I Have A Cultivation World

Chapter 512: Chapter 352: If I Use the Sword, Consider Me Defeated_2

Sharp gazes, akin to swords, were directed at the platform where the Dance Tool Dao Academy was established, and what made Chen Mobai feel most perturbed was a valiant woman from the Mountain and Sea School wearing a dark green fitted dress, a sword at her waist, and having well-rounded, lengthy legs.

This must be Pei Qingshuang.

[Not bad, she’s worthy of being next in line to me on the list.]

Feeling the tangible sword intent within Pei Qingshuang’s gaze, Chen Mobai suddenly had an urge to spar and learn from her.

The exchange of glances between the two naturally attracted everyone’s attention.

“Ahem, ahem!”

Seeing the discussions arise, Zong Zi, acting as the host under the prompting glances from Wenren Xuewei, had to clear his throat, draw everyone’s gaze to himself and recall the past, envisioning the present.

“The offline discussions of the Daoist Academy originated 5,000 years ago. Initially, only the four of us from the Daoist Academy participated, with the aim of facilitating exchanges and promoting competition among talented individuals to bring out the best in themselves.”

“Subsequently, Taiyuan, Mountain and Sea, Guan Xing, Natural, Tian Shu, and Five Lei, the six major schools, joined.”

“Today, it has become the biggest event encompassing all the young generations within the Daoist Academy. Moreover, for this edition, to allow us to witness the most outstanding cultivators within the same realm, many graduated senior students have been specially invited to participate. As the hosts, we feel immensely honoured…”

After a lengthy speech from Zong Zi who then reiterated the rules of the competition, he finally declared the start.

“The contest’s stage is this Azure Waves Lake. We’ve designated ten areas, all differently shaped. Everyone can choose one as their stage and choose the opponents they want to contest. Of course, your opponents also have the right to refuse.”

“All representative students of the Daoist Academy are required to at least participate in one match every day.”

“This will last for a total of ten days. In the end, individual points accumulated will form the team points, determining the rankings of the Daoist Academies for the upcoming years.”

After finishing his speech, Zong Zi bowed slightly towards the remaining thirteen branch platforms and then scattered a symbol into the Azure Waves Lake below the platform.

The initially clear lake water began to glow with golden light, forming around the Big Tree, dividing half of the lake into ten varying shaped stages. There were quadrilaterals, triangles and hexagons, among others.

“Since I have the honour of being the host, let me start…”

No sooner had Zong Zi finished speaking than a fiery sword light from the Pure Yang Academy descended first onto the lake’s surface just as Zong Zi was halfway off the Jumang Daoist Academy’s branch platform.

“I, Sima Xingyu from the Pure Yang Academy, wish to learn from the dance weapon academy chief’s expertise.”

Sima Xingyu landed on a rhombus-shaped lakeside platform, holding a broad-bladed longsword in both hands and raising his head to bellow at the site of the Dance Tool Dao Academy.

Once he stood forward, many True Cultivators from the Daoist Academy, who initially intended to challenge Chen Mobai, halted their steps.

[What a pity. The chance to make a name has been preempted.]

This was the thought in most people’s minds at that moment.

“I refuse.”

However, Chen Mobai’s terse response made these people’s eyes light up, followed by contemptuous glances.

Although they knew that the chief of the Dance Tool Dao Academy’s cultivation level was merely at the third layer of Foundation Establishment and he had brought three graduates as bodyguards to ensure the academy’s ranking, it was still disillusioning to see Chen Mobai, who had swept across the competition in Little Red Sky, being so evasive. It felt like a myth being shattered.

They could understand, though, considering Sima Xingyu was at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment and was also a Sword Cultivator who had practiced sword light.

“What, are you scared?”

Sima Xingyu tilted his head, mocking.

“No, it’s just that I promised Ling Dao Shi to leave you to him.”

Chen Mobai stated his reason, for he was always a man of his word and would fulfill any promise he made.

“In that case, why don’t you leave today’s battle to me, Senior Brother Chen? I have been displeased with the outcome of our confrontation in Little Red sky.”

Hearing Chen Mobai’s refusal, Nangong Xiu from the Kunpeng Daoist Institute, who had long targeted Chen Mobai as his prime opponent, spoke up.

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect you to be so popular. I wasn’t satisfied with our battle in Little Red Sky either. If you don’t want to fight them, you can come to me.”

