Everyone ascended, but I didn't get on board

Chapter 171 Battle against Feng Shanming

Qiu Ci quickly sent a telepathic message and chatted for a while before learning that the old man from Juanshan had come on behalf of the Repair and Management Bureau to serve as the final judge. Although it was a league among various intermediate schools, the Repair and Management Bureau would send someone to serve as a judge for each league in order to show its importance.

In the past, the most people who came were cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage. This time, Juan Shan had just joined the league, and he had clearly expressed his interest in the league, ostensibly to see the level of the young talents of this continent. So the Cultivation Management Bureau simply sent him over.

Of course, the five top universities also sent representatives. They have high standards for recruiting students, but who would complain about having too many talented people? Although this is only a provincial competition, who knows if there will be any dark horses among them? Coming to watch the competition in advance is also a way to discover promising talents. So it's not just Yizhong City; the five top universities have sent representatives to the leagues in all the provinces of the Federation.

This is why all the major secondary schools attach so much importance to the league, because no one knows whether a student will be directly admitted to one of the top five universities in advance.

Qiu Ci wasn't interested in these selections; she just watched the little green-haired boy fight while keeping an eye on the system's activity.

She originally thought it would be a while before she could face Feng Shanming, but she didn't expect that Little Green Hair would draw him as soon as he entered the top eight.

"Teacher Chu..." Little Green Hair was also a little confused. He remembered that Qiu Ci had said before that the other party was his biggest opponent this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"No need to worry." Qiu Ci patted his shoulder and instructed in a deep voice, "Remember not to get entangled with him, and finish this quickly."

Little Green Hair nodded before heading towards the competition area.

Feng Shanming also went up on stage, glancing indifferently at the little green-haired boy. Although his expression remained cold, perhaps due to the system's influence, a hint of contempt and arrogance always lingered in his eyes. He could tell that the little green-haired boy had already formed his core, but he didn't take his defeated opponent seriously at all, as if this opponent was no different from the students he had crushed before.

Until, the little green-haired boy attacked him like an arrow released from a bow. He raised his hand to block the sword, thinking it would be as easy as before. The next moment, with a loud bang, a huge force struck, pressing his entire body down. Even the sword in his hand fell down, about to cut his shoulder, when his expression changed. He turned his sword and retreated quickly.

This was the first time in his several matches that he had been forced to retreat, and he was somewhat shocked. When did Wei Yanxin learn such domineering swordsmanship that he could break through his defenses in an instant?

His face turned pale and then black, but instead of being wary, he felt anger. So what if he was just a good-for-nothing second-generation rich kid? Even if he had reached the Core Formation stage, he didn't believe that he couldn't suppress him with his Nascent Soul cultivation.

Feng Shanming frowned. Before he could retaliate, his opponent launched another attack, still with wide and sweeping moves. Each move seemed to carry immense power, stirring up gusts of wind, leaving him powerless to fight back for a moment.

"What excellent swordsmanship!" The teachers from the five major universities on the stage couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. "But this swordsmanship looks both familiar and unfamiliar. These two are students from Yizhong City No. 1 Middle School. Principal Yang, can you recognize which set of swordsmanship this is from your school?" He asked the principal of Yizhong City No. 1 Middle School.

Principal Yang was also stunned for a moment. He opened his eyes wide and looked carefully before saying, "This move... looks like the intermediate-level sword technique Thousand Crane Chant." "Huh, is Thousand Crane Chant like this?" They naturally knew about Thousand Crane Chant. This sword technique was included in the training methods of intermediate schools in various provinces, but it was clearly a movement-based sword technique, obviously different from the wide and sweeping moves below.

The group became increasingly puzzled. They carefully observed the opponent's moves. Every move was clearly a Thousand Cranes Chant, yet every move was not a Thousand Cranes Chant. They were completely baffled. Could this sword technique be used like this?
In the end, the group could only come to one conclusion: This child has extraordinary comprehension!
I'm also paying closer attention to this quarterfinal match.

Only the old man from Juanshan, who had been sitting in the middle, was idly picking at the table. What kind of trash sword techniques were these? They couldn't even compare to any of the inheritances in the Transmission Tower. Watching these weaklings fight was so boring. When will the Master make a move?

The two fighters in the arena fought more and more fiercely. Little Green Hair was very obedient and went all out as soon as he entered the arena. Every sword strike he made was as powerful as the last one, which really overwhelmed Feng Shanming and forced him to frequently change his sword techniques to fight back, making him look very disheveled.

Feng Shanming seemed somewhat annoyed by this humiliation, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. He no longer cared about hiding his strength, and with a flash of lightning in his hand, the originally silver-white sword was instantly wrapped with strands of electricity. He swung the sword back, the sound of thunder faintly accompanying it.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" The teachers from the five major universities exclaimed again. If the previous sword techniques seemed familiar to them, this sword technique with lightning was completely unfamiliar to them, and of course, no one could answer it.

The autumn farewell below is clearly visible; this should be Feng Shanming's trump card sword technique—the Thunderclap Sword Art!

This was clearly a mid-level advanced technique; each move could draw upon the power of lightning to infuse the sword, making its power several times greater than ordinary sword techniques. Previously, he could only awkwardly dodge the little green-haired boy's sword attacks, but now he was actively meeting them head-on.

A bang!
The two swords clashed, and a wave of energy instantly spread across the area, forcing some people standing nearby to take a few steps back.

Feng Shanming frantically channeled his lightning power to neutralize the overwhelming impact of the opponent's sword strike, which was like Mount Tai pressing down. Little Green Hair was indeed blocked, but he did not stop. Instead, he channeled all his spiritual energy again and swung his sword repeatedly, pushing each move to its limit.

At first, the opponent was able to block them one by one, but gathering the power of lightning is not so easy, and he could not block them in time every time. He soon showed signs of strain.

Feng Shanming felt increasingly aggrieved. Since obtaining the system, he had never fought a battle like this, where he was completely suppressed, especially against Wei Yanxin, the scoundrel he had repeatedly humiliated and looked down upon.

He gritted his teeth and directly connected with his nascent soul. His spiritual energy surged wildly throughout his body, and the lightning on his sword crackled. He mobilized all his spiritual power, intending to unleash his strongest attack by suppressing his cultivation level. He refused to believe that his opponent could withstand a sword strike from his nascent soul strength.

Little Green Hair's heart sank. He also noticed the power of the opponent's sword. Although he had suppressed the opponent just now, he knew that with his cultivation level, he could not maintain such a full-force attack for long. Just then, his spiritual energy was almost exhausted. He decided to go all out!
He immediately mobilized all his spiritual power and focused it on the sword, launching a full-force attack on his opponent.