58: Chapter 58, Match 6: Murong Fu of Gusu versus Ximen Chuixue!

Upon sensing this, Su Hongxi couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

She was originally using Ji Wuming's sword techniques to hone the Ascending Immortal Steps of Unrestrained Will taught by her Master.

Unexpectedly, she had forced out Ji Wuming's trump card.

With bloodshot eyes, Ji Wuming's sword strikes became even faster.

Black and purple Sword Qi crisscrossed, carrying surging killing intent that tore the surrounding air apart.

Sikong Changfeng watched from the side, his eyelids twitching.

"Damn it, this arena was just repaired, and now it needs to be rebuilt again."

He sighed helplessly.

Since it had to be renovated after the competition anyway, he might as well let them go wild.

On the stage, Su Hongxi's figure suddenly vanished, leaving only three spinning Six-Leaf Flying Flowers behind.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" With three crisp sounds, Ji Wuming swung his sword to knock down the flying flowers, his blood-red eyes searching everywhere for his opponent's trace.

In the stands, some people looked around blankly like Ji Wuming, trying to find Su Hongxi's figure.

But others had strange expressions.

Just now, Su Hongxi's figure flickered, appearing behind Ji Wuming as if by teleportation.

And at this moment, Ji Wuming was completely unaware.

"I didn't expect this movement technique to have such power in a one-on-one fight!"

"That's right, I initially thought this kind of skill was only useful in a chaotic battle, but I didn't expect this set of techniques could handle all situations."

"It seems we must be extra vigilant against the experts from the Dark River from now on!"

Someone in the stands exclaimed.

"There's no need to be so nervous. We've never heard that the Dark River has mastered this set of techniques. If they truly possessed this skill, why wouldn't the Dark River's assassins practice it?"

"Exactly, this technique should have been personally taught by that Martial Arts Hall Master. The Dark River might not have mastered it, which is actually a good thing."

"Indeed, given this person's strength, if the Dark River wants to covet this technique, they'll probably have to weigh the costs carefully."

The few people chatting back and forth had roughly guessed the origin of this phantom sword technique.

The Confucian Sword Immortal also nodded repeatedly as he watched.

"This skill hides itself from the enemy's sight, silently, borrowing light and shadow, disappearing from the enemy's front as if out of thin air. It is truly terrifying."

"Indeed. Moreover, although this set of sword techniques doesn't seem to demand a high level of cultivation, it is probably extremely difficult to Master."

The Head of the Wen Family stroked his beard, his tone filled with admiration.

"Elder Wen speaks the absolute truth. It also requires mastery of profound principles, and at the moment of confrontation, one must instantly deduce the position and shift their body. It is by no means easy."

Scholar Sword Immortal Xie Xuan chimed in.

"Brother Lei, what do you think?"

Xie Xuan turned his head and asked the Elder of the Lei Family beside him.

This Elder of the Lei Family had been restless these past few days, his gaze frequently drifting toward that Martial Arts Hall Master.

When called by Xie Xuan, he snapped out of his daze.

"Brother Xie, what did you just say?"

"Brother Lei, are you troubled by something?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

The Elder of the Lei Family quickly shook his head.

Lies! Liars!

Xie Xuan knew this very well, and the people around him were also aware.

The matter weighing on the Elder of the Lei Family's heart was likely not a small one.

But since the person was unwilling to speak, he naturally wouldn't press the issue.

At this moment, the secret message received yesterday still echoed in his mind.

Li Hanyi was actually the daughter of Lei Mengsha!

This news shocked him immensely.

Lei Mengsha was expelled from the family for violating one of the two major rules of the Lei Clan—not joining the army.

Now he had become the foremost of the Eight Pillars of the Northern Li, the Marquis in Silver Armor, whose mere presence could suppress the entire Lei Clan.

But rules were rules.

The Lei Clan had never regretted banishing Lei Mengsha.

However, Li Hanyi's talent was simply too astonishing, almost a predetermined Sword Immortal candidate.

