Martial Arts Overlord

Unable to understand how this had anything to do with He Qin, Luo Feng shook his head, choosing not to ponder it further.

"Alright, I agree."

Seeing Luo Feng agree, Xiao Yu was overjoyed. "A deal it is!"

Since Sister He Qin sees something special in this brat, I'll personally defeat him! Xiao Yu glanced in He Qin's direction, sneered inwardly, and then turned to leave.

"Group Three, Competitor Number Five versus Competitor Number Seven."

Finally, it was Luo Feng's turn for the third match.

Luo Feng agilely leaped onto the high stage assigned to Group Three.

"A student from Purple Sun School? You are doomed!"

Luo Feng's opponent was a tall youth from Wanluo School. His bare arms were as thick as his calves, and his knotted muscles, like slabs of steel, radiated a formidable aura.

Luo Feng was speechless. His opponent was just a mid-stage, seventh-tier Essence storage Realm martial artist, ranking near the bottom among all contestants. He had no idea where this challenger found such courage.

"Yan Gang Fist!"

The tall youth roared and stomped his foot on the ground, causing the solid stone to crack. His right fist ripped through the air with a sonic boom, heading straight for Luo Feng.

Luo Feng shook his head and stood motionless. A layer of transparent Gang Qi began to shine on his body.

BOOM!

The tall youth's fist landed squarely on Luo Feng.

The Gang Qi on Luo Feng's body flickered for a moment, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, immovable as a mountain.

"Hmm?" The tall youth frowned and gritted his teeth. His muscles bulged further as he threw another punch.

BOOM!

A transparent shockwave spread outwards, causing the entire high stage to resonate with vibrations.

The tall youth, his expression unsightly, gritted his teeth and asked, "What kind of Horizontal Practice Martial Arts have you cultivated?"

Luo Feng shrugged. "You talk too much. Now it's my turn."

BANG!

Luo Feng threw a punch, sending the tall youth flying through the air. He crashed heavily on the ground outside the high stage, looking utterly defeated.

Without a doubt, Luo Feng claimed victory in the first match.

"Not bad."

Below the high stage, Xiao Yu glanced at Luo Feng from a distance, not particularly concerned.

Next came the second and third rounds of duels. Up until the fifth round, Luo Feng comfortably defeated his opponents, achieving five successive victories.

However, he had yet to face Xiao Yu.

Bing Ruolan, in Group Two, also achieved five straight victories.

Over there, Xiao Yu also remained undefeated.

After five rounds of matches concluded, Zhou Zhiyun announced a break of an hour, allowing everyone to recover their depleted Yuan Qi and stamina.

In a corner of the VIP seats in the spectator stands, Luotian withdrew his gaze from the plaza and said to Yang Qing, "It seems Feng Er has truly advanced to the peak of the seventh-tier Essence storage Realm. He's won five successive matches, and it even looks like he still has strength to spare."

Yang Qing nodded, her gaze filled with pride and excitement. She chuckled, "At this rate, he might be able to enter the ranking matches!"

Luotian said, "Yes, if he wins one or two more matches, he should be able to enter the ranking matches."

Yang Qing blinked. "Could Feng Er's real target be to become the Top New Talent?"

Luotian laughed. "The Top New Talent? It's better not to hope too much. The Four Great New Talents of the previous session were no ordinary people."

Yang Qing looked at Luo Feng's tall, straight figure in the plaza and said, "I think Feng Er is no worse than they are."

Luotian chuckled in response to her words, shaking his head and not commenting further.

「After an hour's break, the qualification trials resumed.」

This time, Bing Ruolan's luck was truly bad. In the first match of the sixth round, she encountered Ji Wufa from Group Two, an elite student.

I didn't expect to run into him... Bing Ruolan watched the sword-like figure on the high stage, her Daimei creasing slightly. She turned and asked Luo Feng, "Luo Feng, if I fight him, what are my chances of winning?"

