From the chaotic sea of ​​stars, it began to wreak havoc on all the heavens.

"Senior Brother, let's give it our all," Murong Qingcheng said.

"Fine, I won't hold back." Hearing the other person call him "Senior Brother" hurt Mo Yan more than if he were killed. His tone turned grim.

Murong Qingcheng shook her head inwardly and remained silent.

The duel between the two began.

Initially, Murong Qingcheng, out of consideration for their fellow disciples, repeatedly went easy on Mo Yan, but Mo Yan showed no appreciation whatsoever.

They still relentlessly used lethal force.

Knowing that continuing like this would lead to a great loss, Murong Qingcheng no longer hesitated. She used two force fields to cut off Mo Yan's evasive routes, and finally used the Heavenly Demon Handprint to shatter Mo Yan's protective true energy. She won the match.

Mo Yan stood there for a long time with a grim expression, unable to utter another word, before slinking away from the dueling platform.

"Match 13: Qin Sheng vs. Bing Ling."

Following Mo Yan and Murong Qingcheng, another duel between fellow disciples has begun. However, compared to the previous two, the atmosphere between Qin Sheng and Bing Ling is noticeably more harmonious.

"Senior Sister Bing, you should make the first move."

Qin Sheng raised his hand in a gesture.

"Junior Brother Qin, please give me your guidance."

Bingling has always been the type to take things in stride, so she naturally wouldn't get angry like Mo Yan just because her fellow disciples are stronger than her.

After the two exchanged blows for dozens of feet, Bingling unleashed her Ice Crack Fist's killing move, Ice Crystal Fist, which Qin Sheng easily blocked.

Admit defeat decisively.

The competition progressed rapidly, and the duel between the young giants was no longer just for the audience. They were now eagerly anticipating the battle between Qin Sheng and Sikong Sheng.

The competition quickly reached the penultimate round.

Qin Sheng and Yan Chihuo clashed.

Right from the start, Yan Chihuo unleashed the seventh stage of the Nine Revolutions Fire Spirit Technique: Crimson Flame Battle Body. He was like a blazing mini-sun, and in terms of power, he far surpassed Lin Yun, who also cultivated fire-type true qi.

“Not bad, that’s more interesting. Although using 50% of your sword intent is not impossible, it would be underestimating you too much. Today I’ll be especially lenient and give you 60% of your sword intent.”

Qin Sheng gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist with his left hand and slowly drew the Fine Snow Blade with his right.

"Fire Cloud Earth-Splitting Slash".

Yan Chihuo knew that ordinary moves would be useless against Qin Sheng, so he immediately unleashed his killing move. His sword energy transformed into a sky full of fiery clouds, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, as he swung a terrifying blade towards Qin Sheng.

Click!

A flash of cold light appeared in the void. Before anyone knew it, Qin Sheng's longsword was drawn, accompanied by sixty percent of his sword intent and the aloofness of his aura, and he accurately struck the fiery cloud sword energy.

The fiery cloud vanished suddenly, and ice shards flew everywhere in the air.

With a flash, Qin Sheng appeared in front of Yan Chihuo, using a glance from Jing Han as a guide, and directly slashed out with his sword without any fancy moves.

"What."

Yan Chihuo was greatly alarmed.

It would have been better if they hadn't fought Qin Sheng; only after engaging in battle did they realize how powerful he was.

Especially in terms of artistic conception, being enveloped by the other party's aloof and cold artistic conception, he felt as if he were in an extremely cold place, completely frozen, and even his hands and feet became uncontrollable.

This was something he, a fire-type true qi cultivator who had cultivated the Nine Revolutions Fire Spirit Technique to the seventh revolution, could hardly imagine.

"Melt it for me."

At the critical moment, Yan Chihuo bit his tongue, and his internal energy erupted like a volcano. His internal energy flowed in reverse, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. In a self-harming manner, he broke free from the impression of Qin Sheng's cold and aloof state.

