I made the entire cultivation world cry

Chapter 396 Taking a Stroll (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"The fourth match, Qianyue Pavilion, Shi Zhen."

A giant man, eight feet tall and as big as a moving mountain, leaped up from the crowd and crashed into the ground with a loud thud, making the ground tremble. He carried a heavy, blunt iron sword that was almost as tall as him and as wide as a door, and it looked very heavy.

"Shi Zhen of Qianyue Pavilion, please enlighten me!"

The sound was as loud as thunder, making Jiang Yi's eardrums buzz.

Jiang Yi raised his eyelids, glanced at the towering man, and slowly said to Zhao Ming, "The more a person lacks something, the more they show it off. Look at him, he could have walked up, but he insisted on jumping up with a bang, which shows that his agility is not good."

Shi Zhen's forehead twitched.

Jiang Yi continued, "This one looks very strong. Don't fight him head-on. Use gentleness to overcome strength, play with him, and he'll get off on his own when he's tired."

"Junior Sister Jiang, I'm still standing here!"

Is it appropriate to tell him to your face that you're just playing with him? Do you really think he'll fall for it?
Jiang Yi raised an eyebrow at Shi Zhen, then stopped speaking and took out a copy of "Zhongzhou Natural History" from his storage bag to read.

Shi Zhen's thick, dark eyebrows furrowed into a knot. Zhao Ming, holding the Yao Ling Sword, nodded slightly to Shi Zhen, responding to his earlier "Please instruct me."

"Hey! Good lad!"

Without another word, Shi Zhen roared, his muscles bulging as he shattered the stone slabs on the ground like a savage elephant. Gripping his heavy sword tightly, he unleashed a violent sweep that whipped up a storm of shattered rocks, crashing down on Zhaoming with the force to smash through mountains.

The force of a landslide!
The disciples watching immediately erupted in uproar.

"My God! If that hit me squarely, even an iron man would be flattened!"

"The people from Qianyue Pavilion are really strong. All the heavy lifting in our sect is done by them."

In the arena, facing this earth-shattering attack, Zhaoming did not choose to block or fight back. His figure suddenly turned into a wisp of green smoke, gliding lightly away from the edge of the fierce wind pressure stirred up by the heavy sword. The tip of the Yaoling sword even lightly touched the spine of the heavy sword with its own strength, and his figure instantly drifted away.

Then, his movements, seemingly slow but actually swift, began to roam the arena, using the stepping and fighting techniques Jiang Yi had taught him, always staying close to Shi Zhen's blind spot, forcing him to expend more energy to turn around and attack.

Every powerful strike, chop, and sweep by Shi Zhen failed to hit Zhaoming. The huge furrows carved out by his sword energy covered the arena, and dust flew everywhere.

He roared repeatedly, his attacks becoming increasingly ferocious, his heavy sword swirling like a windmill, attempting to block out all of Zhaoming's escape routes.

"Wow! This boy's movement skills are amazing, he's like a ghost!"

"I can't hit him, it's driving me crazy! Senior Brother Shi's face has turned a deep purplish-red, he looks exhausted."

"Tsk tsk, these are the simple-minded and easily fooled disciples of Qianyue Pavilion. They don't even need to make a move; they can exhaust themselves to death."

Even the Nascent Soul Sword Master at Qianyue Pavilion halfway up the mountain was sweating profusely, feeling a sense of powerlessness that he couldn't personally take the stage.

Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he yelled, "What are you still swinging for? Switch to the Locking Sword Style and lock him down first!"

This shout immediately drew disdainful looks from the other sword masters. For an elder to offer advice to a junior in a battle was shameless!
Among these people, only the Heavenly Origin Sword Lord of the Star Chess Pavilion narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Zhao Ming's steps, and exclaimed in admiration, "What profound footwork! It subtly aligns with the Heavenly Gang Technique, with thirty-six transformations..."

Tianyuan calculated with his fingers, his eyes growing brighter with each calculation. "This footwork not only counters most sword moves, but also perfectly complements the attack paths of most sword moves. I have never seen such exquisite footwork before!"

Time passed little by little.

Zhaoming only dodged and never attacked, his footsteps seemingly following some mysterious rhythm.

Shi Zhen changed his sword-locking technique, but it was no use because... Zhaoming would transform!

He can transform into a sword, pierce through his blockade, and then transform back into a human to continue evading him.

