"Ah..."
From the stands, Dantai Xiaoxue let out a soft cry. "Master, Junior Brother seems to have only one wooden sword. How is he supposed to fight?"
Thinking of what Wang Xian had said, Dongfang Nishang shook her head. "Don't panic. Let's see how it goes."
The Grand Elder nodded slightly. He really wanted to see how the boy from the Daoist temple would defeat a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator with nothing but his two fists.
The Enforcement Elder sighed inwardly. He's overestimating himself!
Just as everyone cried out in alarm,
Sima Jue's spirit sword slashed down at lightning speed, heading straight for Wang Xian.
Wang Xian's cold face remained utterly expressionless. He merely took several steps backward.
With a ringing clang,
who would have thought that Sima Jue's spirit sword would suddenly accelerate? Moving as fast as lightning, it was already in front of Wang Xian in the blink of an eye.
"Ah..."
A wave of sighs and shrieks immediately rang out from below the platform.
At the critical moment when there was no room to spare, Wang Xian suddenly exerted strength through his feet. Like a meteor chasing the moon,
he narrowly avoided Sima Jue's descending sword. He twisted through the air like a meteor and vanished from in front of Sima Jue...
By the time everyone saw clearly, Wang Xian had already flashed to the edge of the high platform, five zhang behind Sima Jue.
"Master!"
Dantai Xiaoxue cried out in alarm and covered her little mouth with both hands, leaving the rest of her sentence unsaid.
Dongfang Nishang nodded. "That's right. It's exactly what you're thinking. I didn't expect that in such a short time..."
Even she had not expected that the two moves Dongfang Nishang had taught Wang Xian in winter
could already be used against an enemy—and one who was a full major realm above him at that.
"Clang!"
A sword hum echoed across the square, yet it failed to cheer anyone up.
No one had expected that the young man in Daoist robes on the high platform would evade Sima Jue's fatal sword strike with nothing but his bare hands!
This was too bizarre.
Sima Jue's expression changed drastically. Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he did not hesitate for even a moment.
Gripping his spirit sword tightly, he gathered the power of his Golden Core.
The spirit sword immediately shone brilliantly. A beam of light gradually spread across the high platform, brimming with killing intent. Clearly, he had already decided to kill.
He was determined to cut Wang Xian down from the high platform.
Wang Xian, standing at the platform's edge, seemed to be standing before an abyss. He swayed gently in the wind, as though Sima Jue only needed to slash his sword for him to fall.
Just as everyone stared in astonishment,
Wang Xian said, "Again. Don't make me look down on you!"
With a boom,
the prodigies in the square exploded into an uproar.
Everyone thought, Are you stupid or just an idiot? He has a spirit sword, while you have nothing but bare hands.
Or don't you have a sword? Just say the word! There are countless people here who could lend you one!
"Arrogant!"
Sima Jue roared. Like a ferocious beast descending from the mountains, his voice shook the high platform!
In an instant, Sword Qi surged. The spirit sword cleaved through the air like a flood dragon emerging from its abyss. The void within ten zhang of the high platform trembled faintly, and dust flew everywhere.
Within a streak of sword light, the spirit sword seemed to have descended from the edge of the heavens and slashed toward him at breakneck speed.
Wang Xian's expression grew solemn, and a trace of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
Clearly, he was shocked by the might of Sima Jue's sword. Or perhaps this was his first time facing an enemy. After all, the Sima Jue before him was not Bear Two.
When Bear Two sparred and played around with him, he had known when to stop.
But the Sima Jue before him wanted his life at every turn.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
While the prodigies in the square stood dumbfounded, they saw Wang Xian flick his fingers like plum blossoms, tapping lightly in the space between flashes of lightning.
In the eyes of the crowd, the youth on the high platform was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. Every finger he flicked was as sharp as a plum blossom.
Though he held no sword in his hand, he possessed the keen edge of a spirit sword leaving its sheath.
In the blink of an eye, he dispersed Sima Jue's sword strike.
A fierce sword gleam was flicked to pieces in the wind.
