Tyrant Sky Martial Soul
Chapter 687: Martial Arts Festival - Part 1

Chapter 687: Chapter 687: Martial Arts Festival - Part 1

Tyrant Sky Tiger actually achieved a breakthrough after battling with Ling Xiao, his body wrapped in a wildly fierce True Essence, as if a giant tiger was about to completely tear Jian Wuji apart.

However, Jian Wuji just smiled faintly, raised his hand, and a sword light broke through the air.

The thin-as-cicada-wing sword light actually blocked the ferocious offensive of Tyrant Sky Tiger, and Jian Wuji’s face still bore a casual smile.

To him, this fight was so insignificant that it didn’t even possess the value for a sparring match.

Even in his second form, Tyrant Sky Tiger was still not worth mentioning before him.

"Defeated!"

Jian Wuji shouted, and the sword light suddenly surged.

Boom!

After desperately resisting for a moment, Tyrant Sky Tiger’s body was finally thrown out.

He was defeated utterly and completely.

After three moves.

Cough cough!

Tyrant Sky Tiger landed on the ground, coughing loudly with blood spurting out from his mouth—just one move had left him seriously injured.

This was merely a sparring match; had it been a true fight to the death, Tyrant Sky Tiger would probably be a corpse by now.

"Terrifying ’Sword King Sacred Scripture.’ Jian Wuji didn’t even use any techniques, right? Just a casual sword and he defeated Tyrant Sky Tiger?"

"Truly worthy of being one of the Six Young Masters of the Sacred Dynasty, his reputation is no empty boast!"

"If Jian Wuji is this powerful, to what horrifying extent might those ranked above him be?"

The young geniuses of the Moon Hua Sect and the Beast King Palace all lamented in their hearts.

It was fortunate that they had come out; otherwise, if they had stayed within their sects, how would they have known that among martial artists below twenty, there existed someone this formidable?

After his victory, Jian Wuji turned his gaze towards Ling Xiao, carrying a hint of proud aloofness and domineering spirit.

Ling Xiao believed that even if Lan Yu’er and Tyrant Sky Tiger joined forces, they would only suffer a crushing defeat before this Jian Wuji.

This guy was simply too strong!

"Ling Xiao, do you admit defeat?"

Jian Wuji arrogantly asked.

He indeed had the capital to be arrogant.

Because he was truly very strong.

Ling Xiao secretly estimated that even if he reached his tenth form, he probably wouldn’t be able to defeat this guy, unless he entered the Ancient Golden Dragon Form, utilizing the full power of the Hell Dragon Soul in combination with the Mountain and River Martial Soul, only then might he possibly defeat Jian Wuji.

But it would at best be a pyrrhic victory.

Yet, in this battle, he didn’t need to win.

To draw would be to triumph!

This way, he wouldn’t need to reveal too many of his cards; he just needed to fight in his Human-Dragon Form, combined with Ye Gushan Martial Soul along with some abilities of the Hell Dragon Soul, to remain invincible.

He should be able to fight about three hundred moves undefeated.

That’s what he judged.

Because he believed that Jian Wuji couldn’t possibly display everything he had learned either, after all, this was just a sparring session, and the genuine battle that would decide the future was at the Sacred Dynasty Martial Arts Festival.

Including him and Jian Wuji, they would both keep some things hidden.

"How can I admit defeat without having fought?"

With that thought, Ling Xiao slowly stood up.

Jian Wuji was very powerful, but such an opponent made the battle all the more meaningful.

"Let’s end today’s tri-sect martial gathering here. Ling Xiao, you can’t possibly be a match for Jian Wuji, why don’t you step down?"

Just as Ling Xiao was preparing to face off with Jian Wuji, Chen Nanxing suddenly stopped them.

Chen Nanxing naturally had his reasons.

Ling Xiao was a dead man walking, and this battle was completely unnecessary.

If Jian Wuji won, it would be meaningless.

And if Jian Wuji drew or lost, his Sword King Sect could not afford that kind of embarrassment.

