112: Chapter 112 Encountering a Formidable Rival Again

Li Changqing clenched her fists, her palms drenched in sweat.

Shi Tiezhu stomped his feet in anxiety.

"Why hasn't Brother Changsheng made a move yet?"

Li Xiaocao's face was pale as she tightly gripped the corner of Li Changqing's clothes.

On the stage, Mo Han finally revealed a flaw!

Yun Yifei's eyes lit up as he lunged forward with his sword!

At that critical moment.

A figure cut into the battlefield like a phantom!

Li Changsheng!

He thrust his sword, not at Yun Yifei, but at the back of the saber-wielder!

The saber-wielder was shocked and hurriedly turned to parry!

A trace of disorder instantly appeared in the Three Talents Formation!

"Senior Brother Mo! Frontal assault!"

Li Changsheng shouted.

Mo Han understood immediately; his sword light surged as he attacked Yun Yifei with all his might!

Yun Yifei was forced back half a step by this strike, and the Three Talents Formation became even more chaotic!

"Senior Brother Lu! To the left!"

Li Changsheng shouted again.

Lu Yu's figure flashed like a streak of light, cutting in from the left!

His sword was so fast it was a blur, aiming straight for the sword-wielder's throat!

The sword-wielder parried in haste and was forced back repeatedly!

The Three Talents Formation was completely broken!

Yun Yifei's expression changed, and he tried to reorganize the formation, but Li Changsheng had already locked onto him!

A sword thrust out!

Yun Yifei parried horizontally but was shaken back three steps by the force of the strike!

He was inwardly shocked—this Li Changsheng possessed such formidable strength!

"Steady!" he shouted. "Reform the formation!"

But his two Junior Brothers were already pinned down by Mo Han and Lu Yu, unable to break free at all!

Li Changsheng seized the opportunity and unleashed his sword techniques fully!

Simultaneously, he coordinated with fist techniques and spells, forcing Yun Yifei back step by step!

Although Yun Yifei's cultivation was slightly higher, he couldn't organize an effective counterattack under such a storm-like offensive!

After thirty moves, he finally revealed a flaw!

A sharp light flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes!

He thrust his sword, hitting the core position of Yun Yifei's formation.

Not his body, but the spot beneath his feet!

Bang!

The tip of the sword pierced into the arena's stone slab, causing it to shatter!

Yun Yifei lost his footing and stumbled backward!

The Three Talents Formation completely collapsed!

Seeing their Senior Brother's defeat, his two Junior Brothers fell into a panic; Mo Han and Lu Yu seized the chance to force both of them off the stage!

Yun Yifei stood at the edge of the stage and sheathed his sword with a bitter smile.

"We lost."

He said.

"Members of the Qinglan Sword Sect, I am impressed."

He leaped off the stage and left with his two Junior Brothers.

On the stage, Li Changsheng, Mo Han, and Lu Yu stood together, smiling at each other.

"We won!"

Lu Yu waved his fist excitedly.

"We actually won!"

Mo Han looked at Li Changsheng, a rare flash of approval in his eyes.

"Your command was excellent."

Li Changsheng shook his head.

"It's because you two fought well."

The three leaped off the stage, and the Disciples of the Qinglan Sword Sect swarmed around them, their cheers thundering.

Li Changqing, Shi Tiezhu, and Li Xiaocao were dancing with joy.

In the distance, at the Jinyang Sect's side, Lin Jingyun smiled and applauded.

Zhou Yuan looked at Li Changsheng, his eyes becoming more serious.

Although Yun Yifei from Medicine King Valley had lost, he remained composed and even cupped his hands toward Li Changsheng in acknowledgment.

As for the Qingxin Pavilion side...

Su Qianxue stood in the crowd, watching Li Changsheng, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"Interesting."

She said softly.

A Junior Sister beside her asked in a low voice.

"Senior Sister, what's interesting?"

Su Qianxue didn't answer, only a faint smile playing on the corners of her mouth.

That smile was like a spring breeze passing over a lake, vanishing in an instant.

But her gaze remained fixed on Li Changsheng.

Not looking away for a long time.

The smoke of the team battle had just cleared when the fires of the individual competition were ignited once again.

On the fifth day of the martial arts tournament, the popularity of the Martial Arts Field reached its peak.

The top thirteen had been decided; today, the battle for the top seven would take place.

Every match was a clash between the strong, and every match was worth anticipating.

At this point, among the remaining contestants, all those at Qi Refining Level 8 had been eliminated, leaving only those at Qi Refining Level 9.

Li Changsheng stood in the waiting area, quietly waiting for the drawing results.

His injuries had mostly healed.

