Qi Kun, Bei Feng, Wu Yuncong, Yue Chen, and Yue Tian all made their opponents admit defeat, so Qinchuan didn't get to see their skills.
Number 85 VS Number 86!
Qinchuan raised his sword and walked up. He didn't know his opponent, but he heard from the surroundings that it was a disciple of the Pan family.
He was in his twenties, and his cultivation wasn't bad at the early eighth stage of the Martial Path. Just like Qinchuan, his opponent also used a sword. After the referee announced the start of the match, the youth directly attacked Qinchuan.
Shua!
Swift stab!
The long sword brought with it a pleasing feeling as it stabbed towards Qinchuan.
Qinchuan looked at his opponent's sword and raised his right hand, accurately pointing at the tip of his opponent's sword.
Back then, when Qin Chuan had defeated Pan Renfeng, this young man from the Pan Family refused to believe it.
At that time, Qinchuan was still at the seventh stage of the Martial Path, but now he was at the eighth stage.
One sword!
Clang!
The long sword fell to the ground. The youth couldn't believe it. The moment he touched the sword, his entire arm was so sore that he couldn't even lift it. He couldn't even hold the sword as the web between his thumb and forefinger split open.
Eighth stage of the Martial Path against eighth stage of the Martial Path, one move!
"One move, the same strength, one move. So cool!"
"His sword is very exquisite. He can actually accurately point at the tip of his opponent's sword. Moreover, he uses his strength to the extreme. That explosive power is really terrifying."
Wu Yuncong, Yue Chen, Qi Kun, and the others all frowned. The impact that Qinchuan gave them was too great. Even if Qinchuan was only at the eighth stage of the Martial Path, they still felt that he couldn't be underestimated.
When Qian Jian fought, Qinchuan's eyes lit up. Qian Jian was at the eighth stage of the Martial Path and could be considered a genius. With his fast sword and wondrous footwork, he easily defeated opponents of the same strength.
After one round, half of the people were eliminated. After an hour of rest, the second round began.
In the second round, the geniuses still didn't make a move. This time, Qinchuan encountered a youth at the seventh stage of the Martial Path, who directly admitted defeat.
There were only fifty people left in the third round!
The chances of them meeting each other were very high. This time, Qin Chuan met Pan Renfeng.
Pan Renfeng was at a loss. The person he didn't want to meet the most was Qinchuan. This was his humiliation. However, he also wanted to meet Qinchuan. He wanted to have another serious fight.
During this period of time, he had been working hard on his cultivation. His Martial Dao had reached the eighth stage of the Martial Path, and most importantly, his Shadow Blade Slash had broken through to the perfection stage.
A Superior Grade Martial Technique, Perfection Realm. This was much stronger than the Great Perfection Realm.
Begin!
Pan Renfeng held onto the thin knife, her emotions slowly calming down. At most, she would lose once.
Shua!
Pan Renfeng had seen through everything and was indifferent to victory and defeat. She did not have any misgivings when she swung her saber. It was clean and sharp, and it actually left behind an afterimage.
"So fast!"
"As expected of a high-ranked martial technique, Shadow Saber Chop!"
"He actually reached the Great Perfection Realm, this is a high-level martial skill!"
"Once Pan Renfeng breaks through to the ninth stage of the Martial Dao, she will probably be able to compete with Yue Tian."
… ….
Qinchuan did not expect that Pan Renfeng would actually comprehend it at this time. His concept had improved, and the speed of the shadow blade was perfectly combined with his movement technique. There was even a trace of harmony with the surrounding environment.
Just this saber had the germination of saber intent. As long as this continued, there might be some achievements in the future.
Pan Renfeng had immersed himself in the thin knife for more than ten years. At this moment, his face was filled with joy. It didn't matter whether he won or lost today. His heart was completely relaxed at this moment.
Qinchuan originally had Overwhelming Tyrant Body and Crossing World Step. In terms of speed, he wasn't inferior to the current Pan Renfeng, so he still struck out with his sword.
