In the first round of the semifinals, two names lit up side by side on the screen.
[ Han Xuanji, Hui Feng ]
The atmosphere at the entire Supreme Qian Dao Arena suddenly became subtle.
In the previous round, Hui Feng eliminated Ying Yuan, the second seed of the Sacred Court, and in this round, they will face the first seed of the Sacred Court.
Many people whispered among themselves, saying that this fortune was truly a cruel twist of fate.
Some people felt sorry for Hui Feng, after all, Han Xuanji had shown great strength before, and although Hui Feng made it into the top four, the opponents he faced were indeed Han Xuanji's defeated opponents.
Of course, most people present were unaware that the two actually knew each other, and even had a good relationship.
That was a friendship forged in childhood; compared to adding to someone's success, offering help in times of need is naturally more appreciated.
On the high platform of the Sacred Court, the most conflicted people now are none other than the elders of the Ying Household family.
They wanted to see Han Xuanji lose, but they also didn't want to see Hui Feng win.
After all, Hui Feng advanced by Ying Yuan. If Hui Feng were to defeat Han Xuanji as well, wouldn't that mean Ying Yuan's loss was not unjust, and that even Han Xuanji was nothing special?
But Han Xuanji represents the Sacred Court and is currently Sacred Court only contestant. No matter what, she couldn't possibly want the Sacred Court to lose like this.
Turning to and fro, I'm caught in a bind, neither side willing to listen to anyone.
Several clan elders sat there with ashen faces, ultimately forced to accept the situation. After all, Han Xuanji represented the Sacred Court Sacred Court and was its last hope; who else could they support if not him?
Of course, Han Xuanji didn't care whether these people supported her or not.
The two rose at the same time and stepped onto the battlefield.
The decisive battleground this time is a floating island above a sea of clouds. The island has streams and grasslands, but there is no sign of any living creatures.
The scenery is beautiful and tranquil, a world specially created for this duel.
However, neither of them was in the mood to appreciate the scenery.
They stood facing each other from afar. Although they were far apart, with the eyesight of the Eternal True God, they could still see each other's familiar faces very clearly, and both felt an indescribable emotion.
"It doesn't seem like long ago that we last met."
Hui Feng spoke first, inexplicably feeling nostalgic for the past.
Back at the Nine Mysteries Holy Lord's disciple-acceptance ceremony, Han Xuanji helped Hui Feng out of a predicament. Although he didn't say much, Gray Wind always remembered Han Xuanji's kindness.
He paused, glanced around at the floating island beneath his feet and the sea of clouds in the distance, seemingly admiring the beautiful scenery, not in a hurry to take action:
"Honestly, I never dreamed back then that one day I would be standing in the semi-finals of the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, facing you."
Han Xuanji smiled too.
Who would have thought?
After all, it was their first meeting. He had only recently transcended the world and knew almost nothing about the Eternal Continent. Hui Feng was the first friend he had met and also a chosen one.
Who could have imagined that this chosen one would reach this point in such a short time?
To be honest, Han Xuanji initially thought that there were many such chosen ones in the Eternal Continent, only to later discover that it was simply an arrangement of fate.
Therefore, today's the Unseen may have been preordained.
Han Xuanji, however, did not believe he would lose. So what if his opponent was a born king favored by destiny?
"I didn't expect that either."
Han Xuanji's tone was calm, but her eyes held a rare gentleness:
"But now that things have come to this, neither side will give way."
"That's natural."
Hui Feng stopped laughing and said seriously:
I know I might not be a match for you, but I won't admit defeat, nor will I hold back.
Go all out and don't hold back.
Then he said jokingly:
"I'm very resilient."
Upon hearing this, Han Xuanji's expression turned strange.
It's really durable.
However, as he said, neither side would give way to the other, since he had promised the Immeasurable Saint Emperor that he would go all out, and naturally he would not break his promise.
Moreover, against an opponent like Hui Feng, there's no way to hold back even if you wanted to.
He still hasn't figured out a good way to win this match.
The Unfettered Ultra Instinct Technique enhances his strength, speed, and reflexes, but against Hui Feng's Eternal Indestructible Physique form, this attack might still not be fatal.
After all, he didn't know exactly how the battlefield restrictions were determined.
If the opponent stubbornly refuses to Undying, his use of the Unfettered Ultra Instinct Technique will be extremely taxing, and if he fails to break through after a prolonged attack, he may be dragged into a war of attrition, repeating the fate of Ying Yuan.
"Bring it on."
Han Xuanji raised his hand, ready to attack.
In the past, others were the ones testing his limits; now the roles are reversed, and he wants to test the depths of this Eternal Indestructible Physique.
Han Xuanji did not rashly use the Unfettered Ultra Instinct Technique, after all, his speed and strength under normal conditions were already far beyond what cultivators of the same realm could match.
Even for a top-tier body-refining cultivator like Ying Yuan, his physical body in its normal state is still inferior to his.
After all, his current physique is extremely special, being the superposition of multiple top-tier physiques.
Just as Han Xuanji had predicted, even in his normal state, Hui Feng was still inferior to him.
His figure moved through the gaps like a fish, not simply due to speed, but by utilizing the mysteries of spacetime, making him almost impossible to react to.
But the Hui Feng doesn't need to react either.
Whether it was a palm strike powerful enough to shatter mountains or Sword Qi capable of cutting through space, it could only leave a faint white mark on Hui Feng's golden skin.
Hui Feng's fighting style is simple and brutal: he uses his Imperishable body to withstand everything.
This is actually similar to Han Xuanji's previous fighting style.
However, Han Xuanji usually used brute force to overcome all methods, directly crushing them.
After all, cultivators have too many methods; if one were to study them one by one, it would take a lifetime to finish.
The simplest method, of course, is to overcome everything with absolute power.
"This is the sharpest spear against the strongest shield."
On a high platform, a powerful figure with an unfathomable aura spoke frankly.
Those nearby were shocked by his remarks.
The person who spoke these words was a terrifying being from the Great Brahma Ancestral Pavilion, a powerful being at the Saint King level.
From his perspective, there was absolutely no need for him to flatter the Eternal Chamber of Commerce and the Sacred Court.
In other words, these were the heartfelt words of this powerful figure.
Who will win in the end?
Some members of the Eternal Chamber of Commerce were also worried about Hui Feng.
As the guide for Hui Feng, the Yaoguang City said in a deep voice:
"If Han Xuanji cannot find a weakness, Hui Feng will not lose."
As the one who discovered Hui Feng, he was naturally aware of Hui Feng's potential.
Getting to this point wasn't just a matter of luck.
In his view, as long as Hui Feng can play to his strengths, he will not lose to anyone.
"This child is indeed extraordinary; the Xuanji is troublesome."
The Immeasurable Saint Emperor also spoke calmly, the dark light in his eyes seeming to see through everything in the world.
Hearing that even the Immeasurable Saint Emperor had said so, the Saint Venerable Wangdao felt a sudden surge of joy.
He knew how powerful the Immeasurable Saint Emperor was. Although the other party hadn't cultivated for as long as him, his strength and insight were far superior to his own.
Several years ago, the Immeasurable Saint Emperor was also a participant in the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet.
His class also produced countless outstanding talents.
But no one was a match for the young Saint Emperor. Even his opponent in the finals didn't think he had any hope of winning before the match.
The Saint Venerable Wangdao thought to himself:
" Han Xuanji, that's enough. It's time to lose."
He almost burst out laughing, but he held it back.
I feel that today might very well be the most beautiful day in the last ten thousand years.