Cultivation: I Have a Skill Level Panel

A fiery light glinted in Xiao Chen's eyes, like two scorching suns ablaze. He wielded his Fiery Flaming Spear, sweeping it like a flaming dragon as he hacked violently toward Song Fuchuan!

But Song Fuchuan neither dodged nor retreated. A glint of sword light flashed in his eyes, and with the Silver Light Longsword in his hand,

he executed a backhanded flourish. The sharp Sword Momentum tore through the air, clashing violently with Xiao Chen's attack!

BANG!

In an instant, sword and spear collided in the air. The void churned and shook like ocean waves as a gale-force wind swept through.

After a single clash, the two were evenly matched!

Then, Xiao Chen was like a fiery meteor, while Song Fuchuan was like a silver stream of light.

The two flickered continuously across the sky above the vast, spacious arena at unbelievable speeds.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The surrounding void was shaken so violently that it rippled continuously like the surface of the sea.

The Sword Qi unleashed by Song Fuchuan's incredibly powerful Sword Momentum crisscrossed the air like meteors streaking from beyond the heavens, filling every corner of the void with its astonishing power.

The lingering Sword Qi seemed capable of slicing the very void to pieces—a terrifying sight!

Xiao Chen's spear struck like a dragon. Having comprehended both Spear Momentum and Flame Momentum, his every strike seemed to pierce through the void and incinerate space itself.

The potent Ice Blue Fiery Flame burned through everything, yet its coldness chilled to the bone, making it impossible to defend against!

Two lightning-fast figures flickered continuously in the void.

The clash of spear and sword rang out like the din of a cavalry charge.

The sounds instantly thundered between heaven and earth, shaking the entire region!

Outside the arena, the crowd of Inner Sect Disciples were all stunned, their mouths agape and their eyes wide with shock.

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

"Xiao Chen is actually this strong!?"

"Is this really the Xiao Chen I know?!"

A large, fat man with a dazzlingly shiny bald head stared with wide eyes, exclaiming in disbelief.

"Holy shit, the Profound Celestial Sect is full of crouching tigers and hidden dragons! Geniuses are everywhere!"

"Since when could a random disciple who's only been in the Inner Sect for a mere six years have the power to challenge someone on the Profound Celestial List?!

Who's next? You? Or me?!" a Tall and Thin Cultivator interjected.

"Isn't this better? Everyone in our Profound Celestial Sect is a dragon among men.

In the future, it will be up to us young Cultivators to support the Sect!"

A middle-aged Cultivator with an ordinary face, dressed in a yellow-and-black Daoist Robe, said with emotion.

"Perspective! My friend, that's some grand perspective!" a young Cultivator nearby praised, nodding his head in agreement.

"Huh!?

Jin Yuanbao, you're here too?"

Ji Ba, who had a handlebar mustache, happened to glance aside and spotted a figure in a golden brocade robe that looked like it was about to burst at the seams from his large belly. The man had a round face and small, squinted eyes, prompting Ji Ba to cry out in surprise.

But the fat man in the golden brocade robe turned a deaf ear, acting as if he hadn't heard a thing.

His small, squinted eyes remained fixed on the two meteor-like figures flickering on the arena, and he simply picked up a watermelon-sized Spirit Fruit and started munching on it.

The very picture of a melon-eating bystander.

"Fuck your mother!

You got lucky and made a killing last year,

but today you're not taking bets?!"

Ji Ba stared at Jin Yuanbao with his narrow eyes, knowing full well the man was just pretending.

Hearing this, Jin Yuanbao turned his head. At the memory of something, his expression turned ugly, his round face trembled, and his small, squinted eyes looked as if they were about to shed tears.

He spoke with a voice full of heartache and misery:

"Sigh!"

"Eighth Master,

don't say another word!"

"It's a long, sad story."

"All the Spirit Stones I made a killing on last time went straight into my old man's pocket.

He said I wasn't doing honest work and even docked my allowance!"

"I'm so fucking screwed.

He was clearly just greedy for my Spirit Stones..." As he spoke, Jin Yuanbao's face looked as if he were wearing a mask of agony, and he forced a hideous smile.

Hearing this, Ji Ba couldn't help but show a trace of sympathy in his eyes. 'This guy has it rough,' he thought. 'No wonder he isn't taking bets...'

