System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

This puppet was more rounded than any of the puppets that had appeared before, and its waist was as thick as a bucket.

"Array up!"

As the puppets of both sides entered the arena, the puppet referee loudly proclaimed, "The third match: Nine Swords Puppet versus Heavy Water Puppet!"

"Let the discussion of the Dao begin now!"

wow——

As the protective array's protective barrier slowly unfolded, the referee's shout faded.

Tianshui's expression also changed drastically. What he had said before was just polite talk, but now that the crucial battle concerning the ranking of the third-generation disciples had arrived, he would no longer hold back in the slightest.

He had endured for decades in the late stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, all for the sake of this ranking battle, hoping to successfully enter the Sword Realm Map that only opens once every hundred years.

"Junior Brother Chen Xuan, your strength is unfathomable. In this debate, I, your senior brother, will not hold back!"

Tianshui suddenly shouted, his hands moving swiftly like lightning as he formed hand seals, his gaze fixed on Chen Xuan, and he yelled loudly.

Chen Xuan also looked solemn and ready for battle.

"Hahaha, facing the number one disciple of the third generation, I dare not be careless in the slightest."

After the routine opening ceremony between the two sides was completed.

In an instant, three streams of dark black water, like raging rivers breaking free from the earth's shackles, surged and roared out from the surface of the heavy water golem.

The water was as black as ink, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, with strange runic light surging on its surface. Each rune was like the mark of an ancient demon god, exuding a chilling aura.

The three heavy water rivers, like three ferocious black dragons, flew away from the puppet's body and immediately spread and swept towards Chen Xuan's Nine Swords Puppet.

Wherever they passed, space seemed to be squeezed and distorted by their heavy force, making a "sizzling" sound, as if space itself was groaning in pain.

At the same time, the nine flying swords controlled by Chen Xuan, accompanied by a fierce gale, rushed straight towards their opponent like a flock of ferocious eagles.

A fierce wind howled above the flying sword, forming visible wind blades that sliced ​​through the surrounding air, emitting a sharp whistling sound as if announcing their arrival to the enemy.

At the same time, a river formed from condensed soft water shot out from around the Nine Swords Puppet.

However, this gentle river, in terms of both size and power, is much weaker than the three heavy rivers of Tianshui. Its aura is merely a preliminary manifestation of the true meaning of the Dao.

The gentle water flows softly, shimmering with a faint blue light, leaving a crystalline trail in the air. Though seemingly delicate, it possesses a unique dynamism.

"Master, go for it!" As the power of the Dao from both sides manifested and descended in the arena, a girl in white on the spectator stands jumped up and down excitedly, cheering for Chen Xuan.

"If Master wins just one more match, then you will become the number one disciple of the third generation!"

The moment these blunt and undisguised words were uttered, the faces of the senior disciples instantly stiffened. They all knew in their hearts that this would be the result of another victory, but none of them would be so reckless as to utter it out loud.

"Bai Li, are you crazy? Stop shouting nonsense! What are you doing?" Seeing Bai Li yelling inappropriately, Wang Kaixuan quickly grabbed Bai Li by the back of her collar, lifted her up like a chick, and warned in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

At this moment, the eyes of many third-generation disciples were all turned to this side, and Wang Kaixuan was not a person who acted cautiously enough from beginning to end.

"It's just a friendly exchange of ideas between third-generation disciples. What's this talk of first or second place? It's utterly useless, don't you understand?"

"Oh." Bai Li suddenly realized that many unfriendly gazes were shooting at her like sharp arrows. She was so frightened that she quickly hid behind Wang Kaixuan and responded softly.

What Bai Li found strange was that, even though she had shouted loudly just now, why were all the senior disciples looking at the fat man next to her with strange eyes?

"Uh?"

The senior disciples' intense scrutiny of Wang Kaixuan wasn't without reason; it stemmed from his statement, "It's merely a friendly exchange and discussion between third-generation disciples, that's all." It's no wonder the third-generation disciples were furious upon hearing this.

"Hehe, senior sisters, are you looking for a Daoist partner? Junior brother is currently single."

Faced with the meaningful gazes of his fellow senior students, Wang Kaixuan scratched his head and then shamelessly shouted out this sentence.

Immediately, all the beautiful senior sisters turned their heads away with faces full of shame and indignation, and spat at the same time.

Wang Kaixuan defused the awkward situation with ease, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to Bai Li, "You've ruined this for me. Don't do this again next time."

"whee."

woohoo-

slam-la-

Just as they were talking like this.

The three black heavy water rivers in the arena are already engaged in fierce battle with the Gale Domain led by the nine flying swords and the Gentle Water River.

The Heavy Water River, like three black dragons, lunged at Chen Xuan's side with bared fangs and claws, attempting to engulf the flying sword and the Soft Water River in one fell swoop with its powerful and heavy force. Sometimes they intertwined, forming an even more powerful whirlpool, and sometimes they dispersed, flanking and attacking from different directions.

Driven by the swift wind, Chen Xuan's nine flying swords nimbly weaved through the heavy waters, their blades colliding with the water, splashing up sprays of black and silver water. Each collision was accompanied by a surge of energy and a boom, as if the Thunder God and the Water God were fighting each other.

Although the gentle river is weak, it is like a nimble ribbon, cleverly assisting the flying sword at crucial moments, either diverting the attention of the heavy water or neutralizing some of the aftershocks of the attack.

However, just when everyone in the stands subconsciously thought that this battle would last a long time before a winner was decided.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Chen Xuan's nine Swift Wind Soft Water Flying Swords suddenly increased in speed. One of the flying swords seemed to transform into a dazzling stream of light, instantly breaking through the multiple obstacles of the three heavy water rivers.

The flying sword shone brightly, surrounded by a powerful wind that propelled it to its maximum speed, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, tearing through the black canopy woven by the heavy waters.

It easily reached the heavy water golem and thrust its sword out, accurately piercing the bullseye in the golem's chest.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, with only the sharpness of this sword shining brightly across the entire scene. Then, the heavy water puppet's light dimmed, and it slowly collapsed.

Chen Xuan originally intended to exhaust Tian Shui's strength, just like he had done against Tian Shuang.

However, after a series of exchanges and probing, Chen Xuan keenly realized that he could not glean any practical skills or secrets from his senior brother Tianshui. He decided that there was no need to continue the stalemate, so he unleashed a deeper level of his Gale Intent, instantly ending the battle and determining the victor.

"Nine Swords Puppet versus Heavy Water Puppet, Chen Xuan wins!"