Chapter 297: One Sword, Innate Divine Skill!

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: One Sword, Innate Divine Skill!

As the voice of Great Elder Qin Yun fell, the Ten Disciples Competition began with a stunning opening.

The refereeing elders at each arena started drawing lots, arranging disciples to face off.

Countless gazes focused intently on Luo Cheng and Qi Guyun, their expressions fervent.

Qi Guyun, Chief Disciple of the Outer Sect! He could be considered the king of the younger generation of the Outer Sect! Moments ago, from hundreds of steps away, he forced Luo Cheng back with one sword strike—unstoppable!

That sword strike was clearly not even his true strength; as for his real power, no one knows!

As for Luo Cheng, he is the biggest dark horse in this year’s Outer Sect tournament, defying all expectations and advancing unscathed with no losses!

The most astonishing aspect is that whenever people think he’s reached his limit, he shatters it—and he even instantly defeated Ren Xiaoguang, ranked 14th on the Top Hundred List!

This has led some to suspect that his true strength is far beyond what has been revealed!

The aura surrounding the two has drawn countless attention!

What’s more, the two have agreed to a life-and-death duel!

The crowd eagerly anticipates their clash in the arena, wanting to witness the collision of the Outer Sect’s king and the strongest dark horse!

Unfortunately, the two did not meet in the first round of duels.

Luo Cheng’s opponent was Chen Lingyu.

Chen Lingyu decisively conceded.

Qi Guyun’s opponent was Han Feiyu, ranked last among the Ten Disciples.

Han Feiyu, contrary to everyone’s expectations, did not concede and ascended the stage at almost the same time as Qi Guyun.

“You’re strong! But defeating me won’t be that easy!”

Han Feiyu stared at Qi Guyun, his expression solemn.

“One sword!”

Qi Guyun drew his sword, his tone cold and domineering.

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On ordinary days, he might indulge in playing around; now, however, he only wished to vent out his pent-up fury.

“One sword!”

Han Feiyu’s face darkened.

He was, after all, one of the Ten Disciples, yet he was being belittled like this—even by the Chief Disciple. His arrogance was too much!

“I’d like to see how you’ll defeat me with one sword.”

With a cold shout, Han Feiyu immediately unleashed his Martial Soul—a peculiar emerald-green bird glimmering with seven stars soared upwards, causing his momentum to surge rapidly.

“Sword Waterfall!”

Qi Guyun had no intention of wasting time. His eyes sharpened, and he unleashed a fierce strike.

Boom!

With one sword, the calm air was whipped into a frenzy, torn to its limits. The entire arena howled with sword wind and Sword Qi!

Han Feiyu’s face changed drastically. That one strike felt like a sword mountain crushing toward him—inescapable, unstoppable!

“Covering the Sea Palm!”

With an enraged shout, Han Feiyu thrust both palms forward, releasing a palm force akin to surging waves, overwhelming everything. The surrounding areas of the arena crackled and began to collapse.

Boom!

The wave-like palm force collided with the Sword Qi.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the palm force was instantly torn apart. Han Feiyu was flung out of the arena, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a long gash running down his left arm.

Humph!

Qi Guyun glanced coldly at Han Feiyu before shifting his gaze to Luo Cheng, letting out a disdainful grunt, and turning off the stage.

“So strong—he defeated Han Feiyu with one sword!”

“As expected of the Chief Disciple among the Ten Disciples! To think he could overcome someone of equal rank with just one strike!”

“By this measure, Luo Cheng has no chance against Qi Guyun—it would be like a stone meeting an egg!”

The crowd was astounded after seeing Qi Guyun defeat Han Feiyu with a single sword strike.

Among the Ten Disciples, each was a young elite whose strength far surpassed other Outer Sect disciples. To defeat one of them with a single blow was unimaginable strength!

In the audience, the Eighth Prince Jin Min’s somber face cracked into a rare smile.

“This guy is insanely strong!”

Chen Lingyu stared at Qi Guyun’s departing figure, her brows furrowing and voice tinged with worry.

“He’s decent.”

Luo Cheng nodded, his tone casual and unperturbed.

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Lie and Yuan Zhilan, seated beside him, exchanged stunned glances.

