Yanfu: Starting with the Six-Eared Macaque

After a night's rest, Chen Xing arrived at Tianji Peak again, full of energy. The four original arenas in the square had been removed, and a larger arena had been erected in the center.

The entire platform is made of black-veined stone, with three layers of protective arrays surrounding the edges. The flow of spiritual energy exudes a heavy pressure, making this the exclusive arena for the final of the sect competition.

After the first three rounds of competition, only two people remained to compete for the championship.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely enthusiastic, with a cacophony of voices and fluttering banners.

When Chen Xing leaped onto the stage, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from below.

"Chen Xing! Chen Xing! Chen Xing!"

"Chu Feng! Chu Feng! Chu Feng!"

Shouts rose and fell, the two groups seemingly locked in a contest, their shouts growing louder and louder.

As expected, the one who made it to the finals alongside Chen Xing was a disciple of Tianxuan Peak.

Chen Xing looked up and saw that the other person was dressed in a blue and white outfit. The clothes were tight and clung to his skin, and the cuffs were tightly tied up, which made his neat figure look even more upright.

Chu Feng held an eight-sided Han sword in his hand. The sword was straight and long, with a cold and sharp blade that gleamed with a sharp edge. A faint dark red aura surrounded him.

[A Glimpse of Beauty] Activated!

"Target locked: Chu Feng. This lock can be lifted at any time."

"Unfortunately, you did not learn about your opponent's weaknesses. If the target is only seen briefly for a long time, it will increase your chances of discovering their weaknesses."

You have received the following information:

Name: Chu Feng

State: Refining Essence into Qi

Specialization: Swordsmanship 77%

Skill: Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique

Threat Level: Crimson

【Ringed Dragon】A melee weapon with a sharpness of 65. A sword imbued with spirit, capable of summoning divine lightning.

As Chen Xing's gaze was fixed on Chu Feng, Chu Feng was also looking him up and down, his eyes filled with seriousness and fighting spirit.

Chu Feng raised his sword and bowed slightly to Chen Xing, saying, "Chu Feng of Tianxuan Peak."

Chen Xing gripped the silk thread tightly in his hand and bowed in return, saying, "Chen Xing from Yuheng Peak."

Seeing that the two were ready, the referee loudly announced the start.

Before he could finish speaking, Chu Feng launched the first attack.

With a flick of his wrist, a sword aura carrying a sharp sword intent shot out and headed straight for Chen Xing.

This sword energy was faster and more powerful than the one Fei Ding had used before. Chen Xing pushed off the ground with his feet and slid sideways to dodge. Even though he reacted very quickly, the sword energy still cut a tear in his clothes on his shoulder, and his skin felt a slight stinging pain.

Chu Feng's figure followed closely behind the sword energy, his longsword swirling with countless sword flowers, each move ruthless and swift, slashing repeatedly at Chen Xing's vital points. Amidst the crisscrossing sword intent, fine sword marks were carved into the arena floor.

Chen Xing moved nimbly, dodging and searching for openings. Taking advantage of the moment when Chu Feng's sword missed its mark, he suddenly swung out the rope in his hand.

The silk threads coiled around the Ring Dragon Sword like a serpent. Chen Xing exerted force with his arm, pulling Chu Feng aside to try and deflect his force. At the same time, he kept moving his feet, twisting his waist, and delivered a whip kick with a strong wind, aiming for Chu Feng's head.

Chu Feng reacted extremely quickly, leaning back to avoid the attack. His hair was swept by the force of the kick, and he took advantage of the moment to lower his body and kick Chen Xing's left leg, which was supporting his body, with his right foot.

Chen Xing used his waist and abdomen to twist his waist and hips, forcefully lifting his left leg off the ground to avoid Chu Feng's kick.

The two, one tall and one short, passed each other and retreated to their respective sides of the arena, standing firmly with their eyes still fixed on each other, their auras growing increasingly fierce.

On the platform, Master Heyang stroked his beard. Seeing that the two were evenly matched, with Chu Feng seemingly having a slight advantage, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He said loudly, "His disciple Yun Qing is fierce, but my Tianxuan Peak is not to be trifled with either."

Master Qingwei, standing to the side, kept his gaze fixed on the arena, smiling but saying nothing, his expression indifferent.

On the arena, the two paced slowly, probing each other and searching for each other's weaknesses.

Suddenly, Chen Xing exerted force with his feet, his body rushing towards Chu Feng like an arrow released from a bow. He swung the silk in his hand sharply, making it as straight as an iron rod, and lashed it hard at Chu Feng.

"state!"

Chu Feng parried with his sword raised, and the rope swords clashed, producing a sound like steel colliding.

Upon closer inspection, everyone realized that the rope in Chen Xing's hand was as straight as an iron rod, without any bend.

