"It seems today’s match is unlikely to yield a victor." Wei Daoyuan suddenly halted his steps, coldly gazing at Xu Ruoyun the monk.
Xu Ruoyun the monk smiled faintly: "Master Wei, your words are mistaken. In the art of dueling, it’s all about knowing when to stop. We’ve already sparred for quite a while today; it’s time to bring this duel to an end."
As he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, and an intense radiance suddenly erupted around him. Five fingers simultaneously pointed at Wei Daoyuan, and five beams of light merged into one, forming a colossal sword of light that struck toward Wei Daoyuan.
Seeing the dire situation, Wei Daoyuan urgently swung his Black Mist Sword to block the incoming attack. However, the power of the light sword was unimaginable—it directly disarmed him, sending his sword flying away.
"Ah!" Wei Daoyuan let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground. A deep gash had been cut across his chest by the light sword, blood flowing profusely.
"I appreciate your concessions." Xu Ruoyun the monk withdrew his cultivation technique, approached Wei Daoyuan, and reached out to help him up.
Wei Daoyuan gritted his teeth as he glared at Xu Ruoyun the monk: "Today’s defeat—I will forever remember. Someday, I will reclaim my honor!"
"Amitabha, this humble monk is always ready to oblige." Xu Ruoyun the monk smiled faintly and turned to leave the dueling arena.
This exchange left everyone present stunned in awe. Xu Ruoyun the monk’s strength was indeed unparalleled, yet Wei Daoyuan was by no means lacking in skill. The duel between the two was captivating, leaving the audience deeply impressed.
However, at that very moment, Jiang Yichen suddenly stood up: "Wait! This duel isn’t over yet!"
All eyes turned to him, their faces filled with confusion. Jiang Yichen took a deep breath and stepped into the center of the arena: "Master Xu Ruoyun, I wish to seek some pointers from you."
Xu Ruoyun the monk looked at Jiang Yichen, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes: "Very well, since Master Jiang has such a desire, this humble monk will happily oblige."
After speaking, he returned to the arena, standing opposite Jiang Yichen. Their gazes collided in mid-air, as if invisible sparks were igniting between them.
Jiang Yichen knew he wasn’t Xu Ruoyun the monk’s equal, but he still wanted to give it a try. He unleashed his inner strength, striking out at Xu Ruoyun with a palm. Although his technique was simple, it carried endless power within.
Xu Ruoyun the monk smiled faintly, lightly flicking his right index finger to dissolve Jiang Yichen’s palm force into nothingness. His movements were graceful and elegant, like a master imparting wisdom to a junior.
Jiang Yichen was utterly shocked. He realized the vast gulf between him and Xu Ruoyun the monk. Yet, he showed no intention of backing down; instead, he attacked with even greater determination.
In the ensuing moments, Jiang Yichen and Xu Ruoyun the monk engaged in an intense bout. Though Jiang Yichen was repeatedly thwarted, he persisted relentlessly with his attacks. His eyes shone with unwavering resolve, as if he was infusing every strike with his convictions and determination.
Xu Ruoyun the monk, on the other hand, maintained a calm and composed demeanor, effortlessly neutralizing Jiang Yichen’s offenses with impeccable timing. His mastery of martial arts left all who witnessed it in deep admiration.
As time wore on, Jiang Yichen began to feel fatigue. Most of his inner strength had been depleted, while Xu Ruoyun the monk stood still, unperturbed.
He knew he’d lost this challenge and decided not to press on, preserving his dignity.
Jiang Yichen ceased his assault and bowed respectfully toward Xu Ruoyun the monk: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."
Xu Ruoyun the monk gave a faint smile: "Master Jiang, no need for such courtesy."
It was clear to the onlookers that Jiang Yichen was no match for Xu Ruoyun. Yet, as the arena was Jiang Yichen’s domain, he had shielded it from external spectatorship, leaving the duel visible to none.
Atop the Lingxiao Peak, the secret realm dueling entered a new climax. The upcoming match would draw even more attention—Ji Xuri of the Ji family versus Prince Jin Huang of the Golden Country.
