Chapter 38: Fierce Battle of Masters

  After defeating Feng, Wang Ke's side has already attracted a lot of attention. Currently, the remaining Nascent Soul stage disciples on the square can be counted on one hand. As a Xuanwu Peak disciple, he is even more eye-catching, especially after defeating a Nascent Soul late-stage expert with his Nascent Soul mid-stage strength earlier.

  "When did Xuanwu Peak produce such a master?" A young man not far from the venue where Wang Ke was standing turned his head, his eyes falling on Wang Ke.

  "Haha, interesting. It seems that Xuanwu Peak isn't so useless after all." A disciple of Qinglong Peak standing beside him said with a smile.

  "Hmph, what's so great about it? Yu Feng had just entered the late stage of Nascent Soul not long ago, and his cultivation hadn't even had time to solidify. Moreover, he was careless and got defeated by him, no big deal." Another young man wearing a cyan robe looked at Wang Ke with disdain and said.

  "That's also true, I think luck plays a part in it," another young man chimed in.

  "It's too early to say who's lucky now, let's see how the next match goes. There are still many elites left, and you have a clear advantage with nearly twenty people from Qinglong Peak. Indeed, your strength is formidable." A young man wearing White Tiger Peak attire scanned the square calmly and said.

  "Haha, you White Tiger Peak's strength isn't bad either. Everyone left on the scene is an elite among elites. However, today's trial still depends on Master Shao." The Qing Long Peak disciple said with a hint of pride on his face.

  "Hmm, the power of the young master is indeed terrifying. Look, even Hei Chuan Shixiong was defeated." The White Tiger Peak disciple said as he shifted his gaze to the left side of the arena, where Qin Ke'er released ten sword lights, surrounding a Nascent Soul stage White Tiger Peak disciple in the center.

  The young disciple of White Tiger Peak was not weak, releasing five sword lights at the same time, and also releasing a shield-shaped magic tool to block in front of him. In addition, he pinched a paper charm in his hand. When Qin Ke'er's sword light fell, the young disciple tore the paper charm to shreds, and instantly a pale golden light screen appeared, enveloping him inside.

  Qin Ke'er's sword light came from all sides, colliding with the young man's sword light in mid-air. Other sword lights also slashed against his outer shield, and the powerful attack caused the surrounding spiritual energy to fluctuate violently. The young man couldn't withstand the stormy rain of sword lights for long and was defeated.

  Several sword lights in front of him were shattered and turned into tiny spiritual lights that disappeared in the air, and the shield-like artifact also fell to one side without any spiritual energy. Finally, the pale golden light screen outside his body was also torn apart by a sword light, and the last ten sword lights floated in front of the young man.

  Helplessly shaking his head, the young man's face turned pale white. "I lost, Young Master is indeed formidable." The young man willingly conceded defeat, and the sword light in front of him flashed and disappeared.

  "Haha, Qin Ke'er wins again, this is too easy!" Ao Xin said loudly as he saw Qin Ke'er slowly walking back.

  "Haha, no need to say more, I think these people together are no match for Ke'er's master and sister." Fengchen also chimed in with flattery.

  "Capable of condensing ten sword lights, but Junior Sister's spiritual energy purity probably surpasses that of some Foundation Building cultivators, indeed a rare talent encountered once in ten thousand years." Jian Ying also said with a smile.

  "It's indeed, it's indeed, the Young Master is truly a genius who appears once in ten thousand years"

  This area gathered most of the people on the square, with Ao Xin and others surrounded by many inner door masters, waves of flattering sounds came.

  Qin Ke'er returned to her position with a cold expression, her eyes scanning the square as she said indifferently, "Is there really no one among the inner disciples who's a bit more impressive? It's truly disappointing."

  It's not what Qin Ke'er thought, most of the top inner door disciples are focusing on their cultivation and don't have many participating in such competitions.

  The matches continued one after another, with some of the battles being extremely intense. Some disciples were so enraged that their eyes turned red as they exchanged blows without holding back, and several cultivators suffered severe injuries and were carried out of the arena.

