Chapter 30: Continuous Advancement (Part 2)

  Innumerable eyes all focused on Xuan Tian's body atop the stage.

  Being watched by thousands of eyes, and among them, there are also the gazes of innate experts, the pressure from just their gazes is enormous.

  Even Xuantian felt an overwhelming pressure coming from all directions.

  In the depths of Xuantian's body, a sharp mind like a sword gradually withdrew its cover, and a thread of sharp aura emanated from within, like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, cutting off all the pressure brought by the gazes from all directions, leaving no trace.

  Xuantian's face was as usual, his expression calm and unruffled, unaffected by the gaze of the onlookers from all sides.

  His sword heart was not completely exposed, but like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, although still hidden, it revealed a hint of its edge, and the aura of its sharpness burst out, cutting off all negative influences.

  The outer elder on the 3rd watchtower platform looked at Xuan Tian from afar and nodded slightly, seemingly very satisfied.

  If Xuan Tian's sword heart is like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, revealing its edge, it would be a bit too much. Just like Zhang Long, the whole person is always like a sharp sword out of its scabbard, revealing its edge at all times.

  Like Xuan Tian, he usually hides his sword heart inside his body. Now facing the pressure of public opinion, he only releases a thread, cutting off negative influences. It seems to have a sharp aura surrounding him, but he doesn't reveal his true depth. Others look at him like an abyss or a sea, unable to see how deep Xuan Tian's understanding of swordsmanship is.

  Fan Hong arrived at the foot of Ring No. 1, step by step, and walked towards Ring No. 1. Although he was ranked 29th, among the giants with tenfold cultivation, he was considered a mediocre existence, but for ninefold cultivation disciples, Fan Hong, who had tenfold cultivation, was an absolutely terrifying presence.

  Now, Fan Hong is facing the eightfold refined Xuantiang. Logically speaking, he should be very relaxed and disdainful, but in fact it's not that simple.

  Fan Hong knew that this battle was crucial, Xuan Tian was the only genius in this ranking tournament who could defeat his opponents by skipping levels. Two nine-level cultivator disciples had already been easily defeated by Xuan Tian, and Xuan Tian's strength was absolutely qualified to fight him.

  Bajie versus Tiangong, if Fan Hong loses this battle, not only will he be eliminated and have no chance of entering the top 127, but more importantly, Tiangong's defeat at the hands of Bajie would be a complete loss of face. If any mistakes occur, he won't even be able to hold his head up among the top disciples of Tiangong's cultivation in the future.

  Fan Hong's spirit was lifted, and his entire being exuded an aura that was sharp and revealing. Above his head, a faint sword shadow seemed to emerge, shooting up into the sky and forming a gentle flow of air, demonstrating Fan Hong's great importance attached to Xuan Tian and showcasing the magnitude of his strength.

  Soon, Fan Hong walked onto the stage and stood still ten meters in front of Xuan Tian.

  Xuantian Dao: "Junior Brother Huang Tian, please ask Master Fan Hong for more guidance."

  As they spoke, Xuan Tian took the sword from behind his back into his hand.

  This is Xuan Tian's first sword move in the ranking tournament.

  None of the outer sect disciples found it surprising, but if Xuan Tian were to face a tenth-level cultivation giant and not use his sword, that would be shocking, simply astonishing.

  Fan Hongdao: "Huang Tian, junior brother, please!"

  With a loud clang, Fan Hong drew out his sword.

  The sword is two and a half fingers wide, three feet two inches long. Before even infusing internal energy, the sword body is already emitting a faint glow, shining brightly without compare. This is an excellent sword, a famous sword that surpasses top-grade Huang-stage weapons by one level, like Xuantian's Frost Sword, with special metals infused within its body.

  Fan Hong, with his esteemed status, drew his sword but did not attack. As a top disciple of the tenth realm, facing Xuan Tian who was two realms lower than him, he naturally wouldn't make the first move in front of everyone, giving others something to gossip about.

