Chapter 41: Goal Achieved

  Han Feng was enveloped in a thick aura of killing intent on the stage, his hands grasping the knife with concentrated energy and spirit, suddenly transforming into a shocking slash that charged straight at Wang Ke.

  The crowd around the field felt the terrifying aura bursting out of Han Feng's body at this moment, and they were all shocked to hold their breath. This one move was already equivalent to a full-strength blow from a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

  "Soul Annihilating Slash!" A loud shout burst forth from Han Feng's mouth, a shocking blade aura spreading across the stage, causing the surrounding cultivators who were watching the battle to quiet down.

  "Hmm, to think that you've cultivated the Soul Extinguishing Slash to such a realm. Even if your opponent is a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, they wouldn't be able to withstand this move." A figure in the distance, with a smile on his face, spoke up and said.

  "Hmm, this move is powerful. With just this move, he can already be considered a core disciple." Ao Xin said with a nod.

  The sword shadow beside him also smiled and nodded, his eyes focused on Han Feng, and the attention of many people in the field was attracted by this move.

  "I don't know how Wang Ke will respond."

  "Such a powerful blow, I'm afraid it can't be blocked. Han Feng is now in his peak state, and even a Nascent Soul stage cultivator with deep foundation may not be able to block it."

  "Look, Wang Ke may have come from Xuanwu Peak, but he's not simple at all. Just now when they exchanged blows, wasn't he always on the back foot?" Many people around the arena started discussing in hushed tones, some thinking that Wang Ke couldn't withstand this blow, while others held the opposite view.

  At this time, Wang Ke stood still on the spot, seeing Han Feng burst out with great power, but remained calm, until finally Han Feng condensed his momentum to its peak and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and the spiritual pressure on his body began to be released.

  At this time, facing the full-force explosion of Han Feng, Wang Ke waved his left hand, and the Xuanwu shield condensed out, floating in front of him. After the Xuanwu shield condensed out, Wang Ke bent his fingers and pointed, and an astonishing spiritual power instantly rushed into the shield in front of him. The Xuanwu armor that had looked a bit illusory earlier began to solidify.

  In just a moment, the color of the Xuanwu shield changed to a deep black, with mysterious patterns crisscrossing on its surface, looking extremely eerie. It seemed as if this shield had transformed into a tangible existence.

  However, even so, Genbu Shield did not emit a strong spiritual pressure, making people feel somewhat elusive.

  "Huh, is this the Xuanwu Shield? Why does it look a bit different?" A Qinglong Peak disciple at the scene said with puzzlement in his eyes as he looked at the Xuanwu Shield floating in front of Wang Ke.

  "Yes, I've never seen such a mysterious turtle shell armor before. Is this really the Turtle Shell Armor of the Black Turtle Peak?" A disciple from the White Tiger Peak turned his head to look at the young man standing beside him and asked curiously.

  However, the young man beside Xuanwu Peak also looked puzzled and stared at Wang Ke's Xuanwu shield armor, saying in a tone of confusion: "I've never seen a Xuanwu shield armor like Brother Wang Ke's either".

  Just as these people were in a state of confusion, Han Feng's Soul Extinguishing Slash had already arrived at the front, and the terrifying blood-red long knife slashed down with a loud crash. A red streak descended from the sky and landed on the surface of the Xuanwu shield armor.

  A loud "boom" echoed, and the surface of the Xuanwu shield flashed with a burst of spiritual light, but it was not cut through. The blood-red blade's sharp edge scattered and shot out in all directions, leaving behind a trail of gruesome gashes on the ground as the sword shadow swept past. The powerful force surged around, stirring up a terrifying power that continued to churn.

  An astonishing power burst out, and the terrifying Soul-destroying Slash was actually blocked by the Xuanwu shield in front of Wang Ke. No matter how hard the Soul-destroying Slash struck, it could not break through the defense of the Xuanwu shield.

  "Impossible! A single Xuanwu shield will block the Soul Reaper's slash!" The scene was met with a cry of surprise from the sidelines, almost unable to believe that such a situation had occurred.

  "Huh? How can this be?" At this time, Ao Xin's expression also solidified, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes as he focused his attention on the scene before him.

