Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"This kid is simply a bottomless pit."

Zhuge Qingtian shook his head and smiled. He wasn’t surprised that Zhuge Wan’er lost to Ling Feng, but the endless means of Ling Feng did make him curious.

"Haha, who doesn’t agree?"

Xuanyuan Longteng laughed out loud, looked at Ling Feng below, then at Zhuge Wan’er, and suddenly his eyes brightened.

"Uncle, as they say, enemies often cross paths. I think that girl Wan’er and this Ling Feng seem quite a match!"

Xuanyuan Longteng communicated through Divine Sense to Zhuge Qingtian.

His intention, naturally, was to recruit Ling Feng into the nine major families. With a young man like Ling Feng, once bound by feelings, he wouldn’t have much choice but join.

Zhuge Qingtian’s expression was calm as he said slowly, "If they can be together, it would indeed be a joyous affair. But I see in Ling Feng’s face a sense of determination in his brows and eyes. He may not be one to be bound by personal affections."

"We’ll see!"

Xuanyuan Longteng took a deep breath. A genius like Ling Feng couldn’t be easily overlooked.

Otherwise, decades later, he might become another Muu God Monarch!

...

"Ling Feng wins!"

The referee announced loudly, his gaze fixed on Ling Feng, feeling a wave of emotion: This kid, how much more are you hiding?

"Next match, Zhu Changyue versus Chu Chaonan!"

In the last match, Zhu Changyue’s opponent was Xuanyuan Yu. He chose to forfeit instead of fighting, but this didn’t mean he lacked strength.

In this match, Zhu Changyue urgently needed a victory to prove himself.

Unfortunately, his opponent was Chu Chaonan.

Still using Basic Swordsmanship, Chu Chaonan seemed not to aim for a crushing victory over his opponents.

Every one of his battles seemed more like ordinary sparring, and each opponent mysteriously became a sparring partner.

Moreover, they couldn’t resist!

Zhu Changyue felt like he had a tremendous amount of power, but it hit only cotton instead. No matter the world-class sword move, killing move, or secret technique, against Chu Chaonan, they all simplified into the most basic thrusts and cuts.

Finally, seven and a half minutes later, Zhu Changyue, under this extremely oppressive state, was casually knocked off the stage by a single sword from Chu Chaonan.

This kind of battle not only made Zhu Changyue feel oppressed but also left the audience watching in frustration.

This didn’t seem like a top ten duel between Sword Masters at all; it was simply a smoke-free sparring match!

Only Zhu Changyue himself knew that no matter how he tried to disrupt Chu Chaonan’s rhythm, he simply couldn’t do it.

Chu Chaonan’s Basic Swordsmanship, like a mountain, weighed heavily on him.

He even started to question himself, wondering if after cultivating so many powerful sword techniques, he was unexpectedly inferior to Basic Swordsmanship.

This feeling was indeed suffocating to the extreme.

"He’s truly a...monster!"

Zhu Changyue looked at Chu Chaonan for a long time, only able to describe him as a monster.

"He is undoubtedly that person’s successor!"

On the high platform, Zhuge Qingtian sighed softly, his expression exceedingly grave, "This is not Basic Swordsmanship at all; this is the Ten Thousand Forms True Sword, created by Muu God Monarch. Under this sword move, thousands of forms return to their True Form, so even a Martial Artist like Zhu Changyue, skilled in high-level sword techniques, once caught in the rhythm of the Ten Thousand Forms True Sword, the match is as good as over."

"Back then, Muu God Monarch, with this very Ten Thousand Forms True Sword, could single-handedly fight the nine ancestors!"

"It is truly Muu God Monarch’s successor!"

Xuanyuan Longteng clenched his fists, then shook his head with a wry smile, "Muu God Monarch swore never to set foot in Yueelin City again. Three hundred years have passed, and he hasn’t broken his vow, but this madman bears grudges most of all. He lost half a move back then; today, he wants his successor to reclaim it!"

"It seems very likely!"

Zhuge Qingtian sighed softly, "And judging by the degree to which Chu Chaonan has mastered the Ten Thousand Forms True Sword, Yu’er, I fear..."

"Uncle, rest assured. Although Yu’er seems indifferent to everything, his strength is absolutely sufficient!"

Confidence flashed in Xuanyuan Longteng’s eyes, "Neither Ling Feng nor Chu Chaonan will be a match for Yu’er!"

...

"Next match, Fung Yun’er versus Linghu Yang!"

...

The tournament proceeded match after match. As the sun rose and set, a day had passed.

The battle for the top ten was nearing its end.

Each of the top ten participants had taken part in around six matches.

Currently, there were three undefeated participants: Xuanyuan Yu, Chu Chaonan, and Ling Feng!

Others had lost one or two matches here and there. As for Qin Zheng, his situation was bleak, losing all six matches.

He was actually lucky to have made it into the top ten; otherwise, Xiao Yi should be in his place.

"Next match, Dongfang Hao versus Zhuge Wan’er!"

This was a long battle, lasting about an hour before Zhuge Wan’er finally couldn’t hold on and barely lost.

However, as the winner, Dongfang Hao also didn’t come out significantly better off. Until the referee announced the match’s end, he was still uncontrollably trembling.

Zhuge Wan’er’s frost Sword Qi, chilling to the core, was indeed not to be underestimated. Only someone like Ling Feng, who wielded fierce Flames, was inherently her arch-enemy.

The disciples of the nine major families mostly didn’t differ much in strength, and victory often hinged on a minor flaw.

"Next match, Zhu Changyue versus Ling Feng!"

The referee loudly announced the next match-up, and before the words had fully landed, the atmosphere was already buzzing with excitement.

Ling Feng’s strength was evident to all. So far, he had six consecutive wins, and basically, every match was won with a single move. Such strength was enough to shock anyone.

At first, people were skeptical about an unknown like Ling Feng entering the top ten, but now they were convinced.

"Is Ling Feng going against Zhu Changyue?"

"This match is going to be very exciting! Although Zhu Changyue doesn’t have a perfect win record, it was just bad luck. He encountered Xuanyuan Yu in the first match and then Chu Chaonan, that monster, in the second. But against others, Zhu Changyue has been undefeated!"

"Yeah, who would have thought a member of the Zhu Family, normally considered mid-tier among the nine major families, would be such a formidable character? He defeated Fung Yun’er, Zhuge Wan’er, and Linghu Yang!"

"Haha, I wonder if Ling Feng will maintain his perfect record, or if Zhu Changyue will surpass him and dampen Ling Feng’s spirit."

Amidst the discussions of countless spectators, two figures "swooshed" onto the stage.

They stood at opposite ends of the stage, gazing at each other. Before any move was made, their momentum had already begun to clash.

"Ling Feng, consider yourself unfortunate."

Zhu Changyue’s eyes carried a hint of coldness as he said chillingly, "Your winning streak ends here."

"Oh?" Ling Feng smirked, "If you have the strength, show me."

"Hmph, you will see!"

Zhu Changyue said no more; drawing the sword was the best explanation.

Clang!

A sword sound erupted as Zhu Changyue, with esoteric footwork, began closing in on Ling Feng.

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