Chapter 127: War of Ding You II
Chen Xuan's one knife sent Yu Shuqiang flying off the stage, causing a small commotion. The ten disciples who had competed yesterday and hadn't left yet continued to watch today's match. Yesterday, Han Jiang had already brought a considerable shock to these people, but today Chen Xuan's single knife was like a thunderbolt on a spring day, stunning everyone and bringing an even greater shock than Han Jiang's yesterday. Yu Shuqiang was the fifth-ranked disciple, with some gap between him and the top few, but not too large. In the first round, Qian Kun had also defeated Yu Shuqiang in five moves, without being able to kill him instantly like Chen Xuan did, leaving no room for resistance. Everyone looked at Chen Xuan as if he were a monster.
Chen Xuan ignored the expressions of the crowd and returned to his original position to meditate and recover. This time, Chen Xuan did not watch other people's matches, but instead re-examined the move he had just made, "Knife Energy Transforming Shape". Chen Xuan once again discovered a new path, and the Seven Kills Knife allowed him to continuously improve, with each improvement increasing its power to a new level. Lao Li had already been numbed by Chen Xuan, his own Seven Kills Knife, which had taken thousands of years to develop, had been repeatedly modified countless times by Chen Xuan in just a few months, and had become even more concise than before. The style was also becoming more grand, slowly changing the original sinister and ruthless tone, adding a hint of righteousness, but its power did not decrease, instead it increased. Now, Lao Li could only provide some help to Chen Xuan in terms of cultivation, and nothing else.
Even Lao Li often said that Chen Xuan was just a freak, not a genius at all. Geniuses are those who have the best innate qualities, but Chen Xuan's innate qualities were not outstanding. It was all thanks to the modification of the Soul Stone and the credit brought by the Devouring Furnace. If it weren't for these two things, I'm afraid that even if Chen Xuan had entered the Spiritual Martial Realm, he would still be a mediocre existence. However, the Wan Long True Body has not been fully formed yet. Once it is formed, all the genius disciples will probably have to step aside.
Four games have ended, Chen Xuan has won four in a row. Everyone else has finished their matches, and half an hour has passed in the blink of an eye. Chen Xuan also gained new insights from his previous move, and with just a few more practices, he will be able to master it perfectly.
The fifth round started quickly.
Chen Xuan was still standing on the stage, Chen Xuan's opponent quickly jumped onto the stage as well. With a loud "I give up!", they conceded the match without much explanation. Chen Xuan politely acknowledged their surrender and didn't ask why they gave up this time. He guessed it might be because of the pressure from their own team. It was another victory without a fight, and everyone watched indifferently as Chen Xuan returned to his seat and closed his eyes in meditation once again.
Other matches are also being fiercely conducted, and Chen Xuan now has a rough division of the strength of these people. Except for Qian Kun and Xiao Qiuyu in the top two, the others pose no threat to himself, which means that he is now at least third place. However, it's not ruled out that there may be other factors, so Chen Xuan will go all out in every match and won't give his opponents any chance during this period of time when Chen Xuan is meditating with his eyes closed.
The matches on the stage have almost all ended, and Qian Kun's opponent in this match is Fei Yan. In the end, it was still Qian Kun who took out the Jade Emperor Stele to win, while Xiao Qiuyu's opponent was Feng Ling, but it was a battle without any suspense, which didn't attract too many eyeballs.
The fifth round of the competition has basically come to an end, and everyone is starting to prepare for the sixth round. At this time, it can be seen that some disciples with weaker abilities have started taking Yuanling Dan to recover their spiritual power, while the top few are still full of energy and haven't shown any signs of insufficient spiritual power yet.
The time for the sixth match had finally arrived, Chen Xuan quickly jumped onto the stage. At the moment Chen Xuan jumped up, another figure jumped up even faster than Chen Xuan. Chen Xuan looked up and saw Ding Er, who was ranked third in strength last year. It seemed that this battle wouldn't be so easy after all, Chen Xuan thought to himself.
Ding Yi's performance this year is extremely disappointing, having lost several games in a row, most crucially to Fei Yan. It's likely that his ranking will fall behind this year. His current mood isn't good, and his entire face looks gloomy.
"Kid, admit defeat and behave yourself. It's better for you if I don't take action. Once I do, there won't be any holding back. If you get hurt, don't blame me," Ding said.
Chen Xuan was taken aback, didn't expect another one who doesn't know life from death, Chen Xuan thought to himself.