Before Chu Feng could regain his strength, Chen Xing switched the rope to a stick, spun around, and swung it in a flourish, aiming straight for Chu Feng's face.

Chu Feng tilted his head to dodge, but Chen Xing twisted his wrist, pulling the rope back in, and then thrust his other hand forward, aiming straight for Chu Feng's lower abdomen.

Chu Feng immediately turned to the side and parried with his sword, successfully blocking the rope stick.

"Haha, it seems that the championship of this year is going to be in the hands of Tianxuan Peak." Master Heyang stroked his beard, his smile growing even more smug.

Master Qingwei remained unmoved.

The two exchanged blows for several more rounds, their moves becoming increasingly swift and fierce.

Chu Feng seized the opportunity when Chen Xing thrust forward, twisted his wrist, and swept his longsword horizontally. The sharp sword intent forced Chen Xing to duck and retreat, barely avoiding the attack. His clothes on the back were torn by the sword energy.

Unlike Feding, Chu Feng's swordsmanship was not only swift but also carried a strong suppressive force, pressing forward relentlessly and giving Chen Xing no room to draw up the formation.

Chen Xing retreated several steps, creating distance between himself and Chu Feng. He dodged Chu Feng's sword energy, his hands moving rapidly in front of him, quickly constructing array nodes.

Time was of the essence, and there was no time to build a complete formation. Only four basic nodes were constructed. Chen Xing quickly took out a modified [Taiyi Five Elements Binding Spirit True Talisman] and tore it open.

The moment the talisman was activated, the four surrounding nodes lit up sharply.

【Mustard Seed Trapping Dragon and Suppressing Mountain Formation】!

Chu Feng instantly felt as if his limbs were bound by invisible ropes, and each swing of his longsword required even more effort.

Seeing that the formation was taking effect, Chu Feng's attack speed slowed down significantly. Chen Xing immediately seized the opportunity, his fingertips flashing with spiritual light as he quickly constructed more nodes. At the same time, he threw specially made talismans into the air, which hovered between the nodes, ready to be unleashed.

The disciples in the stands sensed that the spiritual energy wandering in the world was being continuously drawn towards the arena, surrounding Chu Feng and forming layers of constraints, making his movements increasingly difficult.

Chu Feng knew that he absolutely could not let Chen Xing continue, otherwise he would only repeat the same mistake as Fei Ding.

Without further hesitation, he immediately adopted the Seven Star Steps, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and his longsword suddenly pierced the sky, as he loudly proclaimed:

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple transformed into divine thunder. Its majestic heavenly power was drawn forth by the sword!

In an instant, dark clouds surged in the sky, lightning flashed, and the violent power of thunder was drawn down by the Ring Dragon Sword, flowing into Chu Feng's body along the sword.

In Chen Xing's eyes, the deep red aura surrounding Chu Feng was faintly turning black and purple.

"boom!"

The raging power of thunder, carrying sword energy, forcefully broke through the binding array. Then, Chu Feng transformed into a thunderous sword shadow and launched another fierce attack on Chen Xing.

Faced with this unstoppable, thunderous offensive, Chen Xing remained completely calm.

His fingers flew rapidly, and with each change of hand seals, the talisman that had been floating in the air was instantly activated.

A strange fluctuation of spiritual energy spread out, and the lightning sword shadow collided with the spiritual array. Chu Feng, trapped within the lightning, was firmly bound and could no longer advance.

"roar!"

Chu Feng roared and slammed his palm down on the hilt of the sword with all his might.

The Ring Dragon Sword instantly transformed into a ferocious thunder dragon, breaking free of its restraints and carrying raging lightning as it hurtled straight towards Chen Xing.

Chen Xing's eyes narrowed, and his hand seals changed again. The spiritual energy that had been binding Chu Feng rapidly gathered around him, forming a thick barrier of spiritual light to meet the thunderous sword shadow.

Lightning and spiritual light collided violently, and the blinding light swept across the entire arena, making it impossible for the disciples in the stands to look directly at it.

"boom!"

A deafening roar followed as a shockwave, carrying with it spiritual energy, exploded, creating a massive shockwave. The protective array surrounding the arena shone brightly, barely managing to block the force.

As the light gradually faded, Chu Feng was seen lying on the platform, completely exhausted, and had already fainted.

Chen Xing was covered in blood, his clothes were tattered, and he was holding the taut rope tightly in his hand for support. He managed to stand up and smiled at the referee. Perhaps the corner of his mouth aggravated his wound, because he gasped in pain.

The referee immediately stepped forward, took out two pale yellow healing pills, and fed them to Chen Xing and Chu Feng respectively. The pills melted instantly in their mouths, and their gentle medicinal power quickly spread, relieving their injuries.

The referee then turned to face the entire arena and announced loudly, "Chen Xing of Yuheng Peak wins!"

There was a brief silence in the stands, followed by thunderous applause and cheers.