What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

In the stands, the crowd discussed the situation on the stage, their voices rising in waves.

"Guess who will win?" a disciple in blue robes started the conversation.

Someone immediately chimed in, their tone certain: "Intercept Xue, of course it's Intercept Xue, after all, she's about to reach the Condensation Realm."

"Indeed, it should be Jie Xue. Her swordsmanship is almost impeccable, and she has the most Frost series sword techniques in the sect."

Others looked at the few silent figures on the viewing platform: "With the Hanxiao Sect Master's personal instruction, there shouldn't be any problems."

Occasionally, a faint voice would emerge from the corner, but it was quickly drowned out: "Why is no one talking about the 'material treasures'? The difference between the Body Resonance Realm and the Bone Forging Realm isn't that big."

Almost everyone agreed on what to say.

On the arena, Xie Jiexue raised his sword, his breathing becoming rapid, and a thin layer of ice appeared at his feet.

Lin Wuhua appeared much more relaxed. He even held the sword with one hand, the tip pressed down.

"Are you two ready?"

Lin Wuhua nodded, indicating that he had no problem, and then looked at Xie Jiexue with a firm gaze.

He wasn't lying; he genuinely didn't think Xie Jiexue could win.

Although Xie Jiexue had been constantly improving his swordsmanship, Lin Wuhua had also systematically studied the sword techniques of the Sword Sect.

He discovered something,

All the sword techniques and mental cultivation methods of the Sword Sect practitioners, no matter how complex, have the same ultimate goal.

They all systematically point to the Sword Sect's ultimate goal—"Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions".

As for the Ice series, this is even more true.

As for the necessity of that goal, Lin Wuhua believes it is highly debatable.

However, more importantly, Xie Jiexue is completely incapable of doing this now.

Her mind was in turmoil on the ring.

"it is good."

"Final match! Lin Wuhua from the Sutra Repository versus Xie Jiexue from the Supreme Peak."

Xie Jiexue became a disciple of the sect leader and naturally attached himself to the Supreme Peak where the sect leader resided.

The magic circle rose up.

The world has changed, and before us lies a vast arena.

Stone pillars stood at the four corners of the arena, their surfaces shimmering with protective light.

Lin Wuhua didn't say a word, and gently slashed with his sword.

A flash of cold light appeared, and Xie Jiexue reflexively blocked it.

The ice crystals collided with the sword energy, exploding into a shower of tiny sparks.

Lin Wuhua stepped back, feeling his hands go numb.

The difference in magical power became apparent.

On the viewing platform, Elder Bai Wushu, who was in charge of transmitting skills, shook his head.

"Wuhua is still far from good enough," he said. "The difference in their cultivation levels is too great."

Chu Hanxiao remained silent.

The crowd began to discuss the matter and echoed Bai Wushu's remarks.

Indeed, Xie Jiexue was at a slight disadvantage at the beginning, but he quickly turned the tide by using his cultivation.

Frost emerged from the sword's edge, and the chill began to erode Lin Wuhua's limbs and bones, forcing him to circulate his magical power to resist.

That inner disciple of the Thunderfire Sword Sect lost because of this move—Xie Jiexue's magical power was simply too high in quality.

It's not a matter of quantity, it's a matter of quality.

Sword Bone is just that unreasonable.

Lin Wuhua unleashed a sword strike.

This is the foundational subject of the Sword Sect—Sword Qi Technique.

Fusion of qi into the sword, transformation of qi into the sword.

It's easy to get started, but difficult to master.

However, the sword energy obeyed Lin Wuhua's commands.

The sword arc shot out, precisely shattering Xie Jiexue's icy sword energy.

Xie Jiexue lowered his eyes and gripped his sword tightly.

She had been thinking about whether or not to win, but now she was getting impatient.

The cold intensified, her clothes fluttered, and her eyes seemed to gleam with white light.

On the viewing platform, Chu Hanxiao paused for a moment.

Some people exclaimed in surprise.

