"Alright, monk, I won't bully you. You just finished fighting, so I'll give you three moves. Only then can we have a fair fight."
Sensing that Wuxin's aura was unstable, Jian Wushuang slowly drew his twin swords from behind him and spoke.
The monk's breathing is currently disordered; if he were to win, it would be an unfair victory.
"Benefactor, there's no need for that. Just come directly. Open the Buddha Dharma True Body."
Wuxin shook his head, roared angrily, his aura surging, and the golden Buddha reappeared behind him.
"Alright, since that's the case, then I won't hold back."
Jian Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, his entire body surrounded by Sword Qi.
Ye Lin, on the other hand, was completely focused. This was the first time he had seen Jian Wushuang make a move, the first time he had seen the so-called number one genius of Tianhe Prefecture make a move.
"One sword, Heaven-Opening, slashes."
Without any fancy moves, Jian Wushuang's attack was pure and unadulterated Sword Intent Sword Intent, imbued with the power of heaven and earth.
" Ten Thousand Buddhas Worship the Sect "
Wuxin formed hand Hand Seals, and the golden Buddha statue behind him slowly extended its enormous palm, striking towards Jian Wushuang.
A loud bang was heard.
The sword light collided with the giant golden palm.
Click.
A crisp, clear sound rang out, and the golden boom shattered instantly.
Before Jian Wushuang's sword, the giant golden palm couldn't even withstand it for a second.
Wuxin, however, used all his strength to completely block the sword light.
At this moment, he was also in great pain, his spiritual energy was churning, and he forced a mouthful of blood back into his body.
"I never expected that this humble monk couldn't even withstand a Jian Wushuang strike from Jian Wushuang?"
He muttered to himself Wuxin.
He had used all his strength to barely block that sword strike.
With the next strike, he will surely be defeated.
"Good, not bad, let's do it again."
Seeing that Wuxin had blocked his sword strike, a hint of surprise flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes.
Unexpectedly, this monk is quite strong.
Seeing this, Lv Xuan in the sky nodded in satisfaction.
Jian Wushuang was the most dazzling prodigy he had ever seen, a talent comparable to the monsters of the Central Continent.
"The second sword strike, the Sword Slashing Nothingness."
Jian Wushuang combined his two swords, unleashing an incomparably scorching Sword Qi towards Wuxin.
Tap tap tap.
Wuxin retreated three steps; he couldn't withstand the Sword Qi alone, let alone the actual attack.
Jian Wushuang strike was far more powerful than that of Golden Core cultivator; it was simply too strong.
It's already comparable to a casual strike from the Nascent Soul Realm stage cultivator.
"Om Mani Padme Hum."
Wuxin's Spiritual Qi surged wildly, and he uttered six words, causing the Buddha statue behind him to shine with golden light.
The Buddha statue reached out with both hands to grab at the sword light.
Seeing Wuxin's action, Jian Wushuang had already sheathed his two swords behind his back.
Even in his Wuxin state, he already knew in his heart that he couldn't withstand this sword strike.
Sure enough, the moment the Buddha statue's hands touched the sword light, the Buddha statue's arms shattered instantly, while Wuxin's entire body was cleaved away by the sword and crashed heavily into the Arena behind him.
Covered in blood Wuxin struggled to his feet.
If he hadn't managed to dodge by just one centimeter, he might have been in mortal danger.
"So strong! In three years, has Jian Wushuang become this powerful? The Buddha Son hailed as a once-in-a-millennium talent in Buddha Mountain couldn't even withstand a single sword strike from him?"
"Hiss, I felt a deadly threat under that sword light just now, as if I would have died under that sword."
"Damn, so strong! Sword Peerless, Sword Peerless, truly peerless!"
"Monk, you've lost."
Jian Wushuang looked at Wuxin below the Arena and said with a smile.
"This humble monk has lost. Benefactor Unrivaled is indeed formidable; Wuxin to learn from you."
Wuxin, covered in blood, clasped his hands together and bowed to Jian Wushuang before walking step by step toward the spectator stands.
He was utterly defeated by Jian Wushuang.
