuts.

You have a protective armor for your heart, and I have a protective armor for my body.

"How is this possible... How could the power of the High Priest be blocked head-on by that kid?"

Gu Changfeng's expression was even more unpleasant than before.

He could see that Chu Nan's power had not only not been depleted, but had become more solid with each collision.

This young man is using the pressure from Yan Zonghan to continue honing his skills.

Like a sword, it becomes sharper through constant tempering.

Yan Zonghan, who originally intended to use this opportunity to break through, was actually aiming for this goal!

Wenbo knew very well that Chu Nan was not at a disadvantage; on the contrary, he was even subtly in control.

After each clash, Chu Nan adjusted his posture a fraction of a second faster than Yan Zonghan.

But this doesn't mean Yan Zonghan will lose. At least for now, Chu Nan hasn't gained the upper hand because of these advantages.

Jiang Yingxue held Xia Wantang's hand tightly, her eyes fixed on the cold, dark figure on the battlefield, never looking away for a moment.

How could Yan Zonghan himself be completely oblivious to what even discerning observers could perceive?

However, just as others thought, Yan Zonghan did not believe that Chu Nan's faster adjustment of his breathing during the contest meant he was stronger than him.

But if this continues, even the smallest advantage will accumulate into the key to victory or defeat.

So, after another clash, he suddenly stepped back, choosing not to continue this brutal confrontation.

Yan Zonghan stared at Chu Nan, the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually turning into killing intent.

Throughout his military career, he had never encountered such an opponent.

The longer the fight goes on, the stronger the opponent becomes.

This familiar sense of oppression should have been inflicted upon the opponent by oneself!

"Your power is still growing."

Yan Zonghan's voice turned somber.

Seeing that Chu Nan remained silent, he took a deep breath. "Since pure strength cannot determine a winner, then let's not compete in strength!"

The next second, Yan Zonghan raised the Seven Killings Breaking Army, and the phantoms of the Crimson Tiger and the Purple Dragon roared to the sky at the same time, the sound waves soaring straight into the clouds.

Then, the killing aura solidified and condensed into a huge figure in mid-air.

The figure was over ten feet tall, wearing a helmet and heavy armor. Its face was indistinct, yet it exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

Crimson and purplish-blue light intertwined and flowed around him, each flow making his Dharma form more solid.

"He really succeeded in mastering the ultimate technique of the Seven Killings Breaking Army?!"

Gu Changfeng's voice rang out from the Jin family's side, trembling almost uncontrollably, "Using blade energy as the bone and sword energy as the soul, summon... Martial Soul Avatar!"

Before Gu Changfeng's voice had even finished, the spiritual energy of the entire Wangjing Plain seemed to be grasped by a giant hand, surging wildly towards that Dharma image.

The red tiger and the purple dragon no longer separated, but merged into one, transforming into a double-edged weapon in the Dharma Image's hand.

Crimson and purplish-blue hues intertwined and flowed across the long weapon, each flow making the Dharma image more solid.

Yan Zonghan's figure merged into the Dharma image.

Faxiang lowered his head, and two beams of light shot out from his blurry eyes, one crimson and the other purplish-blue. They landed on the ground, which cracked silently, and a pungent smell of sulfur and burnt wafted from the cracks.

"Could this be the True Form of a Martial Soul? No, this is the ability of a Celestial Being. How could a Grandmaster like him possess such a power!"

"This is not his true Martial Soul form; it should be a nascent Martial Soul that he forcibly condensed using his cultivation level of a half-step Celestial Being!"

"That's right. Although it's not a true Martial Soul form, the power of this attack is already infinitely close to the power of a Celestial's true form!"

"I just heard Gu Changfeng say that this is called the Dharma Form of the Broken Army Star Lord... Even if it's not a true Martial Soul Body, he's only one step away from becoming a Celestial Being!"

"Then what can Chu Nan use to fight? That Dharma body is similar to a Martial Soul True Body. The double-edged weapon in its hand is a perfect fusion of a saber and a sword, with the ferocity of a saber in attack and the agility of a sword in defense. Moreover, it's so huge that it's impossible to break through!"

Despite the crowd's comments, Jin Jiucheng remained calm and composed, sipping his tea.

The reason is simple: the moment Yan Zonghan condensed a Martial Soul True Body Dharma Image, Chu Nan had already lost!