Thirteen Swords of Tianhai

Are you serious?

Kong Feichen found it hard to accept, his brows furrowed.

"Um."

Yang Jing nodded slightly, but did not give a reason.

"You are no match for me."

"That's true under normal circumstances, but it's not necessarily the case if I use the Two Parts Divine Technique."

Is it necessary?

Faced with Kong Feichen's questioning, Yang Jing did not answer. The former clenched his fists in anger, but eventually calmed down.

"I see."

After saying this, Kong Feichen raised his hand, admitting defeat.

The audience erupted in uproar.

The referee from the Vermillion Cinnabar Academy immediately went up to the stage to find out what other reasons were involved, but Kong Feichen only said that he didn't want to fight anymore.

Although the referee knew there must be some hidden reason, the fact that a student would admit defeat, especially in such an important occasion as the semi-finals, still put the referee in a difficult position.

He couldn't help but look at the True Person Scarlet Robe.

We still need this boss to make the decisions.

"May I ask why you conceded defeat?"

The red-robed master sat in his seat, his expression calm, but his tone carried a weight that was different from when he had questioned Chen Mo and Bai Xiangyu earlier.

"If she goes all out, my chances of winning are not high. If we both get injured, wouldn't it just benefit someone else in the final?"

Faced with the Golden Core True Person's question, Kong Feichen met his gaze directly and frankly stated his reasons.

"In that case, so be it."

If it were his own descendant or disciple, the True Person Scarlet Robe would certainly have reprimanded him, but since it was an unimportant disciple, after asking a question, he was too lazy to delve into it and simply nodded to signal the referee to announce it.

"Since Kong Feichen forfeited, the winner is Yang Jing."

As soon as the result was announced, hundreds of spectators around the peak arena began to discuss it, with almost 99% of them not believing the reason given by Kong Feichen.

"Could it be because of love?"

"These two are from the same high school and both have Mutated Spiritual Root, so they may have been deeply in love for a long time."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to enter Four Great Dao Academies. It could change your destiny. To give it up for a woman would be foolish!"

Many people were disappointed in Kong Feichen, but among the young students, quite a few held a sense of admiration for him, believing that he might have given up the competition because of love.

"Old Chen, if you were in Kong Feichen's position right now, and your opponent was Qing Nü, what would you do?"

Lu Hongsheng suddenly couldn't help but turn around and ask a question.

"We will fight with all our might to win!"

Chen Mobai, without any hesitation, spoke his mind.

Entering Four Great Dao Academies is a chance to rise to the top in one step.

Moreover, he and Qing Nü are just ordinary friends; they haven't reached that level yet.

Besides, there's plenty of time for romantic feelings in the future.

If one can successfully Foundation Establishment, one will have over two hundred years to pursue a Daoist partner and procreate. If one is fortunate enough to Core Formation or even Nascent Formation, then needless to say, one's lifespan will exceed a thousand years.

Chen Mobai's dream is still to achieve immortality and take charge of the Immortal Sect Three Great Halls.

"I'm starting to suspect that Qing Nü was the one who pursued you?"

Lu Hongsheng heard Chen Mobai's straightforward words and said something with great admiration, which earned him a roll of his eyes from the latter.

I've already said we're just ordinary friends.

After Chen Mobai saw Kong Feichen, Yang Jing, and Qing Nü reunite after stepping off the stage, he wanted to ask what had happened.

Didn't we agree to meet in the finals? Why did you break your promise? Who am I supposed to vent all my fighting spirit on now?

"Please come up to the stage, the two contestants for the next round."

Just then, the referee on the stage called out, and Chen Mobai could only suppress his doubts for the time being.

Yan Feng made a grand entrance as always. With a light tap of his right foot, he seemed to be riding the wind, landing in the very center of the arena amidst cheers from the crowd.

Chen Mobai walked up step by step, deliberately delaying for half a minute.

Once he was in place, Yan Feng frowned slightly. He had been mentally prepared, waiting for his lucky opponent to come up on stage so he could defeat him in one fell swoop and demonstrate his undisputed superior strength in this Spell Duel.

As a result, after watching Chen Mobai walk away slowly for half a minute, half of his emotions immediately dissipated.

Please advise.

After Chen Mobai went on stage, he smiled and bowed to him, and the latter had no choice but to return the bow out of courtesy.

"Start."

After saying that, the referee immediately stepped off the field.

With a whoosh, Yan Feng didn't say a word. Even though the momentum he had been building up for so long had diminished by half, he directly used two fingers of his right hand to form a sword and unleashed a terrifying Finger Sword attack at Chen Mobai.

Chen Mobai's Water Element Shield moved with his will, transforming into a vortex-like wave of light that enveloped the terrifying finger sword that was thrusting towards him.

Spells clash.

With a "bang".

Everyone felt a slight tremor in their eardrums, as if they had heard muffled thunder. They saw that the swirling water that Chen Mobai had created on the arena had not completely dissipated all the power of Yan Feng's Finger Sword.

Chen Mobai had no choice but to summon the Wood Shield Talisman again.

However, the cyan wooden shield only blocked for a second before shattering. In the end, Chen Mobai reassembled the Water Element Shield, and with the triple defense, he was able to completely block Yan Feng's first Finger Sword.

"Indeed, since we began our Spell Duel, you are the first person to block one of my sword strikes."

Yan Feng withdrew his right hand from his Finger Sword, a look of surprise appearing on his usually cold and stern face.

"If I'm not mistaken, your strength is above this one sword strike. As long as I block this one sword strike, even if you unleash ten, a hundred, or a thousand more sword strikes, their power will never surpass this first one."

As Chen Mobai spoke, a Talisman was already in his fingertips, and six Spiritual Qi Long Arrows shot out like bullets, covering Yan Feng's head, chest, and limbs.

"Hey!"

Yan Feng sneered, raised his right hand Finger Sword, casually slashing at the six Spiritual Qi Long Arrows that were launched at him.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Amidst six explosive sounds, the Green Arrow Talisman was easily shattered by his Finger Sword, turning into Tian Ling and dissipating on the arena.

"You don't need to test me. After I Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer, I switched to cultivating the Thirteen Swords of Tianhai."

"This sword technique starts from the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer. At each level, one can condense a sword qi. I am currently at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer, but I have condensed four sword qi in total."

"What you just parried was my first sword strike. There are three more to come. If you can parry them all, I will concede defeat."

As Yan Feng spoke, he raised his right index and middle fingers again, revealing a Sword Talisman at the tip.

Chen Mobai couldn't tell what kind of Talisman it was. After all, in the previous six rounds, no one had been able to make Yan Feng use a second sword strike, so naturally no one could make him use Talisman. There was no information available.

With a whoosh, the Sword Talisman ignited, and a Dark Radiance appeared at Yan Feng's fingertip, instantly transforming into a hazy sword aura half a meter long and as wide as an arm.

The second sword strike landed!