The disciples outside the vast arena continued their conversation, but Xiao Chen and Song Fuchuan were completely unaware of it.

At this moment, the two figures collided violently in the void once more.

BANG!

A cold glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He swept his Fiery Flaming Spear like a startled dragon, hacking through the void and scorching the heavens as it crashed viciously against Song Fuchuan's sharp Longsword, which had streaked through the air like a meteor!

A heaven-shattering boom erupted, a roar like a cavalry charge that seemed to shake the very firmament.

The surrounding space churned like a raging ocean, endlessly turbulent!

Terrifying shockwaves blasted outward in all directions, kicking up violent gusts of wind!

The strike having failed to connect, the two abruptly pulled apart.

Xiao Chen stepped on the void, sending out layers of ripples. Like a fiery meteor burning through the air, he shot several hundred zhang away.

Meanwhile, Song Fuchuan, his aura shooting through the sky like a rainbow, moved like a stream of unearthly light, instantly crossing a thousand zhang to stand tall in the void.

He held his three-chi longsword as a corner of his robes fluttered without wind. His long hair danced, and his eyes glinted with a cold light, but his face wore a solemn expression.

'This kid is unbelievably strong. He's only at the True Martial Sixth Layer Late Stage, yet he's fighting me to a standstill! After all, I, Song Fuchuan, am also capable of fighting those in higher realms. My strength is enough to contend with an ordinary True Martial Eighth Layer expert!'

Then he remembered that this guy had only been in the Inner Sect for six years, and his Cultivation had already reached the True Martial Sixth Layer. 'A new Layer every year?!'

'When did breaking through the True Martial Realm become so easy?'

'Breaking the Realm is as simple as eating and drinking for them.'

'How on earth do these guys cultivate?'

'How can they all break through so quickly and have such insane combat power?!'

At this thought, Song Fuchuan's expression darkened.

'After our exchange, I can't deny it. This guy Xiao Chen is truly powerful.'

'But,'

'this time,'

'I cannot lose again!'

'If I lose again,'

'not only will my rank on the Profound Celestial List drop another spot to one hundredth—the very bottom of the Celestial List—'

'but I'll have been defeated twice by disciples who've been in the Inner Sect for a mere six years, used as a stepping stone for them to get on the list.'

'That is something I, Song Fuchuan, cannot tolerate!'

'This battle! I must win!'

In an instant, a powerful conviction to win flooded his heart, causing Song Fuchuan to erupt with unprecedented strength.

A glimmer of sword light swirled in Song Fuchuan's eyes, like a sharp blade tearing through the void, radiating an incredibly tyrannical might!

At the same time, an astonishing surge of Sword Qi erupted from within him, shooting into the clouds and piercing the heavens!

The surrounding void seemed to be shattered and pierced by the incredible Sword Qi, rippling like the surface of turbulent water!

The next moment, Song Fuchuan abruptly formed a hand seal.

"Ten Thousand Swords Meteor Technique!"

In a flash, he drew upon the terrifying Sword Qi in the area, forming tens of thousands of silver sword phantoms around himself.

The Sword Qi, infused with Sword Momentum, seemed capable of shattering the void, and it radiated a terrifying aura!

"Go!"

With a command and a flick of his hand seal,

the tens of thousands of silver sword phantoms tore through the sky like a cataclysmic meteor shower of silver light, slashing down toward Xiao Chen!

"Hiss!"

"That's... Senior Brother Song's signature Technique, the Ten Thousand Swords Meteor Technique!"

"I'm afraid Xiao Chen is in danger. I heard that Senior Brother Song once used this move to kill an expert from the outside world at the True Martial Eighth Layer Early Stage!"

"Hiss, it's that powerful? As expected of an expert on the Profound Celestial List!"

"How will Xiao Chen deal with such a terrifying Technique?"

In the spectator stands outside the vast arena, the Inner Sect Disciples burst into a flurry of discussion.

Xiao Chen, of course, was unaware of their words.

At this moment, he stood firm in the void.

His robes whipped about, his black hair danced wildly, and his face was etched with a solemn expression.

Before him, he saw thousands of silver sword phantoms, like meteors from beyond the heavens, descending upon him in an overwhelming, fatal barrage!