Chapter 40: The Genius Youngster

  "Look quickly, two mid-term Nasal Qi masters are fighting!" Suddenly a shout came from one corner of the square, and everyone's eyes were instantly drawn over.

  "Huh? The White Tiger Peak's Han Feng versus the Xuanwu Peak's Wang Ke, both of whom are mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. This match is worth watching." A young cultivator's eyes narrowed as he looked over.

  "Haha, I heard that Han Feng is a genius disciple of White Tiger Peak, with extremely strong abilities. And this Wang Ke is a dark horse, unexpectedly winning against two Nascent Soul stage disciples just now. I wonder who's more powerful between the two, let's go take a look." Some cultivators interested in the trial began to gather outside the trial grounds.

  "Anyone who can make it this far in the Nascent Soul stage is no ordinary person, and this upcoming match should be quite exciting." Many people on the sidelines began to discuss among themselves, and before long, a crowd had gathered outside the arena.

  Wang Ke slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and walked onto the stage with slow steps. On the other side, a young man with a cold expression and an aura of evil around him walked step by step towards him, his eyes gleaming with a faint red light, giving off a demonic feeling.

  "What a strong aura of death, what kind of person is this?" Looking at the other's eyes, Wang Ke's expression solidified, and from this young man's body, he felt a powerful aura of death, which could only be condensed after experiencing countless life-and-death battles.

  "Your name is Wang Ke," came the voice from the stage, the young man's gaze casually fell on Wang Ke, and he asked in a flat tone, devoid of any emotion.

  "Yes, thank you for your guidance." Wang Ke nodded and replied with a sentence.

  "I won't show any mercy," Han Feng said coldly, and with a sudden movement of his right hand, a red battle knife appeared in his grasp. The knife emitted an astonishing aura of slaughter, as if it had been stained with endless blood. There were some eerie red patterns on the blade, which looked somewhat terrifying.

  "It seems that this White Tiger Peak's disciple is very powerful, I wonder how his Hundred Battles Blade Decisive will fare." Wang Ke thought to himself as he stared at his opponent.

  Bai Hu Feng's ultimate technique, Bai Hu Dao Jue, is incredibly powerful and has a shocking killing power. Judging from Han Feng's appearance, he must have already mastered the basics of Bai Hu Dao Jue.

  At this moment, Wang Ke's hand flashed with a hint of blue light, and the Xuan Tie sword appeared in his hand. Under the wrapping of spiritual energy, the Xuan Tie sword suddenly expanded by three feet and was grasped in his hand. A shocking sword aura burst out from the sword.

  "Hmph, want to fight me head-on? Don't regret it." Seeing Wang Ke holding the green long sword, Han Feng said coldly, his feet moved and his right hand held the long knife behind him.

  "Draw sword and cut!" Suddenly, his right arm swelled violently, instantly thickening by a circle, then forcefully swung the war knife out. A red streak of light flashed forth, whistling towards Wang Ke.

  The sword's blade flashed, raising a red sharp edge, and in an instant it appeared before Wang Ke. At this time, a flash of golden light appeared in Wang Ke's eyes, his feet retreated backwards, his right hand swung down with the long sword, and a cyan sword edge burst out from the flying sword, colliding with the red whip in an instant.

  The mighty power of "Hǒng Lóng" directly blasted the ground, creating several eerie gashes, and its terrifying power swept around. The cyan sword edge swung by Wang Ke was cut off in one slash, and the red sharp edge's light dimmed slightly as it continued to charge forward.

  "What a formidable Hundred Wars Blade Decree, this Han Feng is indeed a genius of White Tiger Peak, able to exert such power in just the middle stage of Nascent Soul. A shocking cry erupted from the sidelines as they saw the astonishing red blade aura on the stage."

  "It goes without saying, I heard that Han Feng was born on the battlefield. When he was born, the battlefield was filled with blood and eerie energy filled the air. At birth, he absorbed a large amount of eerie energy and naturally possessed astonishing talent. After being discovered by Bai Hu Peak, he was brought back and became an inner disciple directly. In these years, his progress has been rapid, I heard that soon he will become a core disciple."

