Chapter 529
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Chapter 529: You Shall Also Descend!
“Whoosh…”
On the field, figures released bursts of aura, enveloped in radiating primal energy, leaping onto the ancient and rustic stone platforms, fearing that someone might seize the advantage before them.
With sixty-eight individuals and only sixteen stone platforms, the competition was intense.
Zhang Qing, Xu Jiahui, Liu Ji, Qing Chao, and Wang Fan were aware of their own abilities. Though they feared they might not ultimately compete for the top spot, they still aimed to step onto the confrontation platforms. At the very least, they could say they had once faced off against the outstanding direct disciples.
Some swiftly ascended the confrontation platforms, while others remained indifferent, quietly observing from the shadows.
Yun Lingfeng, Gu Chenyou, Gong Qi, Mu Yao, Nan Liran, and other prominent figures ranked high in the Sword Tower seemed in no hurry, merely watching the situation unfold.
“Swoosh…”
Before long, the remaining figures leaped up and ascended the confrontation platforms.
The formidable individuals who consistently ranked among the top in the Sword Tower deliberately avoided stepping onto a confrontation platform too soon.
A clash between two titans would result in one’s defeat.
Their goal was to at least reach the top sixteen. Even if they were confident in winning, they did not wish to encounter strong opponents too early, as they aimed to conserve their strength.
The later rounds would only grow more challenging, and overexertion at this stage could leave them vulnerable.
“Bang! Bang!”
On the sixteen confrontation platforms, as the highly ranked disciples ascended, the others instinctively began to cooperate, joining forces against the strongest opponents.
However, this cooperation was by no means absolute.
Once an opportunity arose, anyone would strike without hesitation, aiming to knock their opponents off the platform, as rankings were at stake.
The atmosphere on all the confrontation platforms was already tense. The first strike ignited a chain reaction, like a series of explosions.
In an instant, the confrontation platforms were filled with surging energy, powerful auras, and dazzling elemental fluctuations. The battles were about to erupt in full force.
“Young man, you are not yet worthy to come forward!”
On a confrontation platform not far away, a direct disciple bellowed. His figure, as swift as lightning, suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qing.
Clenching his five fingers into a tight fist, he struck forward. Faint black earth elemental energy surged, causing even the surrounding void to tremble. The whistling vibrations echoed in the air.
At such speed, Zhang Qing barely had time to unsheathe his treasured sword. Caught off guard, he swiftly retreated, attempting to deflect some of the force. Yet, he still took a solid punch to the chest.
His body was instantly sent soaring off the confrontation platform.
“Bang! Bang! Bang…”
Almost simultaneously, Qing Chao, Liu Ji, and Wang Fan were each attacked by their opponents and forcefully thrown off the confrontation platform.
Several figures crashed onto the field, coughing up fresh blood, proving their inability to match their adversaries.
The disciples who could obtain the quota were at least at the Third Grade or above in the Yuan Spirit Realm.
Although Qing Chao, Zhang Qing, and the others had made astonishing breakthroughs in the past month, their strength had been tempered and transformed.
However, such a short period was still not enough for them to rival these powerful direct disciples.
Zhang Qing, Qing Chao, Wang Fan, and the others were too weak. The direct disciples had no interest in teaming up with them, nor did they see the need to cooperate against stronger opponents.
To them, these weaker disciples were unworthy of sharing the same stage. With a single strike, they easily swept Zhang Qing and the others off the platform.
Dharma Protector Hou Changming observed Zhang Qing being knocked down but was not surprised. As long as there were no serious injuries, he understood that Zhang Qing’s cultivation level was still far from competing with the top disciples.
“Swoosh…”
Not far away, on another confrontation platform, Xu Jiahui also found herself under attack.
A female opponent moved against her, her long, lustrous black hair flowing behind her as she executed unpredictable footwork.
She wielded a sword, yet disdained using it against Xu Jiahui, choosing instead to attack with her delicate palm.
Xu Jiahui’s expression turned pale. She knew she was no match for her opponent. Without hesitation, she retreated at full speed.
“Just an outer disciple. You are unworthy to confront us!”
The woman spoke coldly. Her movement was imperceptibly swift.
With a flick of her slender wrist, her five fingers clenched into a fist, blazing with fire elemental energy. The intense heat radiated fiercely, turning her fist a crimson red.
With overwhelming force, she closed in once again.
Xu Jiahui barely evaded the strike aimed at her chest, but another fist swiftly landed on her shoulder.
“Pfft…”
Under the crushing force of scorching energy, Xu Jiahui spat out a mouthful of blood. Her slender figure was instantly flung off the platform.
“Hiss…”
Just as Xu Jiahui was about to crash onto the ground, a figure appeared out of nowhere.
A gentle force, like a vortex, lifted Xu Jiahui’s body and gently lowered her to the ground.
“Brother Su Yi.”
Xu Jiahui, still shaken, looked up at the familiar figure before her.
Who else could it be but Su Yi?
“Heal yourself.”
With a faint smile, Su Yi released his hold on Xu Jiahui and set her aside.
He was not surprised that she had been knocked down.
Her cultivation had grown immensely within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords over the past month. However, the gap between her and these direct disciples was still vast.
Xu Jiahui nodded. Although she felt disheartened by her swift defeat, she had already braced herself for this outcome.
Su Yi took a step forward, his qi surging beneath his feet.
With a single movement, he leaped onto the confrontation platform where Xu Jiahui had just fallen.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Four people were already engaged in battle on the platform.
Aside from the woman who had defeated Xu Jiahui, three other young fighters were locked in fierce combat.
Su Yi’s gaze swept over them before settling on the woman. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes.
The woman appeared to be in her early twenties. She was not an exceptional beauty, yet her features held a cold, unique charm.
Sensing Su Yi’s piercing gaze, she felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart.
She knew of the growing bond between Su Yi and Xu Jiahui and was well aware of Su Yi’s recent rise to fame within the Divine Sword School.
“Hmph!”
Soon after, the woman let out a cold snort.
Her ranking in the Sword Tower was within the top thirty, and she had achieved a breakthrough in the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords.
Now at the Fifth Grade of the Yuan Spirit Realm, she saw no reason to fear this young man.
“Whoosh!”
The woman took the initiative.
Her black hair danced in the wind as she attacked with full force, wielding her treasured sword with profound techniques.
The sword radiated a chilling glow, unleashing a sweeping aura. The sound of slicing wind filled the air as she struck toward Su Yi.
Su Yi’s figure moved swiftly.
He effortlessly evaded the attack, the sword aura brushing past him, releasing a fierce gust that sent shivers down one’s spine.
This strike seemed simple, yet it was the woman’s all-out effort.
A look of astonishment flashed in her eyes as she sensed something unusual.
Her intuition proved correct.
In an instant, Su Yi stood before her.
Within his profound eyes, a crimson glimmer flickered, sending an eerie chill down her spine.
“You shall also descend!”
Su Yi’s blue robe fluttered in the wind.
Vital energy surged within him, his black hair flickering with a crimson glow.
His eyes gleamed with intensity, and with a single, powerful punch, he launched his attack.