Luo Feng pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "Absolutely none. You are certain to lose."

If Ji Wufa hadn't comprehended Sword Intent, Bing Ruolan might still have a chance to win. However, a swordsman who has comprehended Sword Intent is like a sharpened treasured sword—their strength improves by several levels! When one's cultivation level is lower than the opponent's, there is absolutely no chance of winning.

Bing Ruolan nodded and said, "I concede."

Bing Ruolan's decision did not cause a stir.

So far, every contestant who encountered the Four Great New Talents had chosen to concede.

The qualification matches were ranked according to the number of victories; losing one match wouldn't have much impact.

If one were to take risks and challenge these top talents only to get injured, the loss would outweigh the gain.

After another round of matches, Luo Feng's winning streak had accumulated to six.

Hu Yitian drew Wan Feng, 'Thunderbolt Spear', in the sixth round and also chose to concede.

Xiao Yu was lucky. His opponent in the sixth round was a mid-stage, seventh-tier Essence storage Realm martial artist. He defeated his opponent in a few moves, also maintaining a six-match winning streak.

In the third match of the seventh round, it was Luo Feng's turn again.

Opposite Luo Feng stood a young martial artist from Tianlan School with a cold gaze. The youth held a treasured sword, his aura solid and firm. His cultivation had reached the late-stage of the seventh-tier Essence storage Realm!

"Kid, your winning streak ends here! Are you going to step down on your own, or do you want me to help you?" The youth held his treasured sword, his confident eyes fixed on Luo Feng.

WHOOSH!

Luo Feng couldn't be bothered to waste words. He activated Teng Dragon's Step, his body turning into a gentle breeze and disappearing from the high stage. When he reappeared, he was already standing behind the sword-bearing youth.

"You..."

The sword-bearing youth was greatly alarmed. He had barely uttered a word when he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. The tremendous force sent him flying off the platform like a leaf.

He landed heavily on the ground. Crawling back up, his face was filled with unwillingness.

If I had lost in a direct confrontation, so be it. But to be sent flying before I even had a chance to make a move... this is utterly humiliating!

In the VIP seats, Zhou Zhiyun looked at Luo Feng and smiled. "Zi Hongyuan, this student is quite remarkable, wouldn't you say? What kind of Light Martial Art did he just use? His speed was incredible."

Zi Hongyuan smiled. "His name is Luo Feng. In this challenge tournament, he fought Zi Yuan to a draw. As for the Light Martial Art, it was Teng Dragon's Step, which I found in the Red Dragon Mountain Range."

"Teng Dragon's Step!"

Upon hearing this, the heads of the other three schools were all taken aback.

Huo Tianqing, Head of Floating Snow School, gasped. "Back then, your Purple Sun School's super genius, Lu Xiao Yun, failed to successfully cultivate Teng Dragon's Step. Does this mean Luo Feng is even stronger than Lu Xiao Yun?"

Beside them, Zhao Hanshan, Head of Wanluo School, snorted coldly. "Impossible! A genius like Lu Xiao Yun comes along once in a century. When Lu Xiao Yun participated in the New Talent Assembly, he was already at the mid-stage Hell Realm. How can this Luo Feng be compared to him?"

Zi Hongyuan retorted sarcastically, "Zhao Hanshan, that's not how you evaluated Lu Xiao Yun back then."

Zhou Zhiyun, aware of the friction between the two, changed the topic. "It looks like someone is about to challenge Ji Wufa."

Hearing this, everyone's attention immediately turned to the high stage of Group Two.

"Group Two, Number One versus Number Five!"

The elder of Group Two announced.

SWISH!

As the voice fell, a figure landed silently on the Group Two high stage. His sword was still in its sheath, but his aura was already unstoppable. The gaze peeking from between his eyelids seemed to pierce people's hearts like a sharp sword. It was Ji Wufa, the 'Traceless Young Master'!

"What a terrifying gaze, as if it's going to pierce right through you!"