These words came from Lu Qiulong of the True Spiritual Academy. He sat on the platform with his Rank-2 Peak Spirit Beast, the Extremely Wicked Tiger, by him, so formidable that the companion beasts of the other nine Foundation Establishment cultivators from the True Spiritual Academy all shrank to the corners of the platform.

“Hmph, if you’re scared, just admit it. Using Repairing Heaven Institute as an excuse. It’s because of cowards like you that Dance Tool Dao Academy has been stuck at the fourth rank for so long. The great banner of Crimson City should be held up by us of the Pure Yang Academy.”

Seeing someone trying to take his opponent, Sima Xingyue became slightly anxious, worried that Chen Mobai might really choose them to avoid his challenge. He immediately started to verbally attack, his words almost like a curse pointing at the Dance Tool Dao Academy.

Those with tempers would not

take such provocations lightly.

“You’re courting death!”

Bian Jingchun’s face turned cold, she took a step forward and was about to give Sima Xingyue an unforgettable defeat.

But Chen Mobai raised his right hand, stopping her.

If this was one year ago, Bian Jingchun certainly wouldn’t have hesitated at all. But after being defeated by Chen Mobai’s Sword Sha ten times, she began to get used to following the commands of this handsome young man.

So, she stopped in her tracks.

“Brother Ling, I’ll defeat him once today, and you can defeat him once tomorrow. That wouldn’t count as me going back on my word, right?”

Chen Mobai looked towards the Repairing Heaven Institute not far away and calmly asked Ling Daoshi.

“Whatever you want.”

Ling Daoshi couldn’t be bothered to get involved in the grudge between Dance Tool Dao Academy and Pure Yang Academy. In fact, if it weren’t for maintaining his decorum, he actually wanted to challenge Chen Mobai directly.

“It seems that your status as the number one on the Foundation List has garnered much hatred towards him. Is this your revenge?”

On the platform of the Astral Observation Academy, Ding Chundzhi listened to the words of the girl beside him, and touched his right eye that was healed but still scarred, with a faint smile.

With a splash sound,

Chen Mobai’s figure descended from the platform, his toe touching the surface of the lake, causing small ripples to spread out.

“Draw your sword. I want to destroy you in your proud territory, giving you a defeat you will never forget!”

Sima Xingyue saw that Chen Mobai was indeed unable to withstand provocation. He laughed loudly, lifting the wide-bladed longsword in front of him, its fiery red sword light flaring up and creating a dense and hot sword light on the broad blade.

As the sword light pulsed, Azure Waves Lake began to spread out ripples with Sima Xingyue as the center. All the Foundation Establishment Cultivators from the Daoist Academies felt a sense of oppression when they saw the Yuan Yang Sword Light.

“Sword?”

Chen Mobai heard Sima Xingyue’s words and showed a puzzled expression. He had no intention of drawing his sword at all.

He held out a finger and lightly shook it at Sima Xingyue.

“To deal with you, if I use a sword, consider it as my loss.”

As soon as these words came out, Sima Xingyue’s face turned pale, and the watching Foundation Establishment True Cultivators, aside from those from Dance Tool Dao Academy, were all shocked. Some people even thought Chen Mobai was planning to throw back the earlier insults before his defeat.

“I’m gonna tear your mouth off.”

Sima Xingyue roared in anger, his giant Yang Sword swung up, a glaring Yuan Yang Sword Light accompanied his hands as they slashed down, like a thunderbolt from the sky, bringing a terrifying power which threatened to cut everything in its way, heavily falling towards the top of Chen Mobai’s head.

Then, in front of everyone’s incredulous eyes,

Two slender fingers reached out and trapped the giant Yang Sword, filled with faint green electricity.

“It seems I’ve been keeping a low profile, a character of your caliber even dared to challenge me.”

As Chen Mobai spoke, his thumb and forefinger twisted lightly, the swirling Yimu electricity accompanying his words exploded in an instant, like a thunderbolt from his fingertip.

The lightning was like a tree, the terrifying power of the thunder directly shattered the giant Yang Sword.

With his two fingers holding the broken blade, Chen Mobai flung it towards the lake on his right, raising massive waves like an electromagnetic cannon.

If this strike hit Sima Xingyue, it could probably pulverize him.

“You don’t even have the qualification to have me point my sword at you.”

After saying this, Chen Mobai kicked Si Ma Xingyue right off the diamond-shaped lake platform.