The Championship Showdown

Chapter 24: The Championship Showdown

Jing Feng faced his first opponent, who was no pushover and had reached the Spiritual Wisdom Realm.

Unfortunately for him, he had run into Jing Feng, who was in the Metamorphosis Realm. Add to that Jing Feng's Overlord Divine Spear, which was unmatched in power. Forget opponents weaker than him—even someone of equal strength would struggle to withstand several rounds of the Overlord Divine Spear's attacks.

The Overlord Divine Spear was mighty and forceful, and its speed was astonishing. Jing Feng needed only five moves to finish the fight, drawing wave after wave of shrieks from the crowd.

Jing Feng had won with ease, taking three points.

Mo Nan also dispatched his opponent with ease and earned three points. He seemed intent on competing with Jing Feng, finishing the fight in five moves as well.

Mo Nan's style was entirely different from Jing Feng's. He followed a graceful, swift, and unpredictable path, one that suited the Qingyang Sect's style perfectly.

Jing Feng, on the other hand, favored a domineering, wild style. He had abandoned the Qingyang Sect's arts and taken up the Overlord Divine Spear he had acquired through an unexpected encounter. It was already showing its power.

Mo Nan and Jing Feng were both leading figures among the Qingyang Sect's younger generation, and the sect's key cultivation prospects.

The Qingyang Sect was more than happy to see them compete with each other.

Truth be told, apart from Mo Nan and Jing Feng, the Qingyang Sect had no one else worth showing off. The other Inner Disciples in the top sixteen were all in the Spiritual Wisdom Realm. They could only be considered average, and outside the sect, they would rank even lower.

Bi Fan gained the most from the Inner Disciple tournament.

Once the matches reached the top sixteen, the contestants were more or less evenly matched. Their battles were fierce, and they brought out every secret move they had, broadening Bi Fan's horizons and teaching him plenty of techniques.

Immersed in these martial techniques and combat experience, Bi Fan's path of cultivation would be much smoother from then on.

Seeing how intently Bi Fan watched the matches, Yu Xiao Feng couldn't help but silently praise him.

So diligent and eager to learn. Perhaps he really could become a great powerhouse one day.

The matches continued round after round, and both Jing Feng and Mo Nan remained undefeated.

As the tournament neared its end, Jing Feng and Mo Nan finally faced each other.

Their match was practically the championship bout. Whoever won this battle would almost certainly take the title.

Jing Feng and Mo Nan stepped onto the platform at the same time. Both had fierce, fighting looks in their eyes.

"Jing Feng! Jing Feng, you've got this!..."

"Mo Nan! Mo Nan! Beat Jing Feng!"

Jing Feng had clearly become a thorn in the male disciples' eyes. They were all rooting for Mo Nan to win.

Jing Feng was simply too charming; there was hardly a female disciple who didn't like him.

In the stands, plenty of couples had broken up because of Jing Feng. Many male disciples hated him so much their teeth ground with resentment.

When the referee announced the start of the match, Jing Feng and Mo Nan were still staring each other down.

"Junior Brother Mo Nan, all those male disciples are cheering for you. You really are quite the charmer!"

Jing Feng's words carried a double meaning. He was anything but innocent.

Mo Nan naturally caught the implication, and his face turned liver-red.

"Qingyang Gentle Wind Sword Art—Willow Swaying in the Breeze!" Mo Nan struck first.

"Overlord Divine Spear—Thunder Strike Art!" Jing Feng launched his own attack.

Mo Nan's attacks seemed light and effortless, but they were incredibly fast and strange, making them hard to defend against.

He not only brought the Qingyang Sect's martial arts to their fullest potential, but also added his own innovations, incorporating an uncanny footwork technique that made them even more powerful.

Jing Feng's Thunder Strike Art was just as fast, and just as fierce.

Mo Nan knew Jing Feng inside and out; he wasn't foolish enough to meet him head-on.

Mo Nan's long sword darted like a spirit serpent, shifting direction again and again to evade Jing Feng's spear and thrust toward his chest.

Jing Feng dared not be careless. He sprang backward and swept his spear across.

