"So what if I did? The assessment didn't forbid the use of Xuan-level Martial Techniques; you've already lost," Zhao Lingshan said indifferently, before stepping down from the platform.

Zhao Shijie clenched his fists, shocked and angry, and although he was unwilling to accept it, he had already conceded defeat verbally. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the platform reluctantly.

"Xuan-level Martial Techniques are extremely precious. Ordinary individuals in the Primordial Martial Realm, and even many who have just entered the True Martial Realm, have difficulty encountering them. However, with Zhao Lingshan's status, it's not difficult for her to access Xuan-level Martial Techniques. Still, for her to master a Xuan-level Martial Technique at merely the Primordial Martial Realm, that's not something ordinary people can achieve. Her talent is too strong!"

The spectators exclaimed.

"Who would have thought that Zhao Wuji's daughter would master a Xuan-level Martial Technique? Could it be that the Zhao Family has another prodigy like Zhao Letian about to rise?" Elders Liu and Sun, who were watching the fight, looked upset. Zhao Letian's performance today was surprisingly strong, and now with Zhao Lingshan also emerging, they couldn't help but feel a strong sense of crisis. This generation of the Zhao Family seems excessively powerful.

"Lingshan managing to master a Xuan-level Martial Technique means Shijie didn't lose unjustly. Congratulations to big brother; I didn't expect Lingshan's talent to be so formidable, maybe even surpassing the peak period of Letian," Zhao Jianping said from the VIP stand. Although he was quite frustrated, he still managed a forced smile and congratulated Zhao Wuji next to him. He knew well whom he could provoke and whom he couldn't, preferring to provoke the mother and son, Letian, rather than offend the powerful and scheming Zhao Wuji.

"Shijie did quite well too. Apart from Lingshan, he is unmatched among our Zhao family's peers," Zhao Wuji said calmly.

Nearby, Zhao Letian's mother, Zhao Yixin, frowned. As far as she knew, her son, Zhao Letian, hadn't learned any Xuan-level Martial Techniques. Facing Zhao Lingshan might be dangerous.

"Xuan-level Martial Techniques, this could be tricky," said Zhao Letian, wearing a simple white robe and with his hands clasped behind his back, his brow furrowing slightly for the first time, showing a serious expression.

Indeed, he had never learned any Xuan-level Martial Techniques, even at his peak, but that didn't mean he couldn't access Xuan-level Martial Techniques. Although rare, there were several martial techniques stronger than the 'Universe Palm' in the Zhao Family, and as a top prodigy of the family, he could still practice them if needed. Moreover, his mother, Zhao Yixin, as one of the top powerhouses of the Zhao Family, naturally possessed Xuan-level Martial Techniques. However, none of the family's or his mother's Xuan-level Martial Techniques suited him. Even if he managed to learn them, their power might not surpass the swordsmanship he created himself.

However, from the recent fight, the Xuan-level Martial Technique that Zhao Lingshan mastered suited her very well, exhibiting power far beyond any Huang-level Martial Technique and putting significant pressure on Zhao Letian. In the upcoming final battle, he likely had to reveal his strongest trump card to stand a chance against Zhao Lingshan.

"Before the final battle begins, we need to determine the third and fourth place. Zhao Hongyu, Zhao Shijie, please come up to the platform," the presiding Elder suddenly said loudly.

In the crowd, both Zhao Hongyu and Zhao Shijie looked unhappy; one was defeated by Zhao Letian, and the other by Zhao Lingshan, both harboring intense frustration. They glanced coldly at each other, then simultaneously leaped onto the platform. Since they were already out of the running for the top two spots, the third place was a must-win for them; neither wanted to lose and face even greater humiliation.

"Get down! You're not qualified to fight me!" Zhao Shijie sneered coldly as soon as he stepped onto the platform. He had always believed himself to be invincible among his peers in the Zhao Family, except for the peak-period Zhao Letian. As for Zhao Hongyu, he had never considered him a threat. Yet to his dismay, he found himself having to fight Zhao Hongyu today, which felt like an insult.