"Truly worthy of someone who has comprehended Sword Intent. His entire being is like a drawn treasured sword! Those with weak wills would probably lose the courage to even draw their swords in his presence."

Looking at the straight figure on the high stage, a wave of discussion rose from the stands.

Luo Feng nodded slightly, his gaze on Ji Wufa growing a little more serious. The opponent's aura is like a sword. This kind of intent realm is extremely terrifying; fused into swordsmanship, it can make people lose the courage to even fight.

At this moment, another figure landed opposite Ji Wufa.

It was a square-faced youth, who also used a sword.

"Huh, this person actually didn't concede? Does he intend to fight Ji Wufa?"

"I know him. That's 'Cloud-Piercing Sword' Xu Jiang. He's a young expert from Tianlan School, with some fame in the rtiad. His swordsmanship is as fast as lightning; before the enemy even registers the sword's trajectory, their head is already severed from their neck."

The entire martial arts plaza instantly grew louder, all eyes drawn to the Group Two high stage.

This was the first time someone hadn't conceded when facing one of the Four Great New Talents from the previous year. Everyone was extremely curious about this duel.

Ji Wufa looked at Xu Jiang calmly. "You're not my opponent," he stated, his voice laced with sharpness.

Xu Jiang was not fazed by his tone. He flicked his sword and laughed. "You want me, 'Cloud-Piercing Sword' Xu Jiang, to concede? Show me what you've got! Others might fear your Sword Intent, but I don't!"

Ji Wufa shook his head. "Then bring it on."

Hearing this, the square-faced youth's expression turned serious. He drew his treasured sword from its sheath and channeled all his Yuan Qi. When his aura reached its peak, he suddenly thrust towards Ji Wufa.

"Cloud-Piercing Sun!"

SHREEE!

The treasured sword tore through the air, transforming into a massive beam of sword light that seemed to pierce through the void. The air currents on the entire platform swirled violently, and even the hard stone ground was rent with countless cracks by the sword's force!

Ji Wufa's gaze remained calm. He brought the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and pointed them casually towards the attack.

He's not even drawing his sword! Seeing Ji Wufa meet his sword with just his fingers, a trace of anger flashed in the square-faced youth's eyes. The Yuan Qi in his body surged, and the power of his sword strike intensified. Even those in the spectator stands, a hundred meters away, could feel the terrifying might of this blow.

CLANG!

Ji Wufa's fingers accurately blocked the sword tip. The square-faced youth's face turned red with exertion, but the sword tip, an inch from Ji Wufa's fingers, could not advance in the slightest. His expression changed drastically.

"Defeat!" Ji Wufa uttered. His aura abruptly changed, his gaze seeming to pierce through space.

The square-faced youth felt a huge force transmit from the sword. The condensing sword light shattered in an instant. The treasured sword flew from his hand, and he was sent flying, incredulously spouting a mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air.

A collective gasp went through the entire martial arts plaza.

"Too powerful! Ji Wufa defeated Xu Jiang with just his fingers! Just how strong is Sword Intent?!"

"Very strong! Xu Jiang's strength is too weak; Ji Wufa didn't even fully unleash his Sword Intent."

"It seems Ji Wufa might actually be qualified to challenge He Qin. The outcome of this New Talent Assembly is truly hard to predict..."

Below the stage, Bing Ruolan blinked, turning to Luo Feng. "You were right. I wouldn't have stood a chance against him."

Luo Feng smiled. He had seen Cang Nanyue wield Sword Intent, and its power was far greater than this.

After the seventh round of competition ended, the eighth round began swiftly.

「Soon after...」

"Group Three, Number Six versus Number Seven."

"It's your turn," Bing Ruolan said, looking at Luo Feng.

"Mm."

Luo Feng nodded, his gaze shifting to the side.

Simultaneously, Xiao Yu's gaze also turned in this direction, a cold sneer playing on the corner of his lips.

Xiao Yu had drawn number six!