This match lasted longer than the previous three matches combined, and the disciples watching were getting sleepy.

Shi Zhen's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The heavy black iron sword in his hand felt as if it weighed ten thousand pounds.

Jiang Yi occasionally glanced up at the book, then looked down at it again, looking quite relaxed.

Shi Zhen had also tried to bypass Zhao Ming and attack Jiang Yi directly, but the field was full of weeds. Jiang Yi could change positions by moving with the wind without changing his sitting posture. With Shi Zhen's physique and speed, he simply couldn't catch up with Jiang Yi.

Finally, after Shi Zhen swung his greatsword in a wide arc to complete a powerful but ultimately weak slash, his body leaned slightly forward due to inertia, revealing an irreparable flaw.

The golden light in Zhaoming's eyes, who had been dodging, suddenly blazed brightly, and the Yaoling Sword let out an excited cry!

Zhao Ming suddenly rushed forward at extreme speed, and in a flash, he was close to Shi Zhen's wide-open waist.

He didn't use any complicated sword techniques; he simply concentrated the rhythmic power accumulated throughout the battle and Yao Ling's own power into a single point, delivering a simple and unadorned straight thrust!
puff!
A scorching sword aura, as sharp as a needle, pierced through the defense. Shi Zhen felt an irresistible force penetrate his body, causing him to fly backward and crash heavily onto the protective light shield.

Shi Zhen struggled to his feet, his arms aching and weak. He glared at Zhao Ming, whose breathing remained steady, and exhaled two heavy breaths from his nostrils.

After a long while, he shouted in frustration and despair, "I'm not fighting anymore! I'm so frustrated!"

Shi Zhen angrily conceded defeat and stepped down from the stage, drawing laughter and sighs from the audience.

"Is this what they call using minimal force to achieve maximum effect? ​​This is truly eye-opening!"

"He's so patient. If it were me, I would have lost my temper and fought with Senior Brother Shi long ago. I would have definitely been smashed into a meat pie."

"Junior Sister Jiang is still reading there. She's really engrossed in her book. I'm impressed. She must have a very big heart."

Jiang Yi immediately used Spring Rain to replenish Zhaoming and Yaoling's energy, signaling Jueying Sword Lord to continue. She had been resting and her true energy was still full, so there was no need to wait.

"Fifth match, Xuanbing Pavilion, Leng Qianshuang."

A figure in pure white gracefully landed, and the biting cold air arrived before the person even appeared.

Leng Qianshuang's face was like a jade sculpture, devoid of any emotion. Her hair was bound with a silver hairpin, and frost instantly formed three feet of ground around her. Her eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice. She merely glanced coldly at Jiang Yi before turning to Zhaoming.

"Make your move."

Seeing this, Liu Taozhi immediately perked up. Leng Qianshuang clearly also cultivated the Frost Sword Qi, and since Liu Taozhi had switched places, she naturally had to learn from her.

Jiang Yi glanced at Leng Qianshuang, closed the book, and her expression became more serious.

"Zhaoming, she counters your wood element. Let Yaoling take the lead in the attack, and you can use your wood element to fuel the fire. Remember, engage in prolonged combat."

Jiang Yi continued to give instructions in front of everyone. Leng Qianshuang frowned, her white longsword gleaming like an icicle. Before Jiang Yi could finish speaking, she unleashed a move called "Frozen Thousand Miles".

The extremely cold sword energy erupted like a frost tide, instantly sweeping across the entire arena.

A thick layer of ice spread visibly from beneath her feet, rushing towards Zhaoming, attempting to freeze him in place, though its speed was greatly reduced.

With a flick of his sword, Zhaoming unleashed a burst of golden light, and the Gengjin bamboo leaf sword net instantly unfolded, frantically slashing and blocking the invasion of the cold air.

At the same time, the Yaoling Sword's crimson light surged, emitting an extremely angry phoenix cry. Blazing flames rose from the sword's body, transforming into a giant fire phoenix spreading its wings behind Zhaoming, which collided fiercely with the surging ice tide.

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Ice and fire clashed, unleashing a piercing, steaming sound. Large plumes of white, frigid air spread out, instantly enveloping most of the arena, while frost and sparks collided fiercely in the air.

Wow! A combination of ice and fire!

"Senior Sister Leng's ice seal is terrifying. If I went up there, I would be frozen into an ice sculpture."

