Chu Li was furious, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.
He ripped off his clothes, revealing a powerful, muscular back, and then suddenly pulled his hands apart in mid-air.
At the same time, countless phantoms filled with Desolate Ancient aura instantly rose and floated into the air behind him. Saint Art flowed and sublimated, and blood shadows overlapped, making Chu Li, who was bathed in the phantoms, look like a war god.
His eyes regained their arrogant, condescending look, and he scoffed contemptuously:
"Do you really think I can't kill you?"
Gazing at this astonishing scene, many people widened their eyes, swallowing hard in utter disbelief.
"This... I'm not seeing things, am I?"
"It's actually the Great Slaughter Technique of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven!"
" Chu Li actually mastered even this? This is the number one genius of the Desolate Ancient era..."
"Such terrifying talent! Just looking at it gives me the creeps. Wang Yan is in trouble now."
When the students of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven saw Chu Li finally use this move, their morale soared even higher. The cold smile on their lips froze into a line, and their eyes revealed a deep sense of satisfaction.
"Senior Brother Chu has finally decided not to delay any longer."
"That's how it should be! Let them see the power of our Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven!"
"To be able to force Senior Brother Chu to this point and even use such a Secret Technique, this Wang Yan has every reason to be proud. Even if he loses to Senior Brother later, his performance in this arena will be something he can boast about in the future."
"Senior Brother Chu originally intended to save this trump card to deal with Jiang Chengzun... Hmph! Fine, let these guys see that the geniuses of our Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven are absolutely no less than anyone else!"
On the arena, Chu Li's aura had surged dramatically, completely different from his previous appearance. He was like a killing god, fierce and ruthless, charging towards Wang Yan.
However, Wang Yan simply watched quietly.
" Desolate Ancient Saint Art...?"
He murmured softly, without taking a single step back. He flipped his wrist and gripped the longsword at his side. With a dragon's roar, he completely drew the sword that had never been unsheathed.
He didn't make any exaggerated movements; he simply raised his longsword, and wisps of dark flames instantly wrapped around his arm, spreading along his palm to the blade.
At this moment, the Spiritual Power energy seemed to vanish into nothingness, ignited by flames, and exuded a chilling, eerie aura.
He stepped forward and swung his sword horizontally.
Just One Sword.
Amidst the astonished, shocked, bewildered, and stunned gazes of the crowd, the Desolate Ancient phantom that almost covered the entire arena instantly collided with streaks of chilling Sword Qi.
Immediately afterwards, as if a mirror had shattered, all the illusory images in the sky were torn apart, severed, and turned into nothingness in an instant, returning to the silence of a moment, becoming fragments shimmering with spiritual light, and returning to heaven and earth.
Chu Li, on the other hand, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward and crashing out of the arena.
At this moment, his Saint Art was shattered, and the Spiritual Power protecting him was also destroyed by the backlash along with the Saint Art. Sword Qi enveloped him, and countless sword shadows tore apart his pride, leaving him covered in blood and in a state of utter disarray.
But what Chu Li found even more unacceptable was the edge of the arena, so close yet so far away.
He was not unconscious.
Instead, he fell off the stage, bracing himself on the ground, staring intently at the figure on the stage and the stone steps of the stage, his eyes filled with an almost tangible resentment and astonishment.
Wang Yan slightly raised her eyes to meet his gaze, but instead of mocking him, she spoke calmly, saying just one sentence.
"I told you, I would draw my sword."
Will draw a sword...
Draw your sword...
It wasn't until this moment, staring blankly at Wang Yan, that Chu Li suddenly understood the meaning behind Wang Yan's words before the competition began.
It contained no threat, nor was it rampant; it was merely a simple statement...
remind.
The simplest and most basic reminder.
The others around were even more shocked as they watched this scene, their inner turmoil reaching its peak.
Chu Li...
They actually lost?
"Yes, I must have misread it?"
"Quick, pinch me! How could I have seen Wang Yan of the Primordial Holy Heaven fight against Chu Li, the number one of the Ten Saints of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven, and Chu Li lose in the end?"
"Really... Wang Yan is actually stronger than Chu Li?"
"He was actually pretending to be weak all along!?"
"How terrifying! Could this person be targeting Jiang Chengzun directly? That old dean of the Primordial Holy Heaven is truly cunning! He's managed to suppress such a prodigy until now."
"Hiss... I have a feeling that the final rankings of this Ten Institutes Grand Competition will definitely surprise everyone!"
Not only were the students discussing it amongst themselves, but even the Holy Masters of Holy Heaven, watching this scene, felt a sense of absurdity, wondering if they had fallen into an illusionary formation.
Some people, shocked, couldn't help but sigh.
" The Primordial Holy Heaven... This time, it's truly extraordinary."
"Yes, who can disagree? Their prodigy actually managed to surpass even the number one prodigy of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven. Tsk... truly, he's a man of few words, but when he speaks, he astounds everyone."
"You know what, this year, the Primordial Holy Heaven might not actually be at the bottom anymore."
The crowd's discussions did not cause any trouble for Wang Yan.
He glanced indifferently at Chu Li lying on the ground.
Then, without hesitation, he turned and left the ring.
The fighting has ended.
He needs to take a short break to get himself back into peak condition so he can fully prepare for the new challenges ahead.
Wang Yan would not underestimate either Shangguan Jue or Jiang Chengzun.
Given his steady and pragmatic nature, he must have put in an immense amount of preparation and effort to deal with the situation.
Chu Li's reign ends, a newcomer takes the stage, and the challenge continues.
However, even though Chu Li's battle with Wang Yan had ended, the aftershocks of the fight still lingered. Many people were excited and whispering about what they had just witnessed.
The third round of the competition is also progressing rapidly.
The Ten Saints talents of the Holy Heaven took to the stage one by one.
Whether they win or lose, they will have to wait for the next match after these two rounds.
As the competition progressed to the very end, everyone finally focused their attention on the two most important figures in this Ten Institutes Grand Competition.
Jiang Chengzun.
Shangguan Jue.
Shangguan Jue was not aloof or cold-hearted. Although he was arrogant, he was like a flamboyant lion, sitting in his seat with one leg curled up and his chin slightly raised as he surveyed his surroundings.
Opposite him stood Jiang Chengzun.
The young man in white pursed his thin lips, sitting quietly and obediently in his seat, idly stroking the beautiful, snow-white snow fox in his arms.
A white cloak draped over his back, enveloping his slightly thin frame.
He didn't look up at anyone.
Yet no one can ignore him.
These two were clearly a level above the other prodigies. They sat there quietly, needing not to say a word, yet they were enough to draw all eyes to them.
As the competition progressed, with another person losing on the stage, the victor Qu Youmeng, gently flicked the tip of her sword and looked down.
Her gaze met Wang Yan's.
His gaze then swept over Shangguan Jue and Jiang Chengzun beside him.
Things have come to this.
Now, in the third round, only the final four players remain.
It was the four of them.
The winner will emerge from among them!