92: Chapter 92 Still Not Convinced? Let's Fight Again!

Luo Qingli retreated to her seat.

Ling Xiyue held her teacup and raised it toward Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu did not even look at her; her gaze remained fixed on Jiang Han.

Empress Yun Zhiyue peeled a spirit fruit and held it to Jiang Han's lips; Jiang Han opened his mouth and took a bite.

The literary debate continued, with disciples from various factions taking the stage in turns.

However, after Jiang Han's earlier earth-shattering remarks, those who followed seemed mediocre and unremarkable, and the crowd watched with waning interest.

Until Qin Yuan took the stage.

Qin Yuan, dressed in the robes of Shangyuan Academy, walked to the center of the platform.

He did not cite ancient sages or classics, but sat down cross-legged directly.

A strange vitality emanated from his body, and that vitality evolved into the phantom of a seedling breaking through the soil in mid-air.

"I shall discuss the Dao of Life and Death."

Qin Yuan spoke, explaining his insights into the resonance between heaven and earth spiritual energy and the physical body.

As he spoke, the seedling phantom rapidly grew taller, transforming into a towering tree.

Then, in an instant, it withered, turned into fly ash, and returned to the soil.

Endless life, cycling back and forth.

Palace Master Meng Changfeng on the viewing stand nodded slightly.

Although it was not as shocking as the resonance with the heavenly dao ranking induced by Jiang Han and Mo Wentian, it was unique and distinct.

Jiang Han leaned back in his chair.

He did not look at Qin Yuan on the stage, but swept his gaze across the crowd in the stands below, finding Ye Shuang.

Ye Shuang stood in the crowd, her expression appearing very complex and intriguing.

Jiang Han took all of this in and chuckled.

The more dazzling Qin Yuan performed, the more unbalanced the heart of this destitute orphan girl of the Ye Family became.

Especially since the Qin Family had broken off the engagement and Ye Shuang had nowhere to turn for help.

The rift between these two was even greater than imagined.

The literary debate soon came to an end.

Jiang Han naturally took the top spot, and Qin Yuan also achieved a respectable ranking.

Palace Master Meng Changfeng stood up from the main seat and waved his large sleeve.

A stream of black and white intertwined light flew from his sleeve, shooting straight into the clouds.

The stream of light exploded in mid-air.

A massive chessboard appeared out of thin air, hovering above the arena.

The chessboard was a thousand zhang in length and width, crisscrossed with lines and scattered with stars.

"The second stage of the Dao discussion, Martial Demonstration!"

"Those who enter the chessboard shall use their soul as the commander and spiritual power as the troops."

"Evolve divine abilities and techniques to clash on the chessboard; life and death are not considered, victory and defeat are decided by oneself!"

The moment his voice fell, Mo Wentian leaped up from the academy's seating area.

His sleeves fluttered, and he landed steadily in the center of the chessboard.

Mo Wentian sat down cross-legged.

Spiritual light gathered above his head, and his soul emerged from his body, transforming into a phantom of a commander clad in white armor, standing in a corner of the chessboard.

Haoran righteous energy transformed into thousands of white-clad soldiers holding long spears, arrayed in formation ahead.

"Who dares to fight!" Mo Wentian called out loudly.

From the Daluo Sword Sect's seating area, a youth carrying a heavy sword soared into the sky.

"I have come to learn the high techniques of Shangyuan Academy!"

The youth landed on the other end of the chessboard, his sword energy soaring into the sky, transforming into thousands of sword-wielding cultivators.

"Kill!"

The army of sword energy charged out, heading straight for the white-clad soldiers.

Mo Wentian raised his hand and pressed downward.

The white-clad soldiers raised their long spears, and the Haoran righteous energy transformed into a wall of light to block the front.

The sword energy collided with the wall of light and scattered one after another.

Mo Wentian curled his five fingers.

The wall of light exploded instantly, condensing into countless white arrows.

The rain of arrows across the sky curled back, directly shooting the sword energy army into a sieve.

The Daluo Sword Sect youth spat out a mouthful of blood, retreated several steps, and fell out of the chessboard.

"I concede." Mo Wentian withdrew his hand.