  Xuantian Dao said: "Fang Hong Shixiong be careful."

  As they spoke, Xuan Tian's body suddenly pounced forward like a hunting leopard, and in an instant, his body changed from stillness to movement. The Frost Snow Sword in his hand had not yet left its scabbard, but together with the hilt, it shot out diagonally from bottom to top.

  "What? Faced with the tenth-order cultivator Fan Hong, Huang Tian didn't even draw his sword?"

  A disciple of the Ninth Layer suddenly let out a shrill cry.

  Beyond the expectations of all his fellow disciples.

  He had originally thought that once he got the sword in his hand, Xuántiān would use it. As a result, Xuántiān did indeed use the sword, but surprisingly, the sword didn't leave its scabbard, and together with the scabbard, it was thrust at Fán Hóng.

  The sword's powerful attacking force is due to its sharpness and keenness. A sword that remains in its scabbard, no matter how high-quality or precious it may be, has no effect at all. The scabbard in one's hand is like a stick, transforming the sharp weapon into a dull one.

  In this way, even if one has ten times the strength, they can't bring out six or seven times the power.

  In other words, Xuan Tian is currently using almost only about half of his strength in this duel with Fan Hong.

  Fan Hong was a top-notch disciple of the tenth rank, while Xuan Tian was only at the eighth rank. How could he not go all out and still manage to shock the hearts of the outer sect disciples?

  "Huang Tian has gone too far, even daring to look down on Fan Shixiong, he will definitely end up with a big loss."

  "Yes, the ten overlords are indeed extremely powerful, and Huang Tian is being too arrogant. No, he's simply ignorant! He will definitely pay the price for his ignorance!"

  "Huang Tianjian didn't even draw his sword, how many times do you think he was defeated by Master Fan Hong?"

  "It will never leave its scabbard, and ten swords will surely be defeated. If it were to leave its scabbard, perhaps it could withstand for a moment, but it would still be hard-pressed to withstand a hundred moves."

  "You overestimate Huang Tian, he is so arrogant and unaware of his own level. If he doesn't draw his sword, he will be defeated by Master Fan Hong in at most five moves. Even if he draws his sword, he can't last more than fifty moves."

  ……

  ……

  The ones who are discussing are basically the elite disciples of Wudao's eighth and ninth levels, while the outer door disciples below the eighth level only have a share of shock, they don't even have the qualification to evaluate.

  In the distance, Bai Zhanghe, Zhang Long, Yang Dingjun and others, all of whom were top-notch disciples with cultivation levels of at least tenth grade, furrowed their brows, although they held a higher opinion of Xuantian than the ninth-grade elite disciples.

  However, in their hearts, Xuantian is a figure who cannot be compared to them no matter what. At this moment, facing Fan Hong, Xuantian unexpectedly did not draw his sword and only used about half of his strength. With such strength, he can almost compete for the top ten and has the qualifications to contend with any giant disciple.

  This made many of the top-level disciples unacceptable in their hearts.

  "Fan Hong, you'd better make an effort to save face. Three moves, no more than three moves, and defeat Huang Tian, otherwise our tenfold cultivator disciples will all lose face because of you."

  Many disciples of giant level silently recited in their hearts.

  ……

  Fan Hong was furious, thinking to himself: I regarded you as an opponent and went all out, but you actually dared to look down on me? You didn't even draw your sword and wanted to compete with me, how arrogant! If I don't teach you a lesson, it will be hard to calm this down.

  However, Fan Hong's anger suddenly disappeared, and what surged up in his heart was a wave of shock.

  Xuantian's sword thrusts out, looking somewhat like the starting move of the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, with the sword moving as swiftly as the wind.

  However, this move is much more brilliant than the Sword Like Wind, only to see this sword coming, the air splits into two sides, producing two air flows. The sword has not yet come out of its scabbard, but the scabbard itself is like a sword, back and forth in the two air flows. Fan Hong's eyes widened, unable to distinguish which direction Xuan Tian's sword would strike from.