To defeat a fellow Disciple with one sword and call it merely “decent”? Was this arrogance or overconfidence?

Luo Cheng said nothing more and shifted his focus to the battles in the arena.

The Ten Disciples were indeed remarkable; their battles exuded a unique aura, rendering the arenas riddled with destruction!

More than just their might, their techniques were diverse and extraordinary, leaving Luo Cheng nodding quietly, blood boiling with excitement.

This round’s match-ups, given the gap in rankings and strength among opponents, concluded quickly.

Next came the second round.

By coincidence, Luo Cheng’s opponent this time was once again Han Feiyu, ranked tenth.

The two ascended the stage.

Instead of attacking, Han Feiyu scrutinized Luo Cheng, asking:

“You’ve seen the result of my battle with Qi Guyun. Would you still dare to fight him?”

Luo Cheng replied, “I’ve already said, he and I will fight eventually.”

Han Feiyu’s expression subtly shifted, hiding his shock.

Like most observers, he assumed that after witnessing Qi Guyun’s terrifying power firsthand, Luo Cheng would surely feel fear and hesitation.

Now, however, Luo Cheng remained as calm as ever!

Could it be…?

Han Feiyu’s mind entertained a possibility, his pupils contracting slightly.

Luo Cheng asked, “Not attacking?”

“No need! I concede!”

Han Feiyu’s response took everyone by surprise.

“Han Feiyu conceded!”

The crowd exchanged stunned looks.

It was an outcome no one expected.

No one thought Han Feiyu, one of the Ten Disciples, would voluntarily surrender to Luo Cheng!

Qi Guyun’s expression turned grim. Han Feiyu had dared to challenge him but now submitted to Luo Cheng—utterly unacceptable!

As Han Feiyu left the arena, he glanced toward Qi Guyun in the stands before whispering near Luo Cheng:

“I can sense you’re hiding something. Still, Qi Guyun is incredibly strong; I estimate his prowess to be close to the Awakening Vein Realm. You must not take him lightly when you face him.”

Luo Cheng raised an eyebrow: “Why tell me this?”

“Because I can’t stand him!”

Han Feiyu chuckled and added, “Honestly, I admire your courage—for daring to confront Crown Prince Hall alone. Those arrogant men think themselves superior; I hope you can shake them to the core and avenge those of us from humble families!”

Luo Cheng said, “You’ll see it happen.”

Han Feiyu froze; though he suspected Luo Cheng was hiding something, he didn’t believe Luo Cheng could defeat Qi Guyun.

Yet Luo Cheng’s demeanor confused him—was it grounded confidence or sheer foolishness?

The second round of matches drew to a close.

There was one exciting duel remaining: Xu Bingyi, ranked third, versus Qin Yan, ranked fourth.

Both were renowned beauties with formidable strength, drawing a large audience.

Qin Yan’s skill was remarkable—her slender, seemingly boneless hands created an ethereal palm force, coupled with astonishingly quick movement techniques that made her a ghostly and unpredictable opponent!

Xu Bingyi’s Martial Soul was highly unusual—a hexagonal block of dark ice containing eight stars. Upon its release, a faint white mist immediately enveloped a radius of ten steps, chilling to the bone, frosting the air.

From Chen Lingyu, Luo Cheng learned that this was Xu Bingyi’s innate Martial Soul talent, a divine skill. The range of mist was filled with extreme cold, affecting all entering entities.

This revelation stunned Luo Cheng while igniting his curiosity.

From what he knew, only a small number of individuals naturally awakened Martial Soul talents, while most acquired them later.

When martial artists reach the Awakening Vein Realm, every breakthrough comes with a chance to awaken Martial Soul talents!

Luo Cheng couldn’t help but wonder what abilities his Martial Soul might awaken one day.

While Luo Cheng drifted off into thought, the duel on stage had already ended.

Though Qin Yan attempted to evade using her speed, the extreme cold rendered her sluggish. After moments of struggle, she was slashed off the stage by Xu Bingyi’s sword and unwillingly lost the match.

Qi Guyun faced Lu Chen, ranked ninth; both were members of Crown Prince Hall. Lu Chen immediately conceded without hesitation.

The third round began quickly.

“Arena 2: Tu Shan versus Luo Cheng!”

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