Dang dang dang!
This time, both sides exchanged moves very quickly. Pan Renfeng was a fast blade, but at this time, Qinchuan was even faster than those who practiced the fast sword. Moreover, it was a point sword. Every sword strike was extremely powerful.
In fact, Qinchuan had already slowed down. At this time, Pan Renfeng could practice, so Qinchuan controlled his strength well. The collision between the two sides was like a storm.
Pan Renfeng was very happy at this moment. Qinchuan was only so-so. It was not certain who would win or lose. Even if he lost, he would study the concept of saber dao in the following days. Next time, he was confident that he could easily defeat Qinchuan.
Clang!
Pan Renfeng's thin knife fell to the ground!
Pan Renfeng lost but unlike last time, he directly left this place. Many people thought that he had no face to stay here. Only a few people knew that he had obtained an opportunity.
After a noon break, the competition began again after noon. This time, there were only twenty-five people left. This time, they drew lots and there was a bye.
Qian Jian versus Yue Chen!
Qian Jian was also in the top twenty-five. This time, he met Yue Chen. Qinchuan said softly, "Fight a few times and admit defeat!"
"How is that possible? Yue Chen might not be able to defeat me." Qian Jian said.
"He's already at the ninth stage of the Martial Dao." Qinchuan said. He could tell that Yue Chen had broken through in the past half a month.
Qian Jian was stunned, "Damn, how do we fight like this?"
Qian Jian walked on the fast sword and footwork. Yue Chen trained his body and his weapon was a large hammer. At the start of the battle, Yue Chen fought steadily and steadily, forcing Qian Jian step by step.
Yue Chen's hammer was strong and fast, forcing Qian Jian to retreat. He couldn't even move around. The difference between the eighth and ninth stage of the Martial Dao was quite big.
In the end, Qian Jian was forced into a corner and could only admit defeat.
"Hahaha, when you break through, come find me again." Yue Chen said happily.
Qian Jian and Yue Chen knew each other. They were all in the same circle.
Qinchuan versus Qi Kun!
This time, the eyes of many people below the stage lit up. Qinchuan was a dark horse, the biggest dark horse from the countryside. However, he had never met the strongest group of geniuses in South Sea City, but now he had.
Qi Kun was a genius of the Qi Family. He was at the ninth stage of the Martial Dao and was twenty-three years old. He was good-looking and many families wanted to marry their daughters to him.
Qi Kun actually liked Consort Qian, but unfortunately, Consort Qian and Wu Yun had been betrothed since birth. No matter how much he liked her, there was nothing he could do. It was impossible for the Qian Family to marry Consort Qian to him, and the Wu Family would not let anything happen to this matter.
Begin!
Qi Kun also used a sword. The sword was one of the most used weapons by martial artists. However, there were many types of swords. Long swords, short swords, large swords, heavy swords, soft swords, thin swords …
However, the sword that was used the most was a three foot long sword. Both Qinchuan and Qi Kun used it.
Last time, when Qinchuan and Pan Renfeng fought, Qi Kun had seen it. His eyes were very good. This youth, who was much younger than him, was very strong, very monstrous. His future achievements were not something that South Sea City could limit.
"Brother Qin, let's have a drink after the match!" Qi Kun laughed.
"Okay!" Qinchuan stared blankly for a moment before nodding his head.
"Watch my sword!"
Qi Kun's long sword trembled and an invisible aura spread out. His entire aura suddenly rose.
Desert Dust!
When an expert made a move, it was indeed different. Others might only feel that it was different, but Qinchuan could see that the longsword in Qi Kun's hand seemed to carry an invisible green smoke.
Overbearing aura!
Qinchuan's footsteps moved. His footsteps were as graceful as flowing water. The longsword in his hand continuously stabbed out. The sharp sound of it tearing through the air caused Qi Kun's eyebrows to furrow.
Qi Kun did not expect that Qinchuan would be able to condense the power of his Point Sword to such an extent. Furthermore, the positions of his attacks were incomparably crafty, forcing him to retreat and defend.
