As the last breath faded, Qu Youmeng opened her eyes.
She leaped from the arena, and without hesitation, drew her longsword and charged at Wang Yan from the arena that was almost reduced to ruins.
Beside her, there still lingered the aura of Sword Dao that she hadn't quite managed to conceal.
It was precisely because he had already restrained all his Sword Intent that he had climbed to a level almost close to the peak of the ninth level.
At this moment, no one disturbed them.
Only countless pairs of eyes were fixed on and watching this scene.
A hint of relief flashed in Wang Yan's eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips as he immediately went to greet her.
"Senior brother, be careful."
Qu Youmeng's heart was also filled with excitement.
It's been too long.
She hasn't had a match where she could truly let loose and play her best in far too long.
Now, she is also at the Thearch Realm, and also at the Peak Ninth-Level Sword Intent.
She has finally caught up with Wang Yan Wang Yan is now evenly matched with him, ready for a good, satisfying battle!
Only now have their strength levels finally reached a level playing field.
The others watched the game continue, and no one spoke.
This is the final competition among the Ten Institutes Grand Competition.
There is no time limit.
There were no other disturbances.
The only thing the two players on the field need to do is one thing.
That is, war!
fighting!
No need for further explanation!
Everyone present was extremely excited.
Such a clash of geniuses... could even be described as a once-in-a-millennium event!
They all held their breath, suppressing their hearts that were about to leap out of their chests, and stared intently at the two combatants exchanging blows.
After Qu Youmeng uttered those words, the Spiritual Power in the air rapidly contracted, causing the surrounding space to churn and almost collapse, revealing black cracks.
The space around her sword trembled uncontrollably, as if it were about to be torn apart at any moment.
Above the Thearch Realm, all possess the ability to tear through space.
But this is Eastern Continent.
The space in the Eastern Continent is more stable.
Such a deliberate crack would almost never appear unless intentional.
Moreover, this is the venue for the Ten Institutes Grand Competition, a place where all the top geniuses of the Ten Great Saint Heavens gather!
To prevent Devil Cultivator or monsters from trying to teleport here during the competition and wipe out all the talented individuals here, the Holy Heaven Association has made countless efforts to reinforce this space to an extremely solid level.
But unfortunately...
Qu Youmeng did it.
Even if it's just a faint black line, many Great Emperor simply couldn't shake the space here!
" Sword Intent imbued with the Dao of Space!"
One of the masters of the Immortal-Burying Holy Heaven immediately discerned Qu Youmeng's direction in Sword Dao, and a deeper expression of envy and jealousy appeared on his face.
He couldn't help but look at the Primordial Holy Heaven frequently, feeling a sour feeling in his heart that he couldn't shake off.
Such a good prospect...
How can it belong to the Primordial Holy Heaven?
He wants it too!
Or rather, it's likely that none of the holy masters here would not want it.
Especially...
"This little girl's Sword Intent is truly astonishing."
Many of the holy masters' tones became complicated.
"With the One Sword she's unleashed now, even an ordinary Great Emperor would struggle to withstand it."
"Such monstrous talent! Breaking through in the heat of battle and even improving her Sword Dao —she's practically a born swordsman! In this world, no one is more suited to wielding a sword than her."
"Sigh... such a promising talent, sigh!!"
Jiang Chengzun, who was listening to the Holy Masters' conversation, had a slight change in expression.
He had long since lost interest in caring for his spirit pet.
Now, he stared blankly at the arena, feeling an indescribable anger rising in his chest that he couldn't shake off.
Before this match, he never imagined that he would one day feel such a great sense of defeat!
He originally thought that he was simply no match for Wang Yan.
No matter what, he shouldn't be able to lose to Qu Youmeng.
It's already an extraordinary thing that the Primordial Holy Heaven could produce a Wang Yan. There can't possibly be that many geniuses in the world. Besides Wang Yan, how could there be anyone else who could surpass him, especially since they all appeared in just this one Ten Institutes Grand Competition?
That's impossible.
But...
After witnessing Qu Youmeng's One Sword, he was somewhat frustrated to discover that he was very likely...
I can't take it.
This Sword Intent is truly terrifying...
Wang Yan, is he really capable of...?
Before Jiang Chengzun's thoughts could even take shape, a heavy aura quietly appeared from the overwhelming Sword Qi that almost filled the entire arena, without a sound.
It is as heavy as thick earth, yet as fine as cow's hair.
It originates from nothingness, yet appears remarkably clearly in everyone's perception.
It was like sunlight suddenly appearing through a cloud of dark clouds.
Starting from the smallest things, it gradually dispelled the dark clouds, becoming increasingly dazzling and bright.
It seemed like only a moment had passed.
It felt like a very long time had passed.
A soft, crisp sound was heard.
The sound was like a mirror being shattered.
Immediately afterwards, the Sword Qi on the entire arena vanished in an instant, and all the pressure that had existed disappeared without a trace.
Countless Sword Qi energies and shadows transformed into Spiritual Power, falling like a drizzle, revealing Qu Youmeng's stunned expression not far away, and Wang Yan standing quietly in place, still as he was at the beginning.
He stood there calmly, sword in hand, a smile on his lips, as if he had only used the most ordinary One Sword strike.
Everything vanished.
This scene, witnessed by everyone, left them all deeply shocked.
No one spoke.
No one knew how they should react at that moment.
exaggerate!
That's absolutely outrageous!
They never imagined that someone could do something like this!
Instead of retaliating, Wang Yan used his Sword Intent to directly dispel Qu Youmeng's Sword Intent, entangled Sword Intent neutralized it, and controlled his Spiritual Power with absolute precision, causing the enormous Spiritual Power used by Qu Youmeng to dissipate into a spiritual rain!
Such control, such Sword Dao, is simply too exaggerated, too terrifying!
Some people even couldn't help but have their eyes light up.
They had a premonition.
Perhaps, I am watching the strongest duel in the history of the Ten Institutes Grand Competition!
That's incredible!
That's absolutely phenomenal!
On the arena, Qu Youmeng, who was staring blankly at Wang Yan, finally revealed a helpless smile.
She gently shook her head and exhaled.
"I'm not playing anymore, I admit defeat."
"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother."