Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

"Good lad..."

Elder Zou stared at Xu Mofeng, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, before finally managing to choke out, "Just how many trump cards are you hiding?"

Xu Mofeng gave a shy smile, but his tone was full of confidence: "Elder, don't worry, you will see them one by one in the future."

Elder Zou was both pleased and sighed, shaking his head repeatedly.

When he saw Xu Mofeng facing Lian Chaoyang, who was at the seventh level of the Golden Core stage, he had already declared the match a death sentence. No matter how monstrous the talent, the gap of four major realms was there, and it was not something that could be crossed so easily. At best, he could lose with some dignity.

Who would have thought that Xu Mofeng not only won, but won with a ridiculously swift victory?

With a single strike, he defeated a seventh-level Golden Core cultivator.

This surprise almost stunned the old man.

Not only Elder Zou, but the entire Biyou Sect camp was stunned into silence.

Li Haoran and the other inner disciples were already dumbfounded. Even the core disciples, who were usually arrogant, looked at Xu Mofeng with awe and admiration.

Before long, the fifth round of competition officially began.

Xu Mofeng's opponent in this round is Liu Yingyu, a female disciple of the Nine Heavens Palace at the seventh level of the Golden Core stage.

The female cultivators of Jiuxiao Palace have always been outstanding in appearance and graceful in figure, and they are the focus of attention in every competition; this time, when they faced the dark horse Xu Mofeng who appeared out of nowhere, they were surrounded by layers of onlookers.

"Who do you think will win this round?"

"In the last match, Xu Mofeng used a secret technique to defeat Lian Chaoyang in one fell swoop. How could someone use a secret technique of that level repeatedly? I bet Liu Yingyu will win."

"It's hard to say. You can't judge a monster by common sense. Maybe he has other tricks up his sleeve."

"Heh, the difference of four realms is just for show? Ordinary Golden Core cultivators are one thing, but Liu Yingyu is one of the top geniuses in the Nine Heavens Palace."

"That's true..."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the two slowly walked onto the stage.

"Go, Senior Sister Liu!"

"Senior Sister Liu, don't hold back! Quickly take down this brat from the Azure Nether Sect!"

As soon as Liu Yingyu stood still, the female disciples of Jiuxiao Palace below cheered her on in unison. Their soft, melodious voices created a beautiful scene, attracting the attention of disciples from other sects.

Xu Mofeng was speechless to himself. This spectacle looked like a beauty pageant to anyone who didn't know better.

At this moment, Liu Yingyu looked up at him and said seriously, "I am not Lian Chaoyang, and I will not underestimate you just because your cultivation level is low. I will go all out, so be careful."

Xu Mofeng was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "That would be perfect, Senior Sister Liu, please."

Liu Yingyu snorted coldly, and with a light tap of her toes, she rushed forward, her long sword aimed straight at Xu Mofeng's heart.

Her gaze was fixed on Xu Mofeng's right hand, clearly on guard against that secret technique that could defeat the enemy with a single strike.

Xu Mofeng had no intention of using the sword-drawing technique at all; he simply swung his sword casually, unleashing a condensed and dazzling blade of light.

Liu Yingyu swung her sword, shattering the blade's light, and took a half-step back.

She was secretly shocked: How could the sword light be so solidified at the mere third level of the Golden Core realm? But seeing that the other party did not use any secret techniques, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"As expected, that secret technique can't be used a second time in a short period of time."

"That's true, but his background is terrifying. He could force Liu Yingyu to retreat with a casual slash!"

"So what? His full strength is nothing more than an ordinary attack in Liu Yingyu's eyes. With the suppression of their cultivation levels, Xu Mofeng is bound to lose."

Amidst the lively discussion below, a voice suddenly drifted from the crowd: "Who said Senior Brother Xu Mofeng used his full strength?"

Everyone was stunned, and before they could react, nearly a hundred golden sword lights suddenly erupted from the stage! Each one was brilliant and solid, and its power was in no way inferior to the previous strike!

"How...how is this possible?!"

The audience's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and they gasped in astonishment.

"A hundred strikes in an instant? What kind of insane speed is that?"

Liu Yingyu, who was the first to be affected, had a sudden change in expression.

She could easily block Xu Mofeng's first strike; two strikes, and she struggled; three strikes, and she could barely parry; four strikes, and she was no match for him...

Now facing more than sixty blades at once, Liu Yingyu was like a small boat in a storm, swaying precariously, about to be swallowed by the giant waves.

"The cold moon casts its shadow!"

In the critical moment, Liu Yingyu decisively unleashed her killing move.

A cold, clear moon quietly floated above the arena, exuding a chilling aura; it was the sword intent she had comprehended!

Just as the disciples of the Nine Heavens Palace were about to cheer and the onlookers were about to marvel, they saw the golden sword light that filled the sky crash straight into the Cold Moon Sword Force with an unreasonable and domineering attitude, sweeping away everything in its path!

The Cold Moon Sword Intent, which was said to be Liu Yingyu's trump card, shattered and vanished without a trace before it could even last a single breath.

The next instant, the blade's gleam vanished.

Liu Yingyu stood there, her face deathly pale, a long sword silently hanging in front of her chest, just inches from her heart.

"I lost."

Liu Yingyu's lips curled into a bitter smile as she spoke in a low voice.

Below the stage, the group of beautiful women from Jiuxiao Palace remained frozen in place, still shouting, their pretty faces filled with astonishment and disbelief.

The entire venue was deathly silent for two seconds, followed by a chorus of gasps of shock.

"hiss--"

"He won! Xu Mofeng won again!"

