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Hundred-Fold Mountain...

Renowned for its weapon crafting, its disciples are all physically strong and their fighting style is fierce and domineering.

Without further ado, Tie Zhong threw a punch at Gu Changfeng.

The fist tore through the air with a loud bang, heading straight for Gu Changfeng's face.

Instead of retreating, Gu Changfeng advanced, gripping the Po Jun sword and charging forward.

The sword and fist collided, creating a visible shockwave.

The two of them retreated together.

Using the force of the recoil, Gu Changfeng spun around and rose into the air, his Po Jun Blade drawing a sharp line in the air before slashing down.

"Hundred Refinements of Heavenly Skill!"

Tie Zhong roared and activated the inherited divine technique of their great sect. He crossed his arms, and a layer of golden iron luster emanated from beneath his skin.

"clang!"

The blade struck the arm, producing a crisp, metallic clang.

The crowd below the stage all gasped for breath. What kind of physical body was this?

With a flick of his wrist, Gu Changfeng channeled a strange force into the Po Jun Blade—this was the application of the power from the Extreme Dao Emperor Scripture!

The power was concentrated at one point, and then a blade of light was unleashed!

Tie Zhong's expression changed. He used both hands to block, and took more than ten steps back before he could regain his balance. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at his arm, then at Gu Changfeng, and smiled.

"Such domineering strength, I admit defeat."

Gu Changfeng sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and watched Tie Zhong stride off the stage.

A round of applause erupted from the audience.

The elder of Hundred Forged Mountain stroked his beard and nodded. Although he lost, he dared to challenge the senior brother of the Holy Land, which greatly enhanced the reputation of Hundred Forged Mountain.

Afterwards, several more disciples of major sects came up to challenge him, and Gu Changfeng fought four matches in a row, winning all of them.

His sword strikes were even more powerful than before, each strike carrying the unreasonable and domineering force of the Supreme Emperor Scripture.

After defeating several opponents, he grew stronger with each battle, showing no signs of fatigue.

The disciples below the stage gasped in surprise.

"Our senior brother is incredibly strong this time!"

"When he was suppressed by the Holy Son with a single palm strike, I thought it was because my senior brother was incompetent, but now it seems the Holy Son is just too strong..."

Just as everyone was discussing, the star-like figure on the Tian Shu seat stood up.

"Brother Gu, you've fought five matches in a row. Would you like to rest for a while?"

Si Chen's voice came from the starlight, indistinguishable between male and female.

Gu Changfeng looked up at the starlight and subconsciously tightened his grip on the Po Jun sword.

The Celestial Pivot Saint Son, with the Zhou Tian Body, has reached the peak of the Core Formation stage.

Although their cultivation levels were similar to his, he knew that these prodigies could not be judged by ordinary standards; they could break through at any time if they wanted to.

He took a breath to calm himself, holding the Broken Army Blade horizontally in front of his chest.

Even though he knew he was doomed to lose, he still wanted to reassess his situation one last time.

"No need, please enlighten me, Senior Brother Si."

Si Chen said no more.

His body shone brightly with starlight, and he transformed into a streak of starlight as he landed on the sparring platform.

The moment I landed, the ground beneath my feet seemed to transform into a miniature starry sky.

Everyone watched intently, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.

The battle between the Holy Son of Tian Shu and the Senior Brother of Bei Dou was the most significant one since the start of their sparring.

Gu Changfeng made the first move.

He knew he only had one chance.

He gathered power in his hand and let out a shout.

"Take this, Superpower!"

A blade of light, imbued with his full strength, slashed straight at Si Chen's face.

Wherever it passed, the void could not bear the weight, breaking a small section of the void. Even the aftershocks made most of the disciples below the stage feel their hair stand on end.

This is a sword-style divine power from the Imperial Scripture.

This strike brought together the momentum he had accumulated from five consecutive battles, making it more powerful than any of his previous strikes.

Si Chen raised his right hand, his five fingers spread, and a swirling star appeared in his palm.

