The Entire Arena Was Shocked

At this moment!

The entire venue fell silent, then, after more than a dozen breaths, erupted into a complete frenzy.

Their sect's Scrap Bloodline disciple had actually defeated a genius disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect with a Fifth-grade Bloodline.

And he had even displayed two martial skills at mastery!

"Hahaha, Lu Ren won! Hurry up and give me the money!"

Amid the crowd, Wang Teng burst into laughter.

"Wang Teng, did you know something?"

An unwilling disciple handed Wang Teng a banknote.

Taking the banknote, Wang Teng smiled. "I teamed up with him for a mission, so naturally I know Lu Ren's strength. He and Senior Sister Qin Yu even joined forces to kill the Emerald Phosphorus Flood Dragon King!"

Upon hearing Wang Teng's words, every newly admitted disciple nearby was stunned.

In the vip seating.

Yun Qingyao's mind went blank. She had never imagined that Lu Ren was this formidable.

Wasn't her disciple a Scrap Bloodline?

Wasn't he a good-for-nothing incapable of Martial Cultivation?

Even the one Spiritual Aperture he had opened had been an Immortal's Blessing!

If she had not personally taught Lu Ren swordsmanship, she would not have believed he could be this useless.

Yet the Lu Ren standing on the arena was utterly different from the Lu Ren she knew.

"This brat has been deceiving me all along. Just wait and see how I deal with him later!"

Yun Qingyao muttered to herself indignantly.

The Grand Elder wore an ecstatic expression. He then looked at Yun Qingyao and said, "Elder Yun, you truly deceived us old fellows miserably. You actually raised Lu Ren to be so formidable!"

"Spirit Cat Steps at mastery, Fierce Tiger Fist at mastery... Tsk, tsk, tsk. Elder Yun, just how did you train him?"

"In two months, he cultivated two Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to mastery. Elder Yun, have you mastered some special training method?"

Many elders began questioning her, unable to conceal the envy in their words.

In their eyes, Lu Ren becoming this powerful had to be connected to Yun Qingyao.

Yun Qingyao came back to her senses and forced herself to say, "Naturally, I have my own training methods. Even a Scrap Bloodline can be trained up by me!"

Xie Kuang's face turned livid. Li Jing, ranked third in strength among their sect's newly admitted disciples, had been defeated by someone with a Scrap Bloodline. If word got out, where would the Imperial Dao Sect put its face?

Zhao Yi's expression was equally ugly. He had thought Lu Ren would lose all face at this exchange tournament, yet Lu Ren had unexpectedly become so strong, cultivating two Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to mastery.

Was that something a Scrap Bloodline could accomplish?

An elder immediately leaped onto the arena and announced with a smile, "The first match goes to Qingyun Sect disciple Lu Ren. Next, the second match!"

Lu Ren stepped down from the arena and came before Yun Qingyao.

The Grand Elder praised him without reservation. "Lu Ren, well done. You brought glory to our Qingyun Sect. Once this sparring exchange tournament ends, you will be handsomely rewarded!"

Lu Ren's performance had already far exceeded his expectations. Even if he lost both remaining matches, the Grand Elder would not care.

"It was all thanks to my master's excellent teaching. If there is a reward, it should go to my master instead!"

Lu Ren said modestly.

Listening to Lu Ren's words, Yun Qingyao felt both joy and anger mingling in her heart. She had never imagined that the disciple she had taken in could bring honor to her.

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

Seeing the two step onto the arena at the same time, the presiding elder announced, "Begin!"

Whoosh!

Almost at the same moment the presiding elder stepped back, Nalan Xin's eyes flashed. Her body nearly flattened against the ground as she charged toward Yang Rong.

Moreover, Nalan Xin did not move in a straight line, but along irregular arcs, like a venomous snake hunting prey, ready to deliver a fatal strike at any moment.

"A Human Tier High-grade movement martial skill, Serpent Steps—and she has likely cultivated it to greater mastery!"

Quite a few disciples instantly recognized the martial skill Nalan Xin had used.

"I heard Serpent Steps are extremely difficult to cultivate. You need to build a foundation from childhood and make your body incredibly supple, like a snake!"

"As expected of the Imperial Dao Sect's most outstanding newly admitted genius. I wonder whether Yang Rong can withstand her offensive!"