Ji Xuri, a prodigious youth renowned across the land, had reached the Fourth Level of the Sea Floor Realm in his cultivation. Whenever he unleashed his cultivation technique, an extraordinary phenomenon of "a bright sun rising over the sea" would manifest, dazzlingly magnificent, as if gilding the entire secret realm in golden light.
Prince Jin Huang, meanwhile, was a formidable hero of the Golden Country. Though his cultivation was only at the Second Level of the Sea Floor Realm, his Golden Thirteen Fists were feared far and wide. This fist skill could produce golden fists and shadows, even distorting space, leaving opponents defenseless. Furthermore, his golden robe served as a protective shield reputedly capable of withstanding most attacks in the Sea Floor Realm.
On the dueling arena, the two faced off, tension mounting to its peak.
"Ji Xuri, your reputation precedes you, but today, I, Jin Huang, will show you the true might of gold!" Prince Jin Huang said coldly, his golden fists clenched tightly, ready to strike.
Ji Xuri smiled faintly, his demeanor composed: "Prince Jin Huang, I’ve long heard of your illustrious name. However, this dueling arena may not be fit for you."
Before his voice had faded, Ji Xuri moved like a rising sun, radiant and boundless. His palm technique contained endless power, seeming to envelop the entire arena in his brilliance.
Prince Jin Huang was unyielding, launching consecutive attacks with his Golden Thirteen Fists. Golden fists and shadows intertwined in mid-air, forming a breathtaking spectacle. Yet, every time his fists neared Ji Xuri, they were effortlessly dissolved by the sun-like radiance.
Time passed amidst the fierce duel, and the spectators watched intently, their lively discussions rippling through the crowd.
"Ji Xuri is remarkable; his technique’s phenomena are utterly mesmerizing!"
"Absolutely, that ’sun rising over the sea’ phenomenon is blindingly overwhelming!"
Gu Sheng, standing among the audience, gazed keenly at the arena: "Ji Xuri is undeniably outstanding, but his opponent is no pushover. This match will be worth watching."
At that moment, the Shaking Light Saintess approached, overhearing Gu Sheng’s remarks. With a light scoff, she said, "Gu Sheng, you seem rather perceptive. But if you were up there, I doubt you’d last even a single punch from Prince Jin Huang."
Gu Sheng smiled indifferently: "Saintess, you’re jesting. I’m naturally no match for them. But isn’t spectating part of the enjoyment?"
The Shaking Light Saintess said no more but flashed a hint of disdain in her eyes.
In the arena, Ji Xuri and Prince Jin Huang’s duel had entered its most intense phase. Ji Xuri’s technique phenomena grew increasingly powerful, as if the entire Lingxiao Peak was enveloped by his brilliance. Meanwhile, Prince Jin Huang refused to fall behind; his Golden Thirteen Fists struck with incredible force, distorting space with each blow.
Over time, Prince Jin Huang began to show signs of fatigue. Though his Golden Thirteen Fists was immensely powerful, it consumed significant energy. In contrast, Ji Xuri’s radiance seemed infinite, lighting up the entire arena.
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In a fierce collision, Prince Jin Huang’s movement paused, revealing a flaw. Ji Xuri seized the opportunity, striking Prince Jin Huang’s chest with a powerful palm.
"Ah!" Prince Jin Huang spat out blood and collapsed to the ground.
"Prince Jin Huang has lost!" the spectators exclaimed in shock.
Ji Xuri withdrew his technique, stepped forward, and helped Prince Jin Huang up: "Your Highness, your humility is appreciated."
Prince Jin Huang wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Ji Xuri, I’ve lost. Your technique truly is extraordinary—I admit defeat."
With that, he left the arena, leaving behind a crowd that buzzed with astonishment and a smiling Ji Xuri. The outcome of this duel had exceeded everyone’s expectations, further underscoring Ji Xuri’s formidable prowess.
Gu Sheng gazed at Ji Xuri in the arena, his heart filled with admiration: "Ji Xuri is indeed an exceptional figure; his technique’s phenomena and cultivation leave one in awe."
The Shaking Light Saintess glanced at Gu Sheng: "What? Do you wish to become like him?"
Gu Sheng shook his head: "Everyone has their own path. I only wish to walk mine." He turned away, leaving behind a contemplative Shaking Light Saintess and a still-bustling arena.