Divine Wilderness Dragon Emperor

SWISH!

Zhu Wei, Long Sword in hand, dove down and thrust toward Ling Fei below.

As Zhu Wei dove, the sword light flaring from his back suddenly condensed, gathering together to form a Giant Sword that merged with his body.

At that moment, Zhu Wei became like a Giant Sword, stabbing toward Ling Fei.

The Power of this strike was absolutely astonishing. A terrifying Sword Intent spread out, making many Celestial Pill Realm Cultivators’ hearts pound with fear.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One! What a fierce strike!"

"Is that guy finally going all out?"

"But if he beats Ling the Pill Master, will we still get the Spirit Awakening Pills?" As the strike was unleashed, those in the crowd who had accused Zhu Wei of throwing the fight fell silent. They tensed up, staring intently at the stage. At the same time, they began to worry. ’What if this Zhu Wei takes it too far?’

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhu, take it easy! Your goal is the Spirit Awakening Pill!" Someone even shouted out a reminder for Zhu Wei to show mercy.

Otherwise, if he defeated Ling the Pill Master, there would be no Spirit Awakening Pills. That would be a disaster.

’What the hell!’ Hearing this, Zhu Wei really wanted to curse someone out.

However, his entire focus was on his sword, his Heart Spirit sensing the fluctuations of aura from Ling Fei’s body.

He was eager to see how the most dazzling genius in the Southern Wilderness in recent times would receive his strike.

Zhu Wei’s strike was truly powerful. Even Ling Fei felt immense pressure from it. A Cultivator at the Celestial Pill Great Success Realm would be completely unable to withstand its might.

Even many Cultivators at the Celestial Pill Perfect Realm wouldn’t dare to face it head-on.

But at this moment, the blood in Ling Fei’s body was boiling, and a soaring battle intent surged forth. With a flash in his eyes, he struck out fiercely.

"Void-Shattering!" With a flick of his wrist, Ling Fei leaped into the air. He thrust his Long Sword forward, intending to meet Zhu Wei’s strike directly.

When Ling Fei made his move, all the spectating Cultivators below the stage were stunned.

"Even a Cultivator at Celestial Pill Realm Perfection would have to evade the brunt of Zhu Wei’s attack, yet Ling the Pill Master is meeting it head-on?" someone exclaimed in shock.

Zhu Wei’s attack had gathered all his momentum in a downward strike. The force of this momentum was irresistible, giving him an absolute advantage.

To block it, one would need to be much stronger than that momentum. Otherwise, even an equally powerful attack would be suppressed.

Such was the advantage of a downward strike.

Because of this, many people were worried for Ling Fei.

"Zhu Wei’s sword strike is indeed very strong." Even the disciples of the Lingyun Sect couldn’t help but feel tense. "But Ling the Pill Master managed to take that world-class strike from Senior Sister Lian Shuang. Three months have passed since then; he must have improved, right?" Amid their worries, the crowd was also filled with anticipation for Ling Fei’s attack.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Ling Fei’s Long Sword pierced the Void, tearing apart the Sword Aura released by Zhu Wei bit by bit.

Then, his sword seemed to shatter the Void itself. Nothing could block its path. The infinite sword light erupting from Zhu Wei’s Long Sword instantly crumbled.

TING!

A clear, crisp sound rang out as the tip of Ling Fei’s Long Sword struck the Giant Sword that Zhu Wei had formed from Sword Patterns.

As the crisp sound echoed, the crowd saw the Sword Patterns on the Giant Sword crack and the Sword Essence dissipate. The Giant Sword, which had been several feet wide, vanished, revealing a nine-foot-long Spirit Sword. Then, that Long Sword clashed violently with Ling Fei’s.

BANG!

When the two swords met, the Void trembled. An astonishing Power surged forward. Zhu Wei felt Sword Qi wash over him like a wave, sending him flying.

His Long Sword was knocked from his hand, and his body was engulfed by the Sword Wave, helplessly falling backward.

PTUI!

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

’What a powerful strike! That Power... it’s irresistible!’ As he was thrown back, Zhu Wei was utterly shaken. His eyes darted about, and in the corner of his vision, he could vaguely see the young man across from him sheathing his sword. His robes fluttered as he drifted gracefully to the ground, his bearing like that of a Sword God.

’How can he be this strong?’ Staring at the elegant and otherworldly young man, Zhu Wei couldn’t help but take a deep breath, his heart filled with shock.

’He’s just an Alchemist.’

’He’s only at the Celestial Pill Great Success Realm.’

’Yet the combat prowess he displayed made even someone like me, at the Celestial Pill Perfect Realm, feel hopelessly outmatched.’

How could he not be shocked?

A genius!

A monster!

These two words surfaced in Zhu Wei’s mind amidst his shock.

THUD!

At the same time, his body hit the ground.

When Zhu Wei landed, the tournament stage trembled, and he spat out more blood.

He felt as if his very flesh was being torn apart by Sword Qi. It was an extremely painful sensation.

In this exchange, he had been genuinely injured.

On the other side, Ling Fei landed gracefully. With his robes fluttering and long hair dancing in the wind, he looked elegant and otherworldly.

The moment he landed, many of the female disciples below the stage were captivated.

"He’s so handsome!" Many female disciples from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers had looks of pure adoration on their faces.

"I never thought Ling the Pill Master’s Swordsmanship would be this incredible." The crowd was filled with admiration for Ling Fei.

Ling Fei had already won countless hearts by successfully refining the Spirit Awakening Pill.

He was, after all, the number one alchemy genius in the Southern Wilderness.