The Longevity Dao Body combined with the vital energy of the nine-turn azure profound bead made his recovery speed far exceed that of ordinary people.

After a night of meditation, the wounds had scabbed over by the time he woke up today, and he could move without hindrance.

Furthermore, his cultivation had improved again.

Li Changsheng felt that after absorbing the energy of the nine-turn azure profound bead two or three more times, he would have a Breakthrough to the Middle Stage of Qi Refining Level 9.

"Arena Number Three."

A Deacon Disciple announced his draw.

"Opponent: Zhou Yuan of the Jinyang Sect."

Li Changsheng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Zhou Yuan, Middle Stage of Qi Refining Level 9.

A top expert of the Jinyang Sect's younger generation and Lin Jingyun's Senior Brother.

Li Changqing's face changed.

"Zhou Yuan? That's the Middle Stage of Qi Refining Level 9! Changsheng, you..."

"It's fine."

Li Changsheng interrupted her.

"This is a relatively good result. Besides, we won't know until we fight."

He carried his sword toward Arena Number Three.

Behind him, Li Changqing clenched her fists, Shi Tiezhu looked worried, and Li Xiaocao's face was pale.

In the distance, Lin Jingyun's expression became complicated when he saw the draw results.

He walked to Zhou Yuan's side and whispered.

"Senior Brother, please go easy on him."

Zhou Yuan glanced at him without speaking and strode toward the stage.

Arena Number Three.

When Li Changsheng leaped onto the stage, Zhou Yuan was already standing there.

He still wore that indifferent look, his face cold and his eyes like ice.

The pitch-black longsword at his waist was not yet unsheathed, yet it already emitted a heart-palpitating chill.

The two stood ten feet apart, facing each other.

Zhou Yuan spoke in a detached voice.

"Lin Jingyun said you are very strong. I want to see just how strong you are."

Li Changsheng didn't waste words and drew his sword directly!

The moment the green steel sword left its scabbard, his figure was already in motion!

Gale Style!

The sword light flashed like lightning, aiming straight for Zhou Yuan's throat!

Zhou Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly as he shifted his steps, narrowly avoiding the strike!

Simultaneously, his right hand flipped, and the pitch-black longsword was unsheathed!

Clang!

Sword met sword, sending sparks flying!

Li Changsheng felt a massive force travel from the sword, shaking him back half a step!

He was inwardly solemn; such formidable strength!

Zhou Yuan didn't give him a chance to breathe as the second strike followed immediately!

This strike was faster, fiercer, and colder!

Before the blade even reached him, a piercing chill rushed at his face!

A thin layer of frost actually formed on Li Changsheng's eyebrows!

Ice Sword!

Li Changsheng gritted his teeth and parried horizontally!

Clang!

Another loud bang!

This time, he was shaken back three steps!

Below the stage, the expressions of the Qinglan Sword Sect Disciples changed.

"Zhou Yuan is this strong?"

"Senior Brother Li is being suppressed!"

"Oh no, this is bad..."

Li Changqing clenched her fists, her palms drenched in sweat.

Shi Tiezhu stomped his feet in anxiety, while Li Xiaocao tightly closed her eyes, not daring to look.

Over at the Jinyang Sect, Lin Jingyun's expression was also heavy.

He understood Zhou Yuan's strength and also knew Li Changsheng's capabilities.

The outcome of this battle was unpredictable.

On the stage, the battle had already reached a fever pitch.

Zhou Yuan's sword techniques were both fast and fierce, every strike aiming for vital points!

Even more terrifying was that his Sword Intent carried a piercing chill—it was the embryonic form of the "Ice Sword"!

That chill was not only eroding Li Changsheng's body but also his mind!

Li Changsheng exerted all his strength to respond, using all sorts of moves just to barely withstand Zhou Yuan's offensive.

But he knew this couldn't continue.

Zhou Yuan's cultivation was higher and his spiritual power deeper.

If this dragged on, he would surely lose.

He had to find a flaw.

While defending, he carefully observed Zhou Yuan's sword techniques.

By the fiftieth move, he noticed a characteristic.

Although Zhou Yuan's sword techniques were sharp, there was an extremely brief pause after every strike.

That time was incredibly short, only an instant, but if he could grasp it...

By the hundredth move, he finally found an opportunity!

In the moment Zhou Yuan's strike missed—when his new strength hadn't yet been generated and his old strength was spent—Li Changsheng shifted his sword momentum and thrust toward Zhou Yuan's chest!

But Zhou Yuan reacted extremely quickly, turning his blade to meet the strike head-on!

Clang!

The two separated once more.

Zhou Yuan looked at him, a flash of admiration in his eyes.