"Yao Ling is so powerful; this fire is just as strong as Senior Sister Leng's ice."

Leng Qianshuang remained unmoved, her figure disappearing into the cold air like a ghost. The ice shard sword in her hand transformed into countless extremely sharp and merciless thorns, silently and ruthlessly stabbing at Zhaoming's vitals from various tricky angles.

Her swordplay was like the winter wind, cold and merciless. Each strike carried the will to freeze the soul, striving for a fatal blow.

Zhaoming struggled to hold on with the help of the Gengjin Sword Net and the Moyu Defense. While Yaoling's wide-range flames did resist the overall suppression of the cold air, they consumed a tremendous amount of energy.

Leng Qianshuang was, after all, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator, with pure and profound sword intent. Gradually, white frost began to condense on Zhaoming's body, and his movements became slightly sluggish. Yaoling's light also dimmed considerably.

Jiang Yi's eyes narrowed. This was a formidable and troublesome opponent, stronger than any of his previous opponents.

As expected, sword cultivation and the ruthless path are a perfect match!

"Wow, Senior Sister Leng is really strong. It looks like Zhaoming and Yaoling swords won't be able to hold out."

Liu Taozhi nervously gripped the jade slip containing the recorded information, and also discovered how powerful the Ruthless Sword Dao was.

Luo Qingsi remained calm. After finishing some of the Soul Fruit, she grabbed a handful of tea leaves and stuffed them into her mouth. It was so bitter that she quickly spat them out along with her saliva.

In the arena, after narrowly dodging a deadly ice spike that just brushed past him, Zhaoming's movements were noticeably a beat slower, and he was about to be caught up by the continuous barrage of sword shadows...

Jiang Yi, who was sitting upright, focused her gaze and formed a hand seal.

Spring rain!

A pale blue rain of light descended from nowhere, precisely drenching Zhaoming. The white frost that had formed on his body instantly melted away, and Yaoling quickly absorbed this power through Zhaoming.

A louder, more furious phoenix cry resounded through the sky, and a dim crimson light exploded. The temperature and power of the flames suddenly increased several times, even forcing the pervasive cold air back three feet!
Zhaoming moved again, his sword momentum not only recovered but even became more ferocious, and the flames fueled by the green wood energy launched a continuous counterattack.

A crack appeared on Leng Qianshuang's perpetually icy face, and a barely perceptible hint of... annoyance ignited in her frosty eyes!
Her attacks were faster and more ferocious, and her aura of coldness intensified as she attempted to suppress him once again.

However, Zhaoming and Yaoling, having received 'hydration', were incredibly resilient. With their superb teamwork, they engaged in a fierce and protracted battle with Leng Qianshuang. Their ice and fire powers clashed and consumed each other, creating a dazzling spectacle of flashing light.

"My God! You can do that?"

"As expected, the most annoying people on the battlefield are the ones who can heal. We have to kill them first, or it will never end!"

"Did you see that? Senior Sister Leng seemed to frown just now? Did her Ruthless Sword Dao break down?"

"Senior Sister Leng is so beautiful even when she's angry, I love her!"

Everyone turned their heads with disdain, knowing without a doubt that they were from the Burning Heart Pavilion; only they seemed to focus on romance all day long.

The stalemate lasted for nearly an incense stick's time, and the continuous high-intensity offense and defense had greatly depleted Leng Qianshuang's profound sword energy.

With Jiang Yi's continuous support of the spring rain, Zhaoming and Yaoling maintained a stable output. Leng Qianshuang could sense that unless she used a killer move that depleted her source or burned her potential, it would be difficult to break the stalemate.

But Jiang Yi remained calmly seated. Defeating her with just two swords was not enough to determine the outcome; she herself was the biggest variable.

This was the first time Leng Qianshuang had encountered such an eccentric person in all her years of sword practice.

"That's it!"

Leng Qianshuang seized a gap in the exchange, leaped back more than ten feet, and dispelled the chilling aura that filled the air.

Her breathing was slightly erratic, but she still kept her back straight. "Continuing this battle would be pointless. Junior Sister Jiang, you have won!"

After speaking, she turned and left the stage, leaving behind a proud and aloof figure, which captivated the male sword cultivators of the Burning Heart Pavilion, whose eyes all followed Leng Qianshuang.

(End of this chapter)