After finishing everything, Jian Wushuang sat cross-legged in the center of the Arena, but none of the subsequent disciples dared to step onto Jian Wushuang's Arena.
They dared not fight; they had already lost before even engaging in battle.
"Benefactor, this humble monk has been defeated."
Wuxin sat down next to Ye Lin, a bitter smile on his face.
He knew Jian Wushuang was strong, but he didn't know Jian Wushuang was this strong.
That's ridiculously strong.
You've done your best.
Ye Lin's expression was extremely solemn. From the two sword strikes just now, he had already realized that Jian Wushuang was no pushover.
He had to take the second sword strike seriously.
Throughout the entire process, Jian Wushuang never actually made a move.
Even Ye Lin couldn't fathom his true strength.
"Benefactor, do you wish to challenge Jian Wushuang?"
Seeing Ye Lin staring intently at Jian Wushuang, who was meditating nearby, asked Wuxin.
No rush.
Upon hearing this, Ye Lin shook his head. He would fight Jian Wushuang sooner or later, but not now.
He's going to one of the other two Arena; if he can hold out until the end, he'll be in the top three.
He came here solely for the mission; if he could get into the top three, the mission would be accomplished.
At that time, he will be able to confidently experience Jian Wushuang's superior skills.
He can still tell what's important and what's not.
He was no reckless person; he wasn't entirely confident in facing Jian Wushuang.
If they not only lose to Jian Wushuang, but also fail to get into the top three, that would be absolutely terrible.
The fundamental reason he feared Jian Wushuang was that his Destruction Sword Intent had only just awakened.
Jian Wushuang three years ago and Sword Nurturing for three years.
If he were the same, what would Jian Wushuang be? He could be defeated in three sword strikes.
"They're gone."
After a moment's hesitation, Ye Lin stood up and walked towards one of the three Arena.
Wuxin stared at Ye Lin's retreating figure, her face full of curiosity.
He was extremely curious about Ye Lin.
Ye Lin then stepped onto the far left of the Arena. In the center of the Arena sat a young man, next to whom was a Golden Spear.
" Ye Lin, an Outer Sect disciple of Nameless Mountain?"
Looking at the Ye Lin before him, the young man slowly stood up.
"I am Xuanming Spear Sect Master."
Xuanming clasped his hands and bowed to Ye Lin.
Ye Lin returned the greeting.
"I'd like to learn from you."
After Xuanming finished speaking, he grabbed the Golden Spear beside him, which was shimmering with Golden Spear light.
Ye Lin then took out the Evil Slayer from his Spatial Ring, unleashing his full Sword Intent.
Xuanming's spear intent swirled around him, resisting Ye Lin's Sword Intent.
He was also a prodigy who had grasped the essence of the art.
How vast is Tianhe Prefecture? How many young people are there? And how many prodigies have grasped its essence?
" Ye Lin, be careful."
Xuanming drew his spear, his entire body radiating spear intent.
" Tyrannical Spear Technique, the Overlord's Requiem."
Xuanming roared and thrust his spear towards Ye Lin's face.
His aura surged wildly, and an overwhelming domineering presence swept over you.
Ye Lin dared not be careless in the face of Xuanming's attack.
" Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, Slash!"
Ye Lin unleashed the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique, with sword Sword Qi swirling around him.
The Flowing Cloud Sword Technique leans towards gentleness and is best suited to counter such domineering attacks.
To overcome softness with hardness, the hardness must be strong enough.
Ye Lin used the Demon Shadow No Trace technique to skillfully dodge Xuanming's spear, then turned and swung his sword at Xuanming's back.
However, how sharp is the intuition of someone at the peak of the Golden Core stage? Xuanming immediately turned around and deflected Ye Lin's Long Sword with a single thrust of his spear.
The two exchanged blows, and the more they fought, the more frustrated Xuanming became.
He could never hit Ye Lin; no matter how powerful his attacks were, he couldn't even touch the hem of Ye Lin's clothes.
Throughout the entire process, it felt as if Ye Lin was toying with him, leaving him feeling extremely angry and helpless.