Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

BANG!

Under the watchful gaze of the crowd, Ling Fei's sword strike directly crushed the Gale Sword and shot toward Huang Ping.

"So strong!" Seeing this, surprise flashed in Huang Ping's eyes.

He knew that while it seemed he hadn't used a physical sword, his Sword Intent had turned all the Sword Qi into blades. Each strand of Sword Qi was no weaker than his previous attack. This amounted to a thousand blades striking at once, which should have been enough to shatter Ling Fei's Sword River. Yet, his opponent had broken through as if it were nothing.

It was clear just how powerful Ling Fei's attack was.

Ten Thousand Swords Converged into One!

As Ling Fei's sword descended, a thought flashed through Huang Ping's mind. The Sword Qi around him howled, coalescing into a Giant Sword that slashed toward Ling Fei.

WHOOSH!

The Giant Sword came down like a hurricane.

The gale raged, every gust a blade. Its momentum was like an endless storm transforming into sharp swords, rushing to kill.

This kind of assault was watertight, leaving no room to escape.

"Senior Brother Huang Ping's strike contains two Mysticals! It's not something an ordinary person could block!" Many in the audience held their breath, their faces grim.

"A full-power strike that fuses two Mysticals. Not bad at all," Yuan Lang the Pill Master said with a smile.

"However, Ling Fei has also mastered two Mysticals in his own sword strike!" Grand Alchemist Yuan Chong stroked his beard and laughed.

This was the first time he had seen Ling Fei in action.

From what he could see, Ling Fei's talent in Martial Arts was even greater than he had imagined.

And that was without Ling Fei even using his Cold Dao Mystical!

He was already very pleased with this.

"He is indeed a genius," Peak Master Cheng of the Martial Vein chuckled.

An Alchemy Dao genius whose Martial Arts talent was second to none—it was truly rare.

BANG!

Under their watchful eyes, Ling Fei's Long Sword clashed with the Giant Sword condensed by Huang Ping.

Instantly, Sword Qi exploded outward.

One could only watch as the Gale Sword disintegrated wherever the river of Ling Fei's Long Sword flowed, completely unable to resist.

At this moment, Ling Fei was like a rampaging dragon, possessing an aura of absolute dominion that could crush anything in its path. That momentum terrified Huang Ping.

BANG!

The tyrannical Sword Qi surged forward, and the Giant Sword Huang Ping had condensed shattered.

Then, Ling Fei's sword shot toward him.

The strike was incredibly fast!

In a panic, Huang Ping transformed into a gust of wind and hastily retreated.

But Ling Fei's sword was just as swift, giving him no chance at all.

Twenty meters... Nine meters!

The Sword Qi relentlessly closed in on Huang Ping.

Three meters!

Finally, the Sword Qi swept over him. Huang Ping's clothes were torn to shreds, and the sharp Sword Qi made his skin ache.

The fierce Sword Momentum even threatened to invade his mind, shaking his very soul.

Fear had already taken root in his heart, and under such circumstances, Huang Ping's speed naturally began to drop.

"I surrender!" Terrified, Huang Ping immediately conceded. Otherwise, a strike like that could have cost him his life.

When Huang Ping surrendered, Ling Fei's Heart Spirit stirred. The sharp Sword Momentum weakened, the Sword Qi receded, and his speed slowed.

THUMP! THUMP!

And so, Huang Ping staggered a few steps, landing precariously on the very edge of the stage.

If he had been even a split second later, he would have been caught in the attack.

But Ling Fei, standing before him, was still bursting with momentum. The tyrannical Sword Momentum radiating from him continued to send waves of shock through Huang Ping's heart.

'What a tyrannical sword strike, it was almost unstoppable,' Huang Ping thought to himself. 'I'm afraid even Senior Brother Cheng Xianwu's Thunder Sword is only on this level, right?'

"You let me win," Ling Fei said, cupping his hands in a salute to Huang Ping.

"Senior Brother Ling is truly a once-in-a-millennium genius. I am impressed," Huang Ping replied, also cupping his hands. This time, the look he gave Ling Fei was one of genuine admiration.

