"Give it your all, or you have no chance of winning!"
Chu Ming’s face was calm, his right hand gently stroking the Storage Ring. The Conjugate Sword instantly appeared in his hand. His gaze was as sharp as Sword Light, and waves of sharp aura radiated from his body.
Qi Long’s eyes were cold. Spiritual Power infused the silver Longsword. His body turned into a black shadow and rushed at Chu Ming in an instant!
The distance between the two shrank to just five steps in the blink of an eye. Only then did Qi Long draw his sword.
"Breaking Sword Technique!"
Qi Long thrust his sword out, dreamlike and illusionary. The twisted, bright Sword Light seemed slow yet fast, like the wind without a trace, impossible to predict where exactly he would strike.
Under the excited gazes of the crowd, Chu Ming drew his sword. The angle of his attack was unfathomable, like a divine stroke.
Not only that, Chu Ming’s Sword Light was extremely fine, honed to the utmost limit, even sharper.
Qi Long’s first strike was blocked by Chu Ming. Qi Long didn’t mind, planning to take the initiative with a second strike!
However, to his surprise, Chu Ming started his counterattack!
Chu Ming held his sword in his right hand, Spiritual Power infused within it. A domineering red glow burst from the sword, slicing through the air. A surge of white Wind Waves swept out in all directions!
Qi Long’s gaze narrowed. In his perception, Chu Ming’s strike was like a terrifying fireball, ready to melt him completely!
Not daring to be negligent, Qi Long quickly slashed out several times. The Sword Lights of both clashed in the air, sending colorful Sword Light flying in all directions.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen blows on stage. However, due to their extreme speed, the disciples below could only see shadows.
"As expected of Senior Brothers, their moves are too fast. I can only see two afterimages!"
"Judging by the current strength displayed, both can rank in the top ten of the Inner Sect."
Not far away, Ying Qiangge watched Chu Ming and Qi Long on the stage with great interest.
As a Swordsman himself, he could discern the subtleties in their battle. However, the more he watched, the more serious his expression became. Clearly, both Qi Long and Chu Ming were exceptionally talented Swordsmen with invincible auras.
On stage, Qi Long’s figure drifted back lightly, landing steadily at the edge of the arena. His dark eyes glimmered with countless Auroras.
"Take my final move!"
Qi Long stepped forward, and his body erupted with an overwhelming torrent of Qi, rushing toward Chu Ming. The formless, colorless Qi in the air was all dyed silver-white.
With a shock of his Longsword, inch by inch, Sword Lights shattered from the tip, like a blazing sun appearing in the air, melting snow and refining essence. The silver Longsword trembled continuously in his hand!
The pure Sword Light swept directly at Chu Ming like an Arctic comet. There were no fancy moves, only sharp power.
Chu Ming’s gaze remained calm, countless Sword Dao Auroras flashing through his mind. A faint, white Flowing Cloud appeared in his sword, making the surrounding space sticky like flowing water.
"Flowing Clouds Like Water!"
With one swing of Chu Ming’s sword, the world fell silent. What followed was the sound of the air shattering, like the separation of heaven and earth!
Two Sword Lights, one fiery and one condensed like water, collided fiercely in the air, intertwining.
Qi Long’s move could defeat He Wumu, but unfortunately, Chu Ming was not He Wumu.
In the end, Chu Ming’s Flowing Clouds Like Water prevailed, shattering Qi Long’s dazzling Sword Light completely. The sharp Sword Light blasted towards Qi Long’s horrified eyes.
Qi Long was instantly blasted away by the Sword Light, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, his face pale.
The 412th match, this time, there were two battles that caught everyone’s attention: one was Xiao Huang versus Ying Qiangge, and the other was Bai Hanyan versus Ye Chen.
Xiao Huang originally ranked seventh in the Inner Sect, while Ying Qiangge ranked fourth. However, after Xiao Huang used the Blood Sea Undying Palm, their gap had nearly shrunk to nothing.
Ying Qiangge leapt into the air, and a thick Sword Blade burst from his sword. It crackled in the air, slashing towards Xiao Huang!
Xiao Huang was instantly sent flying. Ying Qiangge’s eyes were dark. This Aurora Lightning was supposed to be his trump card against Mo Ling, but Xiao Huang had forced him to use it.
As for Bai Hanyan and Ye Chen’s battle, everyone expected a balanced fight. However, Bai Hanyan took the initiative right from the start. After a hundred moves, Bai Yechen was defeated.
As the matches progressed, the top ten rankings became clear!
If nothing unexpected happened, the top ten would be Mo Ling, Ning Fei, Gumu Ling, Ying Qiangge, Xiao Huang, Chu Ming, Bai Hanyan, Ye Chen, Liu Wuyan, and Qi Long.
The specific rankings were still uncertain, but in everyone’s eyes, Ye Chen and Liu Wuyan were undoubtedly the weakest two.
The 425th match, Mo Ling versus Qi Long.
Both were King Level disciples, but their strength was vastly different. This difference was partly because Mo Ling was a year older than Qi Long.
Qi Long took the initiative to attack, sending several Sword Lights out at once, as if to slaughter gods and annihilate immortals. The air exploded instantly.
Mo Ling’s expression was indifferent. His right hand clenched into a fist, Powerful Qi surging through him. Countless Fist Forces shot outwards, and a pitch-black fist shadow blasted from his right hand!
Instantly, the sky darkened. The aura on the stage seemed to vanish completely, leaving no trace.
In an instant, the Sword Lights were all shattered by the fist shadow. Mo Ling used the simplest method: break all techniques with sheer force!
Qi Long’s expression changed. Just as he was about to attack again, Mo Ling stepped forward, his right fist blasting directly towards Qi Long’s chest, like a comet sweeping the moon.
Qi Long was instantly sent flying.
The 442nd match, Chu Ming faced Liu Wuyan!
On stage, Liu Wuyan, full of battle intent, looked at Chu Ming. Though Chu Ming was a King Level disciple, Liu Wuyan believed his fortuitous encounter had made him no less than a King Level disciple.
Liu Wuyan roared, raising his fist to smash towards Chu Ming. Instantly, golden light filled the air, and fist shadows engulfed the entire space.
Chu Ming did not draw his sword but raised his fist to strike back at Liu Wuyan. His right fist, like a falling comet, was imposing, bombarding the air explosively.
Simultaneously, the Fire Essence in Chu Ming’s chest shattered. The contained energy flowed through his body, radiating golden light, filled with a sense of sanctity.