Martial Competition, Our Level Gap is Truly Too Great

The sky was tightly shrouded by heavy, dark clouds, casting a dim and oppressive gloom, as if rain was imminent.

At the Demon Suppression Bureau's headquarters, an open-air training ground.

It was already past noon, and several officers in dark uniforms were sparring within the grounds, attracting the attention of about a dozen colleagues who had stopped to watch nearby.

The Demon Suppression Bureau never prohibited its members from private fights.

As long as no lives were lost and it was guaranteed that future missions wouldn't be affected by the outcome, they could do as they pleased.

Consequently, this training ground was almost always occupied, either by people practicing martial arts or by those coming to spectate and enjoy the drama, making it the liveliest place in the Demon Suppression Bureau headquarters, second only to the External Affairs Hall.

When Gu Cheng and Chen Fengyi walked into the training ground, they immediately drew the attention of the onlookers.

Even the officers who were sparring temporarily halted their matches, quickly clearing the area and moving to the side to watch with great interest.

"Hey, hey, hey, that guy with the silver-white hair, isn't he the successor of Famous Sword Villa?"

"I know him! His name is Chen Fengyi, a newcomer specially recruited this year, ranked fourth in the final assessment."

A well-informed officer whispered, revealing:

"I heard that kid is a renowned genius from Famous Sword Villa. He's been meticulously groomed by his family since childhood, and at a young age, his cultivation broke through to the Seventh Level of Mortal Transformation.

His family's Sword Control Technique is practiced to perfection, allowing him to even multitask, controlling two magic swords simultaneously.

With the power of their magic swords from Famous Sword Villa, even Innate Grandmasters of slightly lesser strength would likely have to avoid his sharp edge!

"Ah? Is he that powerful?" Several onlookers couldn't help but glance over upon hearing this.

"But if Chen Fengyi's strength is so formidable, why is he only ranked fourth?"

"Are you stupid? The assessment results this time were calculated based on the merits obtained during missions; there are too many uncontrollable factors.

As long as you're lucky enough to stumble upon an Innate Realm Dragon Turtle, even if your strength isn't great, you can still become the top rookie, right?"

At this, the officers burst into laughter.

At the same time, their curiosity about the identity of the young man in the dark uniform standing in the center of the field, daring to spar with Chen Fengyi, grew even more intense.

Near these onlookers, Tang Lingyu and Young Monk Huiguang were also stopped here to watch.

Just then, a small, white figure quietly flew over and landed on Huiguang's head.

It was none other than the little bird demon servant remotely controlled by Venerable Ling Que.

"Oh ho? Is a fight about to break out? These young people nowadays really love to fight and compete..."

The little white bird glanced at the two figures facing each other in the center of the field, its tone quite excited.

"Lingyu, Huiguang, who do you think will win between these two?"

"This... this monk doesn't know either."

The young monk clasped his hands together and respectfully said to Venerable Ling Que above his head:

"This monk had the good fortune to spar with that Benefactor Chen three days ago. His Purple-Green Twin Swords possess incredible power, and even with my physical defense, I found it extremely difficult to defend."

"I haven't seen Chief Gu make a move, but since he dared to accept the challenge and voluntarily increase the stakes, he must have some confidence, right? It's truly hard to say who will emerge victorious..."

"Gu Cheng will definitely win." Tang Lingyu's answer was very decisive.

"Oh? You have that much faith in his strength?"

Venerable Ling Que glanced at Tang Lingyu with a half-smile.

Perhaps finding the young monk's bald head too slippery, it flapped its wings and flew back to the short-haired woman's head.

"No, I believe in my intuition."

Tang Lingyu pursed her lips but didn't stop the mischievous little white bird, softly explaining:

"My master always warned me: 'Pride precedes a fall, and underestimating the enemy leads to destruction.'

That Chen Fengyi is too arrogant and stubborn, mistakenly believing Gu Cheng to be a lucky individual undeserving of his position. He will definitely suffer a great loss."

"Is that so..."

Venerable Ling Que nodded slightly, turning its gaze towards the training ground.

Two pitch-black Armory Secret Tokens lay quietly on a high platform near the training ground as the prize.

Chen Fengyi stood firm in the center of the field. He glanced at Chu Yuntian, who was waiting outside the field, then looked at the young man in the dark uniform opposite him, raising his chin with arrogance:

"Shall we... start quickly? After dealing with you, I still need to handle that傻大个 (big傻 guy)."

"Alright, then you go first."

Gu Cheng nodded slightly, saying calmly:

"I am very curious about the Sword Control Technique of your Famous Sword Villa. If I were to make the first move, you might not get the chance to display it."

"Hmph! Sharp tongue..."

The silver-haired youth's expression suddenly turned grim. He, who had always been arrogant, was encountering someone even more presumptuous than himself for the first time.

"I hope your skills are as tough as your words!"

Swish—

Chen Fengyi flicked his sleeve.

A green magic sword, about three feet long, suddenly flew out from his sleeve and hovered silently in mid-air.

A soft, precious light coiled around the sword's tip, emitting a formidable sword aura. It was clearly no ordinary item.

Chen Fengyi formed a hand seal with one hand, executing a sword technique.

The green magic sword split into two, then into four... instantly transforming into over thirty sword shadows, their sharp tips pointed directly at the young man in the black shirt.

Then, like a sudden storm, they shot towards the presumptuous enemy at extreme speed!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The sword shadows pierced the air, emitting a grating, teeth-aching shriek!

The sword aura that leaked from the sharp killing moves caused the black-shirted officers watching from afar to gasp for breath!

The distance of less than fifty feet was covered in an instant.

Facing the terrifying rain of swords attacking at speed.

Gu Cheng remained unfazed. His figure flickered, suddenly transforming into streaks of afterimages.

His ghostly, nimble footwork managed to dodge all the incoming sword shadows. He appeared to be doing this with ease, not even using his full strength!

"Hmph, you're quite quick to dodge..."

Chen Fengyi narrowed his eyes slightly. The strength of this Chief Gu was a bit beyond his expectations.

However, he thought, this impressive footwork alone was far from enough to defeat his Sword Control Technique!

The silver-haired youth formed a sword technique with one hand.

The green sword shadows that Gu Cheng had dodged immediately changed direction, emitting a piercing shriek as they attacked their target once more.

Gu Cheng followed suit, continuing to use Fox Shadow Traces to deal with them.

Just as he was transforming into streaks of afterimages, dodging the sky full of sword rain with his ghostly footwork.

A movement suddenly occurred beneath his feet...

Puff—

Soil flew, and broken stones scattered.

A slender magic sword, shimmering with a faint purple glow, suddenly broke through the earth!

At a speed several times faster than the green magic sword, it fiercely stabbed towards Gu Cheng's back!

This surprise killing move was timed perfectly.

Gu Cheng was focused on dodging the sky full of sword shadows from the green magic sword and had no time to pay attention to this purple magic sword that had entered the fray!

"Hmph! To make me unleash both my swords, you're not entirely useless, kid!"

"It's a shame... the gap in our levels is just too great."

Seeing the young man in the black shirt about to be hit by the purple magic sword.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Fengyi's eyes.

They were in the same team, so why was his sister severely injured while this kid managed to become Chief by picking up scraps?

There had to be something fishy going on!

The more Chen Fengyi thought about it, the more indignant he became. He immediately formed a sword technique, intending to cripple Gu Cheng's hand and vent his anger on behalf of his sister.

However, in that split second.

A slender palm shot out like lightning.

It firmly grasped the attacking purple magic sword in its palm.

No matter how its owner tried to control it, it couldn't move an inch!