My cultivation level increases by one year every day!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Standing next to Fang Runan, Fang Xuan stared blankly at Fang Yuan on the stage.

And that sword aura that stretched for three hundred feet...

In the early stages of the competition, his expression changed from frivolous to solemn, and now it has shattered his worldview.

He had just expressed some dissatisfaction with his brother's advice.

They believed it was just a sneak attack, and that there was a possibility of a powerful opponent.

Seeing Fang Yuan unleash a hundred-foot-long sword aura, a sense of despair filled his heart.

When the true energy reached three hundred feet, the difference between them was self-evident, and it completely shattered his pride.

Thinking back to the solemn vows I made at the banquet last night, my face stung, and I wished I could disappear into the ground.

It should be noted that those present at the time included not only the young talents of Qinghai City, but also outstanding disciples from their own family.

"If you can't even handle this little setback, get out of the ancestral hall immediately."

A thunderous shout exploded in Fang Xuan's mind.

His mind cleared instantly, and he cautiously glanced at Fang Runan out of the corner of his eye before standing up straight.

"I actually got distracted during the battle."

Fang Lian reacted, took a deep breath, slowly raised his palm, and pushed it forward, releasing a surge of true essence like a ray of light.

At this moment.

A massive palm print pressed down, compressing a large amount of air, as if a gale had been whipped up, producing a deafening sound and astonishing power.

The unparalleled sword energy slashed at the palm print, flashing with dazzling light and erupting with a deafening roar.

The collision didn't last long; the sword energy melted away like ice and snow, gradually shattering and dissipating into wisps of mist.

"His true essence is far less profound than that of the Mad Blood Daoist, and his combat experience is also very rudimentary."

After two or three rounds, Fang Yuan had a rough idea of ​​Fang Lian's strength.

The Mad Blood Daoist possesses the cultivation of the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. His attacks are ruthless and decisive, leaving no room for retreat.

Fang Lian in front of us should still be in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.

Perhaps due to underestimating their opponent, the sense of pressure they felt wasn't that strong.

Of course, so many days have passed.

Fang Yuan's strength had also improved, which gave him the confidence to defy the heavens and attack those in the Foundation Establishment realm.

"continue!"

After shattering the palm print, Fang Yuan swiftly drew his spirit sword from behind him, his arm trembling as he thrust it forward.

Eighteen sword shadows, imbued with boundless true energy, were unleashed in an instant, as fast as lightning, enough to pierce through the physical body of a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"I never imagined he had mastered the Nine Swords of Gale to such a level."

Below the stage, Fang Yuan muttered to himself, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

He has only just mastered the Nine Swords of Gale to perfection, and can barely unleash nine sword shadows. He originally thought he had caught up with Fang Yuan.

But he had long since surpassed the realm of perfection and reached a height that was beyond his imagination.

"Am I destined to never catch up with you in this lifetime?"

Fang Yuan was not Fang Xuan; his martial arts resolve was unwavering, and he quickly emerged from his current state of confusion.

"If you can do it, so can I."

On stage, Fang Lian became increasingly nervous as the battle progressed.

He had completely abandoned his contempt and now regarded Fang Yuan as an opponent of equal standing.

"What a freak! His strength at the Innate Realm is simply unbelievable."

Fang Lian spat and said fiercely, "But the chasm between cultivation levels isn't so easy to cross!"

In an instant.

His aura surged, and a torrent of true energy rushed forth, with a pale gray light swirling around his palm.

"Desolate Palm!"

It was still a palm print that had been pushed out horizontally.

But this time it was filled with a chilling terror.

Wherever the palm print swept, the surrounding green vegetation instantly turned yellow and withered, as if all the essence was absorbed and transformed into power.

"The clan's signature martial art, the Desolate Palm!" a member of the Youfang family exclaimed in surprise.

"Fang Yuan is no ordinary man; he actually forced the young master of the family to use the clan's most treasured martial art."

"When the Desolate Palm is cultivated to its peak, nothing grows in its path; it transforms into boundless power that annihilates all things."

"To be defeated by the clan's signature martial art, Fang Yuan has every reason to be proud."

The people below were buzzing with discussion, their faces showing surprise.

In their view, Fang Yuan was almost certain to lose.

After all, the difference in cultivation level was undeniable, and with the unleashing of the clan's signature martial art, even those of the same cultivation level would be killed, let alone him.

Though defeated, you are still honorable!

Although they were members of the Fang family of the royal city, they had to admit that Fang Yuan's talent was extraordinary.

The members of the Fang family in the county town all had very solemn expressions, clenched their fists, and remained silent.

Facing the gray palm print that exuded an aura of annihilation.

Fang Yuan unleashed thirty-six sword shadows in one go, shocking onlookers, but still could not stop the crushing palm prints.

Fang Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, and his internal energy surged outward continuously, covering the surface of his body, as if he had made a decision.

Then, he swung his spirit sword repeatedly, the sword shadows filling the air, eventually merging into the sword's body, and strode forward.

"What does he want to do?"

"He will die if he faces the Desolate Palm head-on with his bare flesh!"

"Even if the spirit sword can pierce the desolate palm, his true energy will eventually run dry. How long can it last?"

Many people in the audience looked at Fang Yuan as if they were madmen.

Activating the spirit sword already requires a large amount of true energy, and now, with the added need to protect oneself, it's simply impossible.

"You're not a reckless person."

Not far away, Fang Zhongwu stared intently at the changes on the stage, muttering to himself, but his clenched palms were swirling with true energy.

"Since you want to die, then so be it."

Fang Lian's face turned cold, his eyes filled with confidence, and he even increased the amount of true energy poured into the Desolate Palm, already revealing his killing intent!

He once used this clan-protecting martial art to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

Fang Yuan was definitely not able to resist.

"A wisp of true essence in the Foundation Establishment stage can draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and transform into more than a dozen strands of true energy. No wonder it is not something that can be defeated by the Innate stage."

Only when Fang Yuan was at the center of the pressure could he truly appreciate Fang Lian's strength.

His tightly gripped spirit sword pierced through the desolate palm, but the pressure from the surroundings continued to erode his true energy shield.

The internal energy was being consumed very quickly, and the palm print was like a falling hydraulic press, about to crush him.

"out!"

Fang Yuan gave a light shout, his spiritual consciousness probing into his dantian, fully activating the jade cup that was already brimming with true energy.

In an instant.

The true energy in the jade cup surged out like a dam bursting, and the dantian was instantly filled as if it had been parched for a long time and received sweet rain.

"Myriad Star Fist!"

After Fang Yuan's true energy was restored, he swung his sword repeatedly, completely severing the entanglements around him, and then closed in on him with the Phantom Step.

His left knuckles gleamed with starlight before he slammed them down heavily on Fang Lian.

"not good!"

In the blink of an eye.

Fang Lian felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, sensing a profound crisis that threatened his life, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He waved his hands repeatedly, decisively gathering his true energy to block in front of him, but the falling meteors continued to bombard him, shattering the shield in an instant.

Approximately dozens of powerful punches landed on him, causing him to spit out blood and fall heavily off the stage.

Fang Lian, defeated!

This moment.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence!