Ling Tian Sword God

"Heaven and Earth Formless!"

Nie Wu Xiang pushed his Formless Technique to its limit. As his body flickered, nine illusory figures appeared. However, unlike Young Master of Myriad Dao's cloning technique, these illusions were merely phantoms, possessing no offensive power whatsoever, serving only to confuse his opponent.

For a moment, half of the martial arts competition stage was filled with Nie Wu Xiang's shadows. Nie Wu Xiang's true body was mixed among these illusions; they moved in unison with him as he strategically advanced towards Huo Yu.

"As expected of a Genius Disciple from the Divine Intent Sect, you do have some tricks. Unfortunately, your methods are useless against me!"

Huo Yu formed hand seals, and it was as if two clusters of fire ignited in his pupils, burning fiercely.

SWISH!

The moment Nie Wu Xiang's dense wave of illusions surged towards him, Huo Yu's scorching True Qi finally erupted. Suddenly, a pair of wings formed from crimson True Qi materialized on his back.

WHOOSH!

With a flap of his fiery wings, Huo Yu soared upwards, flying into mid-air under the astonished gazes of the crowd, evading the assault of the numerous illusions.

"What a peculiar martial art! It actually grants the ability to fly, completely avoiding Senior Brother Nie's ultimate move!"

Shangguan Qiushui was greatly surprised.

"Indeed, it's unexpected. However, this martial art likely has a time limit, and its flight altitude and speed are undoubtedly strictly restricted."

Ling Chen, however, was not overly surprised. The technique Huo Yu was displaying resembled the Demon Elder's 'Wings of the Demon'. Of course, it couldn't compare to the Wings of the Demon in terms of flight speed or altitude.

Nevertheless, among the younger generation, this martial art was undoubtedly stunning to many of the young talents.

"Flame Wing Soar!"

Hovering in mid-air, Huo Yu suddenly roared. His flame True Qi wings flapped violently, and countless fiery feathers detached from those flame wings, transforming into a rain of fire that descended upon the entire martial arts competition stage.

POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP! POP!

Whenever the fiery feathers touched anything solid, they exploded instantly, clearly extremely unstable. Under this barrage of fiery feathers, Nie Wu Xiang's illusions were destroyed one by one, until only his true body remained, dodging rapidly on the Dueling platform.

"Let's see where you can hide now!"

Huo Yu flapped his fiery wings and shot straight towards Nie Wu Xiang. He descended from above, leaving Nie Wu Xiang with no place to hide.

Forced into a desperate situation, Nie Wu Xiang actually calmed down. With Huo Yu descending from the sky and targeting him, further evasion was useless and would only backfire, guaranteeing his defeat.

He merged three punches into one, forming a transparent giant fist, eighty feet tall, which then shot out explosively, rampaging forward.

"Flame Wind Blade!"

Seeing the transparent giant fist hurtling towards him, Huo Yu's eyes suddenly narrowed. His wings then curled, and his entire body began to rotate at high speed, transforming into a fiery storm. From within the fiery storm, scorching Qi Blades shot out, leaving charred gashes on the Dueling platform wherever they landed.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

In a short period, the transparent giant fist was struck countless times. It finally developed a crack and then was annihilated amidst the scorching Qi Blades.

Nie Wu Xiang's surrounding illusions collapsed one after another. Subsequently, he was swept away by the fiery storm and blasted off the Dueling platform.

"Huo Yu wins!"

The referee immediately announced the result.

"Hand it over!"

The flames around Huo Yu dissipated as he landed on the edge of the martial arts competition stage. He then thrust his hand out towards Nie Wu Xiang's position, and a dragon shadow was forcibly extracted. In the next instant, it was devoured in one gulp by another dragon shadow that emerged from Huo Yu's own body.

"Too strong! In the face of Huo Yu, even Nie Wu Xiang had no power to retaliate; he could only passively take a beating."

"Sigh, with Nie Wu Xiang's defeat, if we don't count Young Master Ye, the younger generation is basically wiped out."

"Those few Young Masters are too strong. Having them participate in the Martial Arts Conference, while providing great tempering for the younger generation, also leads to such lopsided results."

"Don't rush to conclusions! Who said they're all wiped out? The younger generation still has Ling Chen and Xu Ruoyan. They might not necessarily be unable to break the current situation and charge into the top three."

"It's too difficult. If they only possess the strength we've seen so far, then neither Ling Chen nor Xu Ruoyan has much of a chance."

The many spectating warriors whispered amongst themselves, each holding differing opinions and engaging in endless debate. Judging from the current battle situation, Young Master Ye and the four Young Masters had undoubtedly monopolized the spotlight of this Martial Arts Conference. Trying to break this dominance would be incredibly difficult.

A challenge is what makes things interesting. If the outcome is predetermined from the start, wouldn't that be too boring?

Ling Chen heard the many discussions. Indeed, whether it was Huo Yu, Fu Tian Jue, or Xue Wu Ya, these individuals' strengths far surpassed the younger generation. However, up to this point, he hadn't used his full strength because no opponent worthy of him doing so had appeared yet.

It's only the third round. For Ling Chen, the true battles might only be starting now.

"Ling Chen, with Wu Xiang's defeat, our Divine Intent Sect's hopes of breaking into the top three now rest entirely on you."

Although Shangguan Hong wasn't overly surprised by Nie Wu Xiang's defeat, it would be a lie to say he wasn't dejected. With Nie Wu Xiang gone, Ling Chen was the only contestant from the Divine Intent Sect left to compete in the fourth round.

If he could enter the top three and leave his name on the Martial Arts Monument, it would not only be a huge boost for Ling Chen himself but also bring great benefits to the Divine Intent Sect.

However, Ling Chen's goal for participating in this Martial Arts Conference wasn't just the top three—it was first place! The point of his sword was aimed at the first place of the conference, the royal throne of the younger generation of the Five Kingdoms!

"Disciple will naturally do his best."

Ling Chen cupped his fists in salute to Shangguan Hong and the other Elders of the Divine Intent Sect but didn't elaborate. Even if I were to state now that my goal is first place, these Elders would most likely advise me to be pragmatic and not too ambitious. So, saying more is useless; actions speak louder than words. I will use results to prove everything.

With the match between Huo Yu and Nie Wu Xiang concluded, only one battle remained in the third round: Baili Xuance versus the blood-eyed woman in black.

This blood-eyed woman in black was the one who had previously defeated an opponent using a Pupil Technique; her strength was unfathomable.

And in the eyes of many, Baili Xuance was also a mysterious freak. He had effortlessly advanced to the third round and possessed an incredibly freakish physique, so many people were optimistic about him.

Like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the spectator stands once again erupted into a commotion.

On the Dueling Platform.

The blood-eyed woman stared coldly at Baili Xuance. So far, he hasn't lost once, and all his victories have been easy. Unfortunately for him, he's run into me here. I will see his weaknesses clearly, directly ignore his defenses, and instantly kill Baili Xuance.