Chapter 62: Mysterious Mountain Arena Tournament (8)

  The Wind Array Sword Style was complex and intricate, as if dozens of sword techniques were merged into one, yet it was surprisingly clear and logical, with a powerful and astonishing force, like a raging sea in a stormy rain. In contrast, Li Ran's knife came and went with only the five most ordinary sword techniques, simple and clean, like a few clear lines in a complex and colorful pattern.

  His five-style swordsmanship was brought to life by him, every turn and twist was mysterious and followed his heart, with just a slight change, the killing power was astonishing.

  The two men fought more and more fiercely, and the crowd below watched with bated breath. This brilliant battle made everyone exclaim that it was addictive.

  Feng Zhenzi's eyes were filled with excitement, his gaze growing increasingly fierce, the sword in his hand becoming more and more ruthless, faster and faster. Suddenly, the long sword let out a clear ring, its speed increasing by 30%, tightly wrapping Li Ran's figure within.

  "It's over, brother!"

  Fengzi shouted loudly with great enthusiasm.

  This swordsmanship is no longer something that the Five Forms Sword Classic can handle. If Li Ran doesn't change his moves, he's likely to lose here and now.

  Facing the raging storm, Li Ruo's smile suddenly reappeared, his long sword twisting and turning, the Five Styles of Swordplay unfolding like a mighty river, continuous and unending, swirling and surging.

  The five sword styles, originally unrelated, suddenly turned and connected seamlessly, linking together in a chain of five styles. The power of the sword surged violently, with the sound of clashing metal ringing incessantly in their ears. The two long swords clashed, with the momentum escalating steadily.

  Suddenly, Feng Zhenzi burst out laughing and struck with his sword. Borrowing the force of the blow, he leaped backward, a look of satisfaction on his face as he licked his lips and said:

  "It was great, it was great! This battle with my brother can be savored for at least a month. Haha, brother, take your time to enjoy the aftertaste, I'm out of here!"

  Feng Zizhong took a step down from the platform and squeezed through the crowd before jumping back up onto his own platform.

  It ended in a draw, an outcome that no one had expected. After a brief silence, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd.

  Li Rando's strength is evident to everyone, and he is indeed the one who lives up to his reputation. He is on par with Jian Chui Feng Zhenzi, and Li Rando absolutely has the ability to take home a champion title.

  The mountain wolf's face was overjoyed, and he burst out laughing loudly.

  Headmaster Wang exhaled a breath, his eyes filled with joy that he couldn't conceal. With Feng Zhenzi retreating, probably no one would dare challenge Li Ruo Dao's knife again. Li Ruo Dao achieved an unexpected result, defeating a strong opponent and obtaining the qualification to enter Xuanji Xianpai for cultivation, which was something he never thought of when he just left Wanghe Village.

  Those who can rush to Xuán Jī Shān to participate in the assessment are all selected from the best of the remote and near mountain cities, and the absolutely elite young people. The mysterious skills and methods make people's eyes dazzle. Lǐ Rán Dāo took a deep breath and stood on the stage, also feeling relieved in his heart, this time guarding the stage also opened his eyes slightly.

  Looking at the dense crowd below the stage, Li Ranxiao smiled and wanted to see more things, loudly shouting: "Who's next?"

  The people below looked at each other in dismay.

  Wang Wanyue turned her head to look around, and after a long time, she still didn't see anyone responding. She felt a surge of excitement in her heart, knowing that if no one else dared to come on stage, Li Ran's position as the champion would be almost guaranteed. She wanted to cheer, but was afraid that someone like last time's madman would rush over again.

  He raised both fists in front of his chest, excited and worried, when Li Ran Dao on the stage continued to shout:

  "Reign of Burning Blade, who else will take the stage?"

  At this time, the crowd suddenly surged forward, and one person squeezed towards the edge of the stage. Many people saw that there was a commotion to watch and voluntarily gave way, allowing that person to squeeze to the front smoothly.

  Wang Wanyue felt a pang of sadness in her heart and let out a sigh. Indeed, there were still people who refused to give up and wanted to challenge her. What surprising methods did this person have?

  He focused his attention and saw that the young man who had squeezed in was extremely robust, with an air of grandeur about him. He pushed all the way to the edge of the arena, then suddenly stopped next to another young man. The two of them stood there laughing and chatting to each other, pointing and gesturing at the arena.

  Li Ran shouted again in that direction:

  "Who's going up to teach?"

  Everyone stared at the person who squeezed in, only to see him standing there, without any intention of going on stage. Seeing everyone staring at him, he widened his eyes and glanced around.

