No hope for eternal life

"You are indeed worthy of my full effort." Han Tao said secretly in his heart, and at the same time, he swung the sword in his hand and easily dissolved the wind blades from Bai Xuanyu's attack.

Immediately afterwards, Han Tao's figure flashed like a flash of lightning, and in an instant he was close to Bai Xuanyu, and immediately swept away with a sword.

Seeing the sudden attack of the sword, Bai Xuanyu's face changed slightly. He was obviously frightened by Han Tao's extreme speed. He only had time to use the folding fan in his hand to block the opponent's sword that was sweeping towards him.

"Swish." The folding fan in Bai Xuanyu's hand looked like paper, but it was actually extremely tough. Even if it was hit by Han Tao's third-grade spiritual sword, sparks flew, but it only bent slightly, without leaving any sword marks.

Bai Xuanyu took advantage of the power of Han Tao's sword and retreated with the fan, widening the distance between the two again.

However, even though Bai Xuanyu used the force to retreat, his face was still a little pale, and it seemed that he was shocked by Han Tao's sword power and suffered internal injuries.

"Wow." The people in the audience were in an uproar. Everything that just happened happened in a flash. It was not until now that everyone reacted. They were all shocked by Han Tao's speed.

"What a fast speed." Mu Changsheng's face also changed. If Han Tao had used this speed to deal with him before, he might not even have the chance to use the summoning talisman.

While everyone was discussing, Bai Xuanyu on the stage calmed down, chuckled, waved his fan and said: "So your trump card is strength training."

I am not afraid of the other party having a trump card, but I am afraid of not knowing the other party's trump card. Once I know it, I will naturally have a corresponding way to deal with it.

"So you are a sword cultivator who practices strength training. No wonder." Mu Changsheng was a little surprised when he heard this. The so-called strength training is similar to body training, but the difference is that body training trains the cultivator's physical body, while strength training trains the cultivator's magic power.

Simply put, a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage can, through continuous strength training, make his Foundation Establishment Stage magic power comparable to that of the Golden Core Stage. With the help of this powerful magic power to perform various methods, including speed, will naturally be greatly improved. This is the significance of strength training.

"No wonder he was able to easily break my golden arrow talisman before." Mu Changsheng understood something in his mind. Although he was not sure whether Han Tao's power refining realm had reached the golden elixir realm, there was no doubt that the opponent's magic power was no longer comparable to that of an ordinary foundation-building cultivator.

On the stage, Han Tao said coldly to Bai Xuanyu: "What can you do now that you know?"

Bai Xuanyu smiled dumbly upon hearing this, shook his head slightly, and said mockingly: "Just because you have a little advantage in magic power, do you think you can go to heaven?"

There was no shortage of cultivators who practiced strength training in every Foundation Establishment Realm martial arts test. Bai Xuanyu even knew that some sons of princes and nobles had started practicing strength training since childhood in order to prepare for the martial arts tests. Their foundation-building powers were comparable to those of Golden Core Realm cultivators, which made them much more powerful than Han Tao.

From the contact just now, Bai Xuanyu can at least be sure of one thing, that Han Tao’s power refining realm has not yet fully entered the Golden Core level, and at most can be considered a half-step Golden Core.

Han Tao was a little angry when he heard Bai Xuanyu's sarcastic words, but he didn't say any more nonsense. He moved at high speed again and attacked Bai Xuanyu, wanting to speak with his strength!

Bai Xuanyu was just caught off guard by Han Tao, but he was already prepared.

When Han Tao moved, Bai Xuanyu also took action. He gently swung the folding fan in his hand and threw it from his right hand to his left hand.

Bai Xuanyu had just finished changing the fan with his hands when Han Tao, holding a long sword, stabbed at him again.

"Snap." Bai Xuanyu opened the folding fan with his left hand and used the same trick again to block Han Tao's sword thrust with the fan.

Just when everyone thought that Bai Xuanyu would use the force to retreat again, Bai Xuanyu's legs were rooted on the ring like a mountain, and he did not retreat at all.

Then, Bai Xuanyu clenched his right hand into a fist and punched Han Tao on the chest.

This time it was Han Tao's turn to be caught off guard. He really didn't expect that Bai Xuanyu was not only a formation master, but also a body cultivator!

