Sword Skill Showdown

At this moment, Nalan Xin's expression was slightly grim. All her continuous attacks had been blocked by Lu Ren, failing to harm him in the slightest.

"Great Serpent Slash!"

Nalan Xin frowned, unleashing the power of all six of her Spiritual Apertures. Clenching her fists, her entire body transformed into a serpent's head, lunging at Lu Ren with a deadly strike.

At this moment, Lu Ren deeply felt that the might of his martial skills was too low. Although all of them had been cultivated to perfection, their power still couldn't compare to a Human Tier High-grade Martial Skill at the great accomplishment stage.

"The martial skills I've cultivated are still at a disadvantage!"

Lu Ren secretly shook his head, then unleashed the power of all seven of his Spiritual Apertures. His perfected Fierce Tiger Fist slammed out fiercely.

Boom!

Their fists and palms collided with a deafening roar, causing the very arena to shake.

Swish, swish!

Both figures retreated. Nalan Xin stumbled back over ten steps, while Lu Ren only took two.

Swish!

Before Nalan Xin could regain her footing, Lu Ren took a step forward, leaping like a nimble cat. He pounced forward, appearing before Nalan Xin, and sent her flying with a punch, crashing out of the arena.

"Hahaha, good!"

The Grand Elder's eyes lit up, and he applauded wildly.

Xie Kuang chuckled dryly and said politely, "Elder Meng, your Qingyun Sect has indeed found a treasure. However, saying he has a Divine Bloodline might be a bit presumptuous?"

"In just one month, to cultivate three Human Tier Low-grade Martial Skills to perfection, even a genius with a Sixth-grade Bloodline couldn't achieve that. If it's not a Divine Bloodline, then what is it?"

The Grand Elder chuckled.

"Hmph!"

Xie Kuang snorted coldly. "Then let my sect's Sixth-grade Bloodline spar with your sect's Divine Bloodline and see who is stronger!"

Chu Feiyang could tell that Lu Ren, like himself, had opened seven Spiritual Apertures. The punch that defeated Nalan Xin just now carried significantly more force.

After defeating Nalan Xin, Lu Ren's gaze shifted to Chu Feiyang. "Chu Feiyang, do you dare to fight?"

As these words fell, the crowd was shocked.

No one had expected Lu Ren to challenge Chu Feiyang. This was the Ghost Sword Successor, and becoming the Ghost Sword Successor was no simple matter of just having a Sixth-grade talent.

Chu Feiyang also hadn't expected Lu Ren to dare challenge him publicly. He chuckled, "Alright, wait for you to rest a bit!"

"Okay!"

Lu Ren nodded and began to rest on the stage.

A cup of tea's worth of time 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. "Your Qingyun Sect truly has its schemes. 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'm just a Scrap Bloodline!"

Lu Ren stated.

"Since you're carrying a sword, draw it. Let's see if your swordsmanship is stronger or mine is!"

As his voice fell, Chu Feiyang drew the long sword from behind him. A brilliant sword light erupted, with blade after blade of sword light flashing, engulfing Lu Ren.

Lu Ren drew the Fire Spirit Sword from behind him and, using basic sword techniques, unleashed over a dozen slashes, directly meeting the attack.

Clang, clang, clang!

The two swords clashed furiously, emitting dazzling sparks that obscured their figures, leaving only the scattering of embers visible.

Their swordsmanship clashed, with neither side employing any powerful sword techniques, completely relying on the collision of basic sword forms. The speed was so extreme that a slight misstep could easily lead to death.

The surrounding disciples watched the fierce collision with hidden shock, never imagining that basic sword techniques could be cultivated to such a proficient level.

This didn't seem like a Martial Artist in the Aperture Opening Realm at all.

Even Martial Artists in the Spirit Stream Realm would struggle to display such sword skills.

On the VIP seats, all the elders took a sharp breath.

"It's too unbelievable. I never thought both of them could display basic sword techniques to this extent!"

"Basic sword techniques are nothing more than chopping, slashing, stabbing, and parrying. Only through true, arduous practice can one reach this level!"

"Who will win this battle?"

The surrounding discussions did not affect the two combatants at all; their fight grew more ferocious.

"Ghostly Sword Style, First Form, Iron Cutter!"

Chu Feiyang also hadn't expected Lu Ren's swordsmanship to be so formidable, managing to block his series of attacks. Without further thought, he unleashed a spectacular sword strike.

Lu Ren's brow furrowed. The Fire Spirit Sword in his hand stirred wildly, then condensed into a single point as he met the attack.

Celestial Phenomenon Sword Skill, Second Form, Unbreaking!

Boom!

The Fire Spirit Sword's edge collided fiercely with Chu Feiyang's black iron sword.

Clang!

The sound of metal striking metal rang out, and Chu Feiyang was sent staggering back several steps from the impact.

"Celestial Phenomenon Sword Skill, First Form: Traces in Motion!"

Lu Ren charged forward, his long sword moving like a snake, aiming directly for Chu Feiyang's chest and piercing forward fiercely. The swordplay was uncanny, making it impossible to predict.

"Ghostly Sword Style, Second Form: Shadow Sword!"

Seizing the brief moment, Chu Feiyang swung his black sword repeatedly, sending over a dozen sword shadows to attack madly.

"It's the Shadow Sword from the Ghostly Sword Style! This Chu Feiyang has actually mastered Shadow Sword!"

Yun Qingyao frowned as she witnessed this, her expression extremely solemn.

Although surprised that Lu Ren had mastered two forms of the Celestial Phenomenon Sword Skill, the situation was dire for Lu Ren.

In just a few exchanges, Lu Ren's uncanny sword strike was blocked, followed immediately by several more sword shadows bombarding him.

"Defeat!"

Chu Feiyang's eyes widened in rage, his long sword thrusting faster and faster, with waves of sword shadows engulfing Lu Ren's head.

Clang, clang, clang!

Lu Ren parried the blows repeatedly but found his opponent's strength growing with each strike, exceeding his limit. The Fire Spirit Sword in his hand was directly sent flying.

Lu Ren himself was forced to retreat over a dozen steps.

"You lose!"

Chu Feiyang leaped forward, countless sword shadows converging into a single point as he thrust fiercely at Lu Ren.

"Ghostly Sword Style, Third Form: Melding Sword!"

"Chu Feiyang truly is the Ghost Sword Successor, having mastered Melding Sword at such a young age!"

"Lu Ren is likely to lose this fight!"

"It's already impressive that Lu Ren could last this many rounds!"

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, a dark sword light flashed, and Chu Feiyang's black sword stabbed towards Lu Ren.

At this moment, Lu Ren was disarmed and had no way to dodge; his only option was to meet the attack head-on.

Seeing this, Lu Ren gritted his teeth, took out the Tuoshe Blood Jade from his person, and hurled it fiercely at the incoming sword.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the sword in Chu Feiyang's hand was sent flying, shattering. He himself was forced back repeatedly, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with shock.

During that collision, he felt a strange power invade his body, causing him immense discomfort and inflicting significant internal injuries.

"That's the Tuoshe Blood Jade!"

Chu Feiyang stared intently at the blood jade in Lu Ren's hand, his face etched with horror.