Three Swords Are Enough

"If Young Master Qin Hao defeats Chen Yuntian in the Myriad Phenomena Genius Tournament, he'll take first place!" Qin Xiongfeng said, his face alight with excitement.

Remembering his earlier conversation with Qin Hao, Qin Xiongfeng felt his hopes rise even higher.

Others might not understand Qin Hao's strength, but Qin Xiongfeng had already guessed something of it.

And Qin Hao possessed a certain presence!

It was as though he could swallow mountains and rivers whole, compelling others to submit!

"Hao'er." Qin Yuntian looked at Qin Hao with a smile. "Just do your best in this fight."

That was what Qin Yuntian said, but a thread of hope stirred in his heart.

Perhaps Qin Hao really could defeat Chen Yuntian and take first place in the Myriad Phenomena Genius Tournament.

"Father, geniuses are forged through trials. One Chen Yuntian won't stop me on my path."

Qin Hao smiled faintly. Then, beneath everyone's gaze, he walked toward the arena.

"This day has finally come!" Liu Wei's lips trembled, his face brimming with excitement.

He had trained bitterly for months for this very moment!

Meanwhile, where the Chen family had gathered...

Chen family head Chen Huo, Chen Yuntian, and the other Chen family members were beaming with excitement and pride.

"First place in the Myriad Phenomena Genius Tournament is ours!"

"How could that good-for-nothing Qin Hao possibly be a match for the young master?"

"There's no point even holding the fight."

The Chen family members could no longer contain their excitement. They burst out laughing.

"Qin Hao!"

Chen Yuntian looked at Qin Hao approaching the arena, mockery curling his lips. "I won't even bother stepping into the arena. Admit defeat."

"Admit defeat?" Qin Hao raised an eyebrow and leaped into the arena.

"That's right! Don't tell me you, with your mere First-Grade Martial Soul, want to fight me for first place?"

Chen Yuntian looked down on him, faint mockery in his voice. "Now you're nothing but a good-for-nothing with a First-Grade Martial Soul."

"A good-for-nothing like you only raised his cultivation by relying on Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Making the top three was already an incredible stroke of luck."

"You slipped into the top three by chance, and you dare challenge me?"

Chen Yuntian sneered. "Whether you even qualify to fight me aside, even if I stooped to it, you'd end up as nothing more than a laughingstock."

"You should thank me for giving you the chance to admit defeat."

"If a man can't even see himself clearly, that's truly pitiful."

Years ago, Qin Hao and Chen Yuntian had constantly clashed.

Now that Qin Hao had awakened a First-Grade Martial Soul, even Chen Yuntian, confident as he was, could not help feeling a flicker of satisfaction deep down.

"Exactly! Young Master Chen is right. Qin Hao, hurry up and get down here!"

"You got into the top three by luck, and you dare fight for first? Where did you get the nerve?"

"Young Master Chen's last point was right on the mark. Qin Hao can't even see himself clearly. How pitiful."

Below the arena, the crowd jeered and chimed in.

They had never been interested in a fight between Qin Hao and Chen Yuntian.

The only ones with any interest wanted to see how badly Qin Hao would be beaten.

"These people have gone too far!" Qin Xiongfeng's face flushed with anger.

The Qin family youths also looked furious, but not one of them could offer a rebuttal.

Deep down, they did not believe Qin Hao could defeat Chen Yuntian either. After all, everyone had seen his Martial Soul.

But Qin Hao was the Qin family's young master. His humiliation infuriated them.

Liu Xiao shook his head and said quietly, "This fight really is pointless. Admitting defeat would let Qin Hao leave with the most dignity."

With that, Liu Xiao said no more.

He bore Qin Hao no grudge. He was only stating the facts.

"Admit defeat? Luck?"

In the arena, Qin Hao was so angry he laughed. He shook his head and looked at Chen Yuntian, his voice remarkably calm.

"Chen Yuntian, did I beat you so badly in the past that now you're afraid to fight me again?"

"The words 'admit defeat' don't exist in my dictionary!"

As he spoke, Qin Hao slowly raised his sword. Its tip pointed at Chen Yuntian, glinting with pinpricks of silver light.

"Come on, Chen Yuntian. You were no match for me before, and you're still no match for me now. If you're that afraid... why don't you admit defeat?"

The crowd erupted!

Everyone froze for a moment, then doubled over laughing.

"What? Is Qin Hao telling a joke?"

"Hahaha! Qin Hao's gone mad with delusion. He actually told Chen Yuntian to admit defeat."

"Qin Hao, you're courting death!" Chen Yuntian's face darkened, and a cold gleam flashed in his eyes.

What stung most were Qin Hao's words: You were no match for me before!

It was true. They had clashed many times in the past. Back then, Chen Yuntian's cultivation had been low and he had yet to learn any martial skills, while Qin Hao had already mastered the Tiger Roar Fist.

Qin Hao had beaten him into the ground.

"If you're so eager to humiliate yourself, I'll oblige!"

Chen Yuntian snorted and rose, walking slowly toward the arena. "Qin Hao, you're already the laughingstock of Tianshui City. Today, I'll make sure your name stinks here for ten thousand years!"

As he walked, Chen Yuntian's aura surged.

By the time he stepped into the arena, it had reached the late seventh level of the Body Tempering Realm!

A vast pressure instantly bore down on Qin Hao. Even many of those near the arena felt its force, their expressions shifting.

Yet Qin Hao's expression did not change. He stood like a sword himself, impossibly sharp.

Chen Yuntian's aura had no effect on him at all.

"You don't know your own limits!"

Chen Yuntian said coldly, "I needed only eleven sword strikes to defeat Liu Xiao. For you, three will be enough!"

"Is that so? I'm afraid you're not capable of it," Qin Hao said evenly.

"Good-for-nothing, then watch closely!"

Qin Hao's unruffled manner stirred a sudden anger in Chen Yuntian.

It infuriated him.

Even Liu Xiao would not dare act like that in front of him.

What gave Qin Hao, with his mere First-Grade Martial Soul, the right?

"This is the first strike!" Killing intent flashed in Chen Yuntian's eyes. His sword seemed to turn into yin and yang as it swept straight toward Qin Hao.

"Sword-Drawing Art!"

Qin Hao moved without hesitation.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out. Qin Hao took a step back, but rather than looking surprised, he wore an expression that said it was just as he had expected.

"What else can you do besides the Sword-Drawing Art? That enhanced Sword-Drawing Art of yours with sixty sword shadows?" Chen Yuntian taunted as his sword moved faster.

"This move is called Shadowless!"

Swish, swish, swish!...

In the next instant, Qin Hao stepped through the Seven Stars, weaving across the arena. His sword traced shadow after shadow—sixty in all! They struck at Chen Yuntian simultaneously from above, below, left, right, and every direction.

"Hm?"

Beside the main dais, several elders past fifty had their eyes light up.

Huang Sanjian, the Sword Fanatic, murmured in surprise. "That's not right. When Qin Hao fought Liu Kuang, he also produced sixty sword shadows, but they attacked in a slow progression. How are they... striking all at once this time?"