  "It turns out that's the case, no wonder he has such a strong aura of death on him. The Hundred Wars Sword Technique is originally an ultimate art of combat, and in his hands its power is doubled. Winning this match should be a foregone conclusion." A young cultivator beside him suddenly said.

  "Hmm, that's not necessarily true. This king may not be famous, but he can defeat two Nascent Soul stage cultivators in a row, so he definitely won't be that simple," said another cultivator standing beside him.

  As expected, when the red blade was about to catch up with Wang Ke, he suddenly stopped his body, swung his left hand, and the Xuanwu shield instantly appeared in front of him. With a surge of spiritual energy, the surface of the shield flashed with a blue light, releasing a cyan glow.

  At this moment, the red blade edge with a sharp breaking sound slammed on the Xuanwu shield armor, the red edge flashed violently, and the cyan edge on the surface of the Xuanwu shield armor also fluctuated violently. However, after a moment, the blade edge disappeared, and the Xuanwu shield armor was intact and undamaged.

  "Huh?" Seeing Wang Ke's Xuanwu shield armor deflecting his own blade, Han Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but soon returned to being cold and indifferent.

  Suddenly, his eyes condensed and he changed to holding the knife with both hands. He suddenly raised the long knife above his head, and a shocking spiritual power surged into the long knife. Instantly, a thick red blade edge shot out from the tip of the long knife, extending and retracting unpredictably.

  A powerful aura burst out from Han Feng's body and enveloped Wang Ke, at the same time his hands grasped the long knife and slashed down fiercely.

  The long knife in the air suddenly burst out with an even more dazzling red light, and then a phantom flashed, turning into three red knife lights that enveloped Wang Ke.

  An astonishing knife aura emanated from the stage, and at this moment, the murderous aura bursting out of Han Feng's body was more than twice as strong as before. Three knife auras enveloped downwards, sealing off all retreats for Wang Ke. At this time, the power of the knife auras had increased by more than just one fold.

  "What a formidable knife aura, if this strike were to be exchanged with an ordinary Nascent Soul stage cultivator, they might not necessarily be able to block it." A Qinglong Peak disciple said with a shocked expression upon seeing the astonishing knife aura on the stage.

  "Yes, if I were in his place, it would be hard to block this slash. I wonder how Wang Ke will respond." The other late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator from Qinglong Peak said, curiously turning his head to look at Wang Ke.

  "Having such strength in the middle of the Nascent Soul stage, Han Feng's talent is indeed astonishing."

  "No wonder they said he would be taken as a core disciple, it seems there's some truth to that."

  Various discussions and comments came from the scene, and Han Feng's strength stunned everyone. Most of the cultivators thought that Han Feng would win this match, and some people began to worry about Wang Ke.

  "I hope Brother Wang Ke won't get hurt." The disciple of Xuanwu Peak clenched his fists, looking tense at the scene, and also felt a chill for Wang Ke, starting to pray in his heart.

  At this time, Wang Ke was not in a hurry, his left hand lifted slightly, and the surrounding spiritual light flashed instantly. Suddenly, several Xuanwu shields floated out, covering him inside, while sword lights burst out from his body, hovering and rotating in front of him.

  Three astonishing knife edges have fallen, cutting down fiercely on the Xuanwu shield armor. At this moment, the light flashes, and the red and green lights explode, enveloping the entire area inside. The astonishingly violent spiritual energy surges out in all directions.

  The crowd outside held their breath, unable to see the situation on the field clearly, and everyone became tense at the same time. The battle on this side also attracted the attention of Ao Xin and others.

  Only to see a proud face with a smile looking this way, "Hehe, this Han Feng is really not bad, in the middle of Naqi, he can launch such a strong attack, not simple".

