The competition was in full swing. At some point, a figure in a gray robe appeared silently at the highest point in the Central Hall.
Among those present, only Yan Nanxing and Ancient Sword Peak noticed.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Yan Nanxing’s eyes immediately filled with respect. He wanted to rise but was stopped by the gaze of the figure in the gray robe.
The lips of the figure moved slightly, and a few whispered words entered Yan Nanxing’s ears. The space rippled, and the figure in the gray robe disappeared completely, as if it had never been there.
Yan Nanxing looked deeply at Chu Ming.
As noon approached, the final match began, the fight for first place was imminent.
Chu Ming and Mo Ling stood on opposite sides of the arena, locking eyes. An invisible conflict arose between them.
"Finally, the last match. Who would have thought Brother Chu would be competing with Brother Mo for first place?"
"Even so, Brother Chu is still far too inexperienced compared to Brother Mo. His chances of winning are practically zero."
"Hmph, who expected Brother Chu to make it this far in his first Inner Sect competition? Now that he’s facing Brother Mo, he might still have a chance!"
Below the stage, the disciples were buzzing with discussion, all talking about who would claim the top spot.
"I never thought you would be the one to fight me for first place," Mo Ling said coldly. By his calculations, Ning Fei should have been his opponent, but Chu Ming had defeated him instead.
"Make your move," Chu Ming said calmly, gripping the Conjugate Sword. His demeanor changed drastically as countless Sword Dao auras radiated from his body.
Mo Ling’s body shuddered, stomping the ground fiercely. Instantly, he turned into a blurred shadow, rushing towards Chu Ming, the scenery on both sides flying past.
In midair, Mo Ling clenched his right hand tightly. A black light emanated from his fist, striking towards Chu Ming like a dragon breaking through the heavens.
Chu Ming’s eyes narrowed, his figure flashed, and his body transformed into five shadows, attacking Mo Ling from all directions. Five beams of sword light pierced through the air like silent flowing water.
Mo Ling kicked sideways, a blinding black light swept out from his foot, the violent force obliterating everything around it. The air around him evaporated instantly, shattering the four sword shadows.
Chu Ming’s true form appeared. Just then, Mo Ling’s toes touched the ground, and his right fist shot towards Chu Ming’s chest.
Chu Ming shook the Conjugate Sword, the sword tip vibrated, countless beams of Sword Light cracked and burst forth from the tip, shooting towards Mo Ling.
With each step Mo Ling took, a fraction of his Powerful Qi exploded, shattering the airborne Sword Lights. Within moments, the two had reached the edge of the stage.
Chu Ming’s gaze darkened. Mo Ling’s total power was estimated to be about five thousand Tiger Power, each attack sending shocks through Chu Ming’s chest.
Chu Ming’s body spun rapidly in the air, a blazing Sword Light exploded from his sword, like a meteor traversing the sky!
Mo Ling unleashed his Fist Force, grabbed Chu Ming’s Sword Light barehanded, and crushed it directly. The sword’s edge scattered into the air, and the Spiritual Power dissipated.
Chu Ming landed steadily, holding the Conjugate Sword across his chest. Right hand gripping the sword, he charged forward, unleashing a Sword Slash, creating an invisible blade in the air.
Mo Ling’s punches were relentless. He was undoubtedly the toughest opponent Chu Ming had ever faced, his physical strength unparalleled.
A Martial Artist with talent is not terrifying, but one with both talent and great perseverance is, capable of changing everything. Mo Ling was such a person.
Chu Ming retreated rapidly, white robe fluttering, black hair flying. Countless Sword Dao Auroras flashed in his mind; a misty white Flowing Cloud appeared on his sword, the surrounding space becoming viscous like water.
"Flowing Clouds Like Water!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Chu Ming swung his sword; the world fell silent. The sound of the air breaking followed, as if heaven and earth were split apart!
Mo Ling’s gaze remained unchanged. With a punch, the force seemed to cleave through mountain peaks. Black Qi Force enveloped his fist, covering half the sky above the stage.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Mo Ling’s fist seemed unstoppable, disintegrating the Sword Light and Fist Force into white waves, spreading them in all directions.
"Chu Ming’s strength is impressive!"
Among the True Disciples, a delicate youth exclaimed in surprise. Based on Chu Ming’s current display, he was at least equally strong.
Hua Dong remained silent. Mo Ling’s strength could rank in the upper mid-tier even among True Disciples. Chu Ming’s prowess was beneficial for the Celestial Travel Sect, but it placed significant pressure on the True Disciples.
Mo Ling shot Chu Ming into the air with a punch. Stretching his body like a flying eagle, he lunged towards Chu Ming, withmless air currents forming into mountains, pressing down on Chu Ming.
"Black Jade Sea Breaker!"
Mo Ling unleashed a furious punch, waves crashing, a terrifying black fist shadow enveloping Chu Ming. The black shadow devoured all surrounding Spiritual Power, forming a massive black vortex.
Chu Ming couldn’t afford to hesitate, his body transformed into a concentrated gust, darting away.
At some point, white clouds appeared in the sky, shifting forms.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
What is a sword? Clouds become swords, all things become swords. Chu Ming infused the wisps of white mist with Sword Qi, expanding them into multiple Sword Lights, launching them towards the terrifying black vortex.
The disciples below watched the two with burning eyes. After a hundred exchanges, what amazed everyone was the gradual improvement of Chu Ming’s strength. The Sword Qi in his attacks became increasingly sharp, enabling him to persist this long.
In the expectant eyes of the crowd, the myriad Cloud Swords clashed with the terrifying Fist Force, countless Sword Qi bursts annihilated in the intense collision!
A crisp sound resonated through the quiet stage, amplified by the silent surrounding. The countless Cloud Swords lasting through, finally revealed a crack in the terrifying Fist Force.