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Upon hearing this, Lan Ying's eyes flashed with interest.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking, her eyes blazing with even greater fighting spirit: "You brat cultivate both Yuan Power and Spiritual Power, but I won't take advantage of you. I'll suppress my Yuan Power cultivation to the Second Nirvana Realm, and then test the mettle of your newly advanced Nirvana Realm!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the powerful aura of the peak of the Three-Element Nirvana Realm around her suddenly subsided, settling steadily at the level of the Two-Element Nirvana Realm. Although her realm was suppressed, the confidence and sharpness in her eyes, befitting a top genius, remained undiminished.

"Watch out!"

Lan Ying let out a low shout, her footwork suddenly changed, and her figure closed the distance like a streak of crimson fire.

She raised her right hand slightly, and crimson Yuan energy surged and condensed instantly. Behind her, a huge crimson phantom faintly appeared. The phantom's outline was blurry, but it exuded a scorching and majestic aura.

The spirit of martial arts!

This is clearly a low-grade spiritual martial art. Only by cultivating it to a certain level can one activate its spiritual essence and manifest a phantom to enhance it!

The giant shadow raised its palm in sync with Lan Ying's movements, and a solid, intensely hot, crimson palm print burst forth from the air with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, striking Lan He's chest directly!

Faced with this swift palm strike, Lan He neither dodged nor evaded, his eyes remaining calm. With a slight thought, the power of his Nirvana Golden Body within him was suddenly activated.

"Buzz!"

A deep, restrained purplish-gold luster instantly emerged from beneath his skin, especially noticeable on his arms, as if cast from pure gold, exuding an aura of immortal and indestructible strength. He crossed his arms, choosing to confront this spiritual martial arts palm print head-on with his bare body!

"Bang!"

A dull thud resounded as a crimson palm print landed firmly on Lan He's crossed golden arms. Fiery Yuan energy exploded, sending shockwaves surging, but it failed to budge those arms in the slightest!

The palm strike was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, only causing Lan He's figure to pause slightly, without even leaving a white mark on his arms.

Lan Ying's eagerness froze instantly, turning into astonishment, even a hint of disbelief.

Although her palm strike did not reach its peak power due to the suppression of her cultivation level, it triggered the spirit of martial arts, and its destructive power was already comparable to an ordinary strike from a Three-Element Nirvana Realm cultivator.

Such an attack was actually withstood by him with his bare body, and... he was completely unharmed?

On the sidelines, Lan Zhan, who had been leaning lazily, slowly straightened up, his usual nonchalant demeanor completely gone, and an undisguised look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

The old steward, Lan Zhong, narrowed his eyes slightly, his usually composed face unable to conceal his shock.

They could all see clearly that Lan He had not used any defensive martial arts from beginning to end, nor had he mobilized his mental energy to form a barrier. He had simply relied on the terrifying strength of his physical body to withstand a genuine low-grade spiritual martial arts attack!

"Good lad..."

Lan Zhan muttered to himself, his gaze towards the calm figure in the arena becoming incredibly deep, filled with an indescribable excitement and anticipation.

"Sakura, you don't need to suppress your cultivation level anymore."

Lan Zhan's voice came from the sidelines, carrying an undeniable tone, "Use all your strength at the peak of the Three Elements Nirvana Realm."

Upon hearing this, the last trace of hesitation in Lan Ying's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a burning fighting spirit.

Her aura suddenly surged, and the vast Yuan Power she had just restrained was released like a bursting dam. The pressure of the peak of the Three Yuan Nirvana Realm spread out without reservation, and the air in the martial arts arena seemed to become heavier.

"Kid, you'd better get serious this time!"

With a sharp cry, Lan Ying sprang into action once more, her speed more than twice as fast as before, almost becoming a crimson afterimage. She simultaneously formed hand seals, and the blurry crimson giant shadow behind her suddenly became clearer and more solid. Her palms came together, and a surge of Yuan energy, several times more violent and intense than before, gathered wildly.

"Flame Dragon Break!"

The crimson phantom thrust out its palms, and a furious dragon formed entirely of condensed crimson flames roared forth!

Where the dragon passed, the air distorted, and the bluestone on the ground was scorched and turned faintly red.

This strike was the true essence of the spiritual martial art she had cultivated, and its power far surpassed that of the previous ones.

Faced with this powerful offensive that could threaten even an ordinary fourth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator, Lan He's expression turned serious. He knew that relying solely on the passive defense of his Nirvana Golden Body would likely be insufficient to completely withstand this attack.

He took a deep breath, his mind sinking into the depths of his bones.

"Clang!"

It was as if countless sword cries resounded simultaneously from his very marrow, and a deeper, more restrained silver-white luster emanated from beneath the purple-gold light, rapidly spreading throughout his body.

His entire aura suddenly changed, no longer merely hard and indestructible, but also imbued with a sharp sword intent that could break through anything.

Formless Sword Body!

A flash of silver light appeared in Lan He's eyes, but he remained unmoved and slowly raised his right hand. His five fingers were joined together like a sword, and at the tip of his fingertips, a point of extremely refined silver-white sword light flickered uncertainly.

The next moment, he faced the roaring, fiery dragon head-on, pointed his fingers like a sword, and thrust them straight out!

"laugh!"

The sword light and the fire dragon collided fiercely, and a strange tearing sound came. The point of silver-white sword light actually broke through the surface and forcefully split the solid fire dragon in two!

The torn fire dragon exploded and scattered, turning into a sky full of flames.

Lan He had already moved, his entire body seemingly transforming into a silver sword light, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, shooting straight at Lan Ying behind him.

Lan Ying's expression changed slightly. She hadn't expected that her full-force "Flame Dragon Strike" would be so easily pierced through head-on. Before the silver sword light even reached her, the sharp sword intent contained within it already made her skin sting slightly.

In a flash, she reached for her waist with her left hand, and a clear, melodious sword cry rang out!

A longsword, entirely crimson with flowing flame patterns visible on its blade, was drawn from its sheath and landed in her hand. It was none other than her high-grade earth-rank fire-attribute spiritual treasure longsword, the Crimson Flow Sword.

"Crimson Stream Sword, rise!"

Lan Ying shouted, and the crimson longsword in her hand spun into a sharp sword flower. The crimson light at the tip of the sword surged, transforming into an extremely condensed and scorching sword aura, which swiftly pierced out to meet the silver sword light that pierced through the sea of ​​fire!

A full-force sword strike empowered by a top-grade Earth-rank spiritual treasure is far more powerful than any spiritual martial art performed bare-handed!

"clang!!!"

A crisp, ear-piercing sound of metal clashing suddenly rang out as silver sword light and crimson sword energy collided fiercely. The sword light and sword energy remained locked in mid-air, emitting a teeth-grinding friction sound.

The immense power bestowed by the Purple-Gold Glazed Body and the ultimate sharpness brought by the Formless Sword Body converged at Lan He's sword-fingers. Meanwhile, Lan Ying used the Crimson Flow Sword as a medium to unleash the Yuan Power of the peak of the Three Yuan Nirvana Realm to its fullest extent.

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

"Bang!"

The energy exploded, and both figures were simultaneously forced back several steps.

Lan Ying steadied herself, her right hand gripping the sword trembling slightly, a tingling numbness spreading through her thumb and forefinger. She looked down at the Crimson Flow Sword; its humming continued, its spiritual light dimming slightly.

Lan He also stopped in his tracks. The sleeves of his arms had been torn to shreds by the sharp force of the collision. On the exposed skin of his arms, a purple-gold luster flowed, but several fine silver sword marks could still be faintly seen.

Those were marks left by the collision between the Formless Sword Body and the opponent's high-grade Earth-rank spiritual treasure. However, the wound was extremely shallow, only breaking the skin, and it began to heal in the blink of an eye thanks to the powerful regenerative ability of the physical body, so it could only be considered a minor injury.

He shook his hand, looked at Lan Ying, his fighting spirit undiminished, but even stronger.

"What an incredibly powerful physique..."

On the sidelines, the old steward Lan Zhong, who had been watching the battle intently, couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, his tone full of shock, "Master, judging from the strength of the young master's body tempering that he has shown so far... he is probably no less than a typical peak Fourth-Element Nirvana Realm expert."

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhan slowly nodded, his gaze still fixed on the two people in the arena, and said in a low voice: "Ying girl still has some top-grade spiritual martial arts she hasn't used yet, and this kid... hasn't used his newly broken-through spiritual power either."

"The true outcome is still uncertain."

He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, and made a decision: "However, this level of probing is enough."

Stop.

Lan Zhan's voice was not loud, but it clearly entered the training ground, carrying an undeniable authority.

Upon hearing this, Lan Ying and Lan He, who were about to clash again, paused, then each withdrew their energy and distanced themselves from each other.

Lan Zhan stepped forward, his gaze falling on Lan He, his tone unusually serious: "You don't need to go to the exchange battle."

Lan He paused slightly, a look of confusion appearing in his eyes, and asked, "Why? Father?"