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"You, come up!"

That young man was none other than Wang Yun. His face instantly turned pale and his legs were shaking unconsciously.

"I me."

Gu Sheng walked up to Wang Yun and patted him.

"Go ahead and admit defeat if you can't beat me. No one will blame you."

"Cocoa"

Wang Yun's voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Nothing to worry about."

Gu Sheng lowered his voice.

"The Holy Land is full of anger right now, and someone has to let them vent it. Don't worry, there's no shame in admitting defeat."

Wang Yun finally nodded with difficulty and walked towards the ring with heavy steps.

Zhuang Feichen was already standing on the ring, with his arms crossed and his eyes filled with contempt.

"What are you waiting for? Come up here and die!"

Wang Yun shuddered and almost tripped over the steps, which caused a burst of laughter from the Holy Land disciples in the audience.

"Look, another useless loser!"

"Senior Brother Zhuang, kill him with one move!"

"Let him know the consequences of offending the Holy Land!"

Wang Yun lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and dug his nails deeply into his palms without feeling any pain.

He stood tremblingly opposite Zhuang Feichen, not even having the courage to raise his head and look at her.

"Start!"

The examiner gave the order.

Zhuang Feichen The corner of his mouth curved into a cruel arc, and he suddenly released all his momentum.

The violent spiritual pressure rushed towards Wang Yun like a tsunami, and the air in the ring seemed to freeze.

"Pfft——"

Wang Yun spurted out a mouthful of blood as if struck by lightning. He staggered back a few steps and almost fell off the ring.

"Hahaha!"

Zhuang Feichen laughs.

"You're vomiting blood before I take action? Are all outside monks like this?"

The Holy Land disciples in the audience also burst into laughter, and the previous depression was swept away.

They need such a victory to save face, even if the opponent is a weakling who has no power to fight back.

Wang Yun barely stood firm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of despair.

He knew that he couldn't even catch one of Zhuang Feichen's moves, and he would only be humiliating himself if he continued.

In the competition ring, Wang Yun slowly raised his right hand, palm facing outward, making a standard surrender gesture.

His movements were cautious, as if he was afraid of irritating Zhuang Feichen, who was already preparing to attack.

"I surrender."

Wang Yun's voice was not loud, but it spread clearly throughout the entire arena area.

Zhuang Feichen had already assumed an attacking stance, with spiritual energy surging around his body. Hearing these words, he staggered and was almost backfired by his own spiritual energy.

"What did you say?"

His eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

"Wang Yun surrenders, this competition is over."

The examiner announced expressionlessly, and at the same time walked quickly to Wang Yun to check his condition.

"This is unreasonable!"

Zhuang Feichen roared angrily, veins popping up on his forehead.

"He didn't even make a move!"

The surrounding Holy Land disciples also exploded.

"Isn't this too cowardly?"

"What kind of monk do you think you are if you surrender before fighting?"

"Wang Yun must be scared, right?"

Facing everyone's doubts, Wang Yun calmly wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Zhuang has a high level of cultivation. The aura he released just now has shocked me into internal injuries. Continuing the competition will only make the injury more serious. According to the rules of the Holy Land, it is allowed to admit defeat after being injured."

The examiner inspected and nodded to confirm.

"There are indeed signs of internal injuries. The surrender is effective."

Zhuang Feichen was so angry that he was shaking all over. He never expected that the momentum he unleashed to frighten his opponent would actually become an excuse for the opponent to surrender.

He gritted his teeth and stared at Wang Yun, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

"Okay, good!"

Zhuang Feichen squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.

"Wang Yun, just wait for me!"

Wang Yun pretended not to hear, lowered his head and walked quickly down the ring.

He knew that although his move was disgraceful, it was indeed the wisest choice.

Zhuang Feichen is the cultivation base of Earth Palace Peak, and he has just entered Earth Palace Early Stage, so he will definitely lose in a head-on confrontation.

"Smart."

A cold voice came from beside him. Wang Yun turned his head and saw Ling Xiao standing with his arms folded, with some admiration in his eyes.

Wang Yun smiled bitterly.

"Senior Brother Ling is joking, this is just a helpless move on my part."

Ling Xiao shook his head.

"Only when you can bend and stretch can you become a man. Zhuang Feichen That reckless man will never understand this truth."

As they were talking, a Dao Body figure passed by them.

Wang Yun's eyes lit up.

"Gu Sheng!"

Gu Sheng paused slightly, his eyes lingering on Wang Yun's pale face for a moment, then he took out a glowing elixir from his sleeve and threw it casually.

"Grade 3 Spirit Pill, for healing."

Wang Yun hurriedly caught it, feeling the pure spiritual power contained in the elixir, and his eyes widened immediately.

"This is so expensive!"

"It's of no use to me."

Gu Sheng said calmly and continued walking forward.

Wang Yun knows that Gu Sheng is telling the truth - with Gu Sheng's strength, Grade 3 Spirit Pill's effect is indeed limited.

