Lei Qianjun and Ming Chihuo

The Duel between Fire Spirit Young Master Ming Chihuo and Talisman Swordsman Fu Qingming attracted the attention of all the spectators. Lei Qianjun, one of the three geniuses of Canghai Commandery and a genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect, possessed a sword Swordsmanship with Thunderclap force that was truly unpredictable.

As for Fu Qingming, the Talisman Swordsman, he was already a master Swordsmanship. He joined the Talisman Sect with his skills, and his Profound Mysteries Swordsmanship, combined with the aid of strange talisman techniques, made him incredibly enigmatic.

"Make your move. Three moves will suffice to deal with you..." Lei Qianjun stood on the Tournament Platform like a mountain, imposing and unassailable. He stared down at Fu Qingming with an arrogant demeanor, treating all the heroes of the world as nothing.

As a renowned genius of Canghai Commandery, Lei Qianjun's demeanor caused a flash of anger in Fu Qingming's eyes. However, he was aware of Lei Qianjun's reputation and dared not underestimate him. He drew a cyan longsword, raised his fingers, and a talisman suddenly appeared between them, igniting and transforming into a cyan light that adhered to his body. "Since Young Master Lei has asked me to make a move, then I shall accept."

"Divine Speed Talisman, Gale Triple Strike".

With the Fu Qingming talisman empowering him, Fu Qingming darted out at an absurdly fast speed. His sharp Sword Light was almost on par with that of the Soaring Wind Swordsman Chu Lingfeng. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed three sharp Sword Light, whose speed, power, and angle were all as unpredictable as a celestial horse galloping through the Heavenly Steed Soaring Across the Sky.

The speed that burst forth, the three sword strikes that seemed like a stroke of genius, drew gasps from the audience. With just this one move, Fu Qingming's place among the top eight was truly well-deserved.

"Thunderbolt!" The speed Fu Qingming unleashed surprised Lei Qianjun, but he reacted quickly. Lightning suddenly erupted from his body, and he wielded a purple longsword rapidly.

The violent power of Thunderclap, infused into the Sword Light, blocked Fu Qingming's longsword even though it was launched later, and the violent force even knocked Fu Qingming back seven or eight steps.

"Second move!" After Thunderbolt shattered Fu Qingming's attack and even repelled him, Lei Qianjun took the initiative to attack. He transformed into Thunderclap, caught up with Fu Qingming, and thrust his purple longsword, like the stinger of a wasp, "Thunder Stab!"

"Talisman Ghost Terrifies Soul!" Seeing Lei Qianjun in pursuit, Fu Qingming changed in horror. However, he took out another talisman radiating black energy and ignited it. The black energy transformed into the appearance of Vengeful Spirits ghosts and howled.

The Talisman Ghost Terrifies Soul is a type of talismanic technique used by the Talisman Sect. It can inflict a soul-shaking impact on the opponent. Under the influence of this Talisman Ghost Terrifies Soul, even Lei Qianjun's movements slowed down.

Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Fu Qingming advanced instead of retreating. Once he retreated, he would miss this once-in-a-lifetime chance. He bit his thumb, drawing blood, and smeared it on the blue sword. The crimson blood automatically formed Profound Mysteries Runes on the sword.

"Great Vajra Talisman! Vajra Sword!" The cyan longsword suddenly erupted with a golden, hard light, slashing towards Lei Qianjun. This sword strike possessed immense power, surpassing ordinary Spell attacks.

"Thunderlight Bodyguard!" Even though he was slightly distracted by the attack of the Talisman Ghost Terrifies Soul, Lei Qianjun reacted quickly, and a burst of violent Thunderclap suddenly erupted from his body to protect himself.

The Vajra Sword struck the lightning, but could not penetrate even slightly. In fact, the violent Lightning spread to Fu Qingming's palm, turning it into a charred black.

A hand, a hand crackling with Lightning, pierced through the lightning shield and reached out to grab Fu Qingming. Its speed was incredible; it aimed for Fu Qingming's neck. Using the lightning shield to block Fu Qingming's attack, Lei Qianjun his hand, which seized Fu Qingming's neck. Fu Qingming's body transformed into a talisman and vanished.

"This is!? Puppet Clone Talisman!?" Lei Qianjun frowned slightly as he watched the Fu Qingming body turn into a talisman and disappear.

"Vajra Sword Technique!" However, at this moment, another deep and heavy golden Sword Light appeared behind Lei Qianjun. The golden Sword Light stood firmly on the lightning shield, and lightning sparked everywhere.

The golden Sword Light shattered the lightning shield and struck Lei Qianjun, leaving a sword wound on his body.

Boom!

Seeing that he was actually injured, Lei Qianjun's eyes erupted with rage. The lightning shield on his body suddenly exploded, and the powerful shockwave Fu Qingming flying back, his face pale, clearly seriously injured.

"Thunder Control Sword Art!" Almost simultaneously, Lei Qianjun's purple longsword transformed into a bolt of lightning, soaring into the sky. The violent power of the Thunderclap slammed into the sword, causing his purple longsword to unleash an even more terrifying power. With the help of the Thunderclap in the sky, the purple longsword locked onto Fu Qingming.

"I surrender!" Fu Qingming hurriedly shouted, sensing the powerful aura locking onto him and knowing that he absolutely could not withstand Lei Qianjun's signature move.

When he fought Lei Qianjun, Fu Qingming didn't expect to win. His goal was simply to spar with a master and accumulate combat experience. Fu Qingming was already satisfied with these few exchanges.

