Growing in Battle

"Ah..."

Tantai Xiaoxue let out a soft gasp from the viewing platform. "Master, Junior Brother only has a wooden sword. How can he fight like this?"

Dongfang Nishang thought of Wang Xian's words and shook her head. "Don't panic, let's watch first."

The Great Elder nodded slightly. He really wanted to see how the young man from the Daoist temple would defeat a cultivator in the Golden Core Mid Stage with just his bare fists.

The Law Enforcement Elder sighed inwardly, "He's overestimating himself!"

Amidst everyone's exclamations.

Sima Jue's Ling Jian swiftly slashed, heading towards Wang Xian.

Wang Xian's indifferent face showed no emotion. He simply took a few steps back.

With a "Zeng!" sound.

Unexpectedly, Sima Jue's Ling Jian suddenly accelerated, moving with lightning speed. In the blink of an eye, it had already lunged in front of Wang Xian.

"Ah..."

A wave of sighs and screams erupted from below.

Seeing that it was a critical moment, Wang Xian exerted force under his feet, moving like a meteor chasing the moon.

Narrowly escaping, he missed Sima Jue's slashing sword, flipped over, swept past like a meteor, and disappeared from Sima Jue's sight...

By the time everyone could see clearly, Wang Xian had already flashed to the edge of the high platform, five zhang away behind Sima Jue.

"Master!"

Tantai Xiaoxue cried out in surprise, covering her small mouth with her hands. The next words did not come out.

Dongfang Nishang nodded. "Correct, it's just as you thought. I didn't expect so much time has passed..."

Even she hadn't expected that after only two moves taught by Dongtian.

He could now use them to fight an enemy, and one who was a Heavenly Pride with a much higher cultivation realm than him.

"Zeng!"

A sword cry echoed across the plaza, but it didn't make everyone happy.

No one had expected that the young man in the Daoist robe on the high platform could actually avoid Sima Jue's one-sword kill with his bare hands!

This was too bizarre.

Sima Jue's expression changed drastically. Amidst everyone's surprised gazes, he didn't hesitate at all.

He gripped his Ling Jian tightly, condensing his Golden Core power.

The Ling Jian immediately shone brightly, and a beam of light gradually spread across the high platform, filled with killing intent. It was clear that he had already decided to kill.

He had to cut Wang Xian down on the high platform.

Wang Xian, standing at the edge of the high platform, felt like he was on the verge of an abyss, gently swaying in the wind, as if he would fall if Sima Jue were to strike.

Just as everyone was surprised.

Wang Xian said, "Again, don't look down on me!"

With a "Boom!" sound.

The Heavenly Prides in the plaza exploded.

Everyone thought, are you stupid or foolish? The other person is holding a Ling Jian, and you're using your bare hands.

Or do you not have a sword? Just say it! I'm afraid countless people here could lend you one?

"Arrogant!"

Sima Jue roared, like a fierce beast descending the mountain, his voice shaking the high platform!

In an instant, his Jian Qi surged, and his Ling Jian broke through the sky and slashed out like a flood dragon emerging from the abyss. The void within ten zhang of the high platform actually trembled slightly at this moment, and dust flew everywhere.

Within a single sword light, the Ling Jian seemed to descend from the heavens, swiftly slashing down.

Wang Xian's expression was solemn, and a bead of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

It was clear he was shocked by the power of Sima Jue's sword. Or perhaps, this was his first real fight. After all, Sima Jue in front of him was not Xiong Er.

Xiong Er would hold back when playing with him.

But Sima Jue in front of him was trying to take his life at any moment.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Just as the Heavenly Prides in the plaza were stunned, Wang Xian flicked his fingers like flowers. In the electric light and flint, he lightly flicked his fingers.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man on the high platform was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. Every finger flick was as sharp as a plum blossom.

Although he clearly had no sword in his hand, there was a sharpness like a Ling Jian unsheathed.

In just the blink of an eye, he had neutralized Sima Jue's sword strike.

