Seven Mysterious Spaces: My Rise to Power in the Cultivation World

As soon as the sect leader finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room immediately became heavy.

Li Hao, an outstanding disciple from another sect, possesses formidable strength and has been undefeated in previous competitions, making him a favorite to win the championship.

Fighting Zhuang Yu against him will undoubtedly be a tough battle.

“Li Hao…” Zhuang Yu repeated the name in a low voice, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

He knew that this match would be his best chance to prove himself.

The following day, the final round of the sect competition officially began.

On the arena, Zhuang Yu and Li Hao stood facing each other.

Li Hao, dressed in white, was handsome and held a long sword that gleamed coldly.

He looked at Zhuang Yu with a defiant gaze.

"So you're Zhuang Yu? I've heard you've been making quite a splash lately, but today, I'll show you what true strength is!" Li Hao's voice was as cold as ice, tinged with disdain.

Zhuang Yu smiled slightly, unmoved. "Is that so? I'd like to see for myself."

As soon as the battle began, Li Hao launched a fierce attack.

His swordsmanship was fierce and deadly, attacking Zhuang Yu like a storm.

Zhuang Yu could only keep dodging and looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Li Hao's spiritual power was extremely strong, and each attack caused the space around Zhuang Yu to distort.

Wang Yao, sitting below the ring, bit her lip nervously and clasped her hands tightly together.

"Brother Zhuang Yu, you must win!" Wang Yao prayed silently in her heart.

Although Zhuang Yu was at a disadvantage, he did not give up.

He constantly analyzed Li Hao's attack methods, trying to find his weaknesses.

Li Hao's attacks became faster and more intense.

Zhuang Yu gradually felt some strain.

He realized that if things continued like this, he would be defeated by Li Hao sooner or later.

"It seems I'll have to show you some real skills." Zhuang Yu took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

He suddenly changed tactics, no longer simply dodging, but began to take the initiative to attack.

Zhuang Yu was extremely fast, his figure like a ghost, moving freely through Li Hao's attacks.

He wielded his longsword with lightning speed, each attack precise and accurate.

Li Hao was clearly caught off guard by Zhuang Yu's sudden change of tactics.

His attack rhythm was disrupted, revealing his weaknesses.

Zhuang Yu seized the opportunity and thrust his sword into Li Hao's chest.

Li Hao quickly dodged, but was still cut on the arm by Zhuang Yu's sword energy.

Blood flowed down Li Hao's arm. His expression changed, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes.

"How dare you hurt me!" Li Hao roared and launched another attack on Zhuang Yu.

This time, Li Hao's attack was even more ferocious and insane.

He seemed to want to vent all his anger on Zhuang Yu.

However, Zhuang Yu was not intimidated by Li Hao's anger.

He calmly dealt with Li Hao's attacks, looking for new opportunities.

"Your attack is too slow," Zhuang Yu suddenly said.

Li Hao was stunned upon hearing this, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest...

"you……"

Li Hao's words came to an abrupt halt. He looked down in disbelief at the sword stuck in his chest, the hilt still in Zhuang Yu's hand.

Blood dripped down the sword, staining the arena floor red.

The audience fell silent; everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Li Hao, a favorite to win the championship, was surprisingly defeated by Zhuang Yu.

Wang Yao was stunned for a few seconds, then reacted and jumped up excitedly, shouting Zhuang Yu's name loudly.

"Brother Zhuang Yu! You're amazing!"

Elder Zhang also recovered from his shock. He walked to the center of the arena and announced the result of the match: "Zhuang Yu wins this match!"

Li Hao struggled to lift his head, looking at Zhuang Yu with eyes filled with resentment and confusion.

"You...how did you do it?"

Zhuang Yu drew his longsword, and Li Hao swayed before finally collapsing onto the arena.

Zhuang Yu did not answer Li Hao's question. He only glanced at Li Hao lying on the ground and then turned and walked off the stage.

"Thank you for the concession." Zhuang Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the entire arena.

Back in the lounge, Wang Yao immediately came to greet him, excitedly circling around Zhuang Yu.

"Brother Zhuang Yu, you're amazing! How did you beat Li Hao? He was a favorite to win the championship!"

Zhuang Yu smiled and patted Wang Yao's head. "Just lucky."

"It's not just good luck!" Wang Yao pouted. "You must have some secret weapon!"

Zhuang Yu didn't explain, but just smiled mysteriously.

He knew that his strength was far greater than that.

In the following matches, Zhuang Yu fought his way through the competition and eventually made it into the top three.

His performance shocked everyone and made those who had previously looked down on him take notice.

On the night of the finals, Zhuang Yu stood on the arena, his opponent being the strongest disciple in the sect—the senior disciple.

The eldest brother looked at Zhuang Yu, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

"Zhuang Yu, I look forward to fighting you."

Zhuang Yu smiled slightly, his eyes also filled with fighting spirit. "Me too."

"I will show you what true strength is!" the senior brother said, as a golden longsword appeared in his hand.

Zhuang Yu didn't speak, but slowly drew his longsword.

