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After the previous battles, Ren Xiaoyao had consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but he had no time to rest because the final showdown was about to begin. The roar of the giant drum seemed to beat on his heart, foreshadowing the cruelty and glory of this battle.

He looked up across at the opponent in the finals. He was a tall, upright young man dressed in a dark, tight-fitting suit. His face was stern, his eyes sharp as a hawk's. He exuded a powerful aura, like a beast poised for action, a force to be reckoned with.

"Who is he? Why have we never seen him before?" The disciples watching the fight below the stage were talking about it, obviously knowing nothing about this mysterious opponent.

"He is the chief disciple of the Tianxing Sect, Murong Fu." Elder Xuanfeng's voice echoed over the square. "This boy is gifted and has an astonishing cultivation speed. At only twenty years old, he has already broken through to the late Jindan stage. His strength should not be underestimated."

The elder's words sent the entire crowd into an uproar. The Tianxing Sect was a powerful sect on par with the Tianjian Sect, and Murong Fu, as its chief disciple, was a leader among them. Although Ren Xiaoyao had fought his way through the various challenges and performed exceptionally well, facing such a formidable opponent, the outcome was still unpredictable.

"Xiaoyao, be careful!" Xia Lin's heart was in her throat, and her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, calmed his slightly turbulent Qi Sea, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, pointed the sword tip directly at Murong Fu opposite him, and said in a deep voice: "Please teach me!"

Murong Fu said nothing, only a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth as his right hand slowly grasped the hilt of his sword. An invisible pressure emanated from him, enveloping the entire arena.

"Boom!"

Another drum sounded, announcing the start of the final battle.

The moment the drumbeats faded, Murong Fu moved. His figure flashed, disappearing like a ghost. The next moment, a sharp sword energy appeared without warning before Ren Xiaoyao, aiming straight for his throat.

"So fast!" Ren Xiaoyao was shocked and quickly dodged to the side.

The sword energy brushed past the tip of his nose, leaving a faint trace of blood on his cheek. However, this was only the beginning...

Murong Fu's attack came like a violent storm. His moves were so strange and unpredictable that Ren Xiaoyao was unable to cope with them for a while and could only keep dodging.

"Is this the Tianxing Sect's unique skill?" Ren Xiaoyao thought to himself, "It really lives up to its reputation!"

He dodged Murong Fu's attacks while trying to find his opponent's flaws. However, Murong Fu's offensive was airtight and did not give him any chance to breathe.

"We can't go on like this!" Ren Xiaoyao knew in his heart that if he continued to passively defend like this, the opponent would find his flaws sooner or later, and defeat would only be a matter of time.

Thinking of this, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he decided to take a risk...

"choke!"

With a crisp sword sound, the longsword in Ren Xiaoyao's hand suddenly erupted with a dazzling silver light... "Clang!" With a crisp sword sound, the longsword in Ren Xiaoyao's hand suddenly erupted with a dazzling silver light. This light did not come from the sword itself, but from the spiritual power surging within him. He poured all his spiritual power into the longsword without reservation, and the sword vibrated and hummed, as if trying to break free from his control.

Murong Fu's attack remained fierce, his sword energy like frost, chilling him. Each strike aimed directly at Ren Xiaoyao's vital points, each one deadly. His figure was erratic, like a ghost, making it difficult to grasp.

Ren Xiaoyao didn't dare be careless. He activated the Heavenly Sword Art to its full potential, his body swift as the wind, twisting and turning on the ring, narrowly avoiding attack after attack. Sweat soaked his clothes, but he didn't dare relax. He knew that the slightest mistake would lead to his utter destruction.

While dodging, Ren Xiaoyao gradually discovered that although Murong Fu's attacks were extremely fast and powerful, his attack patterns were relatively simple, seemingly overly reliant on speed and power, lacking variety. He always habitually attacked from the left, then quickly retreated and attacked from the left again.

"He's fast, but he relies too much on attacking from the left side. That's his weakness!" Ren Xiaoyao thought to himself, a glint in his eyes. He decided to use speed to counter speed, exploiting Murong Fu's attacking habits and looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Murong Fu, seeing that his attacks were failing, grew increasingly impatient. He had originally thought that with his immense strength and speed, he could quickly defeat Ren Xiaoyao, but he hadn't expected him to be so formidable. Although his attacks were fierce, he still couldn't truly hit Ren Xiaoyao.

"Boy, all you can do is hide?" Murong Fu snorted coldly, with a hint of disdain in his tone, "Show me your true abilities!"

Ren Xiaoyao ignored Murong Fu's provocation, still concentrating on dodging his opponent's attacks while secretly gathering strength, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back. He knew he had to seize the opportunity and win with one strike.

The audience in the audience was dazzled. They only saw two figures moving quickly on the ring, with swords flashing and sword energy everywhere, but they could not see the specific moves at all.

"This...this is too fast!"

"It's like two lightning bolts colliding!"

"It's incredible that Ren Xiaoyao could hold on for so long!"

Xia Lin's heart was also hanging in the air. She clenched her fists tightly, and her palms were full of sweat. She knew that Ren Xiaoyao was under tremendous pressure at the moment, but she was powerless and could only pray for him silently.

The head of the sect and Elder Xuanfeng were also closely watching the situation on the ring. They both saw Ren Xiaoyao's intention, but didn't know whether he could succeed.

At this moment, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly stopped dodging. He took a deep breath, a gleam of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"It's time to end..." He said softly, and although his voice was soft, it was clearly heard throughout the square.

The long sword in his hand shone even brighter...

Ren Xiaoyao moved!

He tapped the ground with his toes and shot out like an arrow, so fast that he left a trail of shadow in his wake. This was the movement technique he had practiced so hard for so long—the Phantom Step.