As Lu Ren watched the Serpent Steps, he was secretly alarmed as well. His Spirit Cat Steps excelled in speed, while Serpent Steps were eerie and unfathomable.

If Yang Rong had not cultivated a movement technique that countered Serpent Steps, she would likely be defeated very soon.

Sure enough!

Facing Nalan Xin's Serpent Steps, Yang Rong found it impossible to fend her off. Although she had cultivated a movement technique as well, she had only reached minor mastery.

Nearly every time Nalan Xin attacked, she would slip away to another side before Yang Rong had any chance to counterattack.

Yang Rong was completely on the defensive.

After more than a dozen exchanges, Yang Rong finally could no longer hold on. Nalan Xin struck her chest fiercely with a palm, producing the sound of shattering bones.

In an instant!

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

"So ruthless!"

Lu Ren clearly heard the sound of ribs breaking and could not help frowning.

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

"A martial artist should possess such ruthlessness. No matter who the enemy is, showing mercy to an enemy is being cruel to yourself. Those softhearted and hesitant will never accomplish great things!"

Xie Kuang said coldly.

Soon, an elder took Yang Rong away for treatment.

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

The third match was also the most important match of the exchange tournament, a showdown between the two strongest participants. Whoever won would practically take this tournament.

Chu Feiyang walked onto the arena, looked at Zhao Yi, and said blandly, "You are not my opponent. Why not admit defeat?"

Zhao Yi's lips curled upward as he said mockingly, "Just because you have one more Spiritual Aperture than me does not mean you cannot be defeated. Today, I will challenge seven Spiritual Apertures with six!"

"Is that so?" Chu Feiyang smiled casually.

At those words, Zhao Yi's brow twitched. Chu Feiyang's unhurried composure made him uneasy, but that thought quickly vanished.

The gap in strength between six Spiritual Apertures and seven Spiritual Apertures was not great. It could absolutely be made up through martial skills and combat experience.

Today, Zhao Yi would use the Imperial Dao Sect's Sixth-grade Bloodline genius Yang Ming as a stepping stone.

"I am Zhao Yi, a newly admitted disciple of the Qingyun Sect, with a Fifth-grade Bloodline. Please enlighten me!"

Zhao Yi said.

Chu Feiyang replied calmly, "I am Chu Feiyang, a newly admitted disciple of the Imperial Dao Sect, with a Sixth-grade Bloodline and the Ghost Sword Successor. Please enlighten me!"

"What? He is actually the Ghost Sword Successor?"

"Like the Saintess, he is also a successor of the Ghost Sword King?"

Many inner sect disciples were utterly shocked.

Hearing the discussions around him, Lu Ren subconsciously glanced at Yun Qingyao. He could clearly sense that her expression had become somewhat unnatural.

Zhao Yi's heart wavered as he said in shock, "You are the Ghost Sword Successor?"

"Afraid?"

Chu Feiyang chuckled. With a step, he crossed thirty zhang in an instant and arrived before Zhao Yi. His fists flew wildly, their terrifying force generating scorching currents of air, like two red-hot blocks of iron.

"Is that the Human Tier High-grade Martial Skill, Blazing Fire Fist? And it has reached mastery?"

Faced with fist shadows that covered the sky and earth, Zhao Yi's expression changed. His hands formed claws as he lunged forward wildly, meeting the attack head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Violent collisions rang out, and terrifying shockwaves rippled in every direction.

Yet Zhao Yi was blasted back again and again, nearly retreating to the edge of the arena. He was only one step away from falling off.

Iron Wolf Ghost Steps!

Zhao Yi lightly tapped the ground. His body moved like a wolf, and after steadying himself, he pounced at Chu Feiyang like a starving wolf hunting prey.

Chu Feiyang stood motionless. Facing Zhao Yi's fierce assault, his palms struck out rapidly, blocking every one of Zhao Yi's attacks.

After more than a dozen moves, following a powerful collision, Zhao Yi was forced several steps back.

Zhao Yi steadied himself and sneered. "Ghost Sword Successor, no more than this!"

He had opened one fewer Spiritual Aperture than Chu Feiyang, yet he could sense that Chu Feiyang was not much stronger than him.

He was certain to win this battle!