A Single Sword Kill, Shocking the Entire Audience

Ning Hai looked at the young man before him, who had only one soul ring, and did not know what to say.

A mere Soul Master had come to compete against Great Soul Masters. Did he not know how great the difference in strength was with one extra soul skill?

"Junior Brother, since you are so confident, I will certainly give it my all."

Ning Hai's expression remained calm as two hundred-year soul rings slowly appeared beneath his feet.

"Martial Soul: Silver Frost Sword. Level 25 Assault-type Battle Soul Master. Please enlighten me."

"First Soul Skill, Silver Radiance Thrust!"

Su Li watched the sword qi slashing toward him and murmured softly, "Too slow..."

He held his sword in one hand, his wrist trembling slightly.

In an instant.

A vast and boundless power spread from his body.

Ning Hai's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared at his sword martial soul in disbelief.

"My sword... is afraid?"

Boom!

Sword qi, white as rain and black as ink, came hurtling toward him, making even the air emit faint trembling cries.

Ning Hai did not dare let down his guard.

He hurriedly unleashed his second soul skill.

Yet before that unstoppable sword qi, he did not even have the right to fight back.

Bang!

Ning Hai's body shot away like a falling star, crashing toward the area below the arena.

In an instant, the entire venue fell silent.

Several disciples who had questioned him out of jealousy widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the instantly defeated Ning Hai, their minds in complete chaos.

"So... so strong! I told you Junior Brother Su Li was the best!"

"Before questioning others, remember to see whether your own strength is enough."

"Woohoo~ Su Li, well done!"

Ning Rongrong happily jumped up from her seat, her two little braids swaying gently. Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought she had taken part in the fight herself.

"Su Li wins!"

The moment the referee announced the result, applause erupted throughout the spirit fighting arena.

Before long.

Su Li returned to Ning Rongrong's side.

"Hehe, did you see those people who mocked you earlier? Their faces were red like monkey butts. Talk about getting slapped in the face, huh?"

"You really do notice everything."

"Of course! I was just waiting for them to be too ashamed to show their faces!"

Ning Rongrong proudly lifted one leg, happily swinging her little foot. She was in an excellent mood.

Su Li glanced at the girl beside him, a faint smile curling across his lips.

Having a little girl admire him seemed rather nice.

After that.

The matches continued.

Su Li went up twice more, and both times, he won with a single sword strike. There was not the slightest suspense.

After three appearances, all doubts had vanished, replaced by awe.

To reach this level in a single year—there was no second person in the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect who could do the same.

They even began to wonder.

Could Su Li actually take first place in the Great Soul Master competition?

After all.

Those competitors were generally seven or eight years older than Su Li, and some were even around ten years older!

For a time.

Quite a few disciples of this level wore traces of shame on their faces.

"Sigh... I've spent seventeen years living like a dog."

"Isn't that the truth? My son is the same age as him, yet even I can't beat him."

"Senior Brother, may I ask how old you are?"

"Oh, I just turned twenty."

"Damn."

The final match.

Su Li looked at the handsome, extraordinary-looking man before him and clasped his fist slightly. "Greetings, Senior Brother."

"Junior Brother Su Li, there is no need for such courtesy. In the world of Soul Masters, the capable are teachers. Perhaps before long, I will have to call you Senior Brother instead."

A bitter smile hung on the man's lips as he looked at the boy much younger than himself with an extremely complicated gaze.

Who could have imagined it?

Their entire generation had been swept aside by a child.

And he had even considered himself a genius.

But compared to the one before him, he was like a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon.

"Ning Chen. Martial Soul: Demon-Breaking Spear. Level 29 Assault-type Battle Soul Master..."

"Junior Brother, I will give it my all."

Su Li nodded and looked at him seriously. "So will I."

As the battle began.

Ning Chen charged straight at him with a black spear in hand. Not daring to be careless in the slightest, he immediately used his second soul skill.

Very quickly.

A great number of vines suddenly burst from the ground beneath Su Li's feet, attempting to restrain him.

However.

As a sword shadow descended, dozens of vines were all chopped apart. It happened so quickly that the naked eye could not distinguish it at all!

"What?! He slashed dozens of times in less than half a second?! How is that possible?!"

"I've practiced swordsmanship for ten years and only barely managed to reach that level..."

"The gap in talent is terrifying."

Although Ning Chen was somewhat surprised, his expression did not change much.

He had already become accustomed to Su Li's strength.

"Take my spear!"

Clang!

The long spear collided with the silver sword, producing a piercing screech that made teeth ache.

Sparks flew in every direction as soul power surged outward.

Su Li retreated two steps, then broke the deadlock with a sword strike.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two of them actually abandoned their soul skills at the same time, clashing with spear techniques and sword techniques instead.

The battle instantly became far more vivid and intense.

"So fast... I can't even see clearly!"

"Su Li's sword is too fast, and Ning Chen's spear techniques are no joke either... Anyway, isn't this much more satisfying to watch than an instant kill with one sword?!"

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip, her attention intensely focused. Even so, she still could not keep up with their pace.

"Whew~ No, no! I'm getting dizzy..."

The girl helplessly rubbed her eyes and pouted in frustration.

She hated moments like this most of all. She simply could not see clearly.

"Damn it! This young lady will definitely raise her cultivation!"

On the elevated seats not far away.

Ning Fengzhi watched their battle with sparkling eyes, in a very good mood.

"Uncle Chen, after training under you for this past year, Xiao Li has improved greatly."

"To think his swordsmanship has reached such a level?"

Chen Xin silently watched the youth below the arena, unsure how to respond.

Actually.

For swordsmanship of this level.

It seemed Su Li had understood it the very first time he taught him?

If Su Li's soul power level were the same as Ning Chen's.

Ning Chen definitely would not even have time to react before a single sword strike slit his throat.

"Not bad... Xiao Li himself has worked very hard. Isn't it only natural for him to achieve this much?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded and smiled softly. "This should inspire all the young people in the sect, shouldn't it?"

Gu Rong nearly choked on his saliva and could not help muttering, "Why do I feel like they've been discouraged instead?"

"Now that Xiao Li has shown what he can do, I feel like those disciples have even lost their motivation to cultivate."

Ning Fengzhi's eyelids twitched. It seemed to make some sense.

"It is fine. Letting them learn early that Su Li does not fall within the range of normal people is a good thing."

Ning Fengzhi stroked his chin and lowered his head, falling into deep thought.

He had to say something later. He could not let Su Li crush the future of the sect.

Very soon.

The tide of battle quietly began to change.

Ning Chen gradually could not keep up with Su Li's speed. Left with no choice, he made a change and decided to use a soul skill.

"Spear Out Like a Dragon! Break for me!"

Su Li watched the long spear shooting toward him as the soul power within his body rapidly poured into the Pure Jun Sword.

The pure power between heaven and earth seemed to answer his call, gathering at his command.

"I, Su Li, have a sword that can move mountains..."