A longer weapon had the advantage of reach; a shorter one carried the greater risk.

If Mo Nan got close, Jing Feng would be in for a world of trouble.

Mo Nan easily dodged Jing Feng's spear and swiftly closed in.

The footwork Mo Nan used was strange beyond measure, and clearly wasn't one of the Qingyang Sect's techniques.

Once he brought it into play, his graceful swordsmanship gained an added touch of unpredictability, making it even more fearsome.

Mo Nan kept looking for an opening to get close to Jing Feng.

Jing Feng had no choice but to retreat and widen the distance so he could bring his spear's power to bear.

Right from the start, Mo Nan had seized the upper hand, leaving the spectators below astonished.

Bi Fan watched closely and couldn't help but admire Mo Nan. His footwork in particular was extraordinarily subtle.

Bi Fan compared it with the basic steps of Misty Dance and found Mo Nan's footwork even more refined.

Just watching Mo Nan's footwork brought Bi Fan tremendous gains.

Watching Mo Nan use the Qingyang Gentle Wind Sword Art brought him even greater gains.

He had recently been cultivating the Qingyang Gentle Wind Sword Art, and many things he hadn't understood suddenly became clear.

Jing Feng had been on the back foot the whole time, forced to retreat again and again. At last, his temper flared.

"Overlord Divine Spear—Raging Thunder Blast!"

Jing Feng unleashed a move of overwhelming force. His spear sent out countless flashes of lightning, blanketing the entire platform.

Jing Feng wasn't strong enough yet. If his own strength were sufficient, this move could summon a host of real lightning bolts to strike his enemy.

Even so, Raging Thunder Blast was already incredibly powerful.

Its attack covered the entire platform, leaving Mo Nan nowhere to dodge. He could only take it head-on.

"Boom! Boom..." After several successive clashes, Mo Nan was driven backward.

Jing Feng pressed his advantage, twirling his spear into a blur of blossoms as he closed in step by step, giving Mo Nan no chance to catch his breath.

The attacks came like a violent storm. Bi Fan could no longer make out the moves.

Mo Nan was truly exceptional. He relied on his footwork to dodge, leaving Jing Feng unable to do anything about him for the moment.

But once the Overlord Divine Spear got going, it only grew fiercer and faster.

Mo Nan might be able to dodge for a while, but he certainly couldn't keep it up for long.

On top of that, Jing Feng was stronger than Mo Nan to begin with, and Mo Nan's stamina in a prolonged fight was inferior too.

Given enough time, the difference between them would become obvious.

On the platform, Jing Feng was not only handsome and dashing, but also exuded a domineering aura. No wonder the female disciples were crazy about him.

Bi Fan happened to turn his head and saw Yu Xiao Feng gazing at Jing Feng, her eyes sparkling.

Bi Fan no longer felt as miserable as he had at first. He had thought it through: he didn't truly like Yu Xiao Feng; he merely had a fondness for her.

As for love, the one he liked more was Yu Si Yan. But he didn't dare hope for anything. Being able to share a few romantic dreams with Yu Si Yan was enough to satisfy him.

Bi Fan continued watching the match. Jing Feng had now gained an overwhelming advantage. Mo Nan was being suppressed, his room to move shrinking by the moment. Defeat was close.

Mo Nan and Jing Feng had faced each other on the platform several times before. Jing Feng had come out on top each time, but Mo Nan had never lost heart.

"I concede!" Mo Nan was finally backed into a corner, with no chance to fight back. He conceded without hesitation.

"You let me win." Jing Feng's expression was calm, neither pleased nor upset.

The Inner Disciple tournament soon came to a close, with Jing Feng winning the championship beyond all dispute.

Even the male disciples who resented him couldn't help cheering for him.

Strength was everything. Strength could conquer all—even one's enemies.

Bi Fan had gained a great deal from today's tournament, far more than he had the day before.

While everyone else screamed and cheered, Bi Fan lowered his head, reliving the battle he had just watched and recalling its most brilliant moments.

Bi Fan's memory was so astonishing that he could replay the entire day's tournament in his mind as if watching a film.