Cultivation starts from simplifying the exercises

Chapter 2206 Successive Battles Against Half-Step Heavenly Monarchs

"Yichou Region, Martial Arts Arena No. 18, the victor is Chen Fei of Danchen Sect!"

As the verdict was announced, Chen Fei withdrew his Dao Domain, turned into a streak of light, and left the martial arts arena. He was on his way to watch Cao Feiyu's match.

A gasp and gasps of amazement rippled through the spectator stands.

"Three moves! Just three moves! Chen Fei won?"

"I know Tie Li. He is the leading figure of the Moving Mountain Sect in this generation. He is incredibly strong and has amazing defense. How could he not even withstand three moves?"

"Chen Fei's Dao Domain is too abnormal! Tie Li's defense is like paper in front of it!"

"I feel more at ease than yesterday."

"It seems his chances of making it into the top 162 are really good!"

Just as Chen Fei easily won, Feng Butong's battle had already begun in another martial arts arena.

His opponent was an ice cultivator from Frost Valley named Han Ling, who was also at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm. His Xuan Shuang Sword Qi was superb, capable of freezing thousands of miles, and its power was considerable.

Those who make it to the second round are all formidable opponents.

However, when Feng Butong stepped onto the arena, without even actively releasing his aura, Han Ling felt an immense pressure that could silence everything, causing her to feel slightly breathless and making the circulation of her icy Yuan Power somewhat sluggish.

That was the Dao Domain belonging to a half-step Celestial Monarch, and its instinctive influence on the surrounding world.

"Dan Chen Sect, Feng Butong." Feng Butong's gentle voice rang out, and he nodded slightly to Han Ling.

"Frost Valley, Han Ling." Han Ling took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tremor in his heart. He drew his crystal longsword, frost condensing on its blade, exuding a chilling aura. "Please enlighten me, Senior Brother Feng."

"Please!" Feng Butong remained calm and composed.

Han Ling knew that he could not hold back in the slightest when facing a half-step Heavenly Lord.

With a sharp cry, she spun rapidly, unleashing countless condensed, icy blue sword energies from the tip of her sword, transforming into a terrifying frost storm that swept across most of the training ground.

Within the storm, every wisp of cold air contained a terrifying sword intent that could freeze vital energy and seal the soul. The temperature plummeted to the extreme, even freezing the space itself.

She plans to launch a preemptive attack, using area-of-effect attacks to restrict and block different actions, and then look for an opening to advance.

Faced with this Frozen Sword Domain, which was enough to make ordinary peak Tai Cang Realm cultivators flustered and even defeated, Feng Butong merely glanced at it indifferently.

He didn't even move his feet, but slowly raised his right hand and gently pressed it into the empty space in front of him.

"town!"

A simple word was uttered.

"Buzz!"

An invisible and intangible force field spread out instantly from Feng Butong's center, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The frost storm that swept in melted and disintegrated as soon as it entered the Realm of Returning to Truth.

Even the crystalline frost itself quickly lost its spirit, turning into the most ordinary ice and snow fragments, fluttering down and vanishing into nothingness before even hitting the ground.

Han Ling's expression changed slightly. He knew that a half-step Heavenly Monarch was strong, but this state of being immune to all spells was far too terrifying.

Furthermore, an overwhelming and irresistible force of the Void pressed down on her, causing her Yuan Power to almost come to a standstill, her soul to feel as if it were trapped in a quagmire, and even her thoughts to become slow.

Feng Butong did not continue to attack, but simply watched her calmly.

Han Ling's forehead was covered in cold sweat. She knew that the gap between the two sides was too great. The other party had not even really made a move. Just the power of the Dao Domain was enough to make her unable to resist.

"I... admit defeat." Han Ling uttered the words of surrender bitterly, his long sword hanging down.

"You flatter me." Feng Butong withdrew his palm, and the Realm of Returning to Truth also dissipated.

He bowed slightly to Han Ling and gracefully stepped off the stage. Throughout the entire battle, he didn't even move an inch; he merely raised his hand and uttered a single word.

This is the absolute suppression of a half-step Heavenly Monarch over the peak of the Tai Cang Realm. Having initially grasped the origin of the Great Dao, one can already form an advantage at the level of rules, which is difficult to resist without special means or equal realm.

"Bingyin Region, Martial Arts Arena No. 9, the victor is Feng Butong of Danchen Sect!"

When Chen Fei arrived at the Jiazi area, the No. 3 training ground where Cao Feiyu was located, Cao Feiyu's battle had just begun.

Chen Fei quietly found a spot at the front of the viewing platform and watched the game unfold.

Just then, from the direction of another martial arts arena, a violent surge of energy and a deafening shout suddenly erupted, instantly attracting countless eyes, including Chen Fei's.

"It's Xu Ziqian! Xu Ziqian is coming on stage!"

"His opponent is Duan Yue of the Overlord Blade Sect, yet another half-step Heavenly Monarch!"

"My God! Xu Ziqian's luck is really bad! He encountered a half-step Heavenly Lord right after entering the arena?"

"Go and take a look!"