Lei Qianjun frowned slightly in displeasure, but since his opponent had conceded defeat, he had no intention of continuing the attack. The purple longsword flew back into his hand, and looking at Fu Qingming, he said, "You're quite good. I defeated you in three moves, and you can even injure me."

"Fu Qingming is incredibly strong," the spectators below the stage were also discussing.

Lei Qianjun possessed unparalleled Swordsmanship, combined with the raging power of Thunderclap. His offensive style was evident in the lightning flashes and fierce aura emanating from him on the Tournament Platform, which was already deeply shocking. Yet, Fu Qingming was able to withstand so many moves, even injuring Lei Qianjun, and only conceded defeat under Lei Qianjun's Thunder Control Sword Art. This demonstrated his strength. Along the way, no one had been able to withstand three moves from Lei Qianjun, let alone injure him.

"Alright, the third winner of the Top Eight Battle is Lei Qianjun of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Now, let's begin the fourth match. I believe everyone knows the numbers: Ming Chihuo, the Fire Spirit Young Master of the Fire Worship Cult, versus Zhao Qianjin Mad Demon Axe."

Another one of the three geniuses, Fire Spirit Young Master Ming Chihuo, made Zhuge Xiang wary. Just now, Lei Qianjun's domineering and overwhelming strength had put even Zhuge Xiang under some pressure. And then there was Cold Wolf Leng Ningxiang's Wolf King Possession. Now, what kind of methods did Ming Chihuo have? Zhuge Xiang was also very curious.

Thump!

Zhao Qianjin stepped onto the stage, slamming his massive broad Battleaxe into the ground with a loud bang. The force was so great that it even shook the Tournament Platform.

Mad Demon Axe, his strength rivals that of Lei Qianjun, follows the path of overwhelming force with sheer power. His One Hundred and Eight Mad Demon Axes have even killed Cultivator at the Spell Control Stage. No one dares to underestimate his strength.

With a light touch of his toes, Ming Chihuo glided through the air. A crimson Flame would always appear beneath his feet at the right time. Just like taking a leisurely stroll, Ming Chihuo waved a Red-Gold Folding Fan and slowly walked onto the Tournament Platform. His precise control over the Flame amazed Human Heart watching. He was indeed a man born into the Fire Worship Cult, possessing the extraordinary ability to control Flame.

"Hmph, showing off," Zhao Qianjin sneered at the Fire Spirit Young Master Ming Chihuo's dashing entrance and elegant demeanor, feigning disdain. However, everyone present could hear the strong sourness in his voice.

"Go, Fire Spirit Young Master!"

Below the Tournament Platform, a group of bold and unrestrained female Cultivator cheered. If Leng Ningxiang was very popular among the men of Canghai Commandery, then Fire Spirit Young Master was just as popular among the women of Canghai Commandery. The cheers and Leng Ningxiang from the female Cultivator made many men present feel a little jealous.

After all, a man who is handsome, charming, and incredibly strong is the perfect man in the eyes of most women, so it's normal for him to be popular.

"Take this, Mad Demon Axe!" Feeling jealous, Zhao Qianjin couldn't help but strike first as the Heavenly Sword Sect disciple announced the start. The huge Mad Demon Axe, accompanied by a whistling sound, slashed fiercely towards Ming Chihuo.

With light footsteps, as if taking a leisurely stroll, Ming Chihuo gracefully dodged Zhao Qianjin's attack. He closed his folding fan and lightly tapped it at Zhao Qianjin. Immediately, countless Flame burst forth from the ground beneath Zhao Qianjin's feet. The crimson Flame, filled with scorching heat, enveloped him.

"He easily set up this cage of Flame. His precise control over Flame even surpasses Lei Qianjun's control over Lightning," Zhuge Xiang to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Legend has it that it was born with the extraordinary ability to control Flame, and could cast fire Spell as soon as it entered the Deity Transformation stage. This Ming Chihuo's control over Flame is truly astonishing.

Seeing that he was surrounded by scorching and terrifying Flame, Zhao Qianjin dared not move for a moment. However, taking advantage of the fact that the Flame blocked his vision, Ming Chihuo appeared in front of him, holding a folded Red-Gold Folding Fan and gently pointing it out.

There was no violent aura, nor any towering Flame. This point, seemingly without any force, passed directly through the cage of Flame and struck Zhao Qianjin's chest.

The Flame cage vanished, Ming Chihuo turned and left, opening his folding fan and gently waving it. A warm smile graced his face. He had just made his move and had just stopped, his movements as unrestrained and free as a scholar's wild calligraphy.

Seeing that Ming Chihuo had his back to him, Zhao Qianjin's face hardened, and he raised his large Battleaxe high and leaped towards Ming Chihuo.

"Young Master Ming, be careful!" Many female Cultivator among the spectators exclaimed in alarm as they saw Zhao Qianjin launch an attack from behind.

Ah!

However, at that moment, Zhao Qianjin screamed, his mouth opened wide, and scorching red Flame spewed from his mouth. He then collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious. Clearly, the Ming Chihuo that had been lit on his chest was not just for fun; it had secretly planted the scorching Flame into his body without him even realizing it.

The female disciples, who had been exclaiming in surprise, were slightly taken aback by the rapidly changing outcome, and then screamed even more wildly, letting out shrill cheers.

"Alright, the Top Eight Battle has now concluded. The four who have advanced to the top four are Lei Qianjun, Ming Chihuo, Leng Ningxiang, and Zhuge Xiang..." (To be continued.)