Within the stone forest.
Nine flying swords swirled and danced, their Space-Slashing Sword Intent cleaving through the void to its limit, causing fine spatial cracks to appear continuously in the void—the marks left by the Sword Intent cutting through the void.
The white figure darted and weaved, pushing its Movement Method to the limit, moving left and right, forward and backward through the stone forest, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
Each thrust of the sword carried a bizarre trajectory that seemed to fold space itself, making it impossible to defend against.
Ling Cang hadn't gone all out like this in a long time.
Han Xuanji fought and retreated, his Cold Chi Sword seemingly passively parrying, but in reality, he blocked each attack with perfect precision. Even when his skin was occasionally cut, not a drop of blood flowed out, and it healed instantly.
This terrifying regenerative ability left Ling Cang speechless.
How is he supposed to play now?
The opponent's utterly unreasonable speed and strength, coupled with his terrifying regenerative ability, made it seem as if his Sword Dao was futile, no matter how high his skill level was.
Unlike Ling Cang, Han Xuanji was in a good mood.
Ling Cang's Space-Slashing Sword Intent is based on the Space Dao Principles, fusing Sword Dao and Space Principle into one, making it far more powerful than ordinary True Intention of Sword Dao.
Having fought along the way, Han Xuanji had grasped most of the essence of the techniques.
outside world.
So fast, so dangerous, so fierce!
This was the unanimous feeling of the spectators in the stands.
On the screen of light, two figures weaved and intertwined through the stone forest, their swords flashing like a tapestry, dazzling the eyes.
Han Xuanji's sword was as steady as a mountain, each strike seemingly slow but actually fast.
Ling Cang's sword was as sharp as the wind, each strike carrying the eerie power to cut through space.
The shockwaves from their collision snapped off the surrounding stone pillars one by one, sending rubble flying and dust billowing everywhere.
"So intense! This is what the quarterfinals should be like!"
" Ling Cang is indeed amazing. Han Xuanji's previous opponents were all defeated with a single punch, but he's the only one who's lasted this long!"
" Han Xuanji is no less impressive. Look at his sword moves; they're effortless and graceful, clearly demonstrating mastery of Sword Dao. Who would have thought he also knew Sword Dao?"
"Now the question is, who will win between these two? They seem evenly matched."
On the high platform, Elder Meng's gaze remained calm, but a subtle expression lurked deep within his eyes.
With the eyesight of Eternal Sage, he naturally saw things more clearly than anyone else.
The battle on the light screen appeared intense and fierce, but in reality, the outcome was already decided.
Han Xuanji's swordplay was effortless and controlled, with each move executed with ease.
In contrast, Ling Cang, though his attacks were fierce, was already showing signs of fatigue.
His Sword Intent was not as sharp as it had been at the beginning, his Movement Method were not as fluid, and even the coordination of the nine flying swords showed a slight lag.
This is not a close contest; rather, one side is engaging in a sparring match with the other.
Elder Meng picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and pondered silently.
What is Han Xuanji doing?
With his skill, he could easily have won the game with a single sword strike, just like in the previous matches.
Why waste so much time with Ling Cang?
Is it for studying?
The thought flashed through his mind, and Elder Meng's brow twitched slightly.
Indeed, practice makes perfect.
Han Xuanji was taking advantage of the opportunity to fight Ling Cang to observe the True Intention of Sword Dao.
This child's character is truly remarkable.
He is calm and composed, neither arrogant nor discouraged, displaying the demeanor of a great general.
In the stone forest, Ling Cang gradually sensed that something was amiss.
He has given it his all.
Space-Slashing Sword Intent" to its limit, pouring all his life's learning into each strike, and each move carried the posture of fighting for his life.
Han Xuanji calmly accepted his sword, his expression remaining unchanged throughout.
Calm and composed, even with a hint of... lingering satisfaction?
Ling Cang's heart sank.