The two longswords clashed in mid-air, producing a crisp sound.

“Come on!” Zhuang Yu said.

A fierce battle is about to begin...

"Do you think this is the end?" Zhuang Yu's voice suddenly rang in the senior brother's ear.

Zhuang Yu's figure flickered like a ghost, instantly closing in on Li Hao.

Li Hao's swordplay was powerful and sweeping, but it was no match for Zhuang Yu's agile movements.

Zhuang Yu moved swiftly, appearing behind Li Hao. His long sword flashed like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Li Hao's vital point in the back.

Li Hao broke out in a cold sweat and hastily swung his sword to block, but he felt a tremendous force strike him, his tiger's mouth cracked, and his sword almost slipped from his hand.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience. Who could have imagined that Zhuang Yu, who had been suppressed all along, would turn the tide of the battle in an instant?

They stared intently at the ring, afraid of missing a single exciting moment.

Enraged, Li Hao roared, his eyes bloodshot, "How dare you humiliate me like this!" He quickly formed hand seals, his spiritual power surging, and a chilling aura spread out.

"Forbidden Technique - Bloodlust Berserk!"

A crimson light enveloped Li Hao, his aura surged instantly, his muscles bulged, and his veins stood out, making him look like a demon crawling out of hell.

Li Hao charged toward Zhuang Yu without regard for anything else, his longsword transforming into a streak of blood-red lightning, carrying an aura of annihilation.

"Overestimating yourself." Zhuang Yu's lips curled into a cold smile, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

With a thought, a surge of pure energy from the mysterious space flowed into his body, merging with his own spiritual power to form a golden light shield that firmly protected him.

The crimson sword light slammed into the golden light shield, producing a deafening roar.

The arena trembled violently, as if it might collapse at any moment.

The crimson and golden light intertwined, creating a bizarre scene.

However, to everyone's astonishment, Li Hao's forbidden technique could not even budge the golden light shield!

The crimson light gradually dimmed and eventually vanished without a trace.

Li Hao, however, suffered a mouthful of blood and swayed precariously due to the backlash from the forbidden technique.

Zhuang Yu slowly dissipated the golden light shield and walked step by step toward Li Hao. Each step seemed to be stepping on Li Hao's heart, making him feel a suffocating pressure.

“You…” Li Hao raised his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Zhuang Yu looked down at him and said coldly, "It's over." He raised his longsword high, the tip pointing directly at Li Hao's throat...

"Stop!" A dignified voice suddenly rang out.

Seeing Zhuang Yu escape danger, Wang Yao's eyes glistened with tears of excitement, and a great weight was lifted from her heart.

She clenched her fists tightly in front of her chest and whispered, "Brother Zhuang Yu, you will definitely win." Zhuang Yu felt her support, and a warm current surged in his heart, giving him immense motivation.

Elder Zhang landed on the arena, stopping Zhuang Yu's next move.

"That's enough, the outcome is decided." His serious gaze swept over the two of them, finally landing on Zhuang Yu. "Zhuang Yu, although you have defeated Li Hao, remember not to bully the weak. On the path of cultivation, benevolence and righteousness should come first."

Zhuang Yu sheathed his sword and stood up, nodding slightly to indicate that he understood Elder Zhang's words.

Although he did not intend to actually harm Li Hao, he still kept the elder's teachings in mind.

Li Hao's face was deathly pale. He struggled to stand up and gave Zhuang Yu a deep look. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including shock, resentment, and deep fear.

Without saying a word, he turned and walked off the stage.

Zhuang Yu defeated Li Hao, bringing him one step closer to the top three.

But this victory did not make him feel at ease; instead, it put him under even greater pressure.

He knew the next match would be even more crucial, and his opponent would be even stronger.

He must give it his all to ultimately achieve victory.

Wang Yao was also praying for him, hoping that he could advance smoothly.

Back in the lounge, Wang Yao immediately came to greet Zhuang Yu and excitedly hugged him.

"Brother Zhuang Yu, you're amazing! I knew you could do it!"

Zhuang Yu gently patted Wang Yao's back, comforting her, "It was just luck; the real challenge is yet to come." Looking into Wang Yao's concerned eyes, he felt a surge of warmth and strength in his heart.

In the following matches, Zhuang Yu relied on his outstanding strength and wit to overcome all obstacles and finally advance to the top three.

His performance shocked the entire sect and completely changed the minds of those who had previously looked down on him.

The final night finally arrived. Zhuang Yu stood on the arena, his opponent being the strongest senior disciple in the sect.

The eldest brother, dressed in white and wielding a long sword, looked like an immortal, exuding an imposing aura.

He looked at Zhuang Yu, his eyes filled with fighting spirit: "Zhuang Yu, I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Zhuang Yu calmly met his gaze, the longsword in his hand humming softly, as if yearning for battle.

"Me too."

An invisible tension permeated the air between the two, as if the air itself had frozen.

Suddenly, the eldest brother revealed a strange smile: "But do you really think we can make it to the end?"