  "That's right, if he is also a late-stage Nasal Qi cultivator, he will definitely shine today. I think his strength can be ranked in the top five among the contestants on this square." Feng Chen said calmly, looking over as well.

  "Top five? You overestimate him, the contestants behind may not be great, but there are a few who are impressive, can you guarantee he'll make it to the top five?" Jian Ying said calmly.

  "Hehe, let's wait and see, this competition should be over soon." Feng Chen only smiled and didn't say anything else.

  Everyone's gaze was focused on that place, waiting patiently. From a distance, the entire area where Wang Ke stood was shrouded in a red and green light, with these powers surging restlessly. The surrounding forces were abnormally violent, even spiritual awareness could be repelled.

  "Whoosh...!" Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound pierced the air, and from within the turbulent, violent power, five astonishing sword lights burst forth, carrying a sharp aura that flashed towards Han Feng in an instant. Behind them, a cyan figure charged out of the violent power, still wearing his black long robe, seemingly unscathed.

  Wang Ke's right hand grasped the hilt, and a sword light converged into a green dragon that emitted a cold aura, charging straight at Han Feng. However, upon seeing Wang Ke appear unscathed, Han Feng's pupils constricted, but he quickly calmed down, his battle knife slicing upwards in a circular motion, shooting out a red blade glow from the long knife, which collided with the incoming green dragon sword light.

  "Huh, who is this Xuanwu Peak? Also in the Nascent Soul stage, but their cultivation isn't weak." Ao Xin's gaze fell on Wang Ke, sizing him up for a moment, feeling somewhat familiar, but unable to recall where he had seen him before, and so asked out of curiosity.

  "Hmm, it doesn't look simple either. No wonder he was able to defeat two Nascent Soul stage cultivators in a row just now. I wonder who's more powerful between him and Han Feng." Feng Chen looked at Wang Ke with great interest and said.

  Wang Kesha displayed his sword technique, the sword light flying and swirling, controlled with ease, as he entwined in battle with Han Feng. His feet moved swiftly with the Flying Cloud Step, advancing and retreating with precision, appearing calm and composed.

  The two exchanged dozens of moves, and although Wang Ke's sword technique was simple, his control was extremely smooth, combined with his pure spiritual power, the sword light's might was not to be underestimated.

  Han Feng unleashed his Hundred Wars Blade Decree, surrounding himself with blade auras that blocked all of Wang Ke's sword lights and occasionally launched counterattacks.

  The ground was already in disarray under the hands of the two, with scars from their slashes all over the floor, and only the clash of sword lights could be seen on the stage.

  "Awesome, I thought Han Feng was already very powerful, but unexpectedly Wang Ke is not weak either. Now it's really hard to say who will win or lose between the two."

  "Yes, it's rare to see such a wonderful match between mid-term disciples of Naqi, Wang Ke's swordsmanship is proficient, his foundation is solid, and his spiritual power is surprisingly pure, he should be considered one of the top among mid-term disciples of Naqi."

  "Xuanwu Peak actually produced such a powerful expert, how come nobody has ever heard of him?" The cultivators on the scene began to take Wang Ke seriously and acknowledged his strength.

  Han Feng was getting more and more shocked as he fought, never expecting that this mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him would be so troublesome to deal with.

  "No, can't drag it down anymore, must end quickly" At this time, Han Feng made a decision in his heart, and the firm color in his eyes flashed by. He rolled up the long knife in his hand, and the blade shot out, knocking away the flying sword light. Then he retreated back, threw the long knife in his hand, and then pinched his fingers, starting to chant.

  The long knife slipped out of his hand but didn't fall to the ground, instead it floated up, and suddenly the tip of the knife turned towards Wang Ke in front of him, then an astonishing red glow began to emanate from the body of the knife.

  As time passed, Han Feng's eyes began to radiate a red, bloodthirsty glow, looking extremely eerie. He then grasped the long sword in front of him, and at that moment, an astonishing aura burst forth from his body, this powerful aura having increased several times over what it was before.