Zhao Letian's battle with Zhao Hongyu ultimately ended in victory for Zhao Letian, although Zhao Hongyu was very reluctant, and still had the strength to fight, yet after recently experiencing a threat of death, he couldn't muster the courage to continue battling with Zhao Letian and had to walk off the stage with a face full of shame, disheartened.

After this battle ended, the atmosphere in the Martial Arts Arena suddenly became somewhat somber, and the crowd fell silent. They had originally thought that today, they would witness Zhao Letian's fall from a genius to a disgrace; but now, it seemed they were here to witness the resurgence of Zhao Letian.

In the VIP area, Zhao Letian's mother, Zhao Yixin, revealed an excited smile on her face. Like all parents in the world hoping their children would succeed, she felt the same; her son's performance today was more brilliant than she had ever expected, and she was naturally very happy.

In the crowd, Zhao Kang, holding his broken arm, couldn't help trembling, and fear appeared in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Letian. Even his elder brother had been defeated, what chance did he have for revenge? Unless his father, Zhao Sanye, personally took action; but if that happened, would Zhao Letian's mother just stand by?

Not far away, Zhao Zihao also frowned, showing worry. He had not expected Zhao Letian's strength to be so terrifying. Zhao Hongyu had been defeated by a single sword strike; what were the chances for his elder brother Zhao Shijie?

"Rest easy, Zihao, I'm not that arrogant fool, Zhao Hongyu. Among all the younger generation in the Zhao Family, perhaps no one understands Zhao Letian's terror better than me, who has always been suppressed by him and stayed in second place. After I defeat Zhao Lingshan, I will make sure to bring out all my cards and do my utmost to defeat Zhao Letian in the final!" Zhao Shijie's expression was also solemn but still confident. The fact that Zhao Hongyu was defeated by Zhao Letian's single sword strike did not intimidate him because he believed he could easily defeat Zhao Hongyu as well.

"Indeed, big brother has reached the minor stage of Primordial Martial Nine Layers. How could Zhao Hongyu, who has just entered the Primordial Martial Nine Layers, compare? Zhao Letian is bound to lose," Zhao Zihao nodded in agreement, as if to cheer up Zhao Shijie and also comforting himself.

"Zhao Shijie, it's your turn to go on stage."

Just then, the second semi-final match had started. Zhao Lingshan, the first to step into the ring, looked at Zhao Shijie below the stage and calmly said,

"Whoosh!"

As soon as Zhao Lingshan finished speaking, Zhao Shijie merely smiled lightly, then spun around, demonstrating beautiful agility, and gracefully landed on the stage.

The crowd's gaze instantly focused on the two of them; aside from Zhao Letian, these two were recognized by Qingzhou City as the twin geniuses of the Zhao Family. It was just that Zhao Letian's brilliance had overshadowed theirs, but in fact, compared to their peers across the city, they were truly outstanding and worthy of attention.

"Sister Lingshan, you are the Zhao Family's precious young miss, and in the heat of the fight, fists have no eyes - I do not wish to hurt you. You should admit defeat voluntarily," Zhao Shijie, dressed in a splendid white robe and with his hands clasped behind his back, had a confident demeanor similar to Zhao Letian's and sported a light smile as he tried to persuade her to surrender.

"Snap!"

However, Zhao Lingshan ignored him and directly pulled out a whip about a meter long, crafted from blue animal skin, from her waist. With a gentle flick, it emitted a sound like thunder, sounding like a war horn.

"Fine, since you wish to fight, I will make you realize the gap between us," Zhao Shijie's smile instantly disappeared from his face, a sharp look appeared in his eyes, and he simultaneously drew his sword stored at his side.

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Zhao Shijie's sheathed longsword, upon being drawn, emitted a pleasant, trembling sound. It was evident from the sound alone that the quality was extraordinary, indeed a rare treasure sword. What was even more astonishing was that enveloped around his longsword was a vast, frosty chill which made the spectators beneath the stage shiver involuntarily.

"The Frost Ice Martial Soul, capable of controlling the power of frost and ice. A powerful Martial Artist can freeze thousands of miles with a thought, truly terrifying!"

The crowd exclaimed in shock, Zhao Shijie's Frost Ice Martial Soul, although not as formidable as Zhao Letian's Sword Martial Soul, was on par with Zhao Hongyu's Fiery Flame Martial Soul and was also a rare and powerful Martial Soul.

"This battle, my son must win. Big brother, Lingshan this girl is afraid she will suffer some unfairness." On the presiding stage, second elder Zhao Jianping was very satisfied with his son Zhao Shijie, glanced at Family Head Zhao Wuji beside him, and confidently proclaimed. The slight advancement in Primordial Martial Ninth Level was enough to secure a significant advantage for his son Zhao Shijie.

"If Lingshan loses, it only means she is less skilled, and there is no unfairness in that. However, I think she might not necessarily lose," said Zhao Wuji, unflappable in expression, calmly speaking.

"Oh? Is that so?" Zhao Jianping suddenly frowned, feeling slightly uneasy in his heart. He knew Zhao Wuji too well—if Zhao Wuji said Lingshan might not necessarily lose, then that equates to her certain victory.

"Miss, let us conserve some energy, decide the outcome with a single move," Zhao Shijie's aura quickly rose to Primordial Martial Ninth Level minor completion, his longsword surging with Primordial Energy, driving the cold air to wildly dance.

"Agreed." Zhao Lingshan nodded, likewise wishing to conserve some Primordial Energy for the final battle, as Zhao Letian did not seem easy to deal with.

"Ice Sword Technique, Descending Frost Rain!."

In the next moment, Zhao Shijie suddenly shouted loudly, swinging the frosty longsword in his hand, sending out a zhang-long cold sword brilliance, slashing fiercely towards Zhao Lingshan, and on its path, it suddenly shattered into countless fine Frost Ice Sword Qi, like a torrential downpour, overwhelmingly shooting towards Zhao Lingshan, the momentum was incredibly shocking.

"Spiritual Snake Mysterious Whip, Break!"

However, facing the violently attacking Frost Ice Sword Rain, Zhao Lingshan did not dodge but instead moved forward to meet it. She flicked her wrist, and the aqua-colored long whip suddenly spiraled up, instantly forming a spiral cone, not only smashing all the incoming sword rain but also striking directly toward Zhao Shijie's face like a venomous snake.

"Stop! I concede!"

In the next moment, just as Zhao Lingshan's long whip was about to smash all the Frost Ice Sword Qi and hit Zhao Shijie, his face showed an incredulous look of terror, and he suddenly shouted.

"Snap!"

As his words fell, Zhao Lingshan flicked her wrist, directly smashing all the Frost Ice Sword Qi, then she retracted her long whip and stopped in her tracks.

"You, you used a Xuan-level Martial Technique!" Zhao Shijie, who had conceded, was soaked in cold sweat, his face pale and his heart still fluttering with lingering fears.

The whip technique Zhao Lingshan had used not only disregarded his cold invasion but also easily smashed his strong attacks which he took pride in, making him immediately realize that Zhao Lingshan was employing a powerful Xuan-level Martial Technique, totally beyond his ability to contend with. If he hadn't conceded in time, even if Zhao Lingshan didn't dare to kill him, she could still have severely injured him.