The crowd instantly stirred, and a large number of spectators surged toward the training ground.

Gengwu area, No. 1 training ground.

Inside the arena, Xu Ziqian held Napo Jun in one hand, while his opponent was a fierce swordsman who was eight feet tall with a leopard-like head and piercing eyes.

The swordsman carried a large, door-sized sword in his hand. The blade was dark red, having drunk countless amounts of blood, and exuded a chilling, murderous aura.

He simply stood there, yet a chilling, all-encompassing sword intent emanated from him, resonating faintly with the sharp, metallic energy of the world.

The true teachings of the Overlord Blade Sect: Breaking the Mountain!

"Xu Ziqian of Danchen Sect?" Duan Yue's voice boomed like a bell, his gaze sharp as he looked Xu Ziqian up and down, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"You were able to defeat Mo Li yesterday only because you relied on the advantage of your divine weapon and fought desperately. If you know what's good for you, admit defeat early, lest you add another cripple to my blade."

Xu Ziqian slowly raised his head, his face expressionless, except for his eyes, which were cold and sharp, like a lone wolf, staring intently at Duan Yue.

He didn't speak, but slowly lifted Po Jun from the ground. The axe trembled slightly and emitted a deep hum, responding to its master's fighting spirit.

"Hmph, you're asking for death!"

Duan Yue grinned maliciously, said no more nonsense, took a step forward, raised his broadsword, and delivered a powerful slash to Xu Ziqian's head.

The Overlord's Blade Splits the Mountain!

The blade light, like a blood-red ribbon, tore through the sky, containing a terrifying blade intent capable of destroying all laws. Before it even reached his body, the fierce blade wind already made Xu Ziqian's clothes flutter loudly.

"kill!"

Xu Ziqian let out a hoarse roar, advancing instead of retreating. The Po Jun sword in his hand burst forth with an astonishing dark golden light, meeting the blood-red blade light head-on with a reverse slash!

He actually intended to fight head-on!

"clang!"

The clash of swords and axes produced a deafening metallic clang!

Xu Ziqian trembled violently, an abnormal flush rose to his face, and he staggered backward, but the fierce light and fighting spirit in his eyes burned even more intensely.

Break through the enemy lines and slay the mountain!

Ignoring everything else, Xu Ziqian mustered his strength and activated Po Jun, transforming once again into a resolute dark golden rainbow as he charged towards Duan Yue. It was a fight to the death, a battle of attrition!

Duan Yue narrowed his eyes. As a half-step Heavenly Lord, his swordsmanship was domineering and fierce. Why should he fear such a duel?

"Boom boom boom!"

The clash of swords and axes instantly engulfed the two. Xu Ziqian almost completely abandoned his defense, using all the power of his Divine General Body to attack. With each collision, new wounds were added to his body.

However, the Po Jun sword in his hand became more and more fierce and ruthless with each strike. Its tragic Daoist aura, capable of slicing through everything and destroying everything in its path, subtly suppressed the domineering power of Duan Yue's sword.

Duan Yue grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Despite having the upper hand in strength, realm, and condition, Xu Ziqian's reckless fighting style, combined with Po Jun's unstoppable sharpness, left him feeling constrained and unable to defeat him for the time being.

What frustrated him even more was that Xu Ziqian felt no pain or fear; all he saw was battle and slaughter.

The two fought from the center of the arena to the edge, their swords and axes flashing, leaving the arena in ruins.

Xu Ziqian was covered in blood, almost becoming a blood-soaked figure, but he never fell, and the Po Jun sword in his hand never stopped.

They fought fiercely for a full three hundred moves!

Finally, when Xu Ziqian took a blow from Duan Yue with his left arm, and at the same time Po Jun narrowly cleaved through Duan Yue's protective blade energy under his ribs and embedded himself directly in Duan Yue's body, Duan Yue's expression changed.

Duan Yue wanted to retreat, but the violent power contained within Po Jun had already destroyed control of half of his body and was spreading wildly throughout his entire body.

Po Jun's power has already reached the half-step Heavenly Monarch realm, containing the origin of the Great Dao.

"You're a madman!"

Looking into Xu Ziqian's cold and crazed eyes, Duan Yue finally felt a surge of relief.

"...I concede."

Duan Yue squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, his face ashen, filled with resentment and humiliation. He had actually been forced to admit defeat by a severely injured peak Tai Cang Realm cultivator.

"Gengwu Region, Martial Arts Arena No. 1, the victor is Xu Ziqian from Danchen Sect!"

As the verdict was announced, Xu Ziqian swayed, but immediately used the Po Jun sword in his hand to support himself and stood firm on the training ground.

"He won? Xu Ziqian won again!"

"Two consecutive attacks! Two rounds of reversal against a half-step Heavenly Monarch!"

"My Dao Ancestor! He actually managed to win today?"

"That's ruthless! Ruthless to himself, and even more ruthless to the enemy! That's a completely reckless fighting style!"

"Duan Yue was actually forced to admit defeat? Xu Ziqian's last move was truly a suicide attack!"

The entire Gengwu region was in complete uproar!