Although Han Tao had made some progress in his strength training, he still couldn't withstand such a solid punch from Bai Xuanyu. His figure flew backwards in an instant, his face flushed, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood in the air. Finally, he flew backwards out of the arena and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." Several monks dressed in official attire surrounded Han Tao and started to treat him. They were the healing pharmacists that the county lieutenant had mentioned before.

"Bai Xuanyu wins." The referee announced immediately.

On the ring, Bai Xuanyu once again switched the folding fan back to his right hand. The reason why he changed hands just now was because the power of his right fist was a little stronger than that of his left fist. Even a lion would use all its strength to fight a rabbit, not to mention that he was facing a sword cultivator who practiced sword skills.

Then, Bai Xuanyu clasped his fists towards Han Tao in the audience and said, "I admit it."

At this time, Han Tao, who was lying on the ground, was breathing weakly. He felt even more anxious when he heard Bai Xuanyu's words. He thought of the other party's appearance of being injured by the sword force before, which was definitely pretended. With Bai Xuanyu's physique as a body cultivator, how could he be easily injured.

"I don't accept it. This is unfair." Han Tao shouted, supported himself with his hands, sat up suddenly, and stared at Bai Xuanyu on the stage.

On the stage, before Bai Xuanyu opened his mouth to speak, the referee next to him could no longer stand. Hearing someone question the unfairness of the competition, he thought it would destroy his own rice bowl. He had noticed that the focus of the entire audience was gathered here, including the county lord and the county lieutenant.

So the referee stepped forward and asked Han Tao unkindly, "Why do you think it's unfair?"

Han Tao pointed his finger at Bai Xuanyu on the stage and said unwillingly: "The folding fan in his hand can be regarded as a defensive spiritual weapon, which violates the rules of the competition."

The referee was immediately disdainful when he heard this. "Talking about the rules of the competition? I'm much more familiar with that stuff than you are." He said in a mocking tone, "The martial arts test rules define defensive spiritual weapons as follows: only spiritual weapons that contain defensive formations can be considered defensive spiritual weapons. There is no defensive formation in Bai Xuanyu's folding fan, so it is naturally not a defensive spiritual weapon. Your accusation is like you are competing with a monk with a knife, and the other party uses the knife to block your sword. Can you say that the other party's knife is also a defensive spiritual weapon?"

"You..." Han Tao was speechless for a while. After a long while, he spoke again: "Well, even if what you said just now is right, he can use the folding fan to set up the formation. Doesn't this destroy the fairness of the competition? What explanation do you have for this?"

Just as the referee was about to refute Han Tao again, the county lord Gao Xuan on the high platform had already stood up and said before the referee: "No need to argue anymore, there is no problem with this competition. Remember what I said, no matter how perfect the competition rules are, they cannot guarantee absolute fairness, because there is no absolute fairness in this world. If you have the ability, go get yourself a folding fan like that, and no one will stop you from using it."

"But..." Han Tao wanted to say something, but his ears seemed to hear a spring thunder, making him dizzy. Then, a very majestic voice came into his ears: "Shut your mouth."

When Han Tao heard this, his mouth, which was about to open to speak, closed instantly. He recognized that it was the voice of County Lord Gao Xuan, but County Lord Gao Xuan on the stage did not speak a word. It was obviously a secret sound transmission technique that was difficult for others to detect.

It was not until this moment that Han Tao finally realized that it was stupid of him to question the fairness of the competition in public. This was equivalent to pointing at Gao Xuan's nose and scolding him for not doing his job well. Therefore, he had to shut up and say nothing.

"Boo." In the audience, Qiu Du took the lead in booing and mocking Han Tao. It was obvious that he looked down on Han Tao's performance of not being able to accept defeat.

Han Tao turned his head following the voice and looked at Qiu Du with hatred in his eyes. Although he didn't say anything else, he held a grudge against him in his heart.

In the audience, Mu Changsheng was also sighing, and repeatedly lamented: "I didn't expect that Bai Xuanyu is also a physical cultivator, and judging from the power of that punch, his physical realm is probably not low. But now at least we all know their trump cards."

After Bai Xuanyu's competition ended, the other four competitions also ended quickly. Among them, Wang Yuanlong's performance was the most eye-catching. He crushed his opponent with his dual swords, which was a vindication for himself. It was not that he was not strong enough, but that Bai Xuanyu was too good at hiding.