  Wang Ke opened his eyes and it was his turn to try out, looking towards the trial grounds where a young cultivator wearing a cyan long robe was already standing.

  This young monk has a straight figure, a cold and stern face, long hair floating behind him, his body's spiritual energy is extremely condensed, clearly a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

  "It seems that this is a master." Wang Ke's eyes scanned the young man on stage and saw that he was a master, so he stood up and walked over slowly.

  "Wang Ke, please instruct me more" Standing on the stage, Wang Ke bowed with a salute.

  The young man opposite looked at Wang Ke and said faintly after sizing him up, "He can actually defeat Yu Feng in the late stage of Qi Refining, this kid is quite capable."

  "It's just luck," Wang said calmly.

  "It's just luck, the sea breeze makes me take care of you more, heh heh, don't blame me." The young man's tone turned cold, and a flash of chilliness flickered in his eyes. At the same time, five sword lights flashed out, and an astonishing spiritual pressure emanated from him.

  Upon hearing the young man's words, Wang Ke frowned and focused his attention. He saw that the opponent didn't even mention his name, completely disregarding him. Suddenly, with a swift movement of his right hand, five sword lights shot towards Wang Ke.

  Wang Ke's eyes narrowed, and four sword lights shot out in a single burst. With a flick of his wrist, the four sword lights danced like swimming dragons in mid-air, colliding with the opponent's five sword lights.

  I thought I could easily break through Wang Ke's sword light, but when the lights collided, they began to entangle in mid-air, looking like a stalemate.

  "Indeed, there are two of you!" The young man furrowed his brow, and with a wave of his right hand, a cyan flying sword appeared out of thin air. Spiritual energy surged in his hand, causing the cyan flying sword's aura to violently swell up. Then, with a movement of his foot, he transformed into a residual shadow and charged towards Wang Ke.

  At this time, Wang's right hand lifted, and the Xuan Tie flying sword also appeared to be held in his hand. His foot moved, and he instantly shifted to the left. At the same time, a shocking sword aura fell on the place where he was just standing, leaving a long slash mark on the ground.

  Jian Wang was able to dodge his own attack, the young man slightly stunned, immediately turned around and looked over, stretched out his hand and threw the flying sword, his left hand instantly pinched a seal, and began to chant.

  The flying sword was thrown out, the tip of the sword locked onto Wang Ke, and it started spinning. In just a moment, this flying sword formed a constantly rotating cone, with sharp aura emanating from its tip.

  At this moment, Wang Ke felt a sudden tension throughout his body, furrowed his brow, and with a wave of his left hand, spiritual energy surged out, condensing the Xuanwu Shield Armor in front of him.

  "The Sword Wind" The young man lightly spat out a sentence, his right hand pointing at the flying sword in front of him, and instantly the flying sword shot towards Wang Ke.

  Looking at the Xuanwu shield floating in front of Wang Ke, a hint of cold smile flashed across the young man's mouth. In his opinion, this Xuanwu shield couldn't withstand his ultimate move at all.

  It was like a tornado rushing over, the spiritual energy around it was stirred up, and whirlwinds emerged one after another. Wang Ke's left hand urged on, and the Xuanwu shield's spirit light surged greatly. Soon, the sharp cone collided with the Xuanwu shield.

  A loud "Bang" echoed as many people focused their attention, the sword energy carried by Jian Feng went crazy and burst out, but the spiritual power on the surface of Xuanwu's shield armor flashed and blocked the attack.

  "Impossible! What's going on?" The young man widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. At this time, the storm around the flying sword had disappeared, and it was suspended in mid-air, its spiritual energy dimming down.

  Wang Ke didn't care about that, his expression condensed, and a strong spiritual pressure was released from his body. With a sword chant, the power of the sword light suddenly surged, repelling the opponent's sword light. Then, in an instant, it condensed into a huge cyan giant sword in mid-air.

  Taking a step forward, Wang Ke's eyes flashed with light, and the flying sword in his hand flashed out, merging into the giant green sword in the air. Then, he grasped the giant sword with both hands, and spiritual energy wildly poured into the sword. A terrifying power emanated from the sword.

