Chapter 522
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Chapter 522: The Eve of the Final Showdown!
When I was young, I faced some bodily issues that prevented me from cultivating. It wasn’t until four years ago, through a fortunate opportunity, that I could begin my cultivation journey,” Su Yi sighed deeply.
He still couldn’t understand the cause of his inability to cultivate at that time, but later, he realized that it was because of a mysterious space inside his body, which could not store vital energy. Only four years ago was he able to truly begin his cultivation practice.
“Four years…” Elder Su’s voice trembled slightly. If this young man has reached this level in just four years, his progress is truly astonishing.
“Mastering the basics is crucial and will greatly shape your future,” Elder Su advised.
Su Yi nodded, recognizing the gaps in many of his fundamental skills. Seizing the moment, with Elder Su in a receptive mood, he took the opportunity to ask for guidance.
Elder Su maintained a stoic expression, yet he didn’t turn Su Yi away.
With one seeking advice humbly and the other offering what seemed like casual guidance, time passed by slowly.
As dusk approached, vast swathes of fiery clouds filled the sky.
“Time is running short. Focus on quality, not quantity. Prepare yourself well for tomorrow’s duel in the Grand Swordsmanship Competition. Give it your all,” Elder Su said as he stood, stretching his limbs.
“Rest assured, I will do my best and emerge victorious!” Su Yi said with a smile, eager for tomorrow’s final duel. The allure of the top prize was not just the plentiful rewards, but the prospect of reaching the Sacred Mountain. After all, if one can’t surpass the younger generation of the Divine Sword School, how could they ever aspire to set foot on the Sacred Mountain?
With a determined gaze and a flash of crimson light, for Su Yi, tomorrow’s pinnacle duel wasn’t just the final act of the Grand Swordsmanship Competition, but a personal validation.
“Ho ho, so you’re really set on claiming the top spot? I wonder how much of it is true skill, and how much is simple arrogance!” Elder Su glanced at Su Yi with a hint of skepticism. Among the young disciples of the Divine Sword School, he had knowledge of the strength of some.
This young man in front of him was indeed impressive, but he was still young and had some weaknesses. In time, he could potentially compete, but for now, the outcome was uncertain.
“I will claim the top spot without fail,” Su Yi replied, his gaze resolute. Having entered the competition, he intended to give it everything he had.
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The night passed, and as the first rays of sunlight began to shine over the Divine Sword School, figures began to emerge from all directions, filling the school.
Some used elemental energy to move, while others rode on demon beasts, all heading towards the same destination.
As the sky brightened, the weather was perfect—clear and sunny, with the refreshing scent of flowers in the air, invigorating everyone.
Today marked a grand occasion for the Divine Sword School, with the final stage of the Grand Swordsmanship Competition fast approaching. The sixty-eight disciples who earned their spots were ready to showcase their skills in the grandest showdown, and the anticipation was palpable.
Disciples of all ranks—menial, outer, inner, and direct—gathered from various places, all making their way to Spirit Sword Peak.
The final contest, the true climax of the competition, would take place on Spirit Sword Peak.
Su Yi returned to his room, fully aware of the significance of the day ahead. He made sure to remain focused and prepared himself to stay in optimal condition.
With a deep exhale, he adjusted his breathing to attain the perfect state, his eyes flashing with a crimson gleam, while his aura caused his gray robe to flutter lightly.
Rising to his feet, he stretched lazily, the sharp cracking sounds of his joints signaling an explosive energy surging through him as he assessed his body.
A satisfied smile crossed Su Yi’s face, for today would prove his progress, allowing him to gauge how far he had come.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered, sensing someone approaching with his sharp perception of spiritual power.
“Brother Su Yi,” came the voice of Xu Jiahui from the doorway.
Su Yi stepped outside and saw Xu Jiahui, clearly also preparing for the big day. She wore a light aquamarine tunic, highlighting her elegant figure and graceful curves. Her complexion was flawless, her large, bright eyes reminiscent of a crystal-clear pool, while her skin glowed with a snowy radiance. A small dimple appeared on her cheek as she held several garments and a pair of cloud-patterned boots in her hands.
Upon seeing Su Yi, Xu Jiahui smiled shyly and said, “It seems your clothes are already torn. Since we are heading to Spirit Sword Peak, it would be better to look presentable. I’ve brought two sets of garments for you. Please try them on and let me know if they fit. We can make adjustments if necessary.”
“Thank you,” Su Yi smiled and took the clothes from her. He was well aware that his current attire was unsuitable and, without hesitation, went back to change into the new garments.
After a short time, Su Yi returned, dressed in a blue robe decorated with intricate patterns, and matching cloud-patterned boots. The outfit fit him perfectly, as though tailored just for him.
Su Yi was pleased. The color blue was one he favored, and it seemed Xu Jiahui had thoughtfully considered his preferences.
With his sword and blade alternating at his back, his black hair fluttered in the wind. His features appeared resolute, and his eyes conveyed unwavering determination as he looked at Xu Jiahui. “It fits perfectly. Thank you.”
As Xu Jiahui stared at Su Yi, she appeared somewhat dazed. This young man, who was once infamous, now appeared strikingly handsome after such a subtle transformation.
At the sound of Su Yi’s voice, Xu Jiahui snapped out of her reverie and smiled. “No need to thank us. We should be the ones expressing gratitude. If not for you, we might not have escaped the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords. Everything we’ve achieved and become today is because of your actions.”
Xu Jiahui was well aware that their growth and transformation were largely due to Su Yi’s encounters and fortuitous opportunities, which had altered the course of their lives.
“Let’s not dwell on that,” Su Yi replied, noticing how much Xu Jiahui resembled Wan’er more and more. He had been away for so long and wondered how Wan’er was doing. A feeling of unease lingered in his heart.
Suddenly, a sharp chirping sound broke the silence. A fierce bird of prey flapped its wings and hovered low in the sky.
“Golden Eagle of Fierce Wind!” Su Yi exclaimed in surprise. It was the same Fierce Wind Golden Eagle that had been brought back from the Court of Justice. He had thought it would return to the Court, but now it had appeared again.
“We should head out now; everyone is waiting for you,” Xu Jiahui urged. Today was important, and they couldn’t afford any delays.
Su Yi nodded and followed her to where Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, and the others were waiting.
“Boss Su Yi!” “Boss Su Yi!” Zhang Qing, Liu Ji, Wang Fan, and the others called out excitedly, filled with anticipation. Today, they weren’t just spectators at Spirit Sword Peak—they were ready to challenge the most skilled disciples of the Divine Sword School, an opportunity they had never dreamed of.