  "Is this really the Xuanwu Shield? How can it have such great power?" Feng Chen said with a puzzled expression, his tone filled with shock.

  "It seems we underestimated this kid named Wang Ke, he's not simple." Jian Ying stared at Wang Ke, his brow furrowed as he spoke.

  Wang Ke brought the Xuanwu Shield to its strongest state this time, his spiritual power was more than a dozen times purer than that of ordinary cultivators. The condensed Xuanwu Shield was extremely solid. After successfully cultivating the Xuanwu Shield, this was Wang Ke's second time fully activating it. The first time he had been shocked by the Xuanwu Shield's powerful defensive capabilities, which is why he was so confident this time.

  The Soul-Extinguishing Slash was blocked, and suddenly Wang Ke's expression solidified. In an instant, five sword lights appeared in front of him, instantly forming a stunning sword net that enveloped Han Feng entirely.

  A sharp sword aura burst out, instantly tearing apart the defensive spiritual light outside Han Feng's body. At this moment, Han Feng burst out with all his might, originally intending to kill Wang Ke with one blow, but he never expected that Wang Ke, a mid-term Nascent Soul stage cultivator, could actually block his full-strength Soul-Slaying Slash.

  At this time, the sword net enveloped him inside, and he could only barely gather a bit of strength in his left hand. He swung out with one claw, but just as he did, a cold light flashed before his eyes, and in an instant, a sword light had already appeared at his neck.

  The sword light was imbued with spiritual energy, and it was almost imperceptible, yet at this moment, Han Feng felt a chill run down his spine, and his body stiffened instantly.

  "Alright," came Wang's calm voice from in front, and then the sword light disappeared, only then did that chilling feeling vanish.

  Han Feng's eyes were filled with reluctance, and he hesitated for a moment before withdrawing his strength, retreating several steps, and sizing up Wang Ke with a glance.

  "This brother, you win." In this situation, he knew he couldn't continue anymore. If Wang Ke hadn't withdrawn his sword light just now, one move would have been enough to make him lose his head.

  "No way, Han Feng actually lost. How can this Wang be so formidable?" A young monk who was supporting Han Feng said in disbelief at the result.

  "Haha, I didn't expect Xuanwu Peak to have produced such a formidable young master."

  "I don't know what he'll do next, but I'm starting to look forward to it."

  If saying that consecutively defeating two late-stage Masters had drawn everyone's attention to Wang Ke, then after defeating Han Feng, he was already considered a rising star. The numerous gazes on the square were all concentrated on Wang Ke, with some filled with admiration, others with shock, and still others with doubt. At this time, various discussions began circulating among the crowd.

  Wang Ke's expression was calm and peaceful, he walked slowly to the edge of the stage, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. He didn't put these discussions in his heart at all. At this time, he focused on the next trial, as long as he won one more game, he could leave Qingmu Sect, a place full of right and wrong, and he didn't care about anything else.

  "Hao Xin, what do you think of this young man named Wang Ke?" Feng Chen turned his head to ask Hao Xin after sizing up Wang Ke.

  He only saw Ao Xin look at him for a while, pondering for a moment, before saying lightly: "This kid is not simple, his sword technique is extremely pure, among the mid-term disciples who practice the Hua Jian Jue, he might be the first one to cultivate it to such purity".

  "Heh heh, although the miscellaneous spirit roots are always looked down upon, some of the great willpower holders among them have strength that far surpasses that of high-ranking cultivators of the same rank," Jian Ying said from the side.

  "Hmm, it's hard to say for now, but this kid's spiritual energy seems very pure, did he eat some kind of spiritual elixir? I wonder if there will be more exciting performances later." Feng Chen said.

  Wang Ke's movements did not attract Qin Ke'er's attention, after continuously fighting for so many rounds, she no longer had any hope for these so-called inner door disciples.

  At this time, there were only twenty monks left on the field. Qin Ke'er was undoubtedly the most eye-catching one, with a cold and elegant temperament, great strength, and an extraordinary identity.

  Among these people, Wang Ke also seemed a bit special. He had the lowest cultivation among them, only at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, but even so, no one looked down on him.

