At this moment, Nalan Xin's expression darkened slightly. Her consecutive attacks had all been blocked by Lu Ren, unable to harm him in the slightest.
"Great Serpent Slash!"
Nalan Xin frowned. The power of all six Spiritual Apertures within her erupted at once. With both fists clenched, her entire body seemed to become a serpent's head, lunging at Lu Ren with a deadly bite.
At that moment, Lu Ren keenly felt that the power of his martial skills was too low. Although he had cultivated them all to perfection, their might still could not compare to a Human Tier High-grade Martial Skill cultivated to the major success stage.
The martial skills I cultivate are still at a disadvantage!
Lu Ren secretly shook his head, then unleashed the power of all seven Spiritual Apertures and fiercely threw out his perfected Fierce Tiger Fist.
Boom!
Their fists and palms collided violently, producing a deafening boom that shook the arena until it swayed.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Both figures retreated. Nalan Xin staggered back more than ten steps, while Lu Ren only took two steps back.
Whoosh!
Before Nalan Xin could steady herself, Lu Ren stepped forward. Like a nimble spirit cat leaping through the air, he pounced toward her, arrived before her, and sent her flying with a single punch. She fell beneath the arena.
"Ha ha ha, excellent!"
The First Elder's eyes lit up as he clapped wildly.
Xie Kuang gave a dry laugh and said politely, "Elder Meng, your Qingyun Sect truly has found a precious gem. But isn't it somewhat exaggerated to call him a Divine Bloodline?"
"To cultivate three Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection within a month—even a genius with a Seventh-grade Bloodline could not accomplish that. If that is not a Divine Bloodline, then what is?"
The First Elder laughed.
"Humph!"
Xie Kuang snorted coldly. "Then let the Sixth-grade Bloodline of my sect contend with the Divine Bloodline of your sect and see who is stronger!"
Chu Feiyang had already seen that Lu Ren, like himself, had opened seven Spiritual Apertures. The punch that had defeated Nalan Xin earlier had clearly contained much greater force.
After defeating Nalan Xin, Lu Ren turned his gaze toward Chu Feiyang. "Chu Feiyang, do you dare fight me?"
The moment those words fell, the crowd could not help but be shocked.
No one had expected Lu Ren to still want to challenge Chu Feiyang. He was the Ghost Sword Successor. Becoming a Ghost Sword Successor required far more than merely possessing Sixth-grade talent.
Chu Feiyang had not expected Lu Ren to challenge him in public either. He smiled. "Fine. Rest for a while first."
"Alright!"
Lu Ren nodded and began resting atop the arena.
The time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
Chu Feiyang also walked step by step to the center of the arena, stopping ten meters away from Lu Ren.
Chu Feiyang sized up Lu Ren and said, "Your Qingyun Sect truly knows how to scheme. To open seven Spiritual Apertures within two months and cultivate three Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection, your Bloodline must be at least Sixth-grade!"
"I am only a Scrap Bloodline."
Lu Ren said.
"Since you carry a longsword on your back, draw it. Let us see whether your swordsmanship is stronger, or mine is!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Feiyang drew the longsword from his back. Dazzling sword light burst forth, blade after blade of sword light flashing as it shrouded Lu Ren.
Lu Ren drew the Fire Spirit Sword from his back and used the basic sword technique to slash out more than ten times in succession, directly meeting the attack.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The two longswords collided madly, bursting with dazzling sparks that obscured both figures. All that could be seen was sparks scattering in every direction.
As their swordsmanship clashed, neither used any particularly powerful sword technique. It was entirely a collision of basic sword techniques, their speed reaching the extreme. The slightest mistake could easily cost them their lives.
The surrounding disciples were secretly astonished at the fierce clash. None of them had expected basic sword techniques to be cultivated to such a masterful level.
Did this look like something an Aperture Opening Realm Martial Artist could do?
Even Martial Artists in the Spirit Stream Realm would find it difficult to display such swordsmanship.
In the VIP seats, all the elders drew a sharp breath.
"This is simply inconceivable. I never imagined that both of them could wield basic sword techniques to such a level!"
"Basic sword techniques are nothing more than slashing, chopping, thrusting, and lifting. Only true bitter cultivation can reach such a level!"
"Who will win this battle?"
The crowd's discussion did not affect the two in the slightest. Their fight only grew more savage.
"Ghostly Sword Style, First Form—Iron Cutter!"
Chu Feiyang had not expected Lu Ren's swordsmanship to be so formidable, capable of blocking his relentless barrage. Without further thought, he suddenly unleashed an astonishingly brilliant slash.
Lu Ren frowned. The Fire Spirit Sword in his hand whirled frantically before condensing into a single point, and he thrust forward to meet it.
Celestial Phenomenon Sword Skill, Second Form—Unscattered!
Boom!
The edge of the Fire Spirit Sword collided viciously with the blade of Chu Feiyang's black iron sword.
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out as Chu Feiyang was sent staggering several steps back by the impact.
"Celestial Phenomenon Sword Skill, First Form—Traces in Motion!"
Lu Ren charged forward. His longsword moved like a snake, viciously piercing toward Chu Feiyang's chest. The sword technique was strange and unpredictable, impossible to fathom.
"Ghostly Sword Style, Second Form—Shadow Sword!"
Seizing the brief opening, Chu Feiyang continuously swung his black sword. More than ten sword shadows stabbed out in a frenzied assault.
"It is Shadow Sword from the Ghostly Sword Style. Chu Feiyang has actually cultivated Shadow Sword!"
Yun Qingyao frowned at the sight, her expression extremely grave.
Although she was astonished that Lu Ren had cultivated two forms of the Celestial Phenomenon Sword Skill, the situation before him was exceedingly unfavorable.
After only a few exchanges, Lu Ren's strange strike was blocked. Immediately afterward, several more sword shadows came crashing down.
"Fall!"
Chu Feiyang's eyes widened in fury as the longsword in his hand stabbed faster and faster. Wave after wave of sword shadows covered the space above Lu Ren's head.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Lu Ren continuously swung his sword to defend himself, only to discover that his opponent's power was growing stronger and stronger, already beyond what he could endure. The Fire Spirit Sword in his hand was sent flying.
Lu Ren himself staggered back more than ten steps in succession.
"You have lost!"
Chu Feiyang leaped into the air. Countless sword shadows converged as one and stabbed viciously toward Lu Ren.
"It is the third form of the Ghostly Sword Style, Melding Sword!"
"Chu Feiyang truly deserves to be the Ghost Sword Successor. At such a young age, he has already cultivated Melding Sword!"
"Lu Ren will likely lose this battle!"
"For Lu Ren to have lasted this many exchanges, he is already very strong!"
Amid the crowd's cries, a jet-black sword light flashed. Chu Feiyang's black sword had already stabbed toward Lu Ren.
At this moment, Lu Ren was unarmed. He could not even evade; other than taking it head-on, he had no other choice.
Seeing this, Lu Ren gritted his teeth and took out the Tuoshe Blood Jade he carried on him. Clutching it in his hand, he viciously smashed it toward the longsword stabbing at him.
Boom!
With a tremendous crash, the longsword in Chu Feiyang's hand was knocked flying. He staggered back repeatedly and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with shock.
From that collision just now, he had only felt a strange power invade his body, leaving him in great discomfort and inflicting no small amount of internal injury.
"That is the Tuoshe Blood Jade!"
Chu Feiyang stared fixedly at the blood jade in Lu Ren's hand, his face full of astonishment.
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