Ten Consecutive Victories! One Sword Stuns the Entire Arena!

The words hadn't even fallen!

Wei Jun's aura surged again!

His entire body seemed to expand by a circle, veins bulging and writhing beneath his skin.

A stronger pressure enveloped the entire arena!

The audience below gasped.

"This aura... it's even stronger than before!"

"He still has a trump card?"

Secret Art: Wolf's Walk!

This was Wei Jun's ultimate trump card, a burst technique that could greatly enhance speed and strength in a short period.

"One move decides the winner!"

Wei Jun roared, stamping his foot and charging forward instantly, his speed more than double what it was before.

"Come on!"

Qin Jue grunted, the Qi and Blood within him burning madly, his eyes turning completely silver-white!

Startling Swan Flash: Floating Light pushed to the limit!

Full power!!

Qin Jue's figure suddenly vanished from his spot, transforming into a silver-white streak of light!

His speed was so fast that not even an afterimage could be left behind!

At this moment of extreme burst--

The Cold Iron Sword in Qin Jue's hand suddenly vibrated, emitting a long and sharp hum!

Cicada Wing: Thousand Layers--[Flap Wings]!

Leveraging the explosive momentum of the Startling Swan Flash, the sword technique's power was pushed to its absolute peak!

That sword strike was too fast to see!

That sword strike was so beautiful it made one hold their breath!

Silver light like the moon, at this moment, the entire arena was enveloped in that silver-white glow!

Wei Jun's pupils contracted; he could feel the terror of this sword strike!

"Roar!"

Wei Jun roared, the muscles in his arms swelling again, his fists radiating a faint golden sheen!

"Steel Fist: Decisive Kill!"

Fist and sword collided, erupting in a world-shattering roar!

Terrifying shockwaves exploded outwards from the two of them, instantly cracking the bluestone slabs on the stage!

But in the next instant--

Wei Jun's fists were actually forced back!

It was the instantaneous charge of the Startling Swan Flash, combined with the power of the Flap Wings sword technique, creating a terrifying burst!

The Cold Iron Sword's momentum did not decrease, slashing towards his chest!

"Pfft!"

Blood splattered through the air!

Qin Jue's figure swept past Wei Jun, appearing ten feet behind him.

He maintained his sword-drawing posture, motionless.

The Cold Iron Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip still dripping blood.

Wei Jun, however, stood stiffly in place, his fists still in their punching stance.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The crowd was silent.

Everyone held their breath, staring wide-eyed at the two figures on the stage.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

"I... lost..."

Wei Jun said softly, a hint of relief in his voice.

As soon as the words fell, the wound on his chest burst open, blood gushing out like a spring!

Wei Jun swayed and crashed to the ground!

"Bang!"

The entire place fell silent.

Everyone's mouths hung open, staring blankly at the scene. Even the one-eyed old man, who had kept his eyes half-closed, suddenly snapped them open, his single eye filled with disbelief.

Hundred Refinements Fourth Layer, severely wounding Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer?

How was this possible? The power unleashed in that instant was nothing a Jade Bone Realm martial artist should possess!

"Hoo... hoo..."

Qin Jue slowly sheathed his sword, his face a little pale. His Qi and Blood were depleted by nearly eighty percent, and his mind was pushed to its limit.

If not for the solid foundation laid by the Nine Revolutions Viscera Refining Secret Record, he would have likely collapsed long ago.

But his eyes were brighter than ever before.

He had won this battle.

The referee stared for a good while before reacting, his voice trembling as he shouted:

"Win... Winner, Ghost Face!"

"Ten consecutive wins! Ghost Face has achieved ten consecutive wins!"

This shout was like igniting a powder keg.

"Ghost Face! Ghost Face! Ghost Face!"

"Heavens! What did I just see? Defeating a Sixth Layer opponent? This is a monster!"

"He won! He really won! Ten consecutive wins! Hahaha, I'm rich! I bet everything on Ghost Face, the odds were one to five!"

The crowd went completely wild. Countless Gold Notes were thrown into the air, like a golden rain.

In a corner of the crowd, Tang Xiaoman stared at Qin Jue, completely stunned.

"That sword... that sword..."

He muttered to himself, unable to speak for a long time.

Finally, he could only grin and say foolishly:

"Brother Qin, you're damn... ridiculously cool!"

On the stage, Qin Jue turned around and looked at Wei Jun, who had fallen to the ground.