  It was unknown how long it took, but Wang Ke finally opened his eyes and gazed at the stage. His match had already been arranged, and he let out a sigh of relief as he watched the young monk walk onto the stage from the other side.

  Among these candidates, only Qin Keer had no confidence in winning, and the rest were all late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, but Wang Ke also had a few points of victory.

  He stood up and walked slowly onto the stage, facing a young man wearing a cyan long gown, slightly thin in build, with a cold and stern face, his indifferent gaze fell on Wang Ke.

  "In the middle stage of Nascent Soul, your strength is quite strong." The young man opposite Wang Ke said calmly.

  "Qingmu Shanggao's skills are like clouds, with countless core disciples. With my cultivation, how dare I be considered strong? Please, senior brother, offer me more guidance." Wang said calmly.

  "Alright, I'm Ye Huang. Make your move!" The young man opposite him suddenly took a step forward, releasing an astonishing amount of spiritual pressure from his body, at least at the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage.

  Feeling the powerful spiritual pressure bursting out from his opponent, Wang Ke's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the Ling Xi Jue quickly circulated, pure spiritual energy instantly spreading throughout his meridians, releasing a strong spiritual pressure as well.

  Then a burst of insight, several sword lights rushed out from the body, condensed into a green sword dragon in front of him, and rolled towards Ye Huang. The sharp sword edge left marks on the ground instantly.

  This time Wang Ke launched a surprise attack, and as soon as he made his move, it was his signature sword light.

  "However, with just the control of sword light, you're already very formidable." Seeing the sword dragon approaching from the front, Ye Huang remained calm and composed, saying a sentence in a light tone. He then pointed his right hand forward, and a cyan flying sword appeared out of thin air, which he instantly grasped in his hand and swung forward with one swift motion.

  A cyan-colored sword energy shot out, and in the blink of an eye, it collided with the sword dragon in front, releasing a powerful force, and the sword dragon condensed by the sword light was cut off by one sword.

  The sword light was cut off, but Wang Ke didn't panic. With a flick of his wrist, the sword aura around him rotated once and merged together again in the center, continuing to charge towards Ye Huang.

  "Hmph, useless!" Ye Huang snorted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he moved swiftly, dashing towards Wang Ke with a flash of his sword, striking the Cyan Sword Dragon and sending it flying back. Without slowing down, he continued to charge towards Wang Ke.

  Ye Huan's speed was extremely fast, leaving a faint green shadow on the field as he arrived in front of Wang Ke. He raised his flying sword with a sudden burst of strength, and calmly said "It's over". Then, he suddenly swung the green longsword in his hand towards Wang Ke.

  A powerful spiritual pressure burst out of Yehuang's body, enveloping Wang Ke. At this moment, one move fell, and he was certain that Wang Ke absolutely could not withstand this move.

  But just as the long sword was about to fall, a spark flashed in Wang Ke's eyes, and with a light flick of his left hand, a black Xuanwu shield appeared.

  A loud crash, the blue long sword slashed onto the Xuanwu shield armor, only to see the surface of the Xuanwu shield armor flashing with a brilliant light. A burst of black spiritual cloud exploded out, instantly enveloping the surroundings, and in that instant, a powerful aura flashed by. At the same time, a flying sword with a cold glow appeared in Wang Ke's hand, and suddenly pierced through the central violent power, its tip appearing in front of Ye Huang's throat.

  Ye Huang was stunned, staring at the flying sword in front of him, still not understanding how he had lost. The same scene on the sidelines also fell silent instantly, with everyone's eyes wide open, staring at the field.

  "I lost." After a moment, Ye Huang said with a hint of regret. Then Wang Ke recalled his flying sword and retreated with a bow, taking slow steps to the side of the arena.

  Looking at Wang Ke's back, Ye Huang's expression was complex. As a Nascent Soul late-stage cultivator himself, he had actually been defeated by a Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator, and for a moment, he found it hard to accept.

  "Finally reached the goal, don't know what's next for this master" Wang Ke returned to the sidelines, having just slightly exploded his own strength, unexpectedly defeating Ye Huang with a single move. Ye Huang was caught off guard and was defeated by Wang Ke in one move.