The situation on the ring reversed instantly, and Murong Fu, who had previously held the upper hand, was now somewhat flustered. Ren Xiaoyao's figure flickered around him like a ghost, and each appearance brought with it a sharp sword energy, making him unable to defend himself.

"What kind of movement is this?" Murong Fu was shocked. He had never seen such a strange and unpredictable movement before. It was as if the opponent could move instantly. He tried to suppress Ren Xiaoyao with a faster speed, but found that he could not catch the opponent's movement trajectory at all.

Ren Xiaoyao's attacks became increasingly fierce, each strike aimed squarely at Murong Fu's vital points. His swordsmanship was exquisite, each move ruthless yet flowing with a fluidity like flowing water.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of weapons clashing continued to ring out, and dazzling sparks erupted with every exchange. The atmosphere in the ring became increasingly tense, and the audience even forgot to breathe, fearing to miss any detail.

Murong Fu gradually felt exhausted. His physical strength was rapidly depleted in the high-speed battle, while Ren Xiaoyao fought more and more bravely, as if he knew no fatigue. Sweat began to seep out of his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

He knew that he couldn't go on like this and had to find the opponent's weakness as soon as possible, otherwise he would surely be defeated!

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Murong Fu's eyes. He decided to go all out and use his strongest move - "Wild Wind Killing Sword".

The wind is howling and the sword energy is everywhere!

Murong Fu poured all the spiritual power in his body into this sword. The sword body made a sharp buzzing sound, as if it was going to tear the space apart.

Facing this devastating blow, Ren Xiaoyao remained remarkably calm. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his spiritual energy on the tip of his sword, and then swung it fiercely.

"break!"

A dazzling silver sword light cut through the void and collided with Murong Fu's sword energy.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the ring was filled with smoke and dust, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the final result.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Ren Xiaoyao was still standing steadily in the center of the ring, while Murong Fu was kneeling on one knee, with the long sword in his hand broken into two pieces.

"You lost." Ren Xiaoyao said lightly, without any emotion in his tone.

Murong Fu's face was pale and his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he knew that he had been defeated and was defeated wholeheartedly.

Ren Xiaoyao retracted his sword, turned to look at the headmaster and elders sitting on the judging panel, and slowly said, "I have fulfilled my mission and have..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Elder Xuanfeng, "Wait a minute!"

"...we have already defeated Murong Fu and won this sect competition," Elder Xuanfeng's booming voice echoed throughout the martial arts arena. "But!" He paused deliberately, whetting everyone's appetite. The arena was completely silent, with only the rustling of flags in the wind as the sound. Ren Xiaoyao's heart couldn't help but rise, a sense of unease welling up in his heart.

Elder Xuanfeng looked around, his gaze finally landing on Ren Xiaoyao. He smiled meaningfully, "According to tradition, the winner of the competition will receive a divine weapon forged by the sect. This year, you will not only receive a ready-made divine weapon, but also an opportunity—a chance to forge a divine weapon yourself!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire audience erupted in an uproar. Some were amazed, some envious, and some questioned. For a young disciple, personally forging a divine artifact was both a tremendous honor and a tremendous challenge. Forging a divine artifact required exceptional skill and understanding; the slightest mistake could lead to failure.

Ren Xiaoyao felt a mixture of emotions. He understood that this was both the sect's recognition of him and a test. He took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Elder Xuanfeng, "I will do my best to live up to the sect's high expectations!"

The headmaster slowly stood up, walked over to Ren Xiaoyao, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Xiaoyao, we all see your talent and perseverance. This time, forging a divine weapon will not only test your strength, but also temper your character. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you must maintain a steadfast heart, only then can you achieve the great way."

Ren Xiaoyao saluted again, "Disciple will remember the master's teachings!"

The Sect Leader nodded, turned to the crowd, and announced the end of the sect competition. Suddenly, cheers and congratulations filled the air. Ren Xiaoyao stood in the center of the arena, savoring this glorious moment. He saw Xia Lin's excited smile in the crowd, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He knew that no matter how many challenges lay ahead, he would not be alone.

Over the next few days, Ren Xiaoyao became the center of attention within the sect. Countless disciples came to him to ask for advice on cultivation, and many elders expressed their praise and encouragement. But he didn't let the praise get to his head; he knew clearly that the real challenge had only just begun.

The night before heading to the Weapon Refining Valley, Xia Lin found Ren Xiaoyao. The moonlight shone on her face, making her look particularly gentle. "Xiaoyao, we're going to the Weapon Refining Valley tomorrow. Are you nervous?"

Ren Xiaoyao smiled slightly, "I'm not nervous, I'm just a little excited. I heard that there are all kinds of rare treasures hidden in the Weapon Refining Valley, I really want to see them."

Xia Lin also smiled, "Me too! I heard there are many ancient refining manuals there. Maybe we can find some opportunities to improve our strength!"

The two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with longing for the future. The next morning, Ren Xiaoyao and Xia Lin bid farewell to the Sect Master and the Elders and headed to the Weapon Refining Valley. Located deep in the mountains behind the sect, the Weapon Refining Valley was perpetually shrouded in mist and filled with a mysterious atmosphere.

The moment they stepped into the valley, a rich, spiritual aura washed over them, refreshing and delightful. A variety of exotic flowers and plants grew in the valley, emitting a faint fragrance. Various exotic materials were piled throughout the valley, emitting a colorful glow.

"Wow!" Xia Lin couldn't help but exclaim, "This is simply a paradise for weapon refiners!"

Ren Xiaoyao was also deeply shocked. He felt the blood in his body begin to boil.

"Let's go," he took Xia Lin's hand, "let's go and take a look..." Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a deafening roar came from the depths of the valley, and then a dazzling beam of light shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire valley.