  Wang Ke's gaze condensed, looking at his opponent, the giant green sword in his hand slashed down towards the young man with a momentum that could split mountains and shatter rocks, and in an instant it arrived above the young man's head.

  "It's bad!" Only then did he react, exclaiming in surprise. He hastily waved his right hand, and a spiritual energy shield condensed to block the top of his head. At the same time, his left hand flashed with light, and a cyan-colored bowl-shaped artifact appeared, which was thrown up by his left hand and floated above his head, spinning around.

  With a flick of his left hand, a stream of green spiritual energy shot into the artifact. Suddenly, a burst of pale green light rose from the artifact, and in the midst of this light, the artifact began to expand rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it grew to a diameter of six feet, enveloping the young man beneath it.

  The young man's movements were not slow, but the giant green sword in the air had already fallen, first colliding with the spiritual energy shield released by the young man. In an instant, the spiritual energy shield condensed by the young man was torn apart like a paper paste under the power carried by the giant sword.

  The giant sword slashed down on the strange artifact, and suddenly the artifact burst out with an astonishing blue light. The spiritual power began to flash, maintaining it for a breath of time. The blue spiritual power around the artifact shattered in an instant, and the giant sword struck the artifact again, emitting a loud crash. The young man's headgear sank down a bit, and the surface of the spiritual light suddenly dimmed.

  And in an instant, a crack appeared on the artifact, and the giant blue sword above it burst into radiance, its power surging violently as it pressed down heavily on the artifact.

  The young man's face changed, his right hand pointed to the top of his head, a stream of spiritual energy shot out from his hand and merged into the artifact. Then, he suddenly moved his foot, flashed to the side and retreated, while lightly shouting: "Explode".

  In an instant, the spiritual energy around the artifact became violent, followed by a loud explosion, and the entire artifact exploded. The giant blue sword above was blown away, its surface flashing with spiritual light, but it did not shatter.

  "Why, even this has not shattered!" Looking at the giant green sword in the air, the young man's face turned extremely unsightly. Not far away, Wang stretched out his hand and beckoned, the huge green sword transformed into a sword light flying out, agilely shooting towards the young cultivator.

  Controlling the sword light was a trivial matter for Wang Ke, as he had long since mastered the Sword Transformation Technique, which was the most basic sword technique of the Qingmu Sect.

  Four sword lights and flying swords surrounded the young man in the center, flashing and stabbing at him one after another, extremely fast, with a strong piercing sound.

  The young man hastily summoned five sword lights, which entwined with the nearby sword lights and began to fight. After calming down, the Nascent Soul stage cultivator indeed was not ordinary, quickly regaining composure, his figure wandering around the arena as the sword lights collided violently.

  "Unexpectedly, this little guy is actually so powerful, and can entangle with Master Qifang for such a long time." A Qinglong Peak disciple on the sidelines stared wide-eyed, looking at the scene in disbelief.

  "It's not just that, I think Qi Fang Shixiong seems to be at a disadvantage." Another Qinglong Peak disciple said with a serious face.

  "Is this still the Huajian Jue, how can its power be so great?" Another disciple of Qinglong Peak exclaimed in surprise as he saw Wang Ke's sword technique forcing Qi Fang to retreat.

  "Heh heh, although this king is only in the middle of Nascent Soul stage, this match will definitely be very exciting. It's hard to say who will win or lose until the end." A young cultivator from White Tiger Peak said with a face full of interest.

  "Look quickly, a mid-term disciple of Nasai is actually evenly matched with Brother Qifang!"

  "How is this possible? Brother Qifang's strength is formidable, he shouldn't be unable to handle even a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. Hmm, what's going on here? This mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator is from Xuanwu Peak... What is Brother Qifang doing?"

  On this side, Wang Ke and Qi Fang are fighting fiercely on the field, attracting many people with their astonishing spiritual pressure. Many people come to watch, and when they see Wang Ke's strength, most of them look shocked.