Chapter 94: The Great Comparison Part Two

  Over a hundred arenas were in fierce battle, and it had been a long time since the incense stick had passed. Most of them had already distinguished between victory and defeat, while some with similar strengths still found it difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat for the time being. Some powerful disciples ended their battles early.

  Chen Xuan was still quietly paying attention to the battle on the tenth arena, and at the moment when Deng Chao disappeared, Sheng Gang suddenly drew his sword. The speed of this sword had already completely exceeded that of the previous one, and in an instant, the entire arena was filled with sword shadows. If Deng Chao were hiding in the void, he would probably be pierced by this sword as well. Ding ding ding, a series of clashing sounds, Deng Chao was forced out by this sword technique.

  "Chasing the Wind", Sheng Gang let out a low growl, and the sword in his hand transformed into countless flying swords that completely enveloped Deng Chao in front of him. The speed of the flying swords had completely surpassed the wind speed.

  "The Phantom Requiem," the long sword in front of Deng Chao transformed into a series of musical notes, each tone seemingly coming from an ancient mystical realm, striking at people's hearts and souls. The surrounding sword arrays began to disperse, broken open by this phantom requiem.

  "What is this sound?" A thread of evil thought emerged in Sheng Gang's mind, his soul as if summoned, also about to be taken away by this requiem. Calming his heart, Sheng Gang once again withdrew his spirit, clear and refreshed, and once again invoked the Ten Thousand Swords Array Method, charging towards Deng Chao.

  "Want to trap me, desolate and desolate", Deng Chao changed again, the surroundings became desolate, desolate and desolate, matched with the power of the desolate soul melody increased again, the sword energy around him began to dissipate, the desolate sword disappeared after Deng Chao made these two big killing moves, and snuck up on Sheng Gang in front of him;

  "A minor skill like this and you think you can defeat me with just this little trick? I'll show you what a fast sword really is!"

  Sheng Gang had just retrieved his long sword and held it in his hand, his eyes quietly staring at the void. His right hand's sword had already slightly lifted, this was the starting stance. Could it be that Sheng Gang wanted to use the starting stance to defeat Deng Chao? The starting stance was something that anyone who had practiced sword fighting would know, it was the most basic sword fighting technique and also the entry-level sword holding technique. Many people on the stage couldn't understand.

  Chen Xuan's face showed a faint smile, this Sheng Gang was able to practice the starting move to such an extent that he could be considered a genius. Generally, few disciples would go to practice the starting move every day, they would all go to practice some martial skills. But this Sheng Gang had practiced the starting move to the point of being invincible, almost unbeatable. This required great willpower to achieve, within his ten-meter radius, his sword could strike at any moment, this was what was most terrifying.

  He can wield his sword like flowing water and defend like a mountain, with almost no flaws. "How did Sheng achieve this? He seems to be a natural talent in the way of the sword. No wonder Old Lei gave up on learning swordsmanship himself, it's too time-consuming," Chen Xuan thought to himself.

  Just as Sheng Gang was about to put away his long sword and make a gesture, countless ghostly sword shadows appeared in front of, behind, left, and right of him. All the sword shadows were more than ten times faster than Sheng Gang's slash, "Ghostly Hell," a low roar, all the sword shadows attacked Sheng Gang from all sides, almost completely enveloping his entire body, with no place to dodge.

  "Fast Sword", Sheng Gang's long sword moved, yet seemed to have not moved. His long sword struck again in that instant, but before the blink of an eye, it returned to its original position. If you had closed your eyes when Sheng Gang drew his sword, you would definitely not have seen him draw his sword. If you were opening your eyes at the moment you blinked, Sheng Gang's long sword had already been sheathed. Fast, the surrounding dark sword shadows began to disappear. Hiding in the void, Deng Chao spat out a mouthful of blood that fell from mid-air.

  "Your sword is so fast," Deng Chao said, unwilling to give up;

  "Nothing much, I've been practicing quick sword techniques, so it's just fast," Sheng Gang gave a non-answer answer.

  "Do you want to continue fighting?" Sheng Gang asked Deng Chao;

  "I lost, your quick sword I couldn't break through at all," Deng Chao said with a disheartened tone.

  "Your Netherworld Swordsmanship isn't bad, it's just that your strength is still insufficient, and you haven't brought out its true power," Sheng Gang said.

  "Don't worry, although I lost to you today, I won't give up. Sooner or later, I'll make a comeback," Deng Chao said as he jumped out of the arena.

  "I'm afraid that after today, the gap between your strength and mine will only continue to grow," Sheng Gang muttered to himself after Deng Chao left.

