The Final: Chu Jichuan Wins

The semi-finals began soon.

In the first match, Chu Jichuan faced off against Jiang Sheng.

"Second Junior Brother, please." Chu Jichuan cupped his hands slightly.

"Senior Brother, be careful!" Jiang Sheng roared, his muscles bulging and his skin glowing with a bronze light, making him look like a Vajra.

With a single step, several fine cracks appeared on the arena. His figure moved like lightning as he rushed towards Chu Jichuan, his fist carrying immense force.

Chu Jichuan remained calm, his hands forming a hand seal, from which a surge of cold air erupted.

"The Ice Seals Ten Thousand Li."

Wherever the cold air passed, the space seemed to freeze.

As Jiang Sheng was enveloped in the cold air, his speed decreased sharply, and a layer of frost formed on his body.

"Break!"

Jiang Sheng roared, his muscles trembled, and all the frost shattered.

He didn't slow down and punched Chu Jichuan in the face.

Chu Jichuan's figure swayed, floating back several feet. At the same time, he flicked his fingertips, sending out ice spikes that struck Jiang Sheng with a clanging sound.

"It's no use!" Jiang Sheng laughed, his body bearing the icicles as he pressed forward relentlessly.

The two took turns attacking and defending; no, Jiang Sheng was the main attacker, Chu Jichuan was the main defender.

However Chu Jichuan's ice Law Technique layered upon layer, constantly weakening Jiang Sheng's speed and power. Although Jiang Sheng's attacks seemed fierce, he could never touch the hem of Chu Jichuan's clothes.

"Senior Brother is wearing down Second Senior Brother," Zhou Tong murmured from the stands.

Sure enough, after a hundred moves, Jiang Sheng's breathing gradually became rapid.

Pushing his physical body to its limit was extremely taxing, and with the constant erosion from the cold air, his speed and strength both decreased significantly.

"That's about it," Chu Jichuan said softly.

He suddenly stopped walking backward and clasped his hands together.

"Ice Soul Locks the Soul."

The pale blue chill instantly gathered, forming chains of ice that coiled around Jiang Sheng from all directions.

"Trying to trap me? Not so easy!" Jiang Sheng roared, unleashing his full power in an attempt to break free of the ice chains.

However, these ice chains contained the rudiments of ice-based Principle, making them incredibly tough. Jiang Sheng struggled several times, but couldn't break free.

Just as he exerted his strength, Chu Jichuan moved and appeared in front of him, lightly touching his chest with a finger.

"Ice Soul Divine Light."

"Bang!"

Jiang Sheng shuddered, his entire body frozen by the cold air, turning him into an ice sculpture as he fell backward.

"I lost." Jiang Sheng's voice came from the ice sculpture, tinged with frustration.

As the chill dissipated and Jiang Sheng regained his freedom, he stretched his limbs and said with a wry smile, "Senior Brother is still as formidable as ever."

"My second junior brother has a strong physique, and it took me quite a bit of effort to overcome him." Chu Jichuan smiled faintly.

Chu Jichuan wins and advances to the final.

In the second semi-final match, Shu Yining faced Zhou Tong.

Soul versus swordsmanship, the unpredictable versus the sharp.

"Fourth Junior Brother, please." Shu Yining smiled slightly, appearing gentle and frail.

"Third Senior Sister, please." Zhou Tong held his longsword, his expression solemn.

He knew very well that attacks on the soul were impossible to defend against, and that a slight mistake could lead to defeat.

When the gong sounded, neither of them immediately made a move.

Zhou Tong Spirit Concentration his mind and spirit, his sword trembling slightly, ready to strike at any moment.

Shu Yining stood still, her eyes calm, with no fluctuation of Spiritual Qi around her.

The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment.

Suddenly, Zhou Tong's eyes glazed over.

Now!

A glint flashed in Shu Yining's eyes, and she launched a soul attack, like an invisible thorn piercing towards Zhou Tong's sea of consciousness.

clang.

A clear, ringing sound of a sword rang out.

Zhou Tong snapped back to his senses, drew his longsword, and unleashed a sharp Sword Qi that shattered the invisible soul attack!

"Hmm?" Shu Yining was slightly surprised. "Guarding the divine with a sword? That's interesting."

"Senior Sister's soul attack is indeed powerful," Zhou Tong said in a deep voice, "But my Dao Heart is not so easily broken either."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and launched an attack.

