These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"That sword energy was incredibly powerful! Even more powerful than the tornado we encountered earlier!"

"Young hero, could you tell me what you saw before you lost?"

"..."

Look at your head! Watch how I get pierced by a sharp sword!

Outside the bamboo grove, a group of people watched nervously.

They certainly noticed the grand spectacle that had occurred earlier.

The fact that the center of the bamboo forest was almost completely destroyed shows how intense the battle was.

But what was unexpected was that even with such a grand spectacle, the battle... still hadn't stopped.

If the calculated figures are correct.

There should be only three people left inside now.

It was late afternoon at the Yihua Palace.

Wei Tu and Jiang Ying of the Yuanjian Sect.

"This is terrible... Do we still have two disciples left?"

Yuan Wei seemed unable to believe this situation, his voice trembling slightly, an indescribable tension that even made him nervous at the prospect of such a real possibility.

Lin Ruoyin frowned deeply; her emotions were also unstable.

In fact, she had considered the exaggerated extent of Wei Tu's potential and true strength.

But I never expected it to come to this.

She didn't care what had happened to Qin Ruhui. If that sword strike and that light just now belonged to Wei Tu... then it could only mean that everyone in the world had misjudged her.

His hiding place... was so vast it seemed to reach the very depths of the underworld.

"Mu Xitong, that sword energy just now..."

Lin Ruoyin turned her gaze to the radiant woman beside her who was holding a small fox.

Mu Xitong seemed a little sleepy, and the previous grand occasion hadn't seemed to have given her much more energy.

"Ah...that one, it's definitely his."

His casual remarks were like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Lin Ruoyin really didn't know how to evaluate it. She already felt a little guilty for using the tone of an elder to scold this boy.

At this point... how can we still speak?

Ultimately, the Immortal Continent is still a world where strength reigns supreme. With his actions, everyone will lose the ability to be elders or juniors!

With that kind of strength, winning shouldn't be a problem, right?

It seems we should be happy about this, after all, the fact that the disciples of Yuanjian Sect won the Dragon Slaying Tournament is a huge boost for both Yuanjian Sect and Wei Tu himself.

Once you gain prestige, profits will follow.

Sometimes, resources are just a byproduct of power.

Now it remains to be seen whether this young man has any strength left to overcome the final obstacle.

Lin Ruoyin couldn't help but feel excited. Although she couldn't say it, at least at this moment she was cheering for that boy with all her might in her heart.

We must win... Wei Tu.

Xu Qing's eyes flickered with emotion.

She did indeed sense something—a powerful, seemingly unstoppable sword intent that would shatter everything once it landed.

It's not just sword energy; beneath this brilliant light lies an indomitable willpower.

She didn't know if she would ever be able to wield such a sword, but she did know...

This world is wonderful, with storms like this and swordsmen like this.

To truly live is to immerse oneself in the martial world, settle scores with those you have grudges, and then make the most of your journey.

She didn't want Ji Xiangwan to die inside, because she was certain that one day she would stand before Ji Xiangwan and firmly point her sword at him.

Even if we lose, we should do it this way.

"It's just us left."

Ji Xiangwan slowly stood up, seemingly not in good condition either.

It seems that the previous all-out effort to resist Qin Ruhui's storm has taken a toll.

Compared to the pale-faced boy in front of him, he was not in much better condition; both seemed as if they would fall at the slightest blow.

Wei Tu looked at Ji Xiangwan in front of him.

"Are we still going to fight or not?"

Ji Xiangwan smiled, but her expression seemed somewhat bleak.

There seemed to be a sense of powerlessness in witnessing the power of youth.

"Of course we have to fight. We've come this far, wouldn't it be a shame not to fight?"

Ji Xiangwan smiled, then picked up his sword with a somewhat weak expression and took a deep breath.

Wei Tu looked at him and nodded.

"Indeed, it would be a real shame not to have a match."

Do you need a rest?

Ji Xiangwan even asked a rather considerate question.

Wei Tu smiled and shook his head, "That won't be necessary. After all, even if I lose, I still have my senior sister. It's hard to say for you, who's all alone."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ji Xiangwan couldn't help but laugh.

"Your personality, which involves saying everything out loud, makes you hard to like, but also hard to truly dislike."

"bring it on."

Wei Tu seemed to have some difficulty carrying Shen Tu on his shoulder, then squatted down slightly.

He revealed a posture that Ji Xiangwan had never seen before.

It's neither a defensive nor an offensive stance.

Ji Xiangwan remained the same, holding her sword in one hand and standing ramrod straight.

It seems that everyone in the Yihua Palace is like this; no matter the circumstances, they must maintain their dignity, whether it be their clothes, face, or posture.

The two walked towards each other step by step.

Neither side seemed inclined to make a full-scale attack, but their auras were visibly gathering, though it appeared that not much remained.

But everyone knows that at least one strike will still have force.

Whose sword is more powerful in this fight...?

It seems the answer will be given immediately.

Almost simultaneously, with the two sides only about three steps apart, which was already a very tight distance, the attack range could not have been compressed to this extent if they were not both exhausted.

But at that moment, both sides drew their swords simultaneously.

Ji Xiangwan's thrust was seemingly simple and unadorned, while Wei Tu's slash would normally have the upper hand.

The sword struck Ji Xiangwan's blade precisely.

"boom!"

The burst of air was much larger than the slow movements of the two people.

Like fireworks bursting forth, the sparks illuminated their somewhat pale faces.

Jiang Ying, who was still recuperating, watched the two swordsmen facing off with nervousness.

A familiar scene seemed to appear in her eyes.

Their steps quickened, and their movements became dazzling.

Each sword strike became faster and heavier than the last.

Like lightning in the clouds, the sword energy and light appear and disappear swiftly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged eighteen moves.

None of the sword strikes broke through the opponent's defense.

The two even seemed somewhat defiant, neither wanting to use any convoluted or unusual sword techniques to outmaneuver the other, but instead wanting to overwhelm each other with sheer brute force.

"boom!!"

Once again, their swords clashed.

Judging from their physical condition, it seems that both sides are at the point of their final strike.

The swords clashed again, reaching a stalemate once more, but there was no sign of them separating.

It seemed that this stalemate had to end with one side kneeling down.

There will be no next strike.

Jiang Ying thought to herself.

Two pale, sweat-drenched faces stared at each other.

Slowly, Shen Tu seemed to be pressing down on Ji Xiangwan's longsword.

It seems that Wei Tu's strength is still superior.

Just as Jiang Ying was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she suddenly noticed something unusual.