But for him, this elixir was enough to heal his internal injuries in half a day, and it was worth a lot of money.

"Thank you Gu Sheng!"

Wang Yun bowed deeply at Gu Sheng's back.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhuang Feichen.

With a sinister look in his eyes, he walked quickly to Ke Yucheng, who was about to enter the ring, and said in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Ke, when we face Gu Sheng later, don't give him a chance to surrender. Beat him to death!"

Ke Yucheng raised his eyebrows.

"Senior Brother Zhuang, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"You!"

Zhuang Feichen paused, suppressing his anger.

"I'm just reminding you, that guy is very cunning."

Ke Yucheng snorted lightly.

"Don't worry, I will let him know that cleverness is useless in the face of real strength."

After saying that, he ignored Zhuang Feichen and strode towards the ring.

In the ring, Ke Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back. Although he did not deliberately release his pressure, Earth Palace Peak's aura was naturally revealed, making many disciples with lower cultivation levels in the audience feel breathless.

"Gu Sheng, come up."

Ke Yucheng's voice is not loud.

Under the stage, Liang Yu approached Wang Yun and asked in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Wang, what kind of cultivation level do you think Gu Sheng is? I think he broke through the formation so quickly before, so he must be at least Earth Palace Peak, right?"

Wang Yun shook his head.

"Gu Sheng has never used his full strength, so I can't say for sure. But..."

There was adoration in his eyes.

"I believe he can win."

Xu Guangzhi on the side poured cold water on him.

"Fast formation does not necessarily mean strong combat power. Maybe Gu Sheng just has good formation talent. Ke Yucheng is a real Earth Palace Peak. It is said that he has touched the threshold of the underground palace."

Wang Yun is not convinced.

"So what? Gu Sheng him."

His words were interrupted by the voice of Ke Yucheng on the ring.

"Gu Sheng, I'm very curious, how did you pass the formation test in such a short time? If you tell me, I may consider showing mercy."

Gu Sheng finally stepped onto the ring. Faced with Ke Yucheng's questioning, he didn't respond at all and just slowly used his mental skills.

With the mobilization of spiritual power, his aura began to rise.

Earth Palace Mid Stage Earth Palace Late Stage

His cultivation aura stopped at Earth Palace Late Stage.

Ke Yucheng sensed this scene, his tense expression obviously relaxed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"It turned out to be just Earth Palace Late Stage, I thought"

He didn't finish his sentence, but his contempt was palpable.

The audience was also in an uproar.

"Only Earth Palace Late Stage? Then how did he break the formation so fast?"

"There must be some special method."

"This is a terrible situation. Senior Brother Ke will not show mercy."

Wang Yun clenched his fists, worried about Gu Sheng.

But when he looked at the ring, he found that Gu Sheng's expression was still as calm as water, without any panic.

"Pretending!"

Ke Yucheng snorted coldly, stopped talking nonsense, and appeared in front of Gu Sheng in a flash. He slapped his palm and spiritual power surged in.

Gu Sheng unhurriedly drew out Azure Jade Sword. The sword's blade glowed with a faint green light, blocking the blow just right.

"Huh?"

Ke Yucheng was slightly surprised. Although he did not use all his strength in this palm, it was not something that ordinary Earth Palace Late Stage could easily receive.

Gu Sheng chuckled in his heart. He could have suppressed his cultivation until Earth Palace Peak had a fair fight with Ke Yucheng, but that would be too conspicuous.

It's better to keep the appearance of Earth Palace Late Stage, have a hearty fight with the opponent, and regrettably lose in the end.

This can not only explain the reason why he passed the formation examination quickly, but also won't attract too much attention like Ling Xiao.

A Earth Palace Late Stage can be inseparable from Earth Palace Peak. Although it is rare, it is not too outrageous in a holy land where geniuses gather.

The competition in the arena is about to break out

"Pick up my Azure Jade Sword!"

Gu Sheng's eyes flashed with cold light, the three-foot green blade in his hand burst out with dazzling green light, and the sword energy tore through the air.

Ke Yucheng grinned, and a pale golden mask appeared on the surface of his fist.

"How dare you be so arrogant in front of me with just your sword energy?"

"Boom!"

The moment the sword energy collided with his fist, Ke Yucheng's expression suddenly changed.

The seemingly ordinary cyan sword energy actually easily tore through his spiritual defense shield.

Severe pain came from his fist. When he lowered his head, he saw a bone-deep wound on the back of his hand, with blood dripping from his fingers.

"How is that possible?!"

Ke Yucheng retreated hurriedly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

How could Gu Sheng give him a chance to breathe? Azure Jade Sword drew a beautiful arc and went straight to Ke Yucheng's throat.

Before the sword edge arrived, the sharp sword energy had already made Ke Yucheng's neck feel cold.

"Qiang!"

At the critical moment, Ke Yucheng finally pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the two swords collided with each other, making a deafening metallic sound.

The violent collision of spiritual energy formed a shock wave visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.

The protective formation at the edge of the arena lit up with dazzling light, barely blocking the aftermath.

