208: The top four, Hong Feng and Yue Wudao again

Chen Cuo was startled by the Vajra Sect bald monk's speed, then, without thinking, almost unconsciously, he slashed out another sword.

At the same time, the Fire Spirit Ring within the Five Elements Rings lit up, and a terrifying blaze ignited on his sword—Sword of Explosive Flame!

When he unleashed it now, it was surprisingly smooth.

Chen Cuo's Sword Intent also transformed, still maintaining its previous agility, but now with more of the fiery rage of the blazing flames.

Seeing this, the Vajra Sect's Sacred Dragon's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

He hadn't expected this young man to be able to so perfectly integrate his sword skill with the power of the Five Elements Rings in such a short time.

This fiery and wild Sword Intent was even more powerful than he had imagined.

The Sacred Dragon, after all, was a seasoned expert, and he quickly adjusted his state, meeting Chen Cuo's thunderous strike.

He raised his Zen staff and smashed it down fiercely, and the two's weapons collided in mid-air, erupting in dazzling sparks.

The surrounding air seemed to hum from the force of this power, as if foretelling the approaching storm.

The monk's strength gave Chen Cuo a hint of surprise; the opponent's power emanated from his weapon.

However, he had not yet exposed his strength as a Body Cultivator here, so he feigned defeat and avoided a head-on clash.

He only used his crisscrossing Sword Qi to kite the opponent. Although the Sacred Dragon was not specialized in Body Cultivator, the Vajra Sect's Cultivation Technique all had body tempering effects, making his defense powerful.

But the flames attached to Chen Cuo's Sword Qi were simply too powerful; the Sacred Dragon dared not face them head-on, instead dodging with incredibly swift movements.

At this moment, the strength of the two reached a delicate balance.

Suddenly, golden light shone on the Sacred Dragon's body, and his powerful physique, like a wild beast, charged fiercely towards him.

This time, however, Chen Cuo did not hesitate for a moment, giving the Sacred Dragon no chance to catch his breath. He followed like a shadow, close behind.

The fierce flame Sword Qi on his body slowly faded.

More pure white spiritual light enveloped his surroundings. The five-colored Spirit Sword in his hand seemed to elevate two stages in that instant! Its edge flashed with a chilling, heart-palpitating cold gleam.

Five Elements Spirit Ring, Gold Spirit Ring displayed its power.

Sword of Sharpness!

If Chen Cuo's Sword Intent was tyrannical amidst its splendor and nobility, then at this moment, it was an indomitable sharpness.

It was as if the sharpest sword in the world, piercing through the air, disregarded all obstacles.

Seeing this, the Sacred Dragon's eyes flashed with golden light, and its massive body suddenly lunged forward, intending to kill Chen Cuo in one blow.

However, Chen Cuo seemed to have foreseen all this. His figure moved, avoiding the Sacred Dragon's attack, while the five-colored Spirit Sword in his hand, at an incredible angle, stabbed directly towards the Sacred Dragon's bald head.

"Roar!" The Sacred Dragon let out an earth-shattering roar, its massive body tumbling in the air, trying to shake off Chen Cuo's attack. However, Chen Cuo's Sword Intent followed like a shadow; no matter how the Sacred Dragon struggled, it could not escape the Spirit Sword pointing directly at its heart.

Just then, the pure white spiritual light around Chen Cuo's body suddenly erupted, transforming into a brilliant pillar of light that shot straight into the sky. Within this pillar of light, Chen Cuo's figure became indistinct, and the five-colored Spirit Sword in his hand shone with immense radiance, as if it could pierce through everything.

"Break!" Chen Cuo let out a low cry, and the Spirit Sword in his hand fiercely pierced into the Sacred Dragon's body. Even his unparalleled body tempering could not block this incomparably sharp Spirit Sword.

"I surrender, I surrender, Junior Brother, you win!"

Under such swift and fierce attacks, the opponent realized that this sword might take his life, so he immediately conceded.

Chen Cuo withdrew his Spirit Sword, glanced indifferently at the opponent, and said, "Senior Brother, you yielded."

The opponent smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Brother's strength is indeed extraordinary. My surrender was a wise decision."

The outcome of the competition was not important. Chen Cuo finally understood one thing: the Vajra Sect name left by the Ancestral Master when he taught the Dao, and the "Mountain Moving Skill," were definitely related to this Vajra Sect.

He also wondered if Hong Feng had successfully entered the Vajra Sect and if he had found these answers for him.

Chen Cuo sat on the stone stool, gazing at the distant mountains, but his heart was surging like a turbulent sea.

His gaze was profound, as if it penetrated time and space, directly reaching the secret hidden behind the Vajra Sect.

The Vajra Sect passed down by the Ancestral Master was inextricably linked to the Vajra Sect in the world. Chen Cuo was already certain of this.

And that "Mountain Moving Skill" made him feel that there must be something strange about it. He knew that this ancient text was by no means ordinary, and the power and secrets contained within it far exceeded his imagination.

