King of Assassins

If the Spiritual Power is insufficient, it will be impossible to harness the mighty Source Power.

Such a majestic Source Power reaction had clearly exceeded Liu Po's limit.

Song Fei's cultivation barely reached Level 11, but she had seen a lot, her vision keen. Seeing Liu Po's state, she felt something was wrong.

Qin Rong was also surprised: "Over a million degrees, has Liu Po become this formidable?"

Qin Rong couldn't help but look at Qin Jian. If Liu Po was this powerful, Qin Jian was definitely not Liu Po's match.

"It's all borrowed power."

Qin Jian had exchanged blows with Liu Po and knew Liu Po's abilities. Seeing Liu Po's state, he knew something was off but couldn't figure out from where Liu Po obtained this power.

If this power could be used repeatedly, then Liu Po would have a chance to take the championship.

Zhou He, on the side, lightly tapped his palm with the folding fan while shaking his head: "If I'm not mistaken, it's Liu Zhong's Marriage Robe Divine Skill."

The Marriage Robe Divine Skill is very unconventional, and not many people know about it. Zhou He was well-versed and remembered, knowledgeable about the secret techniques of various families and sects. He even knew a little about Liu Zhong, a powerhouse.

The key point was that Zhou He's elders from the Zhou family had long warned him that Liu Zhong's Marriage Robe Divine Skill could lend power to others. He should be cautious when encountering Liu Po.

Qin Jian, Qin Rong, and Song Fei all looked at Zhou He. Marriage Robe Divine Skill? What was that?

"The Marriage Robe Divine Skill is very peculiar; it can temporarily lend power to others."

Even though Song Fei and Qin Rong were mature women, they were pretty, and Zhou He felt a bit smug being watched by two beauties and told them everything he knew.

After Zhou He explained, Song Fei, Qin Rong, and Qin Jian suddenly realized.

Qin Rong curiously asked: "This secret technique should have limitations, right?"

Zhou He nodded: "Of course, from what I see of Liu Po's state, he could only use this power once."

This wasn't actually his own observation; it was also told to him by the elders of the Zhou family.

"Young Master Zhou, you are truly knowledgeable."

"Impressive, very impressive..."

The two beauties, getting information for free, gave Zhou He high praise.

Qin Jian also breathed a sigh of relief as he would certainly face the winner between Liu Po and Gao Xuan.

Liu Po could only use the Marriage Robe Divine Skill once, so it wasn't a big deal. It would be best if Liu Po could defeat Gao Xuan, then he could deal with Liu Po and still have a chance to compete with Song Yunxi.

But thinking of how Gao Xuan defeated Yuan Wuxian's Quick Sword, Qin Jian felt a bit uncertain.

Could the Marriage Robe Divine Skill really defeat that incomparably swift Quick Sword?

Not only did Qin Jian have this doubt, but Yuan Wuxian, who was watching the battle, also harbored this suspicion. Liu Po had been posturing for so long, which was indeed to show off, but the bigger issue was that he struggled to control such a powerful Source Power, necessitating slow adjustments.

Gao Xuan wasn't foolish, so why hadn't he moved to seize the offensive?

Sitting in the best viewing position, the committee chairman Qin Ken was also paying attention to Gao Xuan.

He had made a deal with Gao Xuan but only said that he wouldn't make trouble for Gao Xuan. Whether Gao Xuan could win the championship depended on Gao Xuan's own ability.

The Twelve Golden Bloodline Families, each with deep foundations, always had various means to cheat.

Gao Xuan, hailing from the lower class, unaware of the heavens' greatness, relied on his swordsmanship talent to contend with these noble youths, which seemed a bit overconfident.

But seeing Gao Xuan's calm demeanor, it almost seemed like he could win?

As a Golden Powerhouse, Qin Ken could see more layers.

Facing the pressure of Liu Po's Great Wind Sword, Gao Xuan's Source Power was like a flowing water, steady and unending, subtle yet not weak, fine but not breaking.

Compared to Liu Po's mighty sword momentum, Gao Xuan's sword momentum appeared more naturally agile.

Speaking of sword momentum transformation, Gao Xuan was far superior to Liu Po.

Yet with several times the difference in Source Power, could Gao Xuan still win?

On the VIP seats, Liu Zhong shared the same thought. Gao Xuan was too composed. While Liu Po's momentum was strong, it was too unchecked, even seemingly superficial.

