CHAPTER 38: MO TIANYU VS LIANG FENG!

"Whoa...finally a fight worth looking at."

"Damn, Liang Feng is fighting Tianyu this early?"

"Yeah... I wonder who’ll win."

"Hey, is that even a question? It’s definitely Tianyu."

"Heh...what if Liang Feng already condensed his Sword Intent?"

"Sword Intent? Tch... do you think it’s like a cabbage on the roadside? Even inner sect disciples have a hard time condensing their Sword Intent, let alone outer disciples."

"Tsk... you never know. What if he gives us a surprise?"

"You wish!"

With the announcement from Qui Ronghai, the crowd once again erupted with excitement.

They had been bored watching similar fights over and over, and finally... they got something worth their attention.

After all, both Mo Tianyu and Liang Feng were at the Ninth Level of Qi Condensation.

While Tianyu was a rare genius with exceptional comprehension and cultivation talent, Liang Feng was also a prodigy, possessing extraordinary insight into the path of the sword.

To be honest, if they hadn’t joined midway, both of them would likely have been selected directly by the inner sect elders along with Wu Kang.

Although there were ten spots in this competition, everyone knew the top three were already claimed by them. The rest were merely fighting for the remaining seven places.

’Liang Feng? That sword genius who died early in the Blood Mist Valley?’

While the crowd became noisy and Tianyu and Liang Feng walked into the ring, Zhiran, on the other hand, looked at Liang Feng, a tall youth in white robes with a sword at his side.

From how he looked and the invisible sharpness surrounding his gait, he seemed like a person born for a sword.

Only Zhiran knew that this person was a short-lived ghost.

After all, this guy died in the secret realm, Blood Mist Valley, shortly after entering the inner sect.

He heard that he had been killed by someone from the Blood Lotus Sect in an ambush. At the time, the outer sect was thrown into chaos by the news, and he also learned of it while bedridden.

’Let’s see their strength and style, shall we?’

Like the crowd, Zhiran was also looking forward to this fight.

In his previous life, he didn’t come to this place because he was still recovering from the blow of Wu Kang and didn’t see how the fight went.

He just knew that Tianyu had continuously defeated everyone before taking the first position in the Outer Sect Competition.

"Are you two ready?"

After both Mo Tianyu and Liang Fend stood at their respective places, Qui Ronghai asked lightly. To be honest, he also wanted to see this fight as he might gain something from it, who knew?

"Yes"

"Umm!"

So, as soon as both of them nodded, he rang the bell while announcing the start of the match. But this time, though, he didn’t immediately go to another arena like before to start another match.

Rather, he also stopped in his place, looking at the 2nd Arena intently. Fortunately, Elder Hua in the shadows didn’t scold him for his dereliction of duty.

"Did you condense your sword intent?"

After the match started, neither of them immediately rushed in like the others.

Tianyu asked his opponent with interest, arms crossed and a slight mocking smile on his face.

Liang Feng, on the other hand, slowly drew his shimmering sword from its sheath, his eyes calm and focused.

"Who knows? Maybe... maybe not!"

And when he heard Tianyu’s question, he just gave a vague reply before taking the sword out of its sheath with force.

"Cling!"

As soon as the sword came out of its sheath, though, a clear tang rang through the entire arena, followed by a sharp Qi that directly cut the corner of the stage.

Although the Qi was invisible, everyone in the crowd could feel its sharpness.

"Sword Qi!"

"Damn... so awesome."

"If that even grazes me lightly, I might just get split in two!"

The crowd immediately went wild with excitement after feeling the Sword Qi up close. They could sense the sharpness hidden within and couldn’t help but yearn to wield a sword themselves.

Unfortunately, not everyone could condense Sword Qi just by holding a sword.

From what they knew, a cultivator had to reach the peak of the ’Skilled’ stage in their sword technique just to even begin condensing it.

How difficult was that?

They’d heard even Liang Feng had received major support from his clan to get this far. That’s why nobody believed he had condensed Sword Intent yet; it was far too challenging.

One had to be proficient enough in their sword to just touch that realm.

"Haha...show off. You clearly aren’t able to condense Sword intent yet."

However, while the crowd was shocked by the display of power of Liang Feng, Tianyu instead laughed loudly.

"Liang Feng, you know you’re no match for me without condensing your Sword Intent. Why not just forfeit this match? At least you won’t get injured and ruin your next one."

Mo Tianyu asked with a wide grin. It seemed the two of them had some history with each other.

"No need. Let’s fight. I don’t think I need to use Sword Intent just to defeat you."

Liang Feng didn’t care about his taunt, though, but quickly took his stance and looked at Tianyu calmly with a sword in his hand.

He was already ready to fight, as evidenced by the swirling Qi circulating his body and sword rapidly.

"Tch...very well. Then, let me show you the difference between us."

Tianyu was annoyed at his nonchalant behaviour and also took out his weapon. Only, the weapon he took out was a long, impressive spear.

"Swish!"

As soon as he took it out, the spear suddenly burst into flames from the base where he held it, the fire traveling all the way to the tip.

"Heh... let’s see if your Sword Qi is stronger or my Flame Qi."

Tianyu grinned and vanished from his spot, moving with a speed far beyond what Zhiran had ever seen before.

"Clang! Clang!"

Liang Feng wasn’t lacking either, gracefully matching his speed, blocking the spear attacks, and sending wave after wave of Sword Qi in Tianyu’s direction. Each clash rang out crisp and clear, sparks and embers scattering through the air as their Qi collided again and again.

The shockwaves rippled across the arena floor, forcing nearby disciples to take a step back.

Suddenly, the arena, which had been silent until now, erupted in a terrifying display of flames and invisible sharpness dancing together.

The fiery heat clashed against cutting wind, twisting the air between them until even breathing near the stage felt heavy.

Unlike the low-level fights before, this was in a league of its own, as most people in the crowd couldn’t even track their movements.

To them, only streaks of fire and flashes of cold light flickered across the ring, like two forces tearing the air apart.

But it still excited them beyond doubt, as this was how they imagined cultivators should fight, not some brawl like mortals do.

What fun is there in watching that?

’Huǒyàn Physique is really strong. Even in a semi-awakened state, it can match Sword Qi without falling behind.’