Final Round

The second match: Su Yu versus Chu Feng!

As the referee announced, two figures stepped onto the arena one after another.

Chu Feng wore a black fitted outfit, and the scar on his face was particularly striking in the sunlight.

He cupped his fist in greeting, his voice deep and powerful: "Brother Su's strength is extraordinary, and I am ashamed to admit I am not his equal. But in the way of the Martial Artist, how can one retreat without a fight?"

Su Yu nodded slightly, his green robe fluttering in the wind: "Brother Chu, please."

"How about one move to decide the victor?"

Chu Feng suddenly proposed, his right hand already on the hilt of his saber.

He knew very well that he had personally witnessed Su Yu completely defeat Lin Mo yesterday, so his chances of winning were slim.

But a Chu Family man would rather lose standing than surrender kneeling.

Su Yu lightly raised his sword finger, and the Azure Edge Sword was slowly drawn from its sheath.

The sword's edge glinted with a cold, sharp light in the morning sun.

In an instant, the two attacked simultaneously!

Three Thunderclap Forms: Thunder Moves the Nine Heavens!

Chu Feng slashed down with his long saber, which was entwined with dazzling lightning, like heavenly punishment descending upon the world.

The violent saber energy lifted all the bluestones on the arena, and the air was filled with a scorching scent.

Su Yu's expression remained unchanged as he gently spun his sword.

Nine cloud patterns appeared out of thin air, weaving into a mystical pattern before him.

Cloud Scatter!

The cloud patterns suddenly exploded, transforming into a sky full of sword qi.

Although the sword qi appeared as soft as wisps of cloud, it erupted violently upon contact with the lightning.

The moment the two forces collided, a blinding white light enveloped the entire arena.

Boom--

As waves of energy surged, Chu Feng retreated more than ten steps, finally kneeling on one knee.

The skin on the back of his hand split, and his saber was deeply embedded in the ground, barely allowing him to stabilize himself.

When he looked up, Su Yu's sword tip was already three inches from his throat.

"I concede."

Su Yu sheathed his sword and reached out to help Chu Feng up.

Chu Feng shook his head with a wry smile: "Brother Su's swordsmanship is profound; I am truly convinced."

He patted the dust off his clothes and leaped off the arena with nonchalance.

The victor: Su Yu!

In the stands, the Chu Family elder nodded slightly.

Though defeated, he brought honor; Chu Feng's performance had brought enough face to the family.

The Su Family seats, however, erupted in cheers, and Su Mei excitedly waved her handkerchief.

After half an hour of recuperation, both Su Yu and Lin Tian had returned to their peak condition.

The final match: Su Yu versus Lin Tian!

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire training ground instantly boiled over.

Cheers and discussions rose and fell, with all eyes focused on the arena.

This highly anticipated duel had finally arrived, and the grievances between the two would be settled today.

In the Su Family seats, Su Yun sat with his back perfectly straight.

Although his expression was calm, his slightly constricted pupils betrayed his inner tension.

Su Mei clenched her fists, staring intently at the arena, her lips trembling as she silently prayed.

Su Yan, despite being wrapped in bandages, had a burning belief in his eyes: "Brother Yu will definitely win!"

In the Lin Family seats, a sickly flush appeared on Lin Xuan's pale face.

He tightly gripped the armrests of his seat, the scene of Su Yu defeating him constantly replaying in his mind. Then, he imagined his elder brother stepping on Su Yu later, and a twisted, ferocious smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

"Brother, you must make him wish he were dead..."

Lin Xuan murmured softly.

Discussions erupted from the audience:

"In my opinion, Lin Tian has a better chance of winning."

A burly man with a beard slapped his knee.

"After all, there's a two-level difference in cultivation; that's a real gap."

The young man who looked like a scholar beside him shook his head, "Not necessarily. Su Yu's swordsmanship mastery is likely something even a typical Qi Refining Level 9 would struggle to reach."

"Don't forget," a masked woman interjected.

"Lin Tian hasn't revealed his true strength yet. I heard he's been cultivating in the Lin Family's Forbidden Ground..."

"Heh, as if Su Yu has shown all his trump cards."

The elder in the front row sneered.

"That kid hasn't even faltered in his breathing from start to finish. Do you really think that's his limit?"

"This time, I will make you kneel before me!"

Lin Tian's eyes flashed with cold light, and the long sword in his hand emitted a chilling blue glow.

Su Yu's face was like frost, and a violent storm of Sword Intent suddenly surged around him. "The Chu Family's grievances with you will be settled today!"

In an instant, Su Yu's aura soared, his Qi Refining Level 8 cultivation revealed in its entirety.

Even more astonishing was that the swirling Sword Intent around him was more than twice as powerful as it was yesterday, its sharp Sword Qi carving deep cracks into the arena floor.

Lin Tian's pupils constricted slightly, and the contempt on his face subsided a little, but he immediately sneered again, "Qi Refining Level 8? Before me, you are still..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Yu's figure blurred!

Swift as Wind, Fast as Lightning!

A blue afterimage streaked past, so fast that even the air seemed to explode.

Lin Tian hastily managed to cross his sword to block. Before he could fully unleash his Spirit Snake Dances Wildly sword technique, he was struck by an immense force.

As the shockwave erupted, Lin Tian retreated seven steps, each one leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the bluestone ground.

Su Yu, however, stood firm as a rock, his sword tip pointed directly at Lin Tian's throat.

"This...!" The audience erupted instantly.

No one had expected that in the first exchange, Su Yu, with his Qi Refining Level 8 cultivation, would suppress Lin Tian!

Su Mei's tightly clenched hands relaxed slightly, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

Lin Xuan, on the other hand, turned deathly pale and shook his head in disbelief, "Impossible... this is impossible..."

"You're courting death!"

Lin Tian's handsome face contorted, and a sense of humiliation he had never felt before sent him into a complete rage.

His Qi Refining Level 9 cultivation erupted, and his blue Sword Intent transformed into a ferocious giant python, lunging at Su Yu with bared fangs.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two exchanged over ten blows in an instant. Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, causing the arena's protective formation to tremble violently.

Each collision ignited dazzling spiritual light, leaving the audience breathless.

Su Yu's Sword Intent was like a net cast across the heavens, sealing off all of Lin Tian's escape routes.

His seemingly light and agile sword moves were, in reality, as heavy as a thousand pounds, making Lin Tian's body shake with every clash.

Lin Tian finally went completely mad, and the Spiritual Power around him surged again.

"I will kill you!"

The pressure of peak Qi Refining Level 9 swept through the entire arena. The phantom of the blue python began to grow a single horn, hinting at a transformation into a flood dragon!

"Heavens! Lin Tian also hid his cultivation!"

"Is this his true strength?"

Exclamations of shock rose from the audience, and everyone held their breath.

The excitement of this duel had far surpassed everyone's expectations!