"Qingyun Nine Swords!"

A series of sharp Sword Qi crisscrossed, forming a net of swords that enveloped Shu Yining.

Shu Yining moved erratically, constantly dodging, while launching repeated soul attacks to disrupt Zhou Tong's mind.

But Zhou Tong remained steadfast, his swordplay unwavering, and his attacks grew increasingly fierce.

"The sharpness of the sword is inherently meant to slay demons and dispel illusions. Third Junior Sister's soul attack will be less effective against sword cultivators with unwavering resolve," Fang Hexuan commented, stroking his beard from the main viewing platform.

Li Yunjing nodded. "Zhou Tong is steady and has a good potential."

The battle lasted for over a hundred rounds.

Shu Yining's soul attacks were repeatedly neutralized by Zhou Tong's Sword Intent, while Zhou Tong's Sword Qi grew stronger and stronger, gradually suppressing the situation.

Finally, Zhou Tong seized an opening and forced Shu Yining back with a single sword strike, the tip of his sword stopping three inches from her throat.

"Senior sister, you flatter me."

Shu Yining gave a wry smile, "Fourth Junior Brother's Swordsmanship has improved so much, I've lost."

Zhou Tong has advanced to the finals.

In the final, Chu Jichuan faced Zhou Tong.

The Ice Element Principle are against the Qingyun Sword; the eldest disciple is against the fourth disciple.

"Fourth Junior Brother, go all out," Chu Jichuan said calmly, a chilling aura slowly rising from his body.

"Be careful, Senior Brother!" Zhou Tong pointed his longsword diagonally, his Sword Intent soaring to the sky.

clang.

The final match begins.

Zhou Tong made the first move, unleashing the Qingyun Swordsmanship, his Sword Qi energy crisscrossing like a storm as he attacked Chu Jichuan.

The sharp Sword Qi carried a piercing edge that Rend Space, making it suffocating.

Chu Jichuan remained calm and composed, his hands moving to create walls of ice that blocked his path.

Ding ding ding.

The Sword Qi struck the ice wall, sending countless ice shards flying.

The ice wall shattered and solidified repeatedly, yet it consistently blocked all the Sword Qi.

"No matter how thick the ice wall is, it will eventually be breached!" Zhou Tong shouted, and his sword stance changed.

"Qingyun One Sword!"

All the Sword Qi converged into one, like a dazzling rainbow, slashing towards Chu Jichuan.

This sword strike embodied all his power and Sword Intent.

Chu Jichuan's expression hardened slightly, and he clasped his hands together.

"Ten Thousand Years Cold Crystal."

The icy energy gathered wildly, forming a huge, deep blue ice crystal in front of him. It was crystal clear, yet contained terrifying cold energy and the Power of Principle.

Bang!

The Sword Qi struck the ice crystals, producing a deafening roar.

The entire arena shook violently, and the defensive array shone brightly.

The shockwave spread outwards, making it impossible for the disciples in the stands to open their eyes.

As the smoke cleared, everyone looked closely.

A deep sword mark appeared on the ice crystal, but it ultimately did not shatter.

Zhou Tong's face turned slightly pale; this sword strike had exhausted most of his Spiritual Qi.

"It's my turn," Chu Jichuan's calm voice rang out.

He moved swiftly, transforming into a streak of blue light as he rushed towards Zhou Tong.

At the same time, his hands continuously formed hand seals, unleashing a continuous stream of ice Law Technique, and the chill grew stronger and stronger.

Zhou Tong gritted his teeth and swung his sword to defend, but the cold air continued to erode his body, slowing him down and freezing his fingers.

Gradually, his Swordsmanship became slower and slower, and his openings became more and more numerous.

Chu Jichuan seized the opportunity and tapped his fingertip.

"Ice Soul Divine Light!"

A beam of extremely concentrated blue light shot out, as fast as lightning.

Zhou Tong swung his sword with all his might to block.

"Bite!"

The longsword collided with the divine light, and Zhou Tong let out a muffled groan. The longsword was instantly frozen, and the cold air spread from the blade to his arm.

With a snap, the longsword broke.

Chu Jichuan's finger stopped in front of his brow.

You lost.

Zhou Tong gave a wry smile and sheathed his broken sword, "Senior Brother's strength is extraordinary; I am completely convinced."

The elder referee announced loudly, "In the Dao Realm group final, Chu Jichuan wins! He is the first place winner in the Dao Realm group!"