The Tao is far away

"A bloody fight to the death?!" Wang Chi raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

I remember that a month ago, this man from the Ximen family was defeated by him with an overwhelming advantage. Logically, he should not have the courage to challenge me again. There must be something strange behind this sudden challenge.

"Forget it. I have no interest in continuing to fight with you, fellow Taoist." Wang Chi's tone was calm, but revealed a sense of indifference.

"You!" Ximen An was furious. He pointed a finger at Wang Chi and roared angrily, "You bastard, where is the prestige you had a month ago? You humiliated me then, and I must wash away that shame today!"

"Do you think you can hide in this Lingyuan forever? Once you step out of here, my Ximen family has countless masters who will kill you with their swords!" Ximen An's words were full of threats and resentment.

However, Wang Chi remained quite calm in the face of Ximen An's threats and insults. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, but he did not lose his mind.

"He is deliberately trying to provoke you, don't be fooled." Xu Qianyu saw the murderous intent in Wang Chi's eyes, nervously pulled his arm, and reminded him in a low voice.

Wang Chi gently shook off Xu Qianyu's hand and answered confidently: "Don't worry, just watch my performance later."

"You!" Xu Qianyu stamped her feet in anger. "It's up to you. I just hope you don't end up with nothing left."

Of course Wang Chi knew that this was a provocation, but he knew very well that the man in front of him was the kind of person who bullied the weak and feared the strong. If he didn't defeat him, he would inevitably harass him in the future.

The handsome man in white who had been standing next to Ximen'an didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just watched quietly with a smile on his face.

Soon, Wang Chi and Ximen An walked onto the stage together and signed the duel contract face to face.

The so-called contract was extremely brief, with only four words of weight—"No matter life or death!"

After the contract was signed, Wang Chi asked calmly, "I have yet to ask what your name is, Excellency?"

Ximen An looked at Wang Chi's calm demeanor, and the anger and murderous intent in his heart became more intense. He loudly announced his name: "I am Ximen An!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly took out a sharp sword from his storage bag and stabbed at Wang Chi without hesitation.

The long sword flashed with cold light in Ximen An's hand. With the urging of his spiritual power, ten phantoms appeared around the sword. These sword shadows were faster than real swords. They cut through the air and pounced towards Wang Chi with a sharp whistling sound.

Facing such an attack, Wang Chi did not panic. He quickly enlarged the yellow-patterned tripod in his hand to block in front of him, and took on some of the sword shadows' attacks. The sword shadows that penetrated through gathered above his head, forming a huge physical sword shadow, stabbing down with the force of a mountain pressing down on his head.

At the same time, Ximen An, who was floating in the air, turned his body, held the sword in both hands and stabbed the ground, emitting a blue crescent-shaped sword energy. Then, with the help of the reaction force of this attack, he turned backwards and slashed out another round of blue crescent-shaped sword energy. This series of actions was extremely smooth and was completed in just a few breaths.

Wang Chi's movements were not slow at all. He took out a long sword covered with black lines. This sword belonged to Li Hao from Huangni Village.

Wang Chi also used spiritual energy to stimulate its power, and once again covered himself with the giant tripod.

The black sword shot out and turned into a giant sword that was ten feet long. It carried an indestructible momentum and pierced through the two blue half-moon sword energies, pointing directly at the opponent's vital points.

At the moment when the two sides' offense and defense were intertwined, a dazzling light burst out from the giant tripod, as if a small sun exploded in the center of the arena, and the strong light submerged the entire arena.

The monks who were watching the excitement all exclaimed, what a wonderful fight!

Xu Qianyu, who was wearing a black palace dress, frowned slightly and couldn't help but worry about Wang Chi.

Even though they had misunderstandings before and even showed murderous intent, during the time they spent together, she only knew that this was her friend.

The handsome man also frowned and muttered, "Ximen An, this waste!" His voice was so soft that only he could hear it.

The light faded, and only one person was left standing on the stage.

The man was tall and straight, and although his appearance was ordinary, there was a look of determination on his face, which gave people another surprising feeling.

Wang Chi won!