For an Alchemy genius to be able to completely crush him in Martial Arts—that was incredibly rare.

After all, in the Medicine Vein, very few Alchemists had Cultivation and Martial Arts Mastery that could compare to theirs!

"Hehe, but the next few senior brothers are all stronger than me. I look forward to your future performance," Huang Ping said with a smile before leaping off the stage.

"In this battle, Pill Master Ling Fei is victorious!" From the high platform, Steward Huang's voice echoed throughout the arena.

"This Pill Master Ling Fei is so strong! He actually managed to defeat Senior Brother Huang!"

"Indeed. From their exchange just now, it seems Pill Master Ling Fei was still holding back!" a disciple from the Martial Vein in the audience said.

Now, when they looked at Ling Fei, their gazes held a newfound respect.

Although Martial Arts geniuses were always respectful to Alchemists...

...it was only because they needed the Alchemists' Elixirs. In their hearts, they were still very arrogant.

They just didn't dare voice these thoughts aloud. Offending an Alchemist would bring consequences that they could not possibly bear.

"If he can even compete with Senior Brother Cheng, then he'll be truly amazing," many said, their faces filled with excitement.

For a Pill Master to reach this level was, in their eyes, truly remarkable.

Everyone then turned their gazes to the high platform, waiting for the next match.

"What do you think?" on the high platform, Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun smiled and glanced at Peak Master Cheng beside him.

"Hehe, this Pill Master Ling Fei is indeed a genius. But Huang Ping is just an ordinary genius. The real powerhouses are next," Peak Master Cheng chuckled.

"Cheng Xianwu, you go and have a bout with this Pill Master Ling Fei!" Steward Huang understood the implication and called out to Cheng Xianwu below the stage.

"Yes!" Cheng Xianwu nodded. His gaze flickered upward, and after a glance at Ling Fei on the platform, his body blurred as he flew onto the stage.

The moment Cheng Xianwu landed on the stage, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena palpably shifted.

"Senior Brother Cheng is up!"

"Senior Brother Cheng possesses the Thunder Spirit Body and has comprehended the Thunder Sword! His combat power ranks among the top ten new disciples of our Martial Vein."

Having comprehended the Thunder Sword, he was only one step away from condensing a Sword Dao Mystical Seed.

If Cheng Xianwu were to condense a Sword Dao Mystical Seed, his combat strength would be enough to rank him in the top three among the Small Primordial Pill Realm Cultivators of the Martial Vein.

In fact, everyone knew it was only a matter of time before Cheng Xianwu condensed his Sword Dao Mystical Seed.

That was why they all looked at Cheng Xianwu with extreme respect.

"A Thunder Spirit Body... that is indeed a powerful Spirit Body," Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun said from the high platform, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Hehe, Elder, will there be Elixirs as rewards this time as well?" Peak Master Cheng teased.

This Cheng Xianwu was one of his descendants, and at only seventeen, he was about the same age as Ling Fei.

"Naturally, there will be Elixirs as rewards," Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun said with a laugh. "Anyone who defeats Ling Fei will be rewarded." His deep voice carried across the arena.

This sent a wave of excitement through the crowd below.

'A Thunder Spirit Body?' Ling Fei, on the other hand, stared intently at Cheng Xianwu opposite him.

He had, of course, heard the crowd's discussions.

Now, carefully sensing the aura emanating from Cheng Xianwu, his eyelids twitched slightly.

Thunder...

This was a constitution he had never encountered before.

Across from him, Cheng Xianwu flipped his palm, and a sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was forged from special materials, but it had no Spirit Patterns. It was just an ordinary Profound Tier Treasure Sword.

"I possess a Thunder Spirit Body, allowing me to condense Thunder Essence. I channel thunder into the blade to create my Thunder Sword," Cheng Xianwu said, raising an eyebrow. "You'd better be careful."

His expression was filled with arrogance.

"Please, begin!" Ling Fei's gaze hardened. He looked at Cheng Xianwu with a solemn expression, not underestimating him in the slightest.