  The third round of the competition has also ended, and the fourth round is about to begin. The disciples on stage are being treated by special personnel for their injuries, which are quickly recovering.

  The fourth round of fighting sounded again, and more than a hundred arenas began a new round of eliminations. Almost every moment, someone was eliminated. The fourth round of competition didn't have any particularly eye-catching places, all were peak spiritual martial arts disciples. The battles were extremely fierce, with people getting injured and bleeding at all times. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, half of the people were sent out, directly eliminated.

  Half a time period passed quickly, and the outcome was basically decided. Some were directly carried away, still in a daze at the end, all injured during the fight. Some were knocked out directly. Chen Xuan stood up from the ground, next should be his turn, tidying up his clothes waiting for the host's call.

  After the battlefield was cleaned up, the middle-aged man on the high platform stood out again. "Number 500, Number 1 Arena; Number 1000, Number 1 Arena." The middle-aged man directly reported Chen Xuan's number. With a whooshing sound, Chen Xuan floated down and landed elegantly on Arena No. 1. Some female disciples' eyes gleamed with blue light. "This young man's movement is too elegant, so handsome!"

  Some girls let out screams of surprise.

  "Selling out! Some of the male disciples shouted, 'Who is this kid? Does he think his skills are superior?' Some of the male disciples said resentfully."

  "You don't know, do you? This kid is actually a disciple of Lian Shanfeng, who has been very popular recently. He's only been in the sect for more than two months and has already offended several senior brothers from other mountain peaks. He's extremely arrogant and even slapped Zhu Shaogang, his own mountain peak's elder," said one of the disciples.

  "This kid is really asking for trouble, new disciples are usually very obedient, but he comes and offends so many people, isn't he afraid of stirring up public anger in the future?"

  "It's unknown how he did it, but this kid's power has increased terrifyingly, reaching the middle stage of Spiritual Martial Arts in just two months;"

  They didn't know yet that Chen Xuan had already reached the peak of Lingwu, if they knew, they would be even more surprised.

  Chen Xuan ignored the crowd's chatter and directly descended onto the first arena, instantly rendering the outside noise completely inaudible. It turned out that this light curtain had a soundproofing effect, possibly to prevent interference between battles on different arenas. At least it made this arena an independent space, but outsiders could still hear sounds from inside. Chen Xuan didn't understand much about these array formations even now. Just as he landed, another disciple arrived at the arena. Chen Xuan took a glance and thought he didn't recognize this person, having never seen him before. He clasped his fists together in a gesture of respect towards the opponent.

  "You're Chen Xuan, I've been hearing all about you since I got back from my trip. You even made a bet with Luoyun Fei, but just because he's the senior brother of Tongtian Peak doesn't mean I'm afraid of him. Not every peak's senior brother is the strongest. You won't have the chance to fight Luoyun Fei now, today I'll thoroughly defeat you. Don't think that just because you've gained some strength, you can go around provoking people everywhere. I'll let you know what true Half-Step True Martial Arts looks like."

  "Huh," Chen Xuan was taken aback, he didn't seem to have offended this person, yet he came over and scolded him, really treating him like a soft persimmon.

  I gave you three points of courtesy, that's the minimum respect I have for you. Since you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being impolite. Chen Xuan had already developed a strong dislike for this person, and his face turned gloomy as well.

  "Then please enlighten me, brother. I am not talented and hope you will spare me." Chen Xuan said gloomily.

  "Let me finish you off, just go back and cultivate honestly," said the man opposite him.

  "The Flying Eagle Sword Technique," a top-grade spiritual artifact. The man opposite him came up with a sword technique that directly stabbed Chen Xuan, who stood still on the spot without any movement, just looking at the long sword stabbing towards him. Some disciples on the high platform laughed, "This kid won't be scared stupid, standing still on the spot," waiting for the sword to pierce through him?

  Some big shots sitting on the high seats also had faces full of surprise, "What's wrong with this kid, have you given up even resisting?" Only the master of the door, Shi Zhongshan, and the master of Lian Shanfeng still had a faint smile on their faces.

  In this section of the Grand Competition, I still want to say a sentence that may be a bit longer. It's not something that can be written in just ten or eight chapters. I want to present to everyone a real competition, rather than having the protagonist win the championship in a muddled and unclear way. Some parts may seem a bit tedious because of the lack of the protagonist's appearance, which might make many people not want to read it. However, that's not true. Since it's a Grand Competition, it shouldn't be just about the protagonist; others should also have their moment to shine. I initially plan to end this section in 20 chapters. Please bear with me and keep reading.