Then, carrying a soaring sword intent, it swept out, seemingly intending to use the explosive power of true energy to block Qin Sheng's strike. *Poof!*
The speed of the fine snow blade slowed slightly, but it still slashed forward, its blade energy cutting through Yan Chihuo's scorching protective true energy and striking his chest directly.

"Get out of my way."

Seizing the slightest opportunity, Yan Chihuo dared not hesitate for a moment, and his iron fist, burning red like magma, slammed out and struck the blade's edge.

Qin Sheng raised an eyebrow, his blade flashing, slicing through Yan Chihuo's fiery fist and sending him flying. Yan Chihuo's body slashed out, a deep, bone-revealing gash appearing on his left chest.

Such severe injuries could only be attributed to Yan Chihuo, a late-stage peak cultivator of the Yuan Realm. Otherwise, an ordinary person would have died long ago.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene on the dueling platform.

"He severely injured Yan Chihuo with a single strike. Qin Sheng at 60% of his sword intent is simply too terrifying."

"It's more than just a serious injury. If Qin Sheng hadn't changed his sword stance just now, that one strike would have been enough to sever his left arm."

In everyone's mind, Qin Sheng's strength was undoubtedly higher than Yan Chihuo's, but after revealing the Crimson Flame Battle Body...

Yan Chihuo's strength has undoubtedly undergone a leap forward.

Even if they weren't a match for Qin Sheng, they should have been able to put up a fight, but unexpectedly, they suffered such a miserable defeat right from the start.

Qin Sheng did not pursue, but looked at Yan Chihuo opposite him and said, "Impressive. He was able to overcome his fear and risk an arm to block this attack. In terms of temperament alone, he is much better than Sikong Sheng, that guy who talks about his royal bloodline all day long but is all talk and no action."

"If you don't even have this much courage, how can you be worthy of being a swordsman?"

Yan Chihuo clutched his chest, his breath weak. Although he had lost, he was smiling.

The Fire Spirit Palace Master also smiled, even though Yan Chihuo was not destined to be number one on this year's Hidden Dragon Ranking.

But after this battle, his swordsmanship will reach a new level.

hold head high!
After defeating Yan Chihuo and absorbing his dragon vein energy, Qin Sheng's dragon vein energy surged, instantly growing to eight zhang eight chi, second only to Sikong Sheng, who reached eight zhang nine chi.

However, it's worth mentioning that Ye Chen did not play against Sikong Sheng in the penultimate round of the competition.
To ensure a more successful competition for the Hidden Dragon Rankings, the referee adjusted the order of the matches.

The plan is to save his match, along with those of Qin Sheng and Sikong Sheng, for last.

Of course, all of this is predicated on Ye Chen being able to defeat Yan Chihuo.

Therefore, his match with Yan Chihuo was specially moved forward.

An hour later, with the personal intervention of the Fire Spirit Palace Master, a powerful expert at the Spirit Sea Realm, and the assistance of rare pills worth tens of thousands of mid-grade spirit stones, Yan Chihuo's injuries were completely healed.

Then he faced off against Ye Chen.

As expected, Ye Chen won.

It is worth mentioning that after the battle with Qin Sheng, Yan Chihuo's sword intent clearly showed signs of improvement, and he seemed to be not far from reaching the 70% level of sword intent.

The final two rounds of the competition began early the next morning.

Yan Chihuo immediately faced off against Sikong Sheng.

"I know you've reached that level, but unfortunately, you're still no match for that person."

Yan Chihuo held a long saber, his body surrounded by flames, exuding a powerful aura, clearly having upgraded the Nine Revolutions Fire Spirit Technique to the level of Crimson Flame Battle Body.

Even he had already touched the edge of seventy percent of the sword intent, so Qin Sheng had obviously reached that level.

Yan Chihuo dared to make such a statement precisely because he had realized this.

"Are you done talking? If you are, then let's lose."

Sikong Sheng drew his right hand from behind his back, his face grim, his fist clenched with chilling force, and unleashed a punch from a distance. (End of Chapter)