  Where did it come from and how can we stop it?

  If he blocked the wrong position, the opponent's sword would directly pierce Fan Hong's body. Although the Xuantian Sword had not been unsheathed, being pierced by it was a given, and everyone watching knew that Fan Hong had lost.

  It was precisely because Xuantian only needed to defeat Fan Hong, rather than kill him, that the sword in his hand did not need to be unsheathed.

  Fan Hong suddenly came back to his senses and realized that Xuan Tian did not underestimate him, but actually possessed extraordinary strength.

  Facing Xuan Tian's incoming sword sheath, Fan Hong unexpectedly retreated two steps, his hand thrusting forward with his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, the sword tip suddenly flashed out nine sword flowers.

  Clang, clang, two crisp sounds rang out as the two swords struck the scabbard of Xuan Tian's sword, hindering his sword momentum. At the same time, seven sword techniques flashed towards Xuan Tian, like seven swords stabbing out simultaneously.

  Fan Hong's counterattack with this sword was extremely well-executed, but the outer sect disciples were all shocked, almost to the point of their eyeballs popping out.

  No mistake, the first sword, Fan Hong was actually forced back two steps by Xuan Tian's one sword, before he could counterattack.

  If he didn't retreat, Fan Hong might not have been able to withstand that seemingly ordinary and unremarkable sword strike from Xuan Tian!

  Everyone's eyes widened, staring intently at the battle on the stage. At this moment, a subtle psychological change occurred in the hearts of all the disciples. From this sword onwards, no one felt that Xuan Tian was unaware of high and low, underestimating Fan Hong, but indeed possessed extraordinary strength.

  Facing Fan Hong's incoming Seven Sword Blossoms, Xuan Tian did not dodge or evade, sheathing his sword and sweeping out horizontally, like a fierce gale sweeping across the land.

  Ding ding ding ding ding ding!

  Seven sounds rang out, and the seven swords that Fan Hong stabbed out were all blocked by Xuan Tian. Fan Hong felt a numbness coming from his sword, and he was greatly shocked. The opponent's internal strength was actually not inferior to his own!

  Xuantian took two steps forward, sword and scabbard in hand, and struck out again with a slanted thrust, the same move as before. It was similar to the Wind Chasing Sword Technique's "Sword Like Wind", but also had its differences, making it impossible to block.

  Fan Hong was forced to retreat two steps, launched a counterattack, blocked Xuan Tian's two swords, Fan Hong's sword light swept across, a sword energy, cut out flat and straight, cutting directly at Xuan Tian's neck.

  Xuan Tian was as swift as before, sheathing his sword like a wild wind sweeping across, injecting internal energy into the sword. The scabbard shone brightly and released a stream of sword energy that completely blocked Fan Hong's incoming sword energy.

  Immediately, two steps forward, another sword slanted out.

  Fan Hong was forced to retreat two more steps, and his heart was shocked.

  Xuantian stabbed more than a dozen swords, advancing two steps forward with each sword. Like the wind blowing forward, his momentum was unstoppable. No matter how Fan Hong counterattacked, Xuantian would withdraw his sword and sweep it across, like a fierce gust of wind passing through, resolving each attack. Then he would stab out again with another sword.

  After more than ten exchanges of blows, Fan Hong was finally forced to the edge of the arena, with no room for retreat.

  Xuantian once again thrust out a sword at an angle, Fan Hong had nowhere to retreat, and suddenly, just like Xuantian resolving his attack, he also swept out with a horizontal sword.

  The same move, but two completely different outcomes.

  Fan Hong's chest suddenly hurt, Xuan Tian's sword sheath pierced through his sword light and struck directly at his heart.

  Fan Hong's face suddenly darkened, and he said gloomily: "I... lost."

  In the fourth round, Xuan Tian defeated Fan Hong, a giant disciple of Wudao Realm's tenth layer, and advanced to the fifth round.

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