"That’s right, if I were to fight you, it would be a case of the strong bullying the weak. Wait until you reach the Half-step Celestial cultivation level, then it won’t be too late for us to fight. After all, the Sacred Dynasty Martial Arts Festival is about to take place, and you should be planning to participate, right?"

Jian Wuji understood what Chen Nanxing meant, so he simply responded with a faint remark and then returned to his seat.

Ling Xiao smiled slightly and said, "Very well, on the Martial Arts Festival, I’ll take that Sixth Young Master title away from you!"

If the other party kept avoiding the fight, he couldn’t force them to engage.

After all, the people from the Sword King Sect had thick skins.

Moreover, drawing with Jian Wuji during the three Sects’ martial meeting didn’t really make sense; to utterly defeat Jian Wuji at the Martial Arts Festival would be the best course of action. By then, even Chen Nanxing would have no grounds to object.

"I’ll be waiting! I just doubt you have the ability!"

Jian Wuji let out a cold laugh and closed his eyes again.

"Today’s three Sects’ martial meeting has come to a perfect end. Next, as the host, I will provide some comments on the participating competitors."

This was the usual practice at Tri-Sect martial meetings, mainly aimed to enhance the strength of the disciples of the three Sects, with the comments given by the host Sect Master.

Chen Nanxing was somewhat dissatisfied with the Beast King Palace, mainly because the disciples of the Beast King Palace had been defeated by all the disciples from the Moon Hua Sect, which annoyed him quite a bit.

Thus, when he spoke, he was not very polite.

From Tyrant Sky Tiger to She Jiao, almost every disciple from the Beast King Palace was criticized so harshly by him that it was as if they didn’t have a single strength worth mentioning.

"Of course, Ying Wu Ya has potential, but he needs to work harder, otherwise, our Eastern Three Sects will be the laughingstock!"

Towards the end, seeming to realize that the Beast King Palace Master’s expression had turned sour, Chen Nanxing then added another sentence.

"Sect Master Chen’s words are most enlightening, I will certainly strive harder," Ying Wu Ya responded, having now completely lowered his pride. He no longer considered himself a high-and-mighty genius; he was just an ordinary person, an ordinary martial artist, and he needed to start from the beginning.

Without the resolve to start fresh, he would never surpass Ling Xiao.

Not to mention Jian Wuji.

After commenting on the disciples from Beast King Palace, Chen Nanxing turned his gaze towards Moon Hua Sect.

The Moon Hua Sect had brought five people, but in fact, only four had fought. Tantai Lingzi had not competed, and it seemed she had no intention to do so.

Chen Nanxing’s first appraisal was for Lan Yu’er.

"If you can cultivate the second volume of the Moonlight Sacred Scripture to the first layer, then perhaps you can make it into the top one hundred of the Sacred Dynasty Martial Arts Festival. If not, you’ll be just one of the crowd, squandering the Divine Book!"

A Half-step Celestial with fifty percent strength, who has also been cultivating the Moonlight Sacred Scripture, could barely make it into the top one hundred?

How strong could the experts from these Twelve Sects be?

You must know that Lan Yu’er is the number one core disciple of Moon Hua Sect.

The words of Chen Nanxing made Ling Xiao and others from Moon Hua Sect somewhat dissatisfied.

"You really shouldn’t feel resentful. To enter the top one hundred, reaching a Half-step Celestial with fifty percent strength is the most basic requirement! They say it’s the twelve Sects of the Sacred Dynasty, but in reality, among the top one hundred, just the number one ranked Heavenly King Sect occupies fifty spots!

The number two ranked Jade Water Divine Palace takes up thirty of the places.

Additionally, the third-ranked Mysterious Fire Sect takes up ten spots.

Basically, these three Sects occupy ninety of the spots, and the remaining ten will be divided among the nine other Sects!"

Chen Nanxing sneered, "It’s normal for your Moon Hua Sect to be unaware of this because your disciples have never made it to the finals in the Martial Arts Festival. They were eliminated in just the preliminary rounds."

At this point, a clear smirk of mockery appeared at the corner of Chen Nanxing’s mouth.