"Boom!"
Gu Fei mercilessly slashed his sword, shattering Mu Qingyun's sword once again. This time, Mu Qingyun was shaken so hard he flipped several times and slid far off the ground.
When Mu Qingyun stood up again, her whole body was stained red with blood. Her body trembled, and blood slowly dripped down the hem of her clothes onto the ground, staining clusters of crimson plum blossoms.
Mu Qingyun felt as if her soul had been drained, her whole body drained of strength, but she still managed to stand up. She had only one belief: she absolutely could not fall, even if it meant death.
"In the first direct clash, Mu Qingyun had already exhausted all his strength. The last two sword strikes were all about willpower. Do you understand now?"
Willpower is an invisible force, inexplicable. You could say it is ethereal or truly exists. It depends on whether you can feel its power. "Master Yunyang spoke.
"Master Tianshi, please stop lecturing us. At a time like this, please save Senior Sister Qingyun. Are you really going to just stand by and watch Senior Sister Qingyun be killed?" Watching the geniuses of the Divine Academy fall just like that? "A disciple couldn't help but exclaim.
Master Yunyang shook his head and said, "Rules are rules; they cannot be changed. In the final stage of the tournament, as long as Mu Qingyun admits defeat, she will be teleported out."
But if she didn't speak, no one could save her, so everything depended on herself. "
There are rules in the Divine Dao Contest: during the first and second phases, no disciple is allowed to withdraw. Even if it means death, they must die in the arena."
But in the third phase, disciples competed. If a disciple was afraid of death, just shouting 'admit defeat' would be captured by the formation and teleported out.
But this means losing eligibility for the competition. Even if his team wins, it has nothing to do with him.
So, unless absolutely necessary, no one in the championship tournament would shout 'admit defeat,' because that not only means elimination, but also leaves an indelible stain on their lives.
At that moment, Gu Fei once again charged at Mu Qingyun with his sword. Mu Qingyun was barely able to stand, without a sword in hand, clearly unable to resist.
Gu Fei's face twisted with rage as his longsword slashed straight down at Mu Qingyun's jade neck. The disciples watching outside were filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could rush into the arena and cut Gu Fei to pieces together.
Facing Gu Fei's sword, Mu Qingyun was powerless to resist, but she always remembered Long Chen's words: even when facing death, never close your eyes; bravely face it.
Watching the sword draw closer and closer to her neck, Mu Qingyun could already smell the breath of death. She had never been so close to death in her life.
Clang!
Just as Gu Fei's long sword was less than half a foot from Mu Qingyun's neck, a broad sword blocked the sword.
"Gu Fei, I'll kill you."
Li had guessed it. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair stood on end, and runes lit up all over his body, like a provoked beast baring its fangs.
He had seen everything that had happened before, and with full force, he was the first to arrive and saved Mu Qingyun with a single sword strike.
Li Cai, born with divine strength, activated his bloodline under Long Chen's guidance. With a single sword strike, both he and Gu Fei were sent flying backward, blood gushing from the shock at the tiger's mouth.
But Li Cai didn't care. With a furious roar, he wielded his broad sword and charged at Gu Fei. Seeing Gu Fei thrust his sword straight at Gu Fei's chest, Li Cai ignored it and swung his sword at Gu Fei's head, ready to die together.
Gu Fei was both shocked and furious. Of course, he didn't want to trade life for life with Li Cai, so he quickly changed tactics to defend himself.
"Boom!"
In a hurried change of move, Li Cai was struck by a single sword strike, causing him to tumble several times and spit out another mouthful of fresh blood.
"Sss!"
Suddenly, a strong wind swept in. Gu Fei rolled and narrowly dodged Li Cai's severing sword, carving a deep trench through the earth, making Gu Fei break out in a cold sweat.
"Buzz!"
Before Gu Fei could recover, Li Cai struck with his sword again, three consecutive strikes, each ruthless and desperate, forcing Gu Fei to retreat repeatedly.
"So fierce!"
The disciples outside cried out in shock at Li Cai's fierce attack. Li Cai was like a fierce general fighting on the battlefield, every move a true killing move—either you die or I die.
Gu Fei, this powerful cultivator from the Immortal Academy, was actually caught off guard by Li Cai, making countless people applaud and wish Li Cai could kill him with a single sword strike. Because Gu Fei was of poor character in the Immortal Academy, unpopular, and almost on the same level as Chu Kuang.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, Gu Fei shouted sharply, seizing an opportunity to block Li Cai's attack, forcing him to retreat, and then strike first with his sword to counterattack.
But just as the sword was about to strike Li Cai's neck, Li Cai's broad sword shot forward, aiming straight for Gu Fei's dantian. His movements were swift and ruthless, ruthless and steady, showing no sign of holding back.
Gu Fei was so angry that smoke seemed to pour from his seven orifices. He could have severed Li Cai's head with a single sword, but the price of killing Li Cai was that his dantian had to endure a strike from Li Cai. Although he had protective divine skills, if he couldn't withstand the blow, after today, he would be crippled.
"Clang"—
in the end, it was Gu Fei who was frightened and didn't dare to fight Li Cai head-on. He changed tactics to block Li Cai's attack, and in a hasty change, was knocked flying. Li Cai pressed the advantage, nearly severing half of Gu Fei's head with a single sword strike.
Li Cai's fighting style made the hearts of the strong players present tremble. Li Cai was simply ruthless, not even caring about his own life. Every move was desperate, not just a threat.
"Get lost!"
Just as Li Cai was forcing Gu Fei to retreat repeatedly, at the risk of being cut down at any moment, several people suddenly rushed out from inside the altar. One of them wielded a bronze staff and swung it at Li Cai.
"Boom!"
Li Cai hurriedly blocked, but his arm shook violently. Suddenly, a powerful force swept through, nearly knocking the broad sword in his hand away. He retreated more than ten zhang before steadying himself.
"In terms of strength?" You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes. One person sneered coldly, holding a bronze staff.
The man was tall, two heads taller than ordinary people. At this moment, his upper garments were torn apart, revealing bronze skin. Beneath it, veins bulged like countless little snakes swirling about. His vital energy and blood seemed like a volcano accumulated for ten thousand years, about to erupt.
"It's Yuan Xinghui. How can his power be so terrifying?" Luo Ning said in shock.
Yuan Xinghui was originally ranked third on the Immortal Academy's Human List, usually just a big fool. He only managed to get third place thanks to Gu Fei's help, and Luo Ning never took him seriously.
But today, when he made his move, his blood energy was earth-shattering, and the power he displayed was simply unbelievable—he had hidden himself too deeply.
Yuan Xinghui forced Li Cai away with a single strike, and just as he was about to pursue, the altar suddenly trembled violently, and a pillar of light appeared, enveloping the entire altar.
"It's over, the barrier has been activated."
When he saw that pillar of light, Mu Qingyun's heart sank to the bottom, and he felt his vision go black, nearly fainting on the spot.