Immortals Step into Heaven

When Zhang Tongzheng's giant axe was about to chop him, Su Meng suddenly jumped up and quickly passed over Zhang Tongzheng's head. At the same time, he swung the flying sword of the best magic weapon downwards, and a sword light attacked Zhang Tongzheng's back.

Zhang Tongzheng did not dodge. He swung the giant axe backhand, and it collided with the sword light. The powerful impact caused cracks to appear on the ground of the arena under his feet.

The blow sent gravel flying. Zhang Tongzheng stumbled forward a few steps from the recoil, but he quickly regained his composure, his eyes blazing with fervor. He turned to look at Su Meng, who had landed on the ring, and grinned, revealing his sharp teeth, a smile filled with his obsession with battle.

Su Meng's face turned cold when he saw this. He quickly attacked Zhang Tongzheng without giving him a chance to breathe. Zhang Tongzheng raised his giant axe and prepared to attack.

He flashed, appearing like a ghost directly above Zhang Tong. The flying sword in his hand shone brightly, and a flash of sword light slashed out, slashing down fiercely at Zhang Tong. Zhang Tong hastily raised his axe to block, but the force was so strong that he fell to one knee, and cracks appeared on the ground of the arena.

Su Meng's eyes flashed, and his strength exploded again, directly knocking Zhang Tongzheng's giant axe away. Then, with lightning speed, he pressed the tip of his sword against Zhang Tongzheng's throat. The victory was decided. Zhang Tongzheng looked at the sword on his throat and said unwillingly, "I lose."

The referee on the seventh ring shouted loudly, "Gu Sumeng, the referee on the seventh ring, won!"

Su Meng sheathed his sword and stood, his expression returning to its usual stern demeanor. He nodded slightly to the referee, then turned to look at the crowd below, a subtle flicker of fatigue in his eyes. This battle, though a victory, had drained a great deal of his mana and energy.

Zhang Tongzheng slowly rose from the ground. Despite his defeat, there was no trace of frustration in his eyes. He dusted himself off, saluted Su Meng with a fist, and said, "Senior Brother Su is very powerful. I admire you."

Su Meng returned the greeting, saying, "Thank you. Junior Brother Zhang's strength should not be underestimated." After that, the two smiled at each other, a smile that reflected both the aftertaste of the battle and recognition of each other.

The referee on the eighth stage shouted, "No. 388, Alchemy Valley Zheng Yuan versus No. 412, Law Enforcement Valley Li Zhihao!"

Zheng Yuan was also a little surprised when he heard his name being called!

Zheng Yuan frowned slightly, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect it would be my turn so soon. This time, my opponent seems a bit unfamiliar." With the cultivation level of Qi Refining Level 12, he thought as he walked towards Arena Number 8.

Li Zhihao had already walked onto the ring. He was a little short and wore the iconic uniform of the Law Enforcement Valley. He stared at Zheng Yuan with sharp eyes, sizing up this opponent who was at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Li Zhihao smiled lightly and said sarcastically, "Junior brother, you are only at the tenth level of Qi Refining. I don't want to bully you. You'd better admit defeat directly to avoid getting beaten. I can't control my strength well. It would be bad if I crippled you." Then he took out a top-grade magical flying sword from the storage bag, and the flying sword emitted bursts of cold light.

Zheng Yuan looked at Li Zhihao's actions and chuckled. "Thank you for your concern, brothers. I participated in the competition to test my own strength against you. I wouldn't give up without a fight. However, my magic power is low, so please give me some space."

Li Zhihao chuckled and said, "Junior brother, don't worry, I will be gentle."

The referee on the eighth ring shouted, "Silence!" The match begins.

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Li Zhihao took the lead and pounced on Zheng Yuan like a tiger descending from a mountain. His speed was so fast that it caused a gust of wind. He swung his top-grade flying sword, a sharp sword light shooting straight at Zheng Yuan. The light contained the powerful force of the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and it seemed that it would subdue Zheng Yuan in an instant.

Zheng Yuan cursed him secretly when he saw this, and immediately took out the Water Ripple Sword from his storage bag and used the Blood Sword Technique to meet him.

The Water-Rippled Sword in Zheng Yuan's hand, enhanced by the Blood Blade Technique, shone with a bloody glow as it collided with the sharp light. With a resounding "boom," the powerful impact spread outward, distorting the air around the ring. Zheng Yuan felt only a surge of force, but he feigned being knocked back, forcing himself to steady himself. His feet left two shallow marks on the ring floor.

Seeing his attack missed, Li Zhihao's eyes grew even more ferocious, and his aura surged. He pulled a net-like magical weapon from his storage bag, a gleam of light flashing as he threw it towards Zheng Yuan. The net-like magical weapon instantly unfurled, transforming into a giant net that enveloped Zheng Yuan, leaving him no chance to breathe.

Zheng Yuan's face was solemn. He feared being trapped by the net would affect his ability to fully utilize his strength. Not daring to slack off, he rapidly channeled his spiritual energy, and the Water Ripple Sword spun rapidly in his hand. The blood-red light on the sword grew increasingly intense, transforming into streaks of blood-red sword energy. These sword energies danced around Zheng Yuan, seemingly possessing intelligence, and charged towards the net.

The blood-red sword energy collided with the net, emitting a crackling sound like exploding firecrackers. Each collision sent forth dazzling sparks, but it failed to sever the net. This net-like magical weapon seemed to be of the highest quality. Beads of sweat gradually formed on Zheng Yuan's forehead, and he was filled with fear. If he were trapped by a high-quality net-like magical weapon, he would be unable to escape in a short time.

Zheng Yuan stomped his foot, and a powerful surge of mana erupted from his body. He activated the Blood Blade Technique to its full potential, and the blood-red light on the Water Rippled Sword intensified, transforming into the phantom of a blood python, which rushed towards the net. The blood python opened its maw, revealing its ferocious fangs, and bit fiercely at the light net.

The moment the blood python came into contact with the net, a powerful energy surged in all directions. The net was torn by the blood python's huge mouth, and cracks appeared, and the light became flickering. Li Zhihao frowned at this. He didn't expect Zheng Yuan to have such a strong counterattack. He increased his mana output to the net.

However, despite Li Zhihao increasing his mana output, the cracks in the light net continued to spread. Zheng Yuan clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot from the effort. He could feel the blood python's power gradually depleting, but there was no turning back.

The blood python exerted its strength again, shaking its head violently. More cracks appeared on the light net, making a creaking sound, as if the light net was groaning in pain. Li Zhihao's face turned pale. Maintaining such a high-intensity mana output was extremely draining for him, but he could not let Zheng Yuan escape, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Zheng Yuan seized the opportunity and shouted loudly, his magical power surging towards the Water Ripple Sword like a surging tide. As if gaining new strength, the blood python suddenly expanded and lunged towards a larger crack in the net. This time, the blood python directly broke through the net, sending the shattered net scattering in all directions.

Li Zhihao was hit by the backlash of his magic power and took a few steps back, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. Zheng Yuanze took the opportunity to transform into a streak of blood and rushed back, but before he could kill him, he was gone.

Li Zhihao waved his hand, and a golden rope flew towards Zheng Yuan again. It was so fast that it was behind Zheng Yuan in the blink of an eye. Zheng Yuan felt the danger behind him, turned around and swung his sword. The blood-colored sword energy collided with the golden rope.