Shocking the Entire Audience

At that moment!

The entire venue fell silent. After a full ten seconds, it erupted into cheers.

The disciple from their sect with a Scrap Bloodline had actually defeated the genius disciple from the Imperial Dao Sect who had a Fifth-grade Bloodline.

What's more, he had displayed two perfected martial skills!

"Hahaha, Lu Ren won, hurry up and give me my money!"

Wang Teng roared with laughter from the crowd.

"Wang Teng, do you know something?"

A disciple, unwillingly, handed a money order to Wang Teng.

Wang Teng took the money order and replied with a smile, "I teamed up with him for a mission once, so I naturally know Lu Ren's strength. He and Senior Sister Qin Yu teamed up to kill the Emerald Phosphorus Flood Dragon King!"

Upon hearing Wang Teng's words, the surrounding introductory disciples were all shocked.

On the VIP seats.

Yun Qingyao's mind went blank. She never imagined Lu Ren would be so powerful.

Wasn't her disciple supposed to have a Scrap Bloodline?

Wasn't he a good-for-nothing who couldn't cultivate martial arts?

The only Spiritual Aperture he had opened was a gift from an immortal!

If she hadn't personally taught Lu Ren swordsmanship, she wouldn't have believed Lu Ren could be so useless.

But the Lu Ren standing on the stage was completely different from the Lu Ren she knew.

"This brat has been lying to me all along. Just you wait until I deal with him later!"

Yun Qingyao muttered to herself, puffing out her cheeks.

The Grand Elder's face showed immense joy. He then looked at Yun Qingyao and said, "Elder Yun, you've truly deceived us old folks! You've actually cultivated Lu Ren to be this powerful!"

"Spirit Cat Steps perfected, Fierce Tiger Fist perfected, tsk tsk tsk, Elder Yun, how exactly did you cultivate him?"

"In two months, you've cultivated two Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection. Elder Yun, have you perhaps mastered some special cultivation method?"

Many elders began to ask questions, their words unable to hide their envy.

In their eyes, Lu Ren's rise to such strength must have been related to Yun Qingyao.

Yun Qingyao snapped back to reality and said with a forced smile, "I naturally have my own cultivation methods. Even a disciple with a Scrap Bloodline can be cultivated!"

Xie Kuang's face turned ashen. His sect's third-ranked new disciple, Li Jing, had been defeated by someone with a Scrap Bloodline. If this news got out, how would their Imperial Dao Sect maintain its dignity?

Zhao Yi's expression was also extremely grim. He had thought Lu Ren would be utterly humiliated at this exchange meeting, but he never expected Lu Ren to become so strong, having cultivated two Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection.

Was this something a disciple with a Scrap Bloodline could achieve?

An elder immediately jumped onto the stage and announced with a smile, "The first match, Qingyun Sect disciple Lu Ren is victorious! Now, for the second match!"

Lu Ren descended from the stage and approached Yun Qingyao.

The Grand Elder did not hide his praise, saying, "Lu Ren, well done! You've brought honor to our Qingyun Sect. After the martial arts exchange tournament concludes, you will be heavily rewarded!"

Lu Ren's performance had far exceeded his expectations. Even if he lost the next two matches, he wouldn't care.

"It's all thanks to my Master's excellent teaching. If there's any reward, it should go to my Master!"

Lu Ren said humbly.

Hearing Lu Ren's words, Yun Qingyao felt a mix of joy and anger. She had never imagined that the disciple she had taken in could bring her such honor.

Next, the second match was between Nalan Xin of the Imperial Dao Sect and Yang Rong of the Qingyun Sect.

Seeing both of them step onto the stage, the presiding elder announced, "Let the match begin!"

Whoosh!

Almost as soon as the presiding elder stepped back, Nalan Xin's eyes flashed. Her body bent low, almost parallel to the ground, as she lunged towards Yang Rong.

Furthermore, Nalan Xin wasn't moving in a straight line but in an irregular arc, like a venomous snake hunting its prey, capable of launching a fatal strike at any moment.

"A Human Tier High-grade movement martial skill, Serpent Steps, and it seems to be cultivated to Great Accomplishment!"

Many disciples instantly recognized the martial skill Nalan Xin was using.

"This Serpent Steps is said to be extremely difficult to cultivate. One must build a solid foundation from a young age, making the body extremely flexible, like a snake!"

"As expected of the top genius among the new disciples of the Imperial Dao Sect. I wonder if Yang Rong can withstand her assault!"