Sima Jue was enraged. With his strength, he had thought that his second sword would be enough to sever Wang Xian's head.
He had not expected this fellow's cultivation to have become so strange, nor had he expected his casual finger flicks to be so astonishingly powerful. In an instant, he had dispersed Sima Jue's rainbow-like Sword Qi.
Even so, Sima Jue did not panic.
Instead, the spirit sword condensed another beam of light. Taking advantage of the moment Wang Xian had just withdrawn his hand, he slashed out again!
"Boom!"
Sword Qi descended with the roar of thunder. Centered on the spirit sword in his hand, the enormous shock wave split into three slashes and surged forward!
Whoosh, whoosh!
A whirlwind suddenly swept across the square, and everyone involuntarily took a step back.
In the eyes of the elders in the stands, the prodigy of Phoenix Academy transformed into a flood dragon in that instant.
Everyone's expression changed. They were shocked that a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator could unleash such tremendous power.
Dantai Xiaoxue lightly furrowed her brows.
Grabbing her master's sleeve, she complained, "Is Junior Brother unable to fight?"
Dongfang Nishang nodded and smiled faintly. "Isn't he learning? What are you staring at? How about you go up there instead?"
Dantai Xiaoxue said, "Oh," then shook her head.
She whispered, "This is the first time I've ever seen someone fight for his life while learning how to fight at the same time!"
When Grand Elder Dongfang Feihong heard that, he could not help laughing. "Xiaoxue, aren't you seeing it now?"
The Enforcement Elder shook his head. "Don't celebrate just yet. That fellow looks determined to fight until one of them dies. I'm afraid he won't let the little Daoist off easily."
Dongfang Nishang replied coldly, "You're overthinking it."
Just as everyone's eyes were blinded by a whirlwind,
a bang rang out from the three-zhang-high platform. Immediately afterward, Sima Jue was sent flying by a punch from Wang Xian, nearly tumbling off the platform.
Shocked, Sima Jue shouted hoarsely, "How is that possible? Are you a demon beast?"
The astonished crowd had no idea what had happened.
Suddenly, an unforeseen change occurred. How had Sima Jue, who possessed an absolute advantage, been sent flying by a single punch from the young Daoist?
Even more terrifyingly, during that deathly silence, Sima Jue's spirit sword let out a crisp crack!
Then, under the gazes of more than a thousand people, a thin crack suddenly appeared along the sword's body and gradually spread forward.
In the blink of an eye, the spirit sword let out a mournful cry. Under countless staring eyes, it snapped into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Above and below the platform, complete silence reigned.
At that instant, everyone held their breath.
Only Golden Core cultivators—or rather, only the elders—knew just how terrifying one's strength had to be to shatter an opponent's spirit sword with sheer physical force.
Yet the young man before them had not even drawn a long sword.
With nothing but his bare hands, he had broken Sima Jue's spirit sword. It was terrifying!
"Catch the sword!"
Before the crowd could react, Wang Ruofei waved his hand from the stands. With a whoosh, a spirit sword flew toward the high platform.
Sima Jue caught the sword flying through the wind with his other hand, then threw the broken half in his hand off the platform.
He lowered his head and closed his eyes.
A stream of spiritual energy traveled along the spiritual energy in his hand and plunged straight into his meridians, as though awakening the murderous intent buried deep within his heart.
Unable to restrain himself, he threw back his head and let out a wild howl!
Thus, the hundreds and thousands of cultivators and prodigies in the square sensed the murderous intent radiating from Sima Jue.
Some began watching Wang Xian on the high platform nervously.
Yet Wang Xian, standing there on the high platform, felt a kind of loneliness.
It was not because he faced the mockery or praise of more than a thousand cultivators.
He had the illusion that he had returned to Phoenix Terrace in the Academy.
He had been bound to the Coiling Dragon Pillar, where the father-and-son pair of Enforcement Elders had slashed him nine hundred and ninety-nine times!
At that moment, was the blood he shed ice and snow, or flames?
Or was it the aura of death?
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