Wei Jun remained in that stiff posture, the sword mark on his chest shocking. His eyes were wide open, his pupils still holding traces of shock and unwillingness.

"You... that sword..."

Wei Jun spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse. "What was its name?"

Qin Jue was silent for a moment, then said lightly, "Cicada Wing · Thousand Layers."

"Cicada Wing... Thousand Layers..."

Wei Jun murmured the name repeatedly, a flicker of realization in his eyes. "No wonder... no wonder the sword's hum sounded like a cicada's chirp... so that's it."

He gave a wry smile. "To be defeated by such a sword technique, I have no regrets."

With that, he stopped speaking, allowing the medics of the Martial Training Ground to carry him away.

Qin Jue watched Wei Jun's retreating figure without much emotion.

The outcome was decided, and there was no point in saying more.

He turned and walked off the stage. The audience automatically parted to make way for him, everyone looking at him with awe.

Those who had mocked him earlier were now silent as cicadas, afraid Qin Jue would remember their faces.

And those who had bet on Qin Jue to win were flushed with excitement, wishing they could rush up and hug Qin Jue's leg.

Qin Jue ignored these gazes and walked straight towards the backstage.

He needed to collect his ten-win reward and leave this place as soon as possible.

At this moment, he had no strength left to fight.

If anyone challenged him again, or if someone took the opportunity to attack, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In a luxuriously decorated private room on the highest floor of the Hundred Battles Martial Training Ground.

A young master in exquisite purple robes, a beautiful jade hanging from his waist, gently swayed the white jade wine cup in his hand. He watched the figure on the stage, his previously indifferent gaze showing interest for the first time.

"Interesting." The Purple Robe Young Master took a sip of wine, a smile curving his lips. "Hundred Refinements Fourth Layer, yet able to unleash the killing power of a Sixth Layer peak. That instant sword technique, is it some kind of profound vibration skill... this level of meticulous control over power, even among the so-called geniuses in the Inner Palaces, few can achieve it."

Behind him stood a burly, black-clothed guard, his aura unfathomably deep, clearly a master.

"Young Master, that sword strike of his has integrated movement technique and swordsmanship." The Black-Clad Guard said in a deep voice. "Moreover, his grasp of timing is precise. Advancing instead of retreating in that situation, throwing himself into a desperate fight for survival – he's a natural killer."

"Oh? Even Uncle Tie praises him like this?" The Purple Robe Young Master was somewhat surprised, then his smile deepened. "It seems this trip to this small place isn't entirely without reward."

"Go, investigate his background thoroughly. If his background is clean and he has no powerful connections, try to recruit him. If recruitment isn't possible..."

The Purple Robe Young Master paused, his eyes instantly turning cold. "Then see if he can be used by me. Such a person, if he cannot become my blade, must be eliminated."

"Yes." The Black-Clad Guard bowed his head in response, his figure retreating into the shadows.

Backstage.

As Qin Jue stepped down the stairs, Tang Xiaoman's bear hug nearly choked the life out of him.

"Brother Qin! You were amazing!" Tang Xiaoman exclaimed, too excited to form coherent sentences. "What was that last move? You sent Wei Jun flying! He's at the Hundred Refinements Sixth Layer!"

"Cough, cough… Let go," Qin Jue weakly pushed him away, retorting irritably, "If you squeeze any tighter, I'll actually die."

"Heh heh, sorry, lost my composure." Tang Xiaoman released him. Seeing Qin Jue's pale face, he lowered his voice and asked with concern, "Are you badly injured?"

"Just exhausted. I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest," Qin Jue shook his head and pulled a stack of Gold Notes from his embrace, the winnings from the recent settlement.

This sum was more than he had anticipated. The bonus for ten consecutive wins, plus the extremely high odds payout from the final match, amounted to a full three thousand Gold Notes!

This was a fortune. Enough to buy a hundred-year-old Spiritual Medicine, or even to browse Wuming Workshop for some truly valuable items.

"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here long." Qin Jue tucked the Gold Notes away and scanned his surroundings.

Although the people around them were cheering, Qin Jue keenly sensed several ill-intentioned gazes.

Worse still, his Qi and Blood hadn't fully recovered yet. If someone attacked him now, he would be completely unable to fight back.

"Yeah, I feel it too. There are a few groups watching us," Tang Xiaoman also dropped his playful demeanor.

The two quickly moved through the backstage passage and blended into the departing crowd.