  The crowd burst out laughing, and it turned out that this kid was just squeezing in to watch the excitement, not someone who wanted to go on stage to challenge. Seeing all of this, Wang Wenyuan couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

  Li Ruo stood on the stage for a long time, seeing that no one else came up, he smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked to the mountain wooden chair behind the stage and sat down. He knew that probably this host was settled.

  Shan Lang burst out laughing, his eyes full of excitement, and turned to Wang Shou Dao saying: "Headmaster, Fu Ruo has also obtained the qualification to enter Xuanji Mountain. Out of 2,000 people, only 20 were selected, and our Wanghe got two spots at once. Our faces are all shining with glory!"

  Wang Shou Dao could no longer hold back in front of these disciples, a smile spreading across his face.

  Li Ruo Dao sat on the dueling platform, gazing out into the distance. From here, the view was excellent, and some of the platforms had already extinguished their disputes. Qin Feng Chuan, Gu Lie Yang, and that Wind Array guy were all sitting in the rear mountain-wood chairs, just like himself. On other platforms, however, swords and knives still flashed in the light, clearly indicating that those duelists had yet to gain an overwhelming advantage that would make the vast majority of people submit.

  The scene of Li Ran's knife fight here has clearly lost its meaning, and the crowd on the arena gradually dispersed to watch another arena.

  The whole day passed, and the dusk enveloped, all the arenas stopped competing, more than 2,000 people excitedly talked about walking to the rest courtyard, Li Ranno's name now appeared more in the mouths of the crowd.

  Outside, thick fog enveloped, mountain wind whispered, the guest room in the mountains was warm and quiet. Li Ran Dao sat in the room, recalling all the gains of the day in his mind, feeling that the "sticky, throwing, shaking, trembling" methods of exerting force had brought him great benefits. Having learned these, at least in swordsmanship, he could make himself more smooth and flowing.

  He took out the gourd and drank another mouthful, feeling a warm flow entering his meridians throughout his body. The energy sensation made Li Ranno's heart feel very full, but when he shook the gourd, there was not much spiritual medicine left inside. He had refined an entire Iron Beast Demon Dan, yet he still couldn't break through to the Seventh Realm of the Jīng Yuán boundary. Li Ranno also secretly sighed at the difficulty of cultivation.

  The higher the level, the more energy is needed, it's really amazing.

  The arena match is still a few days away, and Li Ruo doesn't know what kind of opponent he will face next. He urgently wants to make another breakthrough, not wasting a single moment, and sits cross-legged on his bed for a night of cultivation. The seven bottles are still motionless. As the morning light enters the room, Li Ruo lets out a sigh, gets up, and pushes open the door to look outside, only to see those people excitedly rushing towards the bluestone square, and today's arena match is about to begin again.

  Wang Wanyue and a group of people including Shan Lang saw Li Ruo come out with his knife and ran over excitedly.

  Wang Wanxuan's face was filled with joy: "Ran Jian, there are still four days left. You must hold on for these four days, no matter what kind of opponents you encounter, defeat them all and you will be able to enter Xuanji Mountain to cultivate."

  Head coach Wang Shou Dao walked over from somewhere, apparently satisfied with Li Ruo Knife but also somewhat worried. He patted Li Ruo Knife's shoulder heavily and said in a low voice: "Ruo Knife, these days no matter what kind of opponent gets on stage, you must be extremely careful and not underestimate anyone. You must treat every opponent with utmost vigilance, just like a lion catching a rabbit, and use all your strength. Don't let your guard down for a moment and lose everything."

  Li Ran nodded: "I know."

  The crowd followed the stream of people into the square, and Li Ran Jian stood on the high platform once again.

  Seeing another arena erupt into battle in the first moment, Li Ran's gaze swept down to his own stage, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

  Under the stage, two or three little cats, no one came to pay attention at all. Quietly sat on the stage for a whole day, not even a mosquito flew over, let alone any challengers coming up.

  Li Ran's reputation as a knife has spread far and wide.

  But as time went on, Wang Shou became more and more cautious, always staying near the stage where Li Ranno was competing, fearing that some unexpected event might occur, such as a master coming over to joke with Li Ranno and taking away the quota that Wang Heji had obtained.

  Li Ran's knife had been sitting alone on the stage for several days, until the seventh day of the competition. Wang Shou Dao finally let out a sigh of relief, secretly wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead, and feeling extremely pleased in his heart.

  Guarded, Li Ran's knife finally guarded this quota, and their Wang Heji's great name was destined to spread far and near.