Just then, Pavilion Lord Duan Canghai suddenly walked into the room, and upon seeing Chen Cuo, he said, "Someone wants to see you. They say they are your old friends!"

Old friends, who?

Could it be? Chen Cuo's Divine Sense spread out, and sure enough, he saw two familiar faces outside.

It was actually Hong Feng, and Yue Wudao, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

How strange, the aura emanating from both of them was quite powerful; both were at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Chen Cuo couldn't help but recall all the past experiences, those past years, the joys and sorrows, all seemed like yesterday.

Pavilion Lord Duan Canghai looked at Chen Cuo's expression, seemingly understanding something. He softly said, "Chen Cuo, since they are your friends, let them in."

Chen Cuo came back to his senses, nodded, and said to Pavilion Lord Duan Canghai, "Thank you, Senior Brother Duan."

Pavilion Lord Duan Canghai smiled slightly and turned to leave. Chen Cuo walked to the door, watching Hong Feng and Yue Wudao walk in step by step.

"Boss!" Hong Feng strode over, very excited, tears subtly falling.

Chen Cuo smiled and patted Hong Feng's shoulder, saying, "Indeed, it's been a long time."

Yue Wudao stood quietly to the side, his eyes flickering with complex emotions.

He hadn't expected that the person who sought immortality with him back then was now so powerful and awe-inspiring, while he himself...

Seeing this, Chen Cuo stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and said, "Brother Yue, you've come too."

Yue Wudao nodded and said, "I heard you were here, so I rushed over. I happened to meet him on the way."

The three looked at each other and smiled.

"Oh, right," Hong Feng suddenly remembered something and said, "Boss, I've found what you asked me to."

Chen Cuo was slightly startled, saying, "Oh?"

Hong Feng said, clutching a yellowed ancient book tightly in his hand, "This is the secret of the Vajra Sect, and also the true meaning of the 'Mountain Moving Skill'!"

Chen Cuo stood up, took the ancient book from Hong Feng's hand, and opened it. Inside, it recorded the origin of the Vajra Sect and the true profound mysteries of the "Mountain Moving Skill."

Golden Core Dao is within reach.

After several consecutive martial arts competitions, Chen Cuo had become a popular dark horse at the conference, attracting much attention.

They then learned that Chen Cuo had more matches to prepare for and could not be disturbed for too long.

Before leaving, they encouraged Chen Cuo again, and then left the Lingbao Mountain's encampment.

After these two rounds, Chen Cuo had officially entered the top four, and his next opponent was Yu Ming, a great Cultivator at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment Stage.

Chen Cuo took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on his opponent—Yu Ming. Yu Ming, a great Cultivator at the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment Stage, was powerful and renowned. Every one of his movements, every strike, was filled with a sense of immense power, as if even the air trembled under his might.

Chen Cuo knew that this battle would be the most difficult one since he began cultivation. But he did not retreat, nor did he fear; his eyes held only determination and resolve. He understood that only by defeating Yu Ming could he advance further and achieve his goal.

The moment the match began, Yu Ming launched a powerful attack. His spiritual power surged out like a flood, transforming into a massive beam of light, striking directly at Chen Cuo's vital points. Chen Cuo was well prepared; he quickly mobilized the spiritual power within his body, forming a solid shield that blocked Yu Ming's attack.

Then, Chen Cuo also began to counterattack. His movements were as agile as a snake, shifting left and right, back and forth, making him difficult to predict. His attacks were like a torrential storm, continuous and overwhelming. Every one of his strikes was filled with power, and every attack made one's heart tremble.

However, Yu Ming's strength was formidable after all; his defense was like an iron wall, making Chen Cuo's attacks difficult to penetrate. And his attacks were like a violent storm, making them impossible to resist. Chen Cuo gradually felt the pressure in his repeated attacks.

During the battle, a faint light shimmered at Chen Cuo's eyelids, then he lightly patted the Dragon Scale Sword Crate on his back.

Chime~

A sword shadow pierced through the air, as if tearing through the shackles of time. Where the sword tip pointed, the air trembled. It was an ancient and majestic longsword, its blade flowing with a faint golden light, as if containing endless power. On the sword body, Dragon scale patterns were clearly visible, as if a true Dragon coiled upon it, bestowing upon it endless majesty and power.

Chen Cuo moved like lightning, charging towards Yu Ming. His movements were agile and swift, every step seemingly in harmony with the power of heaven and earth. The longsword in his hand was like his will, wherever it pointed, nothing could not be cut, nothing could not be destroyed.

Seeing this, Yu Ming's expression changed dramatically. They felt the powerful aura emanating from Chen Cuo, as well as the boundless might contained within the Dragon Scale Sword. They dared not be careless in the slightest, immediately activating their respective Magic Treasure to meet Chen Cuo's attack.

A hint of coldness flashed in Chen Cuo's eyes. He did not fear the enemy's Magic Treasure, for he knew his own strength deeply. With a swing of the longsword in his hand, the Dragon Scale Sword immediately let out a deafening sword cry, as if a true Dragon was roaring within it.