"You want me to leave? What gives you the right? If I remember correctly, didn't you say you were going to teach Zhao Letian a lesson in the finals? What happened now, no longer qualified for the finals?" Zhao Hongyu replied with a cold laugh, taunting in response.

"I see you won't face reality until you hit rock bottom. Enough talk, make your move!" Zhao Shijie was in no mood to waste time with Zhao Hongyu and drew his sword from his waist, emitting a cold, chilling gleam.

"Like I'm scared!" retorted Zhao Hongyu coldly, drawing his saber from his waist, the blade wrapped in swirling, fiery flames.

"Get off!"

The next moment, Zhao Shijie's angry roar was heard. He directly urged the powerful Primordial Energy of the ninth minor stage of the Primordial Martial Realm and swung the sword he was carrying. He unleashed an icy sword beam that was several feet long and thrust straight towards Zhao Hongyu.

"You're the one who should get off! Fiery Flame Mad Saber, slash!"

Zhao Hongyu did not back down. He bellowed and swung the saber in his hand, slicing out a hot, crimson saber beam that bravely met Zhao Shijie's icy sword beam.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!..."

As a result, Zhao Hongyu's fiery saber beam was instantly frozen by Zhao Shijie's icy sword beam and shattered in one blow. Following that, the cold sword beam slashed directly onto Zhao Hongyu's body, blasting him off the platform with his mouth spewing fresh blood. Br-ou-gh@t# to you by the f-o&l+k@s@ at MV*|%LE%MP&YR&..

"Hmph! Brought shame upon himself!" Zhao Shijie sheathed his sword, scoffed derisively, and then briskly walked down the platform.

"You... damn it!" Zhao Hongyu, standing below the platform with blood on the corners of his mouth and clutching his cracking chest, watched incredulously and furiously as Zhao Shijie arrogantly walked away. He didn't expect Zhao Shijie's strength to be so terrifying that he had absolutely no power to resist.

"Hehe, the strength of these two isn't even on the same level."

"That's right, although Zhao Shijie lost to Zhao Lingshan, he's much stronger than Zhao Hongyu."

"What a pity, if Zhao Shijie hadn't met Zhao Lingshan but Zhao Letian instead, he might have reached the finals."

The crowd discussed en masse, believing that Zhao Shijie's strength might even surpass the current Zhao Letian, but he was unlucky to meet the even stronger Zhao Lingshan.

"Hmph! Second brother, isn't your son being too harsh!" On the main platform, Zhao Sanye wasn't surprised about his son's defeat but displeased about Zhao Shijie being too heavy-handed.

"Hehe, third brother, young people lack restraint in their actions. Let me apologize on Shijie's behalf. Once the assessment is over, they are still good brothers." Zhao Erye replied with a faint smile.

"Hmph!" Zhao Sanye's expression then eased a bit. Although still somewhat disgruntled, he didn't say more as he and Zhao Erye, along with Zhao Wuji, were blood brothers; a minor incident wouldn't affect their relationship.

Among the crowd, having seen the fight between Zhao Shijie and Zhao Hongyu, Zhao Letian wasn't surprised at all. Zhao Shijie, both in cultivation and martial technique potency, was stronger than Zhao Hongyu. It was natural for him to win; losing would be abnormal. Only a fool like Zhao Hongyu, who hadn't properly assessed Zhao Shijie's strength, would think before the fight that he could battle it out with Zhao Shijie.

"The final match, Zhao Letian and Zhao Lingshan, please step onto the platform!"

The Elder's voice resonated once again, and immediately, all eyes from the crowd converged on Zhao Letian and Zhao Lingshan. They represented the strongest combat power of Zhao Family's younger generation. Even if not to see Zhao Letian make a fool of himself, this final battle was highly anticipated.