If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

"So fast!"

Lin Miaoyin's expression changed slightly.

She hadn't expected Ye Changfeng's sword energy to be so refined, capable of even severing invisible sound waves!

She retreated rapidly, her fingers dancing wildly across the pipa.

"Clang clang clang clang—!"

The music suddenly became intense and solemn, like a thousand troops galloping in.

Countless visible pink musical notes transformed into sharp blades, sweeping across Ye Changfeng and tearing him apart.

Simultaneously.

A thick pink mist filled the entire arena, enveloping the entire ring.

Illusion Art: Heavenly Demon's Bliss!

When surrounded by fog, people will involuntarily experience various enchanting illusions, and their spiritual energy will become sluggish.

"This is it!"

"Senior Brother Ye is trapped!"

The crowd below gasped in surprise.

however.

From the center of the fog came Ye Changfeng's calm, yet somewhat irritating voice.

"Is this your trump card?"

"Fancy and overly complicated."

next second.

A dazzling cyan sword light suddenly shone through the pink mist.

The light was so intense that it even outshone the sun in the sky!

Mo Chengyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he saw it.

That wasn't ordinary sword energy.

That is……

"Sword Intent!"

"This is a kind of 'sword intent' that only late-stage Core Formation or even Nascent Soul stage sword cultivators can comprehend!"

"This kid was definitely playing dumb! He's not even at the early stage of Core Formation!"

Rumble—!!!

A single sword flashes, chilling fourteen provinces.

The pink mist filling the sky, the sonic blades like a thousand horses galloping.

Before this sword, it was as fragile as snow under the sun.

Melted instantly!

The terrifying aftershocks of the sword energy swept out, directly shaving off a layer of skin from the supposedly "indestructible" black iron arena!

The defensive array flickered wildly, and finally exploded into a sky full of streaks of light with a "pop".

Arena Number One, dead.

The dust has settled.

Ye Changfeng was still dressed in white, not even the hem of his clothes was disheveled.

The tip of his sword was only half an inch away from Lin Miaoyin's snow-white neck.

Lin Miaoyin held a pipa in her arms, her hair was disheveled, and her face was as pale as paper.

She looked at the expressionless man in front of her, her eyes filled with disbelief and...deep frustration.

Her enchantment, her illusions, her sonic powers.

In front of this man, everything seemed like a joke.

"woman."

Ye Changfeng sheathed his sword, his tone calm, yet every word was piercing.

"It will only slow down my sword-drawing speed."

Done.

He didn't even glance at the saintess's unpleasant expression, and turned to leave.

"Referee, announce the result."

"I need to go back and practice my swordsmanship."

The audience was silent.

Everyone gaped, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

Cruel person.

This is a truly ruthless person.

Facing the most beautiful woman in the Hehuan Sect, he not only wasn't bewitched, but he almost chopped off her head with a single sword strike, and then delivered a final mental blow.

Is this the legendary "forever alone" constitution?

in the corner.

Mo Chengyue silently put down the thermos in his hand.

My hands are shaking a little.

"This world..."

"It's hopeless."

He glanced at Arena No. 1, which had been reduced to ruins, and then at Arena No. 3, which was still under repair.

Then I thought about Xiao Fan, that cheater who "breaks through in the heat of battle," and Ye Wushang, that rich guy with "infinite mana."

Now there's another swordsman, Ye Changfeng, who "has no woman in his heart."

"Of the four finalists, three are freaks and one is a rich kid."

Mo Chengyue felt that his future was bleak.

"I'm just a lowly Foundation Establishment cultivator, mixed up among this group of immortals..."

"This is hardly the way of the Taoist priest."

"This is clearly a survival horror story!"

Just then.

Lin Miaoyin walked off the stage, looking utterly dejected.

As she passed by the area where Mo Chengyue was, the saintess seemed unwilling to accept it and subconsciously emitted a trace of spiritual fluctuation, trying to sense whether anyone around her was laughing at her.

