"Great Elder, rest assured. If I encounter a Xuanyuan Sect disciple, I will take their life! I must avenge Junior Brother Huo Xingkong!"
Fei Jue glanced in the direction of the Xuanyuan Sect, his gaze icy cold.
"Exactly. If they dare fight, I’ll kill one if one comes!"
Sun Chuanwu sneered grimly.
He wanted to kill Luo Cheng!
And the other Xuanyuan Sect disciples, he would kill them all the same!
Hua Jingyang merely nodded faintly without saying a word.
In his eyes, these Xuanyuan Sect disciples were like ants, utterly insignificant. He doubted anyone would dare challenge him.
Even if he wanted to kill, there might not be an opportunity.
The only one who piqued Hua Jingyang’s interest slightly was Luo Cheng!
In his heart, he hoped that if Luo Cheng encountered him, he wouldn’t concede without a fight.
Only then could he show Yan Qingshuang who the true genius really was!
How insignificant Luo Cheng was before him.
Following Lin Xiaoyun’s slaying of Huo Xingkong, the ninth round of duels quickly neared its conclusion.
In this round, Lin Xiaoyun once again faced a Fierce Cloud Sect disciple.
His opponent was none other than Sun Chuanwu, ranked third among the top ten disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect.
As the Elder of the Luoxia Sect announced the match, countless gazes instantly focused on the two contestants.
"Heh, it seems my chance for revenge has come so quickly!"
Sun Chuanwu let out a cold laugh, taking a single step forward to instantly appear on the arena platform, looking down at Lin Xiaoyun with disdain:
"What are you waiting for? Get up here and die!"
Lin Xiaoyun’s eyes narrowed slightly as he analyzed their strengths.
He had mastered Human Martial Integration, while Sun Chuanwu’s Sword Dao had similarly reached the Early Stage of Human Saber Integration!
Based on the earlier match, Sun Chuanwu would undoubtedly be on guard against his Stacked Wave Dominating Leg, making it difficult for him to seize an early advantage!
Lin Xiaoyun felt a heavy weight in his heart, lacking absolute confidence in defeating Sun Chuanwu.
The odds of victory were at best fifty-fifty!
Perhaps even sixty-forty!
After all, all of his trump cards had been exposed.
Sun Chuanwu, however, had not yet revealed his true strength.
"Weren’t you acting so cocky earlier? Now you don’t even dare step up?"
Sun Chuanwu’s mocking voice rang out once more.
Lin Xiaoyun took a deep breath, preparing to step onto the platform and accept the challenge.
At this moment, Luo Cheng’s emotionless voice echoed.
"We forfeit this match."
Hearing this, Sun Chuanwu frowned, his razor-sharp gaze locking onto Luo Cheng: "Trash! What does this have to do with you?"
Luo Cheng remained unperturbed and replied indifferently:
"It’s simple. Your life belongs to me."
Sun Chuanwu froze momentarily, a cold glint flashing through his eyes before he suddenly burst into laughter:
"So, you mean to say you want to face me in battle? Then, if you encounter me, don’t you dare forfeit!"
Luo Cheng nodded calmly.
Sun Chuanwu sneered ferociously.
He had initially feared Luo Cheng might not dare accept the challenge if they crossed paths!
But now, there was no longer any such worry.
With so many witnesses, if Luo Cheng reneged on his words and backed out, he would be utterly disgraced, becoming a laughingstock forever!
He wouldn’t even be able to hold his head up as a man!
With Lin Xiaoyun forfeiting, many in the crowd were initially disappointed, but hearing the agreement between Luo Cheng and Sun Chuanwu suddenly ignited their anticipation.
Sun Chuanwu had killed Lin Zhidong, ranked sixth among the top ten disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect, with just two saber strikes, leaving no doubt about his strength!
Luo Cheng, however, had emerged as the biggest dark horse of this Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Sect competition. With his Wasted Martial Soul, he had risen to become the Xuanyuan Sect’s top Outer Sect disciple, creating a miracle!
Many harbored intense curiosity and doubt toward Luo Cheng’s strength and the miracle he represented!
A battle between the two was bound to be extraordinarily exciting!
"Luo Cheng, do you have a grudge against Sun Chuanwu?"