Yet, the Lei Clan still maintained the tradition of forbidding swords and sealing blades.

And Li Hanyi possessed outstanding talent in the Way of the Sword.

This left the Elder of the Lei Family in a complex emotional state.

He had already reported the news; this matter was no longer something he could decide alone.

It required the joint resolution of the Head of the Lei Clan and all the Elders.

After all, a future Sword Immortal could protect the Lei Clan for decades, or even a century.

What's more, Li Hanyi had another person behind her—

The Elder of the Lei Family thought of this and his gaze fell upon Su Rui not far away.

He still felt a lingering tremor thinking of the sword momentum that had nearly torn the heavens apart yesterday.

That person was absolutely not something the entire Lei Clan could contend with.

And now, he had become Li Hanyi's Master.

What a headache!

The Elder of the Lei Family looked at the gazes cast by Xie Xuan and the Head of the Wen Family, his heart filled with sorrow.

On the stage, Ji Wuming was already at an absolute disadvantage.

The man was nearly driven mad.

Initially, the killing intent entering his brain increased his combat power, but his rationality was rapidly draining away.

Ji Wuming could no longer control his emotions.

If his combat power hadn't surged at this moment, allowing him to barely evade the approaching Six-Leaf Flying Flowers, he would have long lost all ability to fight back.

Everyone present could see that Ji Wuming was no match for Su Hongxi at all.

He was more like someone being toyed with in the palm of a hand.

Although the injuries weren't severe, Ji Wuming was clearly on the verge of losing control.

The sword in his hand swung more and more chaotically.

Just as everyone speculated when Su Hongxi would end this contest, Ji Wuming finally went completely berserk.

He completely lost his reason.

Su Hongxi lightly tapped the ground with her toes, her figure flashing away. In the next instant, she was behind Ji Wuming, kicking sideways and striking him squarely on the head.

The people in the stands unconsciously flinched.

This kick looked fierce, but in reality, she had held back.

In such an occasion, how could she truly strike ruthlessly?

That would only cause trouble for her teacher.

Ji Wuming flew out over ten zhang, crashing heavily onto the ground, and did not get up again.

Su Hongxi's figure flickered several times like a ghost, returning to Su Rui's side.

"Although I can use the Blink Sword Technique skillfully, I have not yet completely comprehended it.

When you truly Master it, even under the gaze of everyone, you can silently conceal your figure!"

"Yes!"

Su Hongxi obediently listened to the instruction.

Disciples wearing the attire of Snow Moon City rushed onto the Jingwu Platform and carried the unconscious Ji Wuming off the stage.

Su Rui shook his head slightly...

This person's Divine Sense had been invaded by killing intent. He would likely have some mental issues upon waking.

The mildest consequence might be amnesia.

But this had nothing to do with him.

After all, the path Ji Wuming chose was destined to end this way sooner or later.

"Fifth match, Su Hongxi wins!"

Sikong Changfeng's voice rang out, and he immediately announced the start of the sixth match.

"Sixth match, Gusu Murong Fu versus Ximen Chuixue!"

When Sikong Changfeng shouted out the name "Gusu Murong Fu," the entire audience immediately erupted in laughter.

Nowadays, the name Murong Fu had long become fodder for gossip.

Murong Fu tightly gripped his sword sheath with his left hand, veins bulging, clearly burning with rage.

He snorted coldly, his figure flashing, and he lightly leaped onto the Jingwu Platform.

Ximen Chuixue, clad in snow-white robes, his figure elegant, also immediately landed in the arena.

In the stands, Wanwan looked at Murong Fu's back and suddenly spoke:

"Look, this Murong Fu is imitating you, and now he's become a laughingstock."

The person she was addressing was Shi Feixuan.

"I don't see him imitating me."

Shi Feixuan's expression was calm.

"He's just a hypocrite, no need to pay attention to him."

Xu Weixiong clearly showed disdain as well.

At this moment, Ximen Chuixue was quite famous in Snow Moon City.