Lu Ren watched the Serpent Steps and secretly marveled. His Spirit Cat Steps excelled in speed, while the Serpent Steps were tricky and unpredictable.

If Yang Rong hadn't cultivated a movement technique that countered the Serpent Steps, she would likely be defeated very quickly.

As expected!

Facing Nalan Xin's Serpent Steps, Yang Rong was completely unable to resist. Although she had also cultivated a movement technique, it had only reached Minor Accomplishment.

With almost every attack, Nalan Xin would evade to another side without giving Yang Rong a chance to counter.

Yang Rong was completely on the defensive.

After more than ten exchanges, Yang Rong could no longer fend off Nalan Xin's fierce palm strike to her chest, which sounded like cracking bone.

Instantly!

Yang Rong was sent flying backward, crashing onto the ground with a pained expression.

"How ruthless!"

Lu Ren clearly heard the sound of broken ribs and couldn't help but frown.

Nalan Xin could have clearly held back some of her strength, yet she struck so heavily!

"A martial artist must possess this ruthlessness. It doesn't matter who the enemy is; being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself. A soft heart and indecisiveness will lead to failure in great endeavors!" Xie Kuang said coldly.

Soon, an elder came and took Yang Rong away for treatment.

Amidst the clamor of the disciples, the third match finally began.

The third match was also the most crucial of the exchange conference, a duel between the two strongest individuals. Whoever won this match would almost certainly secure victory in the entire conference.

Chu Feiyang walked onto the stage and looked at Zhao Yi, saying indifferently, "You are no match for me. Surrender now?"

Zhao Yi's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Although you have one more Spiritual Aperture than me, it's not impossible to defeat you. Today, I will use my six Spiritual Apertures to challenge your seven!"

"Is that so?" Chu Feiyang smiled nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Zhao Yi's brow twitched. Chu Feiyang's calm and composed demeanor made him feel a little uneasy, but this thought quickly vanished.

The difference in strength between six and seven Spiritual Apertures wasn't that significant; it could be fully compensated for by martial skills and combat experience.

Today, he, Zhao Yi, would step on the genius of the Imperial Dao Sect with a Sixth-grade Bloodline, Yang Ming.

"I, Zhao Yi, an introductory disciple of the Qingyun Sect, with a Fifth-grade Bloodline, request your guidance!" Zhao Yi said.

Chu Feiyang stated calmly, "I, Chu Feiyang, an introductory disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, with a Sixth-grade Bloodline, the Ghost Sword Successor, request your guidance!"

"What? He's the Ghost Sword Successor?"

"Just like the Saintess, he's also a successor of the Ghost Sword King!"

Many inner disciples were shocked.

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Lu Ren subconsciously glanced at Yun Qingyao, clearly sensing that Yun Qingyao's expression had become somewhat unnatural.

Zhao Yi's heart wavered, and he exclaimed in horror, "You're the Ghost Sword Successor?"

"Scared?"

Chu Feiyang chuckled lightly. With a stomp of his foot, he crossed thirty feet in an instant, appearing before Zhao Yi. He swung his fists wildly, the terrifying fist energy emitting scorching airflow, like two red-hot iron blocks.

"Is this the Human Tier High-grade Martial Skill Blazing Fire Fist? And cultivated to perfection?"

Facing the overwhelming barrage of fist shadows, Zhao Yi's expression changed. He formed his hands into claws and clawed frantically, meeting the opponent head-on.

Bang bang bang bang!

Fierce collisions echoed, and terrifying fluctuations reverberated around them.

However, Zhao Yi was also forced to retreat step by step, almost pushed to the edge of the stage, just one step away from falling off.

"Iron Wolf Ghost Steps!"

Zhao Yi's feet moved lightly, and his entire body moved like a wolf. After stabilizing himself, he lunged at Chu Feiyang, like a hungry wolf hunting its prey.

Chu Feiyang stood his ground, unmoving. Facing Zhao Yi's fierce assault, he struck out with his palms, blocking all of Zhao Yi's attacks.

After more than ten exchanges, with a powerful collision, Zhao Yi was sent staggering back several steps.

Zhao Yi stabilized himself and sneered, "Ghost Sword Successor, nothing more!"

He had one less Spiritual Aperture opened than Chu Feiyang, but he could feel that Chu Feiyang's strength was not much greater than his own.

He was destined to win this battle!