Beginning the Challenge of the Four Symbols Sect's Young Disciples

The Martial Practice Ground's arena.

Shen Jingfeng and Zhang Heling looked at each other, and Zhang Heling spoke first.

"Brother Shen, please."

"Please."

The two moved at the same time.

Zhang Heling's sword momentum was fierce and swift, one sword following another like a surging river that flowed on without end.

Shen Jingfeng did not hurriedly counter with his sword. Instead, he stood where he was, steady as Mount Tai.

In Shen Jingfeng's hand, the White Tiger Thunderclap Sword transformed into streaks of dark-gold White Tiger fangs. Every sword carried the keen edge of Golden Thunder True Essence.

The two sharp swords collided atop the Martial Practice Ground's arena, bursting into dense sparks. The interwoven clangs of their swords rose like wave after wave, each higher than the last.

The watching guests held their breath and focused on the clash in the arena, whispering among themselves.

"This Shen Jingfeng is truly formidable. He clearly failed to break through to Gathering Essence some time ago, yet he can still maintain such combat strength."

"His White Tiger Thunderclap Sword is probably almost at the Realm of Perfection, right?"

"If he successfully reaches Gathering Essence and then brings this sword technique to the Realm of Perfection, he'll be first-rate even among veteran experts in the early Gathering Essence stage!"

Shen Jingfeng ignored the discussions below the arena, focusing only on the changes in his opponent's sword path.

Although Shen Jingfeng's aura was not as full as it had been at his peak, his Sword Intent had become far more condensed than before.

After the two had exchanged blows for only a moment, a dark-gold sword light broke through Zhang Heling's defenses and knocked the long sword from his hand. The True Essence wrapped around the blade shattered directly into specks of starlight.

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