Chapter Thirty-Five: Win Again

  Wang Ke walked calmly to the side, easily winning the first match. He was also somewhat surprised that his opponent was careless and his spiritual power was more than ten times purer than his opponent's. The sword light was powerful and the two sword lights easily shattered his opponent's sword light.

  Even his opponent did not expect Wang Ke to have such strength, a moment of negligence, and he was already controlled by Wang Ke, without even exerting half of his own strength.

  Sitting cross-legged at the edge of the arena, Wang Ke's gaze swept across the square. At this moment, each area of the square was engaged in intense battles, with powerful spiritual energy surging towards all directions, and sword lights flashing and flickering. Wang Ke found that he would be the first to defeat his opponent here.

  And then her gaze shifted, looking towards a place on the left side of the field, where Qin Ke'er was standing tall, with a calm expression, her palace attire fluttering, and her black hair floating.

  Across from her stood a young man wearing white armor, who looked to be twenty-seven or eight years old. His body emitted a strong spiritual energy fluctuation, and he was obviously a small expert in the late stage of Qi Refining.

  However, at this moment facing Qin Ke'er, the young master's face was tense, and the four sword lights surrounding him slightly trembled.

  "Let's begin." Qin Ke'er said calmly, her eyes not even flickering. She raised her right hand slightly, and a white light shot out from her fingertips, instantly filling the air with an astonishing chill.

  A white light flashed and shot towards the opponent. The young monk saw the white light rushing towards him, his face suddenly changed, and he hastily dodged to the side, without even releasing a spiritual shield.

  Seeing her opponent's disheveled retreat, Qin Ke'er furrowed her elegant eyebrows and rebuked, "Are the inner sect disciples really so useless?" Her eyes simultaneously shot out icy glints.

  Upon hearing Qin Ke'er's rebuke laced with anger, the young man's face turned red, then his gaze swept over to Ao Xin not far away, and he couldn't help but reveal a bitter expression.

  "Show your true skills, don't waste time here," Qin Ke'er said coldly, her right hand raised, a sword light shot out from her hand.

  The young man opposite saw the sword light approaching and retreated on horseback, with four sword lights flying around in front of him, instantly setting up a sword net in front of him.

  "Alas, is this all the strength you have after training?" Wang Ke looked at the young man's movements from afar, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, and shook his head.

  At this time, the sword light shot out by Qin Ke'er had already collided with the youth's sword net. The seemingly strong defensive sword net was torn apart as soon as it came into contact with Qin Ke'er's sword light.

  The young man's face changed greatly, and in such a situation, he actually forgot to dodge. In an instant, Qin Ke'er's sword light had already approached his face, and the shocking chill made the young man's face turn white. He stood there motionless, while Qin Ke'er's flying sword hovered one foot in front of him.

  "I give up!" The young man said helplessly after a moment, although he was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, the gap in strength between him and Qin Ke'er was enormous, and he was defeated in an instant.

  Defeating her opponent, Qin Ke'er's face didn't show any excitement, her slender hand beckoned, the sword flashed and flew back, instantly retracted, turned around and stepped lightly to the edge of the arena, returning to sit down on the couch.

  "Hehe, Ke'er Shimei's sword light power is getting stronger and stronger. Under the foundation period, there is no one who can match her." Not far away, Ao Xin hurriedly flattered.

  "Yes, being able to defeat a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator so easily, Junior Sister is indeed the number one under the Foundation Building stage." The Wind and Dust beside him chimed in with a flattering tone.

  "It's no wonder you're the Young Master, defeating your opponent so easily. We really are far behind." Some other disciples on the sidelines also started to flatter him.

  Upon hearing these voices, Qin Ke'er furrowed her delicate eyebrows and resolutely closed her eyes, no longer paying attention to the flattering voices around her. She was very clear that her opponent just now had absolutely not shown even a tenth of his true strength, and probably hadn't even used a fraction of it.

  Looking at Qin Ke'er's cold expression, Ao Xin and others stopped their voices in embarrassment, and the surrounding disciples also stopped making a sound. On the other side, Wang Ke also withdrew his gaze and waited calmly.

  The arrangement of the trials was very dense, and soon Wang Ke welcomed his second opponent, a young monk wearing a white battle robe, also a mid-term Nascent Soul cultivator.

  "This senior brother is being polite," said the other side, who seemed very modest and courteous, bowing slightly to Wang Ke.

  "Senior brother, please." Wang Ke cupped his hands in a salute, his right hand pinched into a sword gesture, and two flashes of sword light instantly appeared, surrounded by a faint blue spiritual energy that flickered slightly.

  The young man opposite him focused his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and a silver light flashed. A battle knife appeared in his hand. The knife was seven feet long, with a blade of three feet, looking quite domineering.

  "Huh?" Seeing the opponent suddenly take out a war knife, Wang Ke was slightly surprised. Most cultivators cultivate flying swords, but since the opponent is using a war knife, there must be something special about it. Wang Ke immediately became more cautious.

  "Watch out, senior brother!" The young man's gaze condensed, and he didn't forget to remind Wang Ke in a sentence. His right hand raised the war knife in his hand, and a shocking spiritual pressure burst forth from his body. A strong fighting spirit shot out of his eyes, and his right foot suddenly stepped forward. His right hand swung down with the war knife, slashing towards Wang Ke not far away.

  The surface of the war knife began to emerge with a silver-white glow, and the astonishing blade burst out, majestically beheading Wang Ke. In this instant, Wang Ke felt as if the air around him was being sucked dry.