If Xu Ziqian's victory over Mo Li yesterday was somewhat of a Pyrrhic one, and partly due to luck, then his victory today, against Duan Yue, a half-step Heavenly Monarch known for his domineering attacks, is undoubtedly a feat of great strength.

This fully proves that Xu Ziqian's victory yesterday was by no means a fluke. He possesses the terrifying strength and will to break out in desperate situations and overcome the strong with the weak!

"Two consecutive attacks on a half-step Heavenly Lord... This Xu Ziqian is defying the heavens!"

"Its ferocity, its fighting spirit, and its compatibility with the Po Jun formation are simply astonishing!"

"After this battle, Xu Ziqian's name will probably surpass Chen Fei's and that Yan Qi's! After all, he won consecutive victories in a truly awe-inspiring way!"

"Quickly! Adjust the odds for Xu Ziqian immediately!"

The news of Xu Ziqian's rebellion against the Half-Step Heavenly Monarch spread like wildfire, causing such a sensation that it even overshadowed everyone else present.

After all, a hard-fought victory is often more memorable and more likely to ignite the passion and empathy of spectators than an easy one.

Xu Ziqian's image—covered in blood, fighting to the death, and ultimately forcing his opponent to admit defeat—is deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people.

For a time, Xu Ziqian's name became the hottest topic in Tiandu, enjoying unparalleled popularity.

Countless people marveled at his tenacity and ruthlessness, and were also amazed by the fortune of the Danchen Sect.

Two stars in one day is already rare, but now these twin stars are more dazzling and more formidable than the other. How can this not be awe-inspiring?

However, behind the shock and cheers, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Xu Ziqian was putting on a show.

"Although Xu Ziqian won this battle, he almost exhausted everything. If he encounters a half-step Heavenly Lord again, he will undoubtedly be defeated, and his life may even be in danger."

"Yes, the next half-step Heavenly Monarchs will only get stronger and stronger."

"What a pity. If such a person could reach the level of a half-step Heavenly Monarch, he might be able to compete with the top group of people."

"It was a matter of timing and fate. However, the feat of launching two consecutive campaigns was enough to make him famous in the capital and be recorded in history."

The crowd was abuzz with discussion, some praising, some regretting, and others offering calm analysis.

Regardless, Xu Ziqian has written his own legend with his blood and will. How far he can go from here on out truly depends on fate, or rather, luck.

The atmosphere at the Dan Chen Sect's headquarters was heavy yet bustling.

Several elders are doing their best to heal Xu Ziqian. Xu Ziqian's injuries are more serious than expected. However, with a true Heavenly Lord present, as long as he does not die on the spot, the treatment is not a problem.

In the Jiazi area, at the No. 3 training ground, a fierce battle is raging.

Cao Feiyu's opponent was a tall, thin man dressed in dark green, wielding a pair of Emei daggers.

This person is named Ghost Shadow, from the Netherworld Pavilion, which is famous for its secrecy and assassination. His movements are unpredictable and ghostly. His pair of Emei daggers are used to target vital points all over the body. His moves are cunning and ruthless, and they also contain a cold and poisonous force that erodes vital energy and paralyzes the soul.

As soon as the battle began, Cao Feiyu found herself on the defensive.

Ghost Shadow clearly knew Cao Feiyu's weaknesses, so he didn't fight her head-on. Instead, he relied on his ghostly movements to appear and disappear unpredictably in the training ground, launching sneak attacks from various angles.

"Hey!" "Hey!"

The sharp whistling sound of the Emei dagger tearing through the space was incessant. Cao Feiyu used the defensive stance of the Heavenly Sword Technique to its fullest extent, with sword light like a curtain, protecting her entire body.

Her swordsmanship was exquisite, and she could always deflect fatal attacks at the last second.

However, the ghostly figure was too fast and its attacks were too dense. Moreover, its chilling and poisonous energy was penetrating everywhere and constantly eroding her protective sword aura, causing her energy to be consumed more rapidly and her movements to gradually slow down due to the invasion of cold.

"Junior Sister Cao, why struggle on? Just admit defeat and avoid physical pain."

The ghostly figure left afterimages around Cao Feiyu, and eerie voices came from all directions, disturbing her mind.

Cao Feiyu gritted her teeth. She could feel her internal energy rapidly draining away. Several times she tried to counterattack with the fierce moves of the Heavenly Sword Technique to force back the ghostly figure.

However, her opponent always managed to vanish into thin air at crucial moments, causing her attacks to miss and wasting her energy.

She knew she couldn't let this continue. Her opponent was clearly trying to exhaust her energy, preventing her from having a direct confrontation. The longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for her.

"We must force him to confront us head-on!" A resolute glint flashed in Cao Feiyu's eyes.

She once again exerted her Yuan Power, pushing the Undying Spiritual Light to its current limit. A warm spiritual light suddenly shone between her brows. Although the light was much dimmer than at its peak, it still carried that penetrating power that saw through illusion.

Bathed in the spiritual light, the ghostly figure's unpredictable movements became slightly clearer in her eyes. (End of Chapter)