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After adjusting his form, Senior Brother Lieyang launched another attack, unleashing his renowned skill, "Scorching Sky." A massive flaming blade, carrying the terrifying power to incinerate everything, roared towards Ren Xiaoyao, seemingly intent on devouring him completely.

The disciples in the audience exclaimed in surprise, all of them sweating for Ren Xiaoyao. This move, "Scorching Flames Burning the Sky," was Senior Brother Lieyang's famous skill. It was extremely powerful, having once split a mountain in half with a single blow. Few in the sect could withstand it.

Facing this fierce attack, Ren Xiaoyao remained unfazed. He quickly formed seals with his hands and shouted, "A Thousand Miles of Ice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature of the surrounding air plummeted. A powerful icy force surged from Ren Xiaoyao's body, quickly condensing into a huge ice wall in front of him. The ice wall was crystal clear, emitting a chilling cold air, like an indestructible barrier.

"boom!"

The flaming blade slammed fiercely into the ice wall, creating a deafening explosion. A massive shockwave swept through, violently oscillating the surrounding air. The clashing power of flame and ice stirred up a vast icy mist that enveloped the entire arena.

Everyone in the audience stared intently at the arena, trying to get a clear view of what was happening inside. However, the thick icy fog obscured everyone's view. They could only hear the sound of weapons clashing but could not see the specifics of the battle.

Xia Lin stood anxiously in the crowd, her beautiful eyes fixed on the direction of the arena, and she silently prayed for Ren Xiaoyao in her heart: "Brother Xiaoyao, you must win!"

Under the cover of the icy fog, Ren Xiaoyao's figure moved like a ghost, rapidly approaching Senior Brother Lieyang. He knew that this was his best chance and he had to fight quickly!

Senior Brother Lieyang was also caught off guard by this sudden change. He waved his long sword, trying to disperse the surrounding icy fog. However, the icy power released by Ren Xiaoyao was extremely powerful, and the icy fog could not dissipate for a long time.

"not good!"

Senior Brother Lieyang cried out in his heart, and a bad premonition came to his mind.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a fierce murderous aura coming from behind him. He was startled and quickly turned around to resist.

However, it's too late...

Ren Xiaoyao's figure flashed out from the icy mist, and the long sword in his hand, with a sharp sword energy, stabbed towards Senior Brother Lieyang.

"Xiaoyao Sword Technique, broken!"

With this sword, Ren Xiaoyao held nothing back, pouring all his strength after breaking through the bottleneck into it.

The sword flashed like lightning, swift as a startled wild goose. Brother Lieyang felt his vision blur as an overwhelming, unstoppable force struck him head-on. He hastily raised his sword to block, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The sword in his hand was instantly knocked away, and a sharp pain shot through his chest.

Ren Xiaoyao's sword tip rested firmly on Senior Brother Lieyang's chest, less than an inch from his heart. The sharp sword energy slashed a thin gash in his shirt, and a trickle of blood slowly oozed out.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and the icy mist that filled the arena gradually dissipated, revealing the two figures facing each other. Ren Xiaoyao stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his sword gleaming with a cold light; Senior Brother Lieyang half-knelt on the ground, his face pale, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.

He never imagined that he would be defeated by Ren Xiaoyao, and defeated so thoroughly. Before this, he had never taken Ren Xiaoyao seriously, always thinking that he was just a nobody who had luckily entered the sect competition.

However, reality gave him a hard slap in the face. Ren Xiaoyao's strength far exceeded his imagination, and the power of that sword made him terrified.

"I... I lost..." Senior Brother Lieyang uttered these words with difficulty, his tone full of bitterness.

Ren Xiaoyao slowly retracted his sword, looking at him calmly without saying a word. He knew that in this battle, he had proven his strength and earned everyone's respect.

On the high platform, Elder Xuanfeng slowly stood up, his eyes swept across the entire audience, and he announced in a deep voice: "This battle, Ren Xiaoyao wins!"

Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard throughout the square.

There was complete silence around the ring.

Everyone was stunned by the scene just now. They never thought that Ren Xiaoyao could actually defeat Senior Brother Lieyang, and win with such an overwhelming advantage.

Senior Brother Lieyang struggled to his feet and stumbled off the stage. He looked somewhat desolate, his former pride and confidence completely gone.

Ren Xiaoyao stood on the stage, feeling the various gazes from the people around him, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of pride in his heart. He knew that this was just the beginning, and he still had a long way to go.

His gaze slowly turned towards the audience, where he saw Charlene. She was looking at him anxiously, her eyes filled with worry.

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly and nodded gently at her, indicating that he was fine.

Seeing Ren Xiaoyao's smile, Xia Lin's heart finally relaxed. She knew that he had won, he had finally won!

At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out: "Junior Brother Xiaoyao, congratulations!"

Ren Xiaoyao turned his head and saw Senior Sister Leng Yue walking slowly towards him. She had a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were full of complicated expressions.

"Senior Sister Leng Yue..." Ren Xiaoyao nodded slightly, but he felt a little confused. Senior Sister Leng Yue never liked to socialize with others, so why would she come to congratulate him today?

Senior Sister Leng Yue walked up to Ren Xiaoyao, stopped, looked at him with burning eyes, and said slowly: "Your strength is indeed very strong..."

She paused, then continued, "But I hope you won't become complacent. There's still a long way to go..."