Although his temperament was a bit cold,

his advantage lay in his dashing demeanor and handsome appearance.

A person like that naturally had admirers.

This formed a sharp contrast with Murong Fu's reputation.

Seeing the cold-faced Ximen Chuixue, Murong Fu's anger finally found an outlet.

Just as he was about to speak, a loud shout suddenly came from the side of the arena.

"Ximen Chuixue, finish off this hypocrite Murong Fu!"

The surrounding area immediately burst into another round of laughter.

Ximen Chuixue's expression remained unchanged, but Murong Fu was so angry he nearly exploded.

He had come to Snow Moon City to make a name for himself, not to be humiliated and ridiculed.

He scanned the source of the voice but couldn't locate who had shouted.

After scanning around a few times without success, he turned his gaze to Ximen Chuixue.

"I, Gusu..."

He instinctively wanted to announce his family name again.

"No need for words, let's fight!"

Ximen Chuixue coldly interrupted.

"Good, Your Excellency, be careful!"

Murong Fu, unwilling to lose his composure, offered a reminder, then drew his sword and charged forward.

He unleashed his family's sword technique, the sword light continuous like rain, sweeping towards Ximen Chuixue.

Clang!

As the sword edge approached, Ximen Chuixue still maintained his indifferent expression, without the slightest ripple on his face.

But his attack was swift and fierce.

One sword strike broke Murong Fu's offensive.

If Murong Fu hadn't reacted quickly and withdrawn his hand in time, his right hand would probably have been severed by the sword.

As soon as he pulled back, Ximen Chuixue's sword shadow was upon him again.

The Move appeared ordinary, yet it carried an inescapable sense of pressure.

Murong Fu exerted all his strength to retreat beyond the sword light.

Although he wasn't injured, as he lowered his head to dodge, the golden hairpin holding his hair was shattered by a sword strike.

His dark hair immediately scattered over his shoulders.

Laughter rose again in the arena.

Murong Fu's face turned pale, then green.

Tens of thousands of eyes were watching.

How could he accept being publicly disgraced?

Seeing the sword light attack again, he immediately used his family's ultimate skill—Dou Zhuan Xing Yi (Shifting Stars and Turning Heavens).

Dou Zhuan Xing Yi was indeed a refined martial art.

But Murong Fu was only half-baked.

Even his father had once evaluated him this way.

Although he managed to deflect the sword momentum, he couldn't completely neutralize the Sword Intent within it.

It was inevitable that he would be injured by the Sword Intent.

And Ximen Chuixue's sword never showed mercy.

In Ximen Chuixue's eyes, Murong Fu didn't even qualify as an opponent.

The match was merely a wait for a truly skilled expert to arrive.

Although his Heartless Sword Intent was not yet formed, his accumulation was already deep.

Murong Fu's injuries gradually worsened.

A moment later, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying.

A cold gleam pointed directly at his throat.

"You lost!"

Ximen Chuixue's voice remained calm and merciless.

The cold iron sword gently rested against Murong Fu's throat.

The chilling aura emanating from the blade made his hair stand on end.

He didn't even have the slightest strength left to fight back.

The stands immediately erupted in an uproar.

At this moment, everyone realized they had severely underestimated Ximen Chuixue's strength.

Despite their disdain for Murong Fu, having persisted until the end of the previous massive brawl, his strength was clearly not to be underestimated.

However, Ximen Chuixue seemed to have won effortlessly.

Murong Fu's hair was disheveled, his face deathly pale, looking quite wretched.

Part of it was due to his injuries, but the main reason was rage consuming his heart.

Under the gaze of the masses, Murong Fu wished he could instantly disappear into the ground.

"Still not admitting defeat?"

Ximen Chuixue held his sword in his left hand and spoke coldly.

Murong Fu's lips trembled slightly, and he squeezed out the words "I concede" through gritted teeth. Then, employing his movement technique, he left without looking back, not even bothering to linger at the stands for a moment.