The blade light pierced into the star vortex, only to be diluted by the star's power and dissipate into nothingness.

"The power of the stars is indeed well-deserved." Gu Changfeng's eyes widened, and his tone was low.

Si Chen did not respond, but transformed into a streak of starlight and appeared behind Gu Changfeng in an instant, gently placing a hand covered in starlight on his shoulder.

Before Gu Changfeng could even react, he was pinned down by a powerful force and sent flying dozens of feet away, landing on the edge of the sparring platform.

He steadied himself and looked down at the starlight palm print on his shoulder.

He then sighed, sheathed his sword, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "I have lost."

Si Chen withdrew his hand, his voice filled with praise:

"Senior Brother Gu has a solid foundation and a domineering style. The name of the Big Dipper Emperor Scripture is well-deserved."

"It's just that the difference in our physical constitutions is too great, so there's no need to worry about this defeat."

Gu Changfeng nodded, turned around and walked off the stage.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by an even louder uproar.

"The Zhou Tian Body is too powerful; even Senior Brother's full-force strike was neutralized."

"The eldest brother has been defeated in one move again..."

"It seems there's still a difference in physical constitution..."

Amidst the murmur of conversation, a soft laugh suddenly broke the silence.

The intense heat contained within drew everyone's gaze in that direction.

At the Golden Crow Clan's seat, Bi Yang put down the wine cup he had been playing with, his golden eyes filled with undisguised fighting spirit.

"You're playing Xingli quite well."

He stood up, his tall figure casting a shadow in the light.

He then stepped down from his seat, and with each step, a wave of heat rose from the ground beneath his feet.

"I wonder if your starlight can withstand the blazing fire of my sun?"

Having said that, he was already on the sparring platform.

The scorching heatwave swept outwards, and the disciples who were closer to the platform retreated.

For the first time, the starlight around Si Chen fluctuated, indicating that the Zhou Tian Body was automatically protecting its master and had sensed a threat.

On the stage, all the powerful figures sat up straight.

Even Feng Zhi was looking forward to this match, as it was the first time he had ever witnessed a clash between geniuses of the same level...

The Golden Crow Prince is facing off against the Heavenly Pivot Saint Son, one of the strongest bloodlines of the demon race, and against the special physique of the human race.

This battle was the first clash between the two races, a clash between the top prodigies of Feng Zhi's generation, and its significance was self-evident.

On the competition stage.

The starlight surrounding Si Chen was finally no longer obscured.

As the starry curtain unfolded, his true appearance was revealed to everyone for the first time.

It was a very young face, but the pupils were unlike those of ordinary people; they were like a pitch-black universe.

"Prince Golden Crow, please."

Si Chen raised his hand and gestured for him to proceed.

The protective starlight surrounding him was several times brighter than before, and he no longer held back when facing the strongest bloodline of the Golden Crow Clan.

Bi Yang raised his right hand, and a ball of golden divine flame exploded in his palm.

That was the unique solar fire of the Golden Crow clan, which, according to legend, could burn everything in the world, and even the soul could not escape it.

With a swift movement, he transformed into a golden flame and hurtled straight at Si Chen.

Si Chen formed a hand seal, creating a starlight barrier in front of him.

boom!

The golden flames crashed against the barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.

Flames splattered, starlight shattered, and the aftershocks from the collision of the two forces caused the barriers at the edge of the arena to flicker violently.

The disciples below the stage all retreated dozens of steps, for even the aftershocks were beyond their ability to withstand!

"You managed to block one punch, not bad. But what about the second one?" Bi Yang grinned, his fighting spirit growing even stronger.

He thrust out both fists, and the Golden Crow Divine Flame surged from them, transforming into two phantom golden crows with outstretched wings, flanking Si Chen from the left and right.

Si Chen's expression remained unchanged as he let out a low shout.

"Zhou Tian Star Domain, rise."

As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual energy above the sparring platform surged.

The sky over this area transformed into countless phantom images of stars, turning the entire sparring platform into a miniature starry sky.