Ke Yucheng took five steps back to stabilize his body, while Gu Sheng was knocked back more than ten steps, and he knelt down on one knee. Azure Jade Sword inserted himself into the ground to stop his retreat.

"Hahaha, that's all!"

Ke Yucheng shook his numb arms, but there was a haze in his eyes.

He used 70% of his strength in that sword strike just now. Logically speaking, he should be able to chop Gu Sheng off the ring with one strike, but the result was unexpected.

The crowd watching the battle exploded.

"Did I read that correctly? Senior Brother Ke was actually forced to draw his sword?"

"What's the origin of that Gu Sheng? The sword energy can actually break through Senior Brother Ke's Vajra Fist cover!"

"Tsk, tsk, now we have something good to watch."

Zhuang Feichen stood at the front of the crowd, his face as gloomy as water.

"Ke Yucheng, stop playing! Fight quickly!"

Ke Yucheng's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"I wanted to play with you, but since you're looking for death yourself"

Before he finished speaking, the spiritual energy around him surged, and his clothes moved automatically without the wind.

The long sword in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, and there was a faint shadow of water around the sword.

"It's Qinghe Holy Land's [Myriad Manifestations Sword Art]!"

The knowledgeable disciple exclaimed.

Gu Sheng stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with an imperceptible glint in his eyes.

This was the moment he had been waiting for.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Ke Yucheng shouted loudly and swung out his long sword. In an instant, the sword energy filled the sky like a torrential downpour, each with a biting chill, blocking all Gu Sheng's escape routes.

"Gu Sheng! Get out of the way!"

Ling Xiao shouted anxiously in the audience, his fists clenched until they turned white.

Only he knew that Gu Sheng was fully capable of avoiding this move, but this guy just stood still.

Gu Sheng didn't seem to hear his friend's warning, and instead closed his eyes, Azure Jade Sword lying across his chest.

To outsiders, it looked like he had given up resistance.

"Seeking death!"

Ke Yucheng smiled ferociously, and the sword techniques in his hands changed again. Among the sword energy in the sky, there were a few that were particularly solid, silently aiming at Gu Sheng's Dantian vital points.

The moment the sword energy approached, Gu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and Azure Jade Sword burst out with unprecedented light.

"Broken!"

A green sword rainbow rose into the sky, and wherever it passed, the blue sword energy collapsed one after another.

There are still dozens of fish that slipped through the net and pierced Gu Sheng's body fiercely.

"Puff puff puff——"

Blood spattered, and Gu Sheng instantly had more than a dozen wounds on his body. The most serious one was on his left shoulder, which almost penetrated him.

He staggered back and knelt down on one knee, Azure Jade Sword holding on to the ground to keep from falling.

"Hahaha!"

Ke Yucheng looked up to the sky and laughed.

"You dare to challenge me with this little ability?"

In the audience, Wang Yun's face was ashen.

"How could this happen? Gu Sheng Mingming"

He turned to look at Ling Xiao, only to find that although the latter looked anxious, there was no despair in his eyes.

On the ring, Ke Yucheng rolled his eyes and suddenly appeared behind Gu Sheng.

"Go to hell!"

His long sword pierced Gu Sheng's back heart, and the tip of the sword condensed a bit of cold blue light. It was Qinghe Holy Land's secret "Pulse Severing Finger" sword style, which was specially designed to break through the monk's Dantian.

Gu Sheng seemed to have eyes in his back. The moment the sword tip was about to reach his body, he suddenly turned sideways and Azure Jade Sword blocked with his backhand.

"Ding!"

Sparks flew everywhere, and Ke Yucheng's killing sword only cut through the sleeve of Gu Sheng's right arm, leaving a shallow blood mark.

"Response is slow."

Ke Yucheng sneered, his offensive continued unabated, and his sword struck straight at the vital point.

Gu Sheng seems to be fighting in a panic, but in fact every block is just right.

Those seemingly dangerous dodges were actually the result of his careful calculations.

Occasionally, he was stabbed in an insignificant part. With his body tempered by "Nine Revolutions Profound Art", such skin injuries healed instantly.

"Ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine"

Gu Sheng silently counted the rounds of the fight in his mind. When he counted to one hundred, he deliberately staggered when turning around, revealing a fatal gap.

"Opportunity!"

Ke Yucheng's eyes were full of fierceness, and the long sword came out of its hole like a poisonous snake, piercing Gu Sheng's dantian.

"Stop!"

The examiner finally couldn't sit still anymore and stood up suddenly.

With this sword blow, Gu Sheng's cultivation will be completely destroyed even if he doesn't die. This is beyond the scope of martial arts competition.

"Ke Yucheng, stop!"

An angry shout sounded like thunder, the examiner's broad sleeves and robes moved without any wind, and Earth Palace stage's pressure instantly enveloped the entire arena.

The spiritual sword in Ke Yucheng's hand was only three inches away from Gu Sheng's dantian, but it was frozen in mid-air.