Now that his Martial Arts Cultivation was also so strong, who wouldn’t be smitten?

"He’s completely integrated that Divine Technique Mystical Technique into his Swordsmanship." At this moment, on another tournament stage, a glint appeared in Lian Shuang’s eyes.

Even though she was in the middle of her own match, she was still paying attention to Ling Fei.

"That Ling Fei actually defeated Zhu Wei." Beichen Feng’s brow furrowed.

Zhu Wei’s attack just now had been so powerful that it had drawn the attention of many young cultivators on the surrounding stages.

Seeing Ling Fei defeat Zhu Wei, everyone couldn’t help but look surprised.

At the same time, they now had a better understanding of Ling Fei’s Martial Arts Cultivation.

It turned out that even without using a Profound Spirit Treasure, this young man’s combat strength could still crush those at the same level.

On another stage, Xu Zitao flipped his wrist, and his Plaque appeared, pulling over an Inscription Pattern from his opponent.

Across from him stood a young man, spitting blood.

Clearly, Xu Zitao had already won a match.

Then, he glanced over at the stage where Ling Fei was.

He had also been keeping an eye on Ling Fei.

"He’s got a few tricks, but it’s far from enough," Xu Zitao said nonchalantly after seeing Ling Fei defeat Zhu Wei.

He didn’t think much of Ling Fei’s display of strength.

The crowd below the stage, however, was in an uproar.

"This time... Zhu Wei didn’t throw the match, did he?" someone whispered.

"His momentum just now was truly powerful; logically, no ordinary person could have blocked it. Besides, it didn’t look like he pulled back his Sword Momentum at all. It seems he was genuinely crushed by Ling the Pill Master. But how can Ling the Pill Master be so strong? Didn’t they say he’s only been in the sect for a year?"

"It’s so strange." Many people looked suspicious, their faces full of disbelief.

Therefore, after Zhu Wei’s defeat, the Cultivators in the arena quieted down after a brief uproar.

Everyone just stared at the tournament stage.

On the stage, Zhu Wei struggled to get back on his feet.

"Seeing Senior Brother Zhu look so battered, it seems he really didn’t throw the match," said a disciple from Ten Thousand Swords Cliff.

"You can’t be sure. Maybe he pulled back some of his power when they clashed. Neither you nor I could see it clearly," someone else argued.

"So... should we make Zhu Wei fight again!" someone suggested.

"I think he needs to try again," many people agreed.

When these words reached Zhu Wei’s ears, his eyelid twitched uncontrollably. He staggered, nearly falling to the ground.

Then, he whipped his head around and glared at the few people in the crowd who had spoken.

"Fuck, I didn’t throw the match! Only an idiot would fight him again! Throw your mother’s match!" Zhu Wei couldn’t help but roll his eyes and curse loudly.

Although he was cursing furiously, he felt incredibly wronged, almost to the point of tears.

He had hesitated after being defeated by Ling Fei the first time and hadn’t wanted to fight again.

Sure enough, after sparring a second time, he was genuinely injured.

"Ahem, Senior Brother Zhu is angry. It looks like he really lost." Seeing Zhu Wei’s aggrieved expression, they felt a little awkward.

"Could Ling the Pill Master really be that strong?" Awkwardly, the crowd’s gazes shifted to Ling Fei.

Instantly, everyone’s expression became solemn. Their gazes toward Ling Fei now held a clear measure of awe.

At that moment, on the stage, Ling Fei stood with his sword in hand.

Zhu Wei looked at Ling Fei, his face a mixture of bitterness and extreme embarrassment.

After all, he had previously tried to offer to throw the match in exchange for a Spirit Awakening Pill from Ling Fei!

"Do you still wish to fight?" Ling Fei asked, glancing indifferently at Zhu Wei.

"Ahem, Ling the Pill Master, your strength is astonishing. I, Zhu, am full of admiration. For what I did, I apologize to you." Zhu Wei cupped his fists and bowed in apology to Ling Fei.

He now understood why Ling Fei had gotten so angry earlier.

The man clearly possessed transcendent strength, yet he was accused of needing his opponent to throw the match to win. It would have been strange if he hadn’t gotten angry.

"Hmph. Don’t even think about using such crooked methods next time. I, for one, am a very upright person," Ling Fei huffed, speaking in a deadpan, serious tone.

He felt incredibly frustrated just thinking about what happened before.

But when he recalled what the crowd had been saying, he also found it amusing.

’Throw the match!?’

’This Zhu Wei must feel pretty wronged, too!’

"Of course, of course," Zhu Wei nodded repeatedly.

Then, with a thought, an Inscription Pattern on his Plaque began to glow.

Ling Fei flipped his palm, and his Plaque appeared, absorbing an Inscription Pattern from the Plaque in Zhu Wei’s hand.

With that, his Plaque now had four Inscription Patterns.

And so, Zhu Wei was defeated in this battle.

Ling Fei was victorious. After a brief rest, he would proceed to the next match.

Zhu Wei also began to regulate his breathing and recover.

"It seems this Ling Fei’s martial prowess is also quite formidable!" By now, the elders from the various sects below the stage had gained some understanding of Ling Fei’s strength.

"I wonder what his final ranking in this tournament will be?" Everyone was filled with anticipation.

Even Sect Leader Yuan, Grand Alchemist Yuan Chun, and the others were looking on expectantly.

After all, Ling Fei had been able to contend with Lian Shuang three months ago. Now that three months had passed, just how strong had he become?

As for Beiming Transformation Sea, he showed little reaction to any of this.

It seemed he didn’t care about this tournament at all. No one knew what lay hidden behind that calm face.

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