"How did he do that? Every strike looked like a full-force attack; how could he unleash so many strikes in such a short time!"

"This young man possesses unfathomable depth and a constant stream of hidden strengths. Despite appearing to be only at the third level of the Golden Core stage, no one can fathom his limits!"

Everyone's faces were filled with shock, staring at the boy on the stage with almost awe.

Previously, when Ying Lian Chaoyang was defeated, it could be said that he relied on his secret techniques to catch her off guard; but this time, when he faced Liu Yingyu, who was also at the seventh level of the Golden Core stage, head-on, he forced her to even draw her sword intent, but he was still completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back.

This can only prove one thing: Xu Mofeng's strength is enough to span four realms!

"Senior Sister Liu actually lost?"

"These disciples of the Azure Nether Sect are too powerful..."

The female disciples of Jiuxiao Palace finally came to their senses, staring at Xu Mofeng with wide, round eyes, covering their mouths in amazement.

Xu Mofeng was already handsome and elegant. Now, standing tall and straight with his sword sheathed, his domineering and unparalleled sword-wielding posture had deeply impressed many girls, causing their cheeks to flush and their hearts to flutter.

[Congratulations, host, on successfully transforming your destiny! You have received the following reward: Beauty Elixir x1]

Xu Mofeng, who had just stepped off the stage, looked at the prompt that popped up in his mind, his lips twitched, and he was quite speechless.

The rewards from this system are always random and fluctuate in quality; whether they are good or bad depends entirely on luck.

So far, the best he has obtained is the "Martial Arts Comprehension Pill," followed by the Spirit Body Advancement Pill, and then various multiplier comprehension pills and Golden Core Realm advancement pills, all of which are rare and priceless treasures in the cultivation world; the worst are just some ordinary pills that are already available on the market.

This beauty-enhancing pill sounds precious, but it's utterly useless to a sword cultivator who's focused on his cultivation. He doesn't chase girls, so what use is this beauty-enhancing pill to him?

Xu Mofeng was inwardly complaining when he suddenly sensed a sharp, knife-like gaze falling on him.

He looked up and met a pair of cold eyes.

Robes white as snow, a white sword like frost, a face as cold as ice—it was Shangguan Dongxue of the Snow Moon Sect.

Clearly, his stunning performance of winning two consecutive matches caught the attention of this long-established swordsmanship genius.

Amidst the bustling crowd, two gazes collided across the distance, their invisible blade-like auras clashing as if sparks were flying.

In an instant, Shangguan Dongxue withdrew her gaze, and Xu Mofeng also lowered his eyes.

As fellow sword cultivators, both harbored a deep-seated desire to fight each other.

Even if we don't meet in this martial arts competition, there will definitely be a sword duel in the future!

As if by divine intervention, the results of the sixth round of draws caused an uproar: Xu Mofeng's opponent was none other than Shangguan Dongxue.

Half of the training ground instantly erupted in excitement, with disciples from the six sects swarming over, eager not to miss this spectacle.

One is a dark horse of the Biyou Sect who appeared out of nowhere, known as a once-in-ten-thousand-year prodigy of the sect;

One is the renowned prodigy of the Snow Moon Sect, born with an innate sword physique.

How can we not be excited about a showdown between two top-tier sword masters?

"Only six people remain in the martial arts competition. Whoever wins will advance to the top three and secure a spot in the Royal Secret Realm!"

"It's said that Shangguan Dongxue has grasped nearly 30% of the sword intent, and with the added advantage of realm suppression, his chances of winning this match are at least 80%!"

"It's hard to say. Xu Mofeng hasn't revealed any martial arts intent yet. Surely a genius of his caliber wouldn't be completely ignorant of sword intent, would he?"

"Even if she does, so what? Shangguan Dongxue is a top contender for first place in the martial arts competition; her chances of winning are definitely much higher!"

Not only were ordinary disciples discussing it, but even the elders of the six sects and the leaders of each sect turned their attention to this place.

"Feng Wubian, how about we make a bet off the field?"

A wild young man dressed in the attire of a core disciple of the Snow Moon Sect turned around and spoke. His eyebrows were sharp as knives, and his body was surrounded by a powerful sword aura. He was none other than Duan Lengchan, the number one core disciple of the Snow Moon Sect.

"If Xu Mofeng of your Biyou Sect were to fight my junior brother Dongxue, who would win?"

Feng Wubian, with his refined and elegant demeanor, glanced at him indifferently: "What is there to be afraid of?"

"good!"

A mad glint flashed in Duan Lengchan's eyes. "Then I'll bet five hundred high-grade spirit stones!"

Several other members of the sect leader group nearby turned their heads upon hearing this. Five hundred high-grade spirit stones was a huge sum of money, even for people of their status.

Feng Wubian's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded, saying, "Alright."

"Ha ha!"

Duan Lengchan laughed loudly, looking at Feng Wubian meaningfully, "I'm not afraid to tell you, before coming to the martial arts competition, I had a fight with Junior Brother Dongxue once."

He raised a finger and said, slowly and deliberately, "And I, I am only half a move stronger than him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him turned around, their expressions moved.

As leading figures among the younger generation of the six sects, everyone knows Duan Lengchan's strength.

Although he wasn't the absolute best among the six, he was definitely in the upper-middle range.

If even he could only defeat Shangguan Dongxue by half a move, then how terrifying must Shangguan Dongxue's strength be?

"What, you still have faith in your sect's so-called number one prodigy?"

Duan Lengchan glanced sideways at Feng Wubian, his tone tinged with smugness.

Feng Wubian remained silent.

Duan Lengchan, however, laughed loudly with a sense of triumph, as if he had already won the bet.