Following this, various prodigies from all sides flew into the game one after another.

Mo Wentian sat in the center of the chessboard.

His Haoran righteous energy was both offensive and defensive.

In less than half an hour, he had won seven consecutive matches.

The disciples of Shangyuan Academy cheered wildly; this seven-game winning streak by Mo Wentian had managed to salvage quite a bit of face for the academy.

Mo Wentian stood up and retreated to the academy's seating area.

Luo Qingli flew into the game.

With a light veil covering her face, her soul transformed into a Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden.

Her jade hands plucked at the void, and a piece of celestial music played.

The fire-elemental soldiers condensed by her opponent were extinguished in swathes under this celestial sound.

Gu Xiao stepped through the stone slabs of the viewing stand and rushed into the chessboard.

Stars fell from the sky, and the entire chessboard transformed into a sea of thunder and stars.

That unlucky Feiyu Sect disciple could not even withstand a single move before being knocked unconscious.

Li Xuehai entered the arena with a sinister smile.

Blood evil energy filled the sky, and several blood-colored demonic dragons rampaged across the chessboard.

His opponent's soul phantom was swallowed in one bite by a demonic dragon, and the screams resounded throughout the arena.

If Palace Master Meng Changfeng had not intervened, that person would not have even kept his life.

The battle became increasingly fierce, with prodigies from all sides exhausting their methods.

Empress Yun Zhiyue squeezed Jiang Han's palm. "When are you planning to go up?"

Leng Qingqiu also turned her head to look at Jiang Han at this moment. Although she did not speak, what she wanted to ask was surely the same as Empress Yun Zhiyue.

Jiang Han shook his head and stood up. "Now."

He took a step, and his figure disappeared from the viewing platform.

When he appeared again, he was already standing on one side of the chessboard.

At the same time, a young disciple leaped into the chessboard.

After stating his background, purple energy soared into the sky, transforming into three massive purple-flamed lions.

Behind the giant lions followed ten thousand warriors in purple armor, their momentum astonishing.

Jiang Han stood in place.

He did not sit cross-legged, and his soul did not leave his body.

Watching the army of purple flames charging toward him, Jiang Han raised his right hand and pointed a finger.

A gray ray of light shot out from his fingertip.

The finger ray expanded against the wind, instantly transforming into a gray giant sword a hundred zhang long.

With the Great Void Technique combined with the Spirit Devouring Heavenly Art, the giant sword slashed down from above.

The three purple-flamed giant lions were split in two by the giant sword and turned into nothingness.

The ten thousand warriors in purple armor also instantly exploded under the sword pressure.

The cultivator's eyes widened, completely unable to react.

The aftermath of the sword energy swept across his chest.

Boom!

His entire body flew backward, directly smashing through several stone walls in the distance, and he fell into a pile of rubble, unconscious.

Everyone in the stands was speechless.

No formation of troops, no clash of souls.

Just a casual move.

Jiang Han withdrew his right hand, turned around, and prepared to walk off the chessboard.

"Holy Son Jiang, stay your steps!"

A sharp shout came from the direction of Shangyuan Academy.

Mo Wentian moved, his figure turning into a white rainbow as he rushed into the chessboard.

He landed behind Jiang Han, and his powerful Haoran righteous energy swept across the surroundings.

Jiang Han stopped and turned back.

Mo Wentian stared at him.

"In the literary debate, I, Mo, admit my defeat wholeheartedly."

Mo Wentian pointed directly at Jiang Han.

"But this martial demonstration."

"I, Mo, wish to request a few more pointers from Holy Son Jiang!"

The atmosphere of the entire venue was instantly ignited, and countless cultivators stood up.

The Chief Disciple of Shangyuan Academy was challenging the number one on the heavenly dao ranking once again!

On one side was the world-renowned Holy Son of Taichu.

On the other was the chief prodigy of Shangyuan Academy.

Although Mo Wentian had been defeated by Jiang Han in the literary debate, could Jiang Han also win against Mo Wentian in this martial debate?

Privately, many people had already secretly opened betting pools, letting everyone place their bets.

Jiang Han turned around. He looked at the Mo Wentian, who was full of unwillingness.

"Very well."