  "Good!" Seeing the opponent's knife was incredibly powerful, Wang couldn't help but praise, his eyes flashing with a hint of cyan, and his body began to emit spiritual pressure. His right hand sword gesture urged, two sword lights shot out like twin dragons bursting out of a cave.

  "Dang" sounded twice, the sword light and the falling knife edge collided in an instant. The knife edge was slightly delayed after being hit by the sword light, and its direction deviated, falling to one side.

  The sword's blade chopped down onto the ground with a loud "peng" sound, leaving behind a deep gash. The young man's face showed a hint of astonishment, not having expected that Wang Ke would be able to block his knife with just two flashes of his sword.

  At this moment, two faint breaking sounds came, and the two sword lights that had just appeared continued to charge towards him. The young man's body condensed, his right hand knife rolled up, and suddenly split into four knife lights, rolling away against the charging sword light.

  At the same time, the young man suddenly took a step back and swung his battle knife to the rear, assuming a peculiar posture. Wang Ke, who was advancing with his sword, fixed his gaze on the young man.

  "Huh?" Seeing the young man's current movements, Wang Ke's expression solidified, feeling that the youth's aura was changing at this moment, and suddenly a loud shout came from him.

  "Slash!" In an instant, his right arm seemed to thicken by a circle, his legs sank, and he suddenly kicked the ground, sending himself flying into the air. As he was airborne, his right hand raised the war knife in an instant, and spiritual energy surged into the war knife. In front of the war knife, a shocking blade aura several feet long burst out instantly.

  His eyes fixed on Wang Ke below, the young man's eyes burst out with a shocking war intent. With a sudden movement, he merged with his sword and struck down at Wang Ke. At this moment, the young man and his long sword were as one, unleashing a powerful blow.

  Below, Wang Ke could feel the astonishing battle intent bursting out from his opponent, his whole body tensed up, and in an instant, he was locked down by his opponent's aura. As he watched his opponent's attack fall, a glint of light flashed across Wang Ke's eyes.

  With a wave of his left hand, a flash of spiritual light, and a turtle shell shield condensed from spiritual energy appeared above his head, suddenly it was the successfully cultivated Xuanwu Shield.

  The surface of the Xuanwu shield glowed with a brilliant light, emitting a strong spiritual power fluctuation. At first glance, its defensive power was astonishing. The opponent, Wang Ke, instantly released the Xuanwu shield, his brow furrowed slightly, but he still slashed down without hesitation.

  A loud "boom" shook the air, a powerful attack landed on the Xuanwu shield, the surface of the Xuanwu shield violently fluctuated, a strong spiritual wave spread out, and the momentum swept in all directions. The sturdy Xuanwu shield blocked the opponent's slash, and they were locked in mid-air.

  His concentrated attack was blocked by Wang Ke's mysterious turtle shield, the young man looked unbelievable, but when he looked at Wang Ke again, he found that Wang Ke had disappeared unknowingly. Suddenly, the young man's body tightened, a sword light came from the side and hit the defensive light screen outside his body in an instant.

  "A ripping sound like tearing leather came, the defensive light shield outside the young man's body was instantly torn apart by a sword light, his face changed, his right hand gave out a war knife, and he swung it out in an instant. A huge shock was transmitted to his hand, and his body fell from the air, but before he could react next, a calm voice came into his ear."

  At the same time, a cyan long sword had already been placed on his shoulder, and at such close range, he could feel the astonishing chill emanating from the sword.

  Turning his head, he found that Wang Ke was already standing on his left side, holding a long sword in his hand and smiling at him.

  "Alas, I've lost." With a helpless shake of his head, the young man gave up resisting.

  Wang Ke sheathed his long sword, dodged back, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent was blocked by the Xuanwu shield to break free from the lock on his body. He then used Fei Yun Step to circle around and forced the opponent to the ground with a flash of his sword light, before launching the final blow.

  The whole process was smooth and effortless, everything was within Wang Ke's calculations. This was because Wang Ke remained calm during the battle and made the most correct judgments.

  "This senior brother is incredibly powerful, I wish you continued victories." The young man from White Tiger Peak didn't become disheartened from his defeat, and with a nod of his head and a smile, he said to Wang Ke.

  "Hehe, wanting to win all the time is not that easy." Wang Ke slightly shook his head and said humbly, then turned around and walked out of the court.

  The young man behind White Tiger Peak looked at Wang Ke's back and his face became somewhat complicated. He felt that Wang Ke had not shown his true strength at all.

  "When did Xuanwu Peak produce such a formidable disciple? It seems that this person is not simple." Looking at Wang Ke's departing back, the young man thought, then turned and left.

  Back to the scene, Wang Ke sat cross-legged, his eyes turned to look at the left side, and saw that Qin Ke'er's opponent was shocked, covered in a layer of frost, stiffly standing there, already defeated.

  "The power of the young master is indeed strong, but these opponents should be intimidated by her identity and dare not use their full strength." Wang Ke shook his head, having noticed earlier that Qin Ke'er's opponents were all at the late stage of Qi Refining, yet none of them showed the strength that a late-stage Qi Refining disciple should have, and he couldn't help but sigh.

  This side will continue to try, after the victory just now, Wang Ke has already won two games in a row, and it can be said that he has had a good start. However, wanting to get into the top ten is not so easy. Among these inner disciples, there is no one who is below the mid-term Nascent Soul realm. If they encounter a late Nascent Soul disciple, it may not be so easy.