Qin Xuan, Tifeng, and other Golden Powerhouses also had their gazes on Gao Xuan.

Liu Po was merely using borrowed power, nothing worth mentioning. They were a bit curious about how Gao Xuan would respond.

Remember, Gao Xuan's sword was a standard competition sword. If he could still wield the kind of Quick Sword from yesterday, that would be truly fearsome.

At this moment, from live audiences to online viewers, at least tens of billions of people were focused on Gao Xuan.

Each person's Spiritual Power level was different, providing different Spiritual Spirits. Inside Gao Xuan's sea of consciousness, the Celestial Demon Relic was once again welcoming a downpour of Spiritual Spirits.

Gao Xuan observed the Celestial Demon Relic's changes. As of today, the Spiritual Spirit within the Celestial Demon Relic had already accumulated 20%. At this rate, it wouldn't take long for the Celestial Demon Relic to be filled.

He had a premonition that at that time, the Celestial Demon Relic would undergo an upgrade.

The Celestial Demon Relic was of little use to him now. Its main function was to accumulate Spiritual Spirits and lock onto Wei Yue, the Celestial Demon's Follower.

Nevertheless, the Celestial Demon Relic was crucial for his Virtual Godhood. He must become more famous and create more emotional fluctuations so as to absorb Spiritual Spirits.

Precisely because of this reason, Gao Xuan allowed Liu Po to adjust at leisure.

The confrontation between the two had lasted nearly a minute, and Liu Po finally managed to barely digest the power of the Marriage Robe Divine Skill.

By this time, some of the surrounding audience could no longer contain themselves and began to clamor. Quite a few female spectators were cheering and shouting for Gao Xuan. The scene was becoming quite chaotic.

Liu Po adjusted his breath, raised his longsword, and slowly slashed down towards Gao Xuan.

The majestic Source Power gathered on the longsword transformed into a vast, mighty Sword Qi, swooping towards Gao Xuan.

The Sword Qi was so grand at this extent that the Great Wind Sword became as heavy as a mountain. As the sword fell, it tacitly held the tremendous power of a landslide and earthquake.

Amidst the clamoring and shouting audience, they were overwhelmed by the sword intent of the Great Wind Sword, feeling a bit lightheaded and tense in their hearts.

Everyone was overawed by the powerful sword intent, instinctively closing their mouths.

The chaotic venue promptly became silent.

Liu Po's Great Wind Sword slashed down, but its sword intent alone oppressed millions of spectators.

Even though people like Qin Jian knew Liu Po was using borrowed power, they couldn't help but admire his strong sword intent at this moment.

Even Liu Zhong, the Golden powerhouse, thought this sword was not bad. At least it displayed power and momentum.

The mighty Great Wind Sword cut directly towards Gao Xuan.

The Great Wind Sword's momentum covered all directions, leaving Gao Xuan nowhere to hide.

Gao Xuan didn't evade; he met the incoming Great Wind Sword head-on and drew his sword in a straight stab.

The cold and sharp sword light gleamed faintly, like a meteor cutting through the night sky.

In a flash, the sword light etched deeply into everyone's eyes.

Liu Po sensed things going wrong but it was already too late. Gao Xuan's longsword had already surged upward, slicing through the all-encompassing Great Wind, and directly pierced through his face armor into his forehead.

The sharp and cold sword edge seemed to have pierced through his brow.

Liu Po's consciousness instantly went blank, and the gathered powerful sword intent was shattered by the flowing and dexterous sword light.

In a daze, Liu Po saw Gao Xuan float back and sheath his sword.

Gao Xuan bowed to Liu Po: "I concede."

These two words came unexpectedly from afar, startling Liu Po as all his consciousness gradually returned.

Then, Liu Po heard thunderous cheers and applause from the entire audience.

Liu Po felt extremely ashamed, feeling like all the applause was mocking him. For a moment, he even wanted to end it all with his sword.

Ultimately, Liu Po was not that impulsive. He nodded bitterly to Gao Xuan and turned to leave the stage.

The hunched figure of Liu Po, from behind, looked like an old man, dejected and lifeless.

At this moment, no one was paying attention to the loser.

Everyone's eyes were on Gao Xuan, whose white clothes stood out brilliantly like snow, and his sword shone like a swift ray of light. This extraordinary and graceful young man was indeed like a Sword Immortal...

(Wishing everyone a happy National Day and a happy Mid-Autumn Festival ~ with more updates to come)