"You want me to admit defeat, haha. Chen Xuan burst out laughing as if he had heard a joke, how come every one of you is like this, each and every one of you comes up and asks the other to admit defeat, first consider whether you can win this round before talking, joke, if you want me to admit defeat, you have to show your skills, don't think that just because you were ranked third in the sect last year, in my eyes you are just a Lingwu realm disciple, no different from anyone else, why do all of you have such a strong sense of superiority?" Chen Xuan said coldly with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Listen up, kid! You've been given a chance. Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for not being polite!" Ding Er also said angrily.
Although Ding Er shouted for Chen Xuan to admit defeat, he still didn't dare to underestimate him. The Ding character sword in his hand was already at the ready, prepared to strike Chen Xuan at any moment. The long sword was slender and soft, slightly longer than ordinary long swords, belonging to the quick sword type of swordsmanship, apparently also emphasizing speed as its main focus. Chen Xuan had encountered a fast sword user named Sheng Gang during the elimination round, but back then Sheng Gang was in the later stages of Ling Wu, differing from Ding Er by one boundary, and naturally their swordsmanship wasn't on the same level either.
"Kid, since you don't plan on admitting defeat, I'll make you admit it," said Ding Er with a low growl, his long sword flashing into motion. Fast! This was the word that burst out of Chen Xuan's mouth when he saw Ding Er draw his sword, faster than even Shen Gang's sword, and even surpassing his own Whirlwind Slash, which was already the fastest knife technique. Compared to Ding Er's swift sword, it seemed a beat slower.
The long sword's speed was incredibly fast, completely exceeding the speed of sound. The two were standing not far apart, only five or six meters away. In less than half a blink of an eye, Ding Er's long sword had reached Chen Xuan's throat, one sword to kill absolutely. Chen Xuan was shocked, this Ding Er was indeed last year's third-ranked disciple. This sword technique was as fast as lightning and had extremely strong concealment.
"With just this sword, you think you can defeat me?" Chen Xuan's figure rapidly retreated backwards, dodging the attack, but still unable to shake off Ding Er's long sword. Ding Er's long sword was still at Chen Xuan's throat, only an inch further away than before. This Ding Er not only had fast sword skills, but his footwork was also impressive. Chen Xuan relied on his "Fantasy Nine Changes" technique to achieve such speed, yet this Ding Er was only slightly slower than himself. As Chen Xuan retreated, he pondered the strange stepping method of Ding Er, whose feet twisted and turned like a snake slithering through the grass. What kind of footwork was this?
"Evil charm out of the scabbard!" Chen Xuan shouted, and the evil charm on his back automatically came out of its scabbard. With a whoosh, the evil charm was in Chen Xuan's hand. Chen Xuan raised his right hand, and the evil charm horizontally cut Ding Er's long sword. With a "ding" sound, Ding Er's long sword was knocked away by Chen Xuan's evil charm, and Chen Xuan also dodged Ding Er's sword.
"I didn't think you little kid's footwork was ordinary, dodging my snake-shaped step. However, I only used 50% of my strength just now. It's still time to admit defeat, otherwise my long sword might leave a few transparent holes on your body." Ding Er continued to threaten.
"I admit that your swordsmanship is quite good, and your footwork is also very unusual. However, if you want me to concede defeat, I'm afraid these are not enough. Bring out your true strength, and let this new disciple of mine experience the power of a top three inner sect disciple." Chen Xuan said calmly.
"Fine, I'll make you whole." Ding Er was really furious this time. One of his top three disciples was actually looked down upon by a new disciple. In the Dan Xuan Gate, which inner door disciple didn't treat him with respect? Today, making this kid admit defeat had already given him tremendous face, but this kid actually didn't buy into his account.
"Ding Er's Thunderbolt Sword Art" burst forth from his body, the long sword in his hand stabbing at Chen Xuan with an even faster speed than before, its changes multiplying several times over. The previous sword had only been aimed at Chen Xuan's throat, but this one contained over fifty variations, locking onto all of Chen Xuan's major acupoints. It seemed that Ding Er had poured all his spiritual energy into this one sword, completely enveloping Chen Xuan in the Thunderbolt Sword Art, and it looked like he was determined to stab several transparent holes through Chen Xuan's body.
"It's about time I fought like this!" Chen Xuan was not surprised, but delighted. The knife aura he had just grasped was still unfamiliar to him, and it was just right that he used Ding Er as a practice today, Chen Xuan thought to himself.