The Final Showdown Erupts in Full
The duel between Jun Wuya and Qi Feng was a true visual feast.
Although Qi Feng was defeated.
But Qi Feng is by no means weak.
It's simply because Jun Wuya, their opponent, is too strong.
Especially that supreme Literary Dao technique, summoning the Literary Saint Phantom, was simply breathtaking.
A look of shock flashed across the eyes of the Great Yan Emperor.
"This child is extraordinary; the outcome of the final battle is almost a foregone conclusion."
The Great Yan Emperor believed that Jun Wuya would ultimately emerge victorious in this year's ranking battle.
As for his opponent, Ling Xiaoxiao.
Although it is strong.
But ultimately, it couldn't compare to the strength displayed by Jun Wuya.
Even if we take a step back and say...
Judging solely from cultivation level.
Ling Xiaoxiao is only at the Spirit Martial Seventh Stage; how could she possibly defeat someone at the Spirit Martial Eighth Stage Peak?
The subsequent duels paled in comparison to the one between Jun Wuya and Qi Feng.
Now.
Everyone is eagerly anticipating the final showdown.
Both sides in the competition have already adjusted and recovered.
At this moment, everyone is at full combat strength.
The elderly referee announced in a loud voice, "Now, the final duel begins: Ling Xiaoxiao Vermilion Bird Peak versus Jun Wuya of Verdant Peak."
The elderly referee finished speaking.
Leave the fighting arena.
After Jun Wuya and Ling Xiaoxiao appeared on the stage, a layer of light surged around them, reinforcing the isolation barrier of the martial arts arena.
"Junior Sister Ling, it's been a long time."
Jun Wuya cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said something politely.
I will tear you to pieces!
Ling Xiaoxiao's voice was cold, and a stubborn look appeared in her eyes.
She had overheard the entire conversation between the sect leader and Jun Wuya.
A stubborn, unyielding spirit quietly rose within me.
From beginning to end.
The young sect leader didn't offer her a single word of encouragement.
On the contrary, they seemed to have a high opinion of Jun Wuya.
Does the sect leader not believe he can defeat Jun Wuya?
The more this is the case.
She was determined to prove to the sect leader that she would represent Vermilion Bird Peak and defeat Jun Wuya.
We won first place.
"Junior sister, the world is so beautiful, why be so irritable? You'd be better off reading more books and cultivating your character."
Jun Wuya's face remained indifferent.
He had observed it.
This Junior Sister Ling's cultivation level is only at the Spirit Martial Seventh Stage, but because she possesses the White Wolf Physique, her physical strength is very strong.
But.
That's all.
The only thing that would earn his admiration was its berserk state.
A bloodthirsty glint will rise in their eyes.
Jun Wuya has already figured out his opponent in this decisive battle.
With such skill alone, even facing Qi Feng's exquisite swordsmanship, the odds would be against him.
He was no match for Jun Wuya.
So.
This decisive battle is largely a foregone conclusion.
"Too much nonsense."
Ling Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and launched the first attack.
She was extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between Jun Wuya.
The sharp claws seemed poised to tear the opponent's flesh apart.
However, at this moment...
The sound of reading aloud filled the air.
Ling Xiaoxiao's sharp claws seemed to be restrained by an invisible force.
Her expression changed slightly.
The force increased.
However, they still couldn't break free from this invisible force.
Jun Wuya, however, showed no mercy.
He doesn't need to be number one in this ranking battle.
But he couldn't refuse to become the sect leader's personal disciple.
That is not just supreme glory.
There are countless possibilities.
Perhaps with the sect leader's complete instruction...
He Jun Wuya.
He will be the next literary sage!
He kept reciting the text aloud.
The force restraining Ling Xiaoxiao grew stronger and stronger.
At the same time.
He calmly unleashed a palm strike.
The outcome is decided as long as the opponent is hit.
However.
At this critical moment.
A crimson tinge reappeared in Ling Xiaoxiao's starry eyes across from her.
Boom!
The restraining force of Wen Literary Dao suddenly shattered.
Ling Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, her killing intent palpable.
They were about to launch another attack on Jun Wuya.
A young girl's thoughts are simple.
She only wanted to tear her opponent to pieces.
Jun Wuya, however, felt a rare sense of pressure.
"Junior sister, you are very strong. I can feel it now. Even Qi Feng is probably no match for you."
Qi Feng, sitting in the audience, frowned and said, "You can't just put one down to praise another!"
At the same time.
The exciting battle on the fighting stage also caused a stir among the disciples watching.
"Senior Sister Ling is too strong! She shows no signs of weakness in a battle against a opponent of a higher level!"
"Indeed, Senior Sister Ling's every move is like a deadly weapon."
"Alas, what a pity... Her opponent was Senior Brother Jun; the outcome of this battle was already predetermined."
On the fighting stage.
Jun Wuya smiled calmly, "Junior sister, although you are very strong, your senior brother would never give up this opportunity, so... you shall stop here!"
As soon as he finished speaking...
Jun Wuya's aura surged once more.
The scrolls in the basket on his back rose into the air.
It was flipping over frantically.
Behind him.
A phantom Literary Saint Phantom appeared.
He originally thought he wouldn't need to use this trump card to deal with Ling Xiaoxiao.
However.
The pressure from the other party was indeed quite significant.
It was a last resort.
After the Literary Saint Phantom appeared, an indescribable and immense pressure descended upon them.
Ling Xiaoxiao was immediately rendered immobile.
Jun Wuya was also suffering.
This move is powerful.
However, given his current cultivation level and Divine Power, maintaining this state would be extremely difficult.
They endured immense pressure every moment.
But that's enough.
That's enough for him to win.
The Literary Saint Phantom reached out and grabbed at Ling Xiaoxiao's delicate body.
The other party had no energy left to dodge.
Off the field.
Countless people who witnessed this scene held their breath.
He was held in the palm of the Literary Saint Phantom.
Ling Xiaoxiao's heart also began to pound.
At this moment, no one could know the immense pressure she was under.
If she is mentally confused at this moment.
Then the whole game is lost.
But we can keep going like this.
She will also lose, and she will be seriously injured.
Even irreversible injuries.
Even Jun Wuya seemed to find it hard to stand by and watch.
"Junior sister, don't push yourself too hard. This is just a competition; there's no need for a fight to the death..."
Ling Xiaoxiao held on for every extra moment.
This is also a test of Jun Wuya's Divine Power.
Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao enduring such pain so stubbornly, Chen Ning, watching from afar, couldn't bear it either.
Although she was an undercover agent.
But having no past grievances or recent grudges, they could only watch helplessly as a young girl in the prime of her life perished.
He couldn't bear it either.
Thinking of this.
Chen Ning relayed his message, saying, "Referee Han, in my opinion, we can announce the result now."
The elderly referee beside the fighting arena immediately understood the sect leader's meaning, cupped his hands in greeting, and prepared to make the announcement.
But at that moment...
Ling Xiaoxiao, who was on the verge of giving up, heard Chen Ning's voice.
The crimson color in his starry eyes grew even more intense.
"So... in your eyes, you never believed I would win..."
"Then... I'll show you how I win!"
That indomitable fighting spirit was ignited.
There was no longer a trace of emotion in Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes.
Completely filled with blood.
At this moment, her white hair was flying wildly, and a tremendous power burst forth from her.
Then.
To everyone's astonishment.
To everyone's astonishment, the invincible Literary Saint Phantom was torn to shreds by Ling Xiaoxiao.