That spiritual force swept across the entire arena like a tidal wave.

At last……

They stopped in Mo Chengyue's inconspicuous corner.

Mo Chengyue froze.

Because he sensed that Lin Miaoyin's originally dim peach blossom eyes were now staring intently at him.

With a hint of doubt, and a hint of... seeking an outlet for pent-up anger.

"No way?"

Mo Chengyue wailed inwardly.

"Hey sis, you lost to that straight man Ye Changfeng, why are you taking it out on me?"

"I was just watching the show!"

"Don't look at me! I'm air! I'm a stone! I'm a heartless cabbage!"

pity.

Murphy's Law tells us that when you think things can't get any worse, they usually do.

Lin Miaoyin suddenly gave a meaningful, cold smile in Mo Chengyue's direction.

That smile made Mo Chengyue's skull crack.

It’s over.

She's been targeted by the villainous second female lead.

I can't live like this anymore!

......

The sky was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

The atmosphere in the entire training ground was extremely oppressive.

If yesterday's match was an appetizer, then today's "battle for the championship" is the main course of the Manchu Han Imperial Feast—Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

And it's the kind that's been stewed and fried.

"Fellow disciples, please step back a hundred feet."

The referee elder had a solemn expression, holding two array flags in his hands, and was frantically reinforcing the barrier around the arena.

"To reiterate, those whose cultivation level is below the Foundation Establishment stage are advised to activate their protective magic artifacts, or... simply close their eyes and not look."

"Otherwise, if you get stunned by the aftershocks, we won't be responsible!"

in the corner.

Mo Chengyue not only retreated a hundred feet, but he even retreated to the very edge of the stands, leaning against a huge stone pillar.

He was also holding two Earth Escape Talismans in his hand.

"Is this what they call the final rounds?"

Mo Chengyue tightened his soft armor, his eyes peering through the gaps in the crowd, fixed on the two figures on the stage.

Arena number one has now been cleared out.

left.

The Holy Son of the Hehuan Sect, Ye Wushang.

Today he changed into a battle robe with purple and gold trim, wore a gold crown to bind his hair, and wore cloud-patterned boots.

His whole body shimmered with precious light, and auspicious energy flowed in thousands of strands.

The spiritual energy emanating from the three jade pendants hanging at his waist alone was enough to buy a small sect.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Mo Chengyue took a sip of the goji berry tea, which tasted sour.

What is a "pay-to-win player"?

"This is it."

"With all this gear combined, my defense is probably thicker than my skin, and my mana bar is bottomless."

"This is like they're planning to bury someone alive with money."

And on the right side of the arena.

Ye Changfeng.

He was still wearing that faded white robe, and still wielding that seemingly ordinary Tianyuan Sword.

There was no armor, no magical artifacts, not even a decent hairpin; her hair was simply tied up with a wooden stick.

Poor and stingy.

Extremely poor and stingy.

But as he stood there, he was like a sharp sword without a scabbard.

Its sharp edges are so prominent that they hurt the eyes.

"This is the legendary 'zero-spending master' and 'technical grinder'."

Mo Chengyue silently analyzed the situation in his mind.

"On one side is a mage with max-level gear and an infinite mana bar."

"On one side is a swordsman with masterful skills, whose every strike is a critical hit."

"This game... is hard to say."

Boom-!

With a deep chime, the final match officially began.

"Junior Brother Ye."

Ye Wushang stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent, exuding an innate arrogance.

"Your sword is very strong, I admit that."

"But a solid foundation cannot be built up by a single sword."

"Admit defeat. I won't prove my strength by humiliating you."

The voice just fell.

Behind Ye Wushang, purple energy soared into the sky!

It wasn't the illusory shadow from before, but real, tangible purple true essence!

That is……

Late stage of Core Formation!

He even faintly touched the peak threshold of the Core Formation stage!

Holy crap!

The audience erupted in chaos.