The more Qi Kun fought, the more shocked he became. At the start, he felt that he could defeat Qinchuan. But now, it was a draw. Even now, he was starting to suspect that Qinchuan had not used his full strength.
Winding River Setting Sun, Rainbow Piercing the Sun!
"I admit defeat!" Qi Kun retreated and directly admitted defeat.
In a situation where there was clearly no way to win, rather than being defeated, it was better to just admit defeat.
"Thanks for letting me win!" Qinchuan laughed.
Qinchuan's victory was something that many people could not accept. A 15-year-old at the early stage of the eighth level of the Martial Path had actually defeated a ninth level Martial Path cultivator!
But in Qinchuan's eyes, this was very normal. With his Overwhelming Tyrant Body and Golden Godly Eyes, if he could not even defeat a ninth level Martial Path cultivator, he could just go smash his head against a wall.
He was already deliberately restraining himself. Otherwise, the result would be even more shocking. Sometimes, being in the limelight was good, but sometimes, it was a disaster. The tallest tree in the forest was the first to be destroyed by the wind.
… …
Qinchuan versus Bei Feng!
Yet another genius. Bei Feng's weapon was a long spear. Nodding his head at Qinchuan, he directly began his attack.
The length of a long spear was much longer than a sword or saber. An inch longer was an inch stronger.
Bei Feng's long spear trembled, and three illusory figures instantly appeared, piercing towards Qinchuan.
This move looked very simple, but it was not easy to block it. It was best to dodge. Furthermore, the spear's power was very great, and the spear's shaft was flexible and flexible.
Qinchuan's eyesight could clearly see the trajectory of the spear's tip, and he casually struck out with the sword in his hand.
Pa!
Bei Feng was directly forced back a few steps. His arms were numb and trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear as if he had seen something inconceivable.
Terrifying eyesight, powerful strength, and very strange.
Pa, pa, pa!
Qinchuan took the initiative to attack. The long sword in his hand was like a snake, weaving nimbly through the air, striking out continuously. Bei Feng retreated step by step. Unfortunately, his speed was not as fast as Qinchuan's. When he was forced into close combat, and the long sword was already at his throat, he could only admit defeat.
Once a long weapon was closed in, it would basically lose all its power. An inch shorter meant an inch more danger. In close combat, it was still best to use daggers and fists.
This time, Qinchuan had defeated Bei Feng. Although the majority of the people were still shocked, they were not too shocked.
The few old men on the martial stage were also shocked. Qinchuan was only 15 years old, and he was able to fight someone with a higher cultivation level than him with ease. In the mainland, it was not that there were no people who could fight someone with a higher cultivation level than them. It was just that it was extremely rare. This was a rule of the Heavenly Dao.
…
Qinchuan versus Wu Yun!
Qinchuan turned to look at Consort Qian behind him and said, "I'm going to hit your man!"
"What has that got to do with me?" Consort Qian rolled her eyes at him.
"His is really small, with a silver spear and a wax head. If that woman follows him, she'll be no different from a widow," Qinchuan said in a low voice.
"Scram!" Consort Qian said weakly.
Qinchuan walked up the martial stage happily.
Wu Yun Consort hated Qinchuan to the bone. Although he looked calm on the surface and had a smile on his face, Qinchuan could clearly see the killing intent in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll show mercy," Wu Yun Consort said with a smile.
Qinchuan smiled and nodded.
Wu Yun Consort's eyes narrowed. With one hand hidden in his sleeves and the other holding his long sword, he charged towards Qinchuan.
He was getting closer and closer!
Qinchuan's eyes narrowed as he saw a faint pink smoke drifting towards him. If Qinchuan did not use his Golden God Eyes, he would not be able to see it at all.
This was a type of bewildering smoke. Inhaling it would cause a person's brain to become muddled, and it would also prevent the circulation of Xuan Qi in the body, reducing one's strength.