A piercing sword light was shattered into pieces in the wind.

Sima Jue was furious. With his strength, he thought that by unleashing his second sword, he would be enough to cut off Wang Xian's head.

Unexpectedly, this fellow's cultivation had become so bizarre. His outstretched hand was even more powerful than anticipated, dissolving his rainbow-like sword energy in the blink of an eye.

Even so, he didn't panic.

Instead, his spiritual sword condensed another ray of light. Seizing the moment when Wang Xian had just retracted his hand, he cut out with his sword!

"Boom!"

Sword energy like raging thunder boomed as it slashed out. A giant shockwave, centered on the spiritual sword in his hand, split into three as it cut out!

Wuwu!

A whirlwind suddenly swept across the plaza, and everyone involuntarily stepped back.

In the eyes of the elders on the viewing platform, the Heavenly Pride of Phoenix Academy transformed into a flood dragon at that instant.

Everyone's expression changed, shocked that a cultivator at the Golden Core Mid Stage could possess such power.

Tantai Xiaoxue frowned slightly.

She tugged at her master's sleeve and whined, "Does Junior Brother not know how to fight?"

Dongfang Nishang nodded and smiled faintly, "Isn't he learning right now? What are you looking at? Want to go up instead?"

Tantai Xiaoxue made an "oh" sound, then shook her head.

She whispered, "This is the first time I've seen a disciple fighting for his life while also learning how to fight!"

Great Elder Dongfang Feihong chuckled upon hearing this, "Can't Xue'er see it now?"

The Law Enforcement Elder shook his head, "Don't get happy yet. I see that fellow looks determined to fight to the death. I'm afraid he won't let the young Daoist priest off easily."

Dongfang Nishang coldly replied, "You're overthinking it."

Just as everyone's eyes were captivated by a whirlwind.

A "bang!" sound echoed from the three zhang high platform, followed by Sima Jue being sent flying by Wang Xian's punch, almost falling off the platform.

Startled, Sima Jue shouted hoarsely, "How is this possible? Are you a monster beast?"

The astonished crowd didn't know what had happened.

Suddenly, a change occurred. How was Sima Jue, who had the absolute advantage, sent flying by the young Daoist priest's punch?

Even more terrifyingly, Sima Jue's spiritual sword let out a crisp "kacha!" sound in the deathly stillness!

Then, under the gaze of thousands of people, a thin crack suddenly appeared on the sword body, and it gradually spread forward.

In the blink of an eye, the spiritual sword let out a wail and, under the watch of countless eyes, broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

On the platform and below, there was deathly stillness.

In that instant, everyone held their breath.

Only those in the Golden Core Realm, or rather, only the elders knew how terrifying the strength needed to be to shatter an opponent's spiritual sword with body strength alone.

And the young man before them hadn't even drawn a long sword.

With just his bare hands, he had broken Sima Jue's spiritual sword. This was too terrifying!

"Catch!"

Before everyone could react, Wang Ruofei on the viewing platform waved his hand, and with a "swoosh!" sound, the spiritual sword flew towards the high platform.

Sima Jue caught the sword in the wind with a backhand, throwing the half-broken sword in his hand off the platform.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

A surge of spiritual energy flowed along his meridians, as if awakening the killing intent deep within his heart.

He couldn't help but let out a skyward roar!

Thus, hundreds and thousands of cultivators and Heavenly Prides in the plaza felt this killing intent from Sima Jue.

Some began to nervously gaze at Wang Xian on the high platform.

But Wang Xian, standing on the high platform, felt a sense of loneliness.

It wasn't the mockery or praise from the thousands of cultivators.

He had an illusion, as if he had returned to the Phoenix Platform of the academy.

He was tied to the Panlong Pillar and cut by the Law Enforcement Elder and Son with Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Swords!

At that moment, was the blood he shed ice and snow, or fire?

Or was it the death aura?

The excitement has just begun, brothers, give us a ticket and leave your footprint!