An unprecedented sense of loss rose from the bottom of my heart.
Since embarking on the path of Sword Dao, Ling Cang had never felt this way before.
He had encountered opponents stronger than him, opponents who had given him a hard time, but these people were either many times older than him or had cultivation levels far exceeding his.
He had never encountered anyone at the same level who put so much pressure on him.
He didn't even know where Han Xuanji's strength limit lay, because the other party never seemed to be serious.
This kind of disappointment is more terrifying than a simple failure.
The Sword Intent has weakened.
Han Xuanji immediately noticed the change in Ling Cang's State of Mind, which manifested in his Sword Dao as a sudden decrease in the sharpness of his Sword Intent.
Those sword lights that were originally cutting through the void now became hesitant and sluggish.
Han Xuanji sighed inwardly.
He knew he couldn't go on like this.
He has already grasped the true meaning of Ling Cang's True Intention of Sword Dao.
With his exceptional comprehension and prior Sword Dao foundation, he had thoroughly grasped the essence of the Space-Slashing Sword Intent in this exchange.
The fusion of space and Sword Dao, the application of cutting and folding, and the profound Daoist principles were dismantled, reassembled, and digested in his mind.
Although it wasn't my own path, its value was already enough.
We can't push them any further; if we continue fighting, Ling Cang's Dao Heart might be damaged.
Han Xuanji sheathed his sword and retreated, creating distance between them.
Ling Cang paused slightly, stopped what he was doing, and looked at him, panting.
Ling Cang.
Han Xuanji spoke, her tone calm:
"Your Sword Dao is very strong."
Ling Cang didn't speak, he just looked at him.
I feel like Han Xuanji is mocking his Sword Dao for being weak and ineffective!
"The final move will decide the winner."
Han Xuanji gripped the Cold Chi tightly, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground:
"You give it your all, and I won't hold back either."
Ling Cang was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
There was no bitterness or resentment in that smile, only a sense of relief.
He took a deep breath, clearing his mind of distractions, and his gaze became firm again.
"Good."
Nine flying swords were arranged in a long, straight line in front of him, their blades gleaming brightly.
Ling Cang formed hand seals, pouring all his spiritual power, Dao Principles, and Sword Intent into them.
In the void, countless fine spatial cracks spread around him, as if even heaven and earth were making way for this sword strike.
" Space Severing - Nine Swords Return to One"
The nine flying swords merged into one, transforming into a massive silver-white sword light, carrying an all-slicing sharpness, and slashed down towards Han Xuanji.
Han Xuanji looked at the sword light and nodded slightly.
That makes sense now; the Sword Intent has not only returned to its peak, but seems to have even advanced further.
He raised the Cold Chi in his hand, its blade shimmering with pale golden light, filled with the Power of Mystic Heaven.
He didn't use any advanced sword techniques, just a simple move.
Starfall Swordsmanship, First Form: Falling Star.
In the Immortal Realm realm, a single sword strike from him was enough to cleave Tianxing.
On the Eternal Continent, he rarely used his sword and could not truly Falling Star.
But he was also confident in the power of this move.
The sword was drawn, like a meteor falling to the ground.
It's not about overwhelming skill, nor is it about restraining the principles of Dao Principles.
This is a force that can only be described as domineering.
The Power of Mystic Heaven combined with the terrifying physical strength made the power of this sword strike reach an unbelievable level.
Like a meteorite falling from the sky, it doesn't need any fancy trajectory; its sheer mass and speed are enough to destroy everything.
boom--
The swords clashed, unleashing a blinding flash of light.
The silvery-white sword light was like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun, quickly annihilated before the golden sword light.
Ling Cang's full-force sword strike couldn't even withstand a single breath in front of Han Xuanji.
A white light enveloped Ling Cang.
Before he was teleported away, he heard Han Xuanji's voice.
"You're very strong, but you've met your match."
Ling Cang closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips.
The loss was not unjust.