Chen Lingyu noticed the animosity and couldn’t help but ask.
Luo Cheng cast a glance at Sun Chuanwu and his father, letting out a cold laugh, "It’s more than just a grudge..."
Chen Lingyu was stunned.
It was the first time she had felt such a terrifying tone from Luo Cheng!
The tenth round of matches lacked any truly high-stakes duels.
The contestants either faced overwhelmingly one-sided matchups or forfeited outright, leaving little excitement.
As the tenth round came to an end, the atmosphere atop Jinyu Peak grew increasingly charged.
Starting from the eleventh round, the chief disciples of the Three Great Sects would officially enter the fray!
The next five rounds would mark the true climax of the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition!
All eyes turned toward Hua Jingyang, Yan Qingshuang, and Luo Cheng.
However, most of the discussions revolved around Hua Jingyang and Yan Qingshuang.
Few were talking about Luo Cheng.
Though all three were chief disciples of the Outer Sects, many believed that Luo Cheng was not on the same level as Hua Jingyang and Yan Qingshuang.
The gap between them was obvious, as if they were on entirely different planes of existence.
The attention on Luo Cheng was mostly fueled by curiosity rather than confidence in his abilities.
Soon enough, the tenth round concluded!
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The Luoxia Sect Elder began drawing opponents for the chief disciples of the Three Great Sects.
Only the top ten disciples in points from the previous ten rounds qualified to challenge the chief disciples.
This greatly saved time in the competition.
"First Arena: Yan Qingshuang from the Luoxia Sect versus Xia Wanqing from the Luoxia Sect!!"
"Second Arena: Hua Jingyang from the Fierce Cloud Sect versus Lin Xiaoyun from the Xuanyuan Sect!!"
Both Yan Qingshuang and Hua Jingyang were drawn consecutively.
Unfortunately, Yan Qingshuang’s opponent was a fellow Luoxia Sect disciple, while Hua Jingyang once again faced Lin Xiaoyun.
Lin Xiaoyun didn’t hesitate, conceding the match decisively.
Xia Wanqing, ranked second among the top ten disciples of the Luoxia Sect, had also sparred against Yan Qingshuang before and similarly forfeited outright.
This left the crowd deeply disappointed, their eyes all turning to Luo Cheng in hopes of an exciting showdown.
"Third Arena: Luo Cheng from the Xuanyuan Sect versus Sun Chuanwu from the Fierce Cloud Sect!"
The moment the Luoxia Sect Elder announced the matchup, the atmosphere erupted with excitement.
No one had expected the duo who had just sworn their battle to meet so soon!
"Heh, it seems even the heavens favor me!"
Sun Chuanwu stood and laughed coldly, exuding killing intent!
Sun Yingyang cast a glance at Luo Cheng, frowning as he advised:
"Chuanwu, this kid has mastered the Middle Stage of Human Sword Integration and managed to become the chief disciple of Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Sect. He must have exceptional abilities! Do not be careless! If anything feels off, leave the arena immediately."
Sun Chuanwu fixed his contemptuous gaze on Luo Cheng, sneering:
"Father, you overestimate him. He’s merely at the Tongxuan Realm Third Layer Early Stage and has awakened a Wasted Martial Soul. So what if he’s grasped the Middle Stage of Human Sword Integration? He’s still trash!"
"He may dominate in the Xuanyuan Sect, but in front of me, he’s nothing more than an ant! If I can kill Lin Zhidong with two strikes, I can kill him with three!!"
Sun Yingyang thought it over and agreed.
He too had never taken Luo Cheng seriously. A Wasted Martial Soul and an Early Stage of Tongxuan Realm Third Layer — how strong could he possibly be?
In the past, he’d refrained from letting Sun Chuanwu act due to concerns of a powerful backer behind Luo Cheng.
But now, on the fair stage of the arena, killing him would be perfectly justified!
"Good! Killing him today will finally resolve one of my greatest worries!!"
Sun Yingyang narrowed his eyes at Luo Cheng, radiating murderous intent.
Luo Cheng bore the Ji Family bloodline and had suddenly risen to prominence, a fact that had long lodged in Sun Yingyang’s throat like a fish bone.
Only by completely eliminating him could he finally feel at ease!
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