"The Frosty Sword Intent... Could it be that Jie Xue is about to break through?"

Another person added regretfully, "Wuhua is in danger now."

But Chu Hanxiao shook his head for the first time.

"It's hard to say."

At this moment, half of the ground on the arena has completely frozen into ice.

After discovering that Lin Wuhua was constantly moving around and that his swordsmanship was as slippery as an eel, preventing him from gaining an advantage, Xie Jiexue decisively changed his tactics.

The chilling aura dispersed by Lin Wuhua will not disappear, but will instead settle on the ground, aiding Xie Jiexue's attack.

Lin Wuhua's foothold is getting smaller and smaller.

A disciple in the audience gasped in surprise.

One of Lin Wuhua's disciples joked, "Keep it up, big brother who can use a sword."

Another sword strike.

The attempt to deflect the force failed, and Lin Wuhua's sword was knocked away, causing him to stagger a few steps.

Xie Jiexue approached, and a chilling aura swirled around her like a storm.

Lin Wuhua unleashed his force, rolled over, and took another hit.

Using the "Sword Drawing Technique" recorded in the library, the sword flew back into his hand.

"There's still a chance," Bai Wushu said. "Lin Wuhua's energy hasn't been disrupted, and his sword is still obeying him."

"The Sword Drawing Technique is an unorthodox method because it will become ineffective if the energy is disrupted, but he uses it very smoothly."

"And... he uses very little magic."

Lin Wuhua closed his eyes.

He sensed his own sword bone.

The sword bone pulsated within his sternum, connected to his heart, and orchestrated the flow of his magical power.

Unlike Xie Jiexue's sword bones, Lin Wuhua's sword bones seemed to be of little use.

His talent for dismantling swords lies in his brain, his foundation for cultivation lies in his meridians, and his sword bones seem to be nothing more than decorations that only enhance the efficiency of magical power circulation.

But no.

Lin Wuhua took a deep breath.

The sword bone, heart, and sword edge resonated together, and began to infuse magic power into the sword.

— Synchronize your thoughts with your sword moves to achieve the desired effect.

This vague power, so much so that its very existence is uncertain, is the ability of the sword bone.

But Lin Wuhua inexplicably felt that this was a force that needed to be tapped.

This is "his sword".

"Wuhua, don't run away."

Lin Wuhua: "..."

The sword blocked Xie Jiexue's attack head-on.

"You don't seem to say anything provocative."

He jumped directly out of Xie Jiexue's attack range and onto the ice.

"But since you want to, I'll come."

"The decisive battle is about to begin," Bai Wushu said.

He's right.

At this moment, the entire arena was covered in frozen ice.

Lin Wuhua could be said to be fighting Xie Jiexue while standing within her magical power.

Xie Jiexue stared at Lin Wuhua.

The boy looked at her with a calm expression.

Xie Jiexue was momentarily dazed.

She inexplicably recalled the first time Lin Wuhua met her.

In that dilapidated temple, at her most vulnerable moment, he reached out his hand to her and took her with him.

And now, he's almost unable to beat her.

For some reason, Xie Jiexue's sword slowed down for a moment, and instead, he stirred up more of his magical power.

She wanted him to admit defeat.

She thought, "Suppress him, don't use the sword."

Chu Hanxiao shook his head: "I lost."

Bai Wushu nodded: "Yes, it's over."

In everyone's eyes, Lin Wuhua took a deep breath and channeled all his magical power into the sword's edge.

The sword bone throbbed violently in his chest cavity.

With another step, the ice beneath his feet shattered into pieces.

A slash of sword energy struck, hitting the point where Xie Jiexue's old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, shattering Xie Jiexue's sword light.

The icy fog was thick, completely obscuring visibility.

Xie Jiexue stopped in her tracks.

Then, the sword light pierced through the icy mist and pressed down on Xie Jiexue's shoulder.

"Jie Xue," Lin Wuhua looked at her, "I won."

But he didn't laugh.