After saying that, she looked at Ren Xiaoyao deeply, then turned and left.

As Ren Xiaoyao watched Senior Sister Leng Yue leave, an inexplicable feeling suddenly rose in his heart...

The audience fell silent at first, absorbed in the spectacular match, savoring the brilliance of Ren Xiaoyao's final sword strike. Then, someone suddenly started clapping, and thunderous applause instantly resounded throughout the square, flooding towards Ren Xiaoyao like a tide.

Xia Lin's face was covered with tears from excitement. She rushed to the ring, hugged Ren Xiaoyao, and said in a choked voice: "Xiaoyao, you are so amazing! I knew you could do it!"

Ren Xiaoyao gently patted Xia Lin's back and soothed her softly, "It's okay, I'm fine. Don't worry." He looked around at the enthusiastic faces and felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew that he was no longer the new disciple who had just entered the sect and was ignored by everyone.

He let go of Xia Lin and looked towards Elder Xuanfeng at the referee's table. He asked respectfully, "Excuse me, Elder, may I leave now?"

Elder Xuanfeng stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration: "Go, have a good rest, and prepare for the next game."

Ren Xiaoyao nodded, took Xia Lin's hand and walked off the stage. Every time they passed by, they would attract cheers and admiration from the surrounding crowd.

"Xiaoyao, you're so amazing! Even Senior Brother Lieyang is no match for you!"

"Yeah, that last sword move of yours was so cool! I didn't even see how you made that move!"

"Xiaoyao, you will definitely win the championship of this sect competition!"

Facing the crowd's praise, Ren Xiaoyao simply smiled modestly. He knew that although he had defeated Senior Brother Lieyang, it was only a small step towards final victory. In the next competition, he would face even more powerful opponents.

He gazed at the remaining contestants below the stage, his gaze gradually sharpening. Most of those contestants came from powerful branches within the sect, each possessing unique skills and not to be underestimated. One young man in particular, clad in a cyan robe and with a stern face, stared intently at Ren Xiaoyao with a hawk-like gaze, a meaningful smile curling his lips.

"Xiaoyao, what's wrong?" Xia Lin noticed that something was wrong with Ren Xiaoyao. She followed his gaze, but only saw a bunch of unfamiliar faces.

Ren Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze, shook his head gently, and said, "Nothing, let's go." He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, his heart filled with fighting spirit. He knew that the real challenge had just begun...

"The next match is between Ren Xiaoyao and…" Elder Xuanfeng's voice rang out again from the high platform. His gaze swept across the remaining contestants, finally landing on the young man in the green robe, "Qingyun Hall, Lu Qingyun!"

"Qingyun Hall, Lu Qingyun..."

The audience was buzzing with discussion, and many of the participating disciples exchanged glances, their eyes filled with a hint of fear. Qingyun Hall was one of the most powerful branches within the sect, and every disciple was exceptionally skilled. Lu Qingyun was a standout among them, rumored to have already reached the bottleneck of the Xiantian realm, and was only one step away from a breakthrough.

"Xiaoyao, this Lu Qingyun is not easy to deal with." Senior Brother Lieyang came to Ren Xiaoyao's side at some point, his tone filled with worry. "I've fought him before. His Qingyun swordsmanship is unpredictable, and his spiritual power is so strong that I almost have no power to resist."

Ren Xiaoyao nodded slightly, indicating that he understood. He naturally knew the difficulty of this match, but he had no fear in his heart. Instead, he was burning with fighting spirit.

In the following matches, Ren Xiaoyao relied on his exquisite swordsmanship and agile body movements to defeat his opponents one by one and successfully advanced to the finals. Each victory strengthened his confidence and made those opponents who originally looked down on him take notice of him.

On the eve of the finals, the leader specially summoned Ren Xiaoyao, encouraged him earnestly, and handed him a bottle of precious elixir to help him recover his spiritual power.

"Xiaoyao, you are the hope of our Tianjian Sect. I believe you can overcome all difficulties and achieve ultimate victory!" The Sect Leader's kind eyes were full of expectations.

"Disciple will definitely live up to the master's expectations!" Ren Xiaoyao took the pill with both hands and said in a firm tone.

On the day of the finals, the entire Tianjian Sect was immersed in a tense and enthusiastic atmosphere. The square was packed with people, and every seat was occupied. Everyone's attention was focused on the two figures on the stage - Ren Xiaoyao and Lu Qingyun.

"Xiaoyao, come on!" Xia Lin stood in the crowd, her hands clenched, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and expectation.

Feeling Xia Lin's gaze, Ren Xiaoyao turned and smiled at her, giving her a reassuring look. Then, he took a deep breath, turned his gaze to Lu Qingyun across from him, and slowly drew his sword.

"Please enlighten me."

"war!"

Lu Qingyun didn't say much. He shook the sword in his hand, and a green sword light broke through the air and went straight to Ren Xiaoyao's face.

Ren Xiaoyao flashed and easily avoided the sword light. At the same time, he turned his wrist and the long sword turned into a silver lightning, piercing Lu Qingyun's chest.

For a moment, sword light flashed, spiritual power surged, and two figures fought fiercely on the ring, and it was difficult to determine the winner.

After the previous battles, Ren Xiaoyao consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but he had no time to rest because of the final showdown...

"Boom!"

The huge drum in the center of the square was struck!