Ling Tian Sword God

"Before we begin, I will give you three breaths to admit defeat."

On the dueling platform of Group Five, Leng Wu Xue stared icily at Wei Qingyi, his opponent.

"Admit defeat?"

Wei Qingyi chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "I don't think you have what it takes."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Leng Wu Xue's expression change, but even the spectators couldn't help but roll their eyes. They thought Wei Qingyi was being incredibly arrogant. After all, who was Leng Wu Xue? He was thirteenth on the Heavenly List and had already reached the Ninth-Level Martial Master stage. His cultivation techniques and martial skills were among the top of the younger generation, only slightly inferior to the top ten. If it weren't for the numerous experts at this martial arts tournament, he would undoubtedly be a strong contender for the top ten. Even so, no one could guarantee he lacked the strength to compete for a top ten spot; he just wasn't considered as much of a favorite.

Leng Wu Xue laughed heartily. In his opinion, this Wei Qingyi was undoubtedly speaking unrealistically. He had seen countless people like this, and they all fell under his sword in the end.

"Is that so? It seems you have a high estimate of yourself."

"I don't overestimate myself; it is you who overestimates yourself. Merely thirteenth on the Heavenly List, how strong do you think you are?" Wei Qingyi smirked, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Silence! I'll show you exactly how powerful I am right now!"

Leng Wu Xue was utterly enraged. His palm flipped over, revealing a Thin Sword. The blade was extremely fine and sharp. With a flick of his wrist, the Thin Sword exploded into a multitude of sword lights, each filled with killing intent, sealing the space where Wei Qingyi stood, intending to defeat him in one swift stroke.

"There it is! Leng Wu Xue's signature swordsmanship, Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter!"

"The Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter is a Heaven-rank, mid-grade swordsmanship. A single strike unleashes sword light as intense as a sudden thunderstorm, covering a vast area and making it nearly impossible to dodge. If one fails to evade, they face relentless waves of powerful attacks, without end."

Listening to the discussions of the young prodigies nearby, Ling Chen rubbed his chin, a glint of intensity in his eyes. Leng Wu Xue's Sword Momentum was full of killing intent. If my guess is correct, the power of the Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter isn't limited to this; its true power lies in what follows. This seemingly endless slaughtering Sword Momentum is quite terrifying. Of course, this is on the premise that Leng Wu Xue has mastered the highest realm of this sword technique; otherwise, no matter how formidable, it would only possess great power without true mastery.

"Well, do you still have the confidence you had earlier? You can't dodge this!"

Leng Wu Xue had great confidence in the Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter. He believed that this young man before him definitely couldn't dodge this attack. Once he fails to dodge, the nightmare begins. Next, he would show his opponent just how formidable he, Leng Wu Xue, the 'Bloodless Sword,' truly was.

"Why should I evade?"

Wei Qingyi indeed couldn't dodge this sword strike, so he didn't choose to. Instead, he rushed forward into the dense barrage of sword light. A sword also appeared in his hand—a sparkling silver sword, four feet one inch long and three fingers wide. As he swung his arm, clusters of silver-white sword light flickered, weaving through the Void.

PFFT! PFFT! With a series of soft sounds, the sword lights, each brimming with killing intent, were shattered mid-air, dissolving into thousands of brilliant, beautiful sparks.

"What?"

Leng Wu Xue couldn't believe his eyes. Although this was merely the opening move of the Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter, no warrior of the same level had ever broken it so easily using technique. When Wei Qingyi rushed forward, he had been quite pleased. These sword lights looked fragile, but they were actually unstoppable. If an opponent dared to underestimate them, they would certainly die a gruesome death. However, Wei Qingyi had broken his attack with just one sword.

Ling Chen's eyes grew serious. This person's swordsmanship... there's an air of 'great skill appearing effortless' about it.

The preceding exchange had been as swift as a flash of lightning, obscured by a dense barrage of sword lights. But Ling Chen's Mind's Eye was incredibly sharp; just by observing the way the sword lights collapsed, he could discern how Wei Qingyi had dismantled Leng Wu Xue's technique.

"Amazing, Leng Wu Xue's sword technique was broken!"

"Unexpected! How is it that all participants in this martial arts tournament are such freaks, appearing one after another? I've never seen this Wei Qingyi, never even heard of him!"

Most spectators couldn't grasp the profound subtleties of the exchange, but that didn't prevent them from recognizing Wei Qingyi's strength. What they had assumed would be a lopsided match had suddenly become an even contest, with the tables even turning. Their interest piqued, they stared at the platform, not daring to blink.

"HUMPH. You do have some skills, to be able to break my Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter. But that was just the weakest opening move. The truly powerful ones are yet to come."

Having his sword technique broken by Wei Qingyi, Leng Wu Xue was quite displeased. Geniuses often possess immense pride and typically despise mediocrity. To be thwarted by an unknown nobody like this left Leng Wu Xue seething with frustration.

"Sonic Wheel Slash!"

Leng Wu Xue was, after all, one of the top young experts. He quickly adjusted his mindset. His toes tapped the ground lightly, and his body soared high into the air. He slashed his Treasure Sword downwards from above. The blade spun in the Void, transforming into a ring of sword qi that seemed to approach the speed of sound, emitting a piercing whistle as it shot towards Wei Qingyi.

Wei Qingyi's eyes narrowed. Naturally, he could see the power of this sword light. Unlike ordinary sword light, this ring was extremely condensed. It would be very difficult to shatter it with a single sword strike. The slightest misstep could result in being injured by the explosive force of the Sword Light, a loss that would far outweigh any gain. This man is ranked thirteenth on the Heavenly List for a reason; it's clearly not an unearned reputation.

"In that case, let's meet force with force!"

With the Silver Long Sword pointing diagonally towards the ground, green smoke inexplicably appeared around Wei Qingyi's right arm. The green smoke rose gently, ethereal and indistinct, twisting in the air.

"Azure Cloud Sword Technique, Zhan Po!"

Stepping forward with his right foot, Wei Qingyi slashed his sword towards the Sky.

WOOOO... A sound like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves arose. As Wei Qingyi struck, the relentlessly vibrating ring of sword qi was brutally torn asunder. A cyan sword wind blasted straight towards Leng Wu Xue, seemingly aimed at his very soul, unstoppable.

Seeing this, Ling Chen shook his head, a touch of surprise in his eyes. It's over! It appears every member of the Cyan Robe Association is indeed a genius. Leng Wu Xue is indeed very strong, but unfortunately, he hasn't grasped the true essence of the Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter. The Tyrant Sword of Frenzied Slaughter should embody the essences of 'Frenzy,' 'Slaughter,' and 'Tyranny.' Yet, in Leng Wu Xue, I only perceive 'Frenzy' and 'Slaughter.' As for 'Tyranny,' there is no trace of it. Moreover, Leng Wu Xue's realm in swordsmanship is inferior to Wei Qingyi's; they are a whole level apart. Otherwise, Wei Qingyi couldn't have broken his sword techniques so easily.