Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Zheng Qian, having obtained Li Mubai's Lingxiao Sword, became even more imposing.

Murong Jin suddenly had a bad feeling, like a heavy stone pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Commander Hu, Zheng Qian took the sword from outside the arena during the battle, which violated the rules of the martial arts test. He should be disqualified from the competition."

Hu Can remained calm and said indifferently, "Zheng Qian, return the sword. How can you lend a sword to someone else for a tournament?"

Zheng Qian twirled his sword: "Commander Hu, is there a rule that says you can't borrow a sword from outside the arena?"

Hu Can was taken aback: "No."

"Rules are the guidelines for the conduct of a competition. Since there are no rules, they are permissible and cannot be changed due to personal will, otherwise the fairness of the rules would be lost."

After Zheng Qian finished speaking, he looked at Lu Yan.

"Your Highness, am I right?"

Lu Yan's pupils contracted slightly, but a smile remained on his face.

"Correct."

Seeing the change in Lu Yan's eyes, Zheng Qian confirmed his suspicions.

Yan Meng wants to kill him, Cao Zhenyu wants to kill him, and now Murong Jin wants to kill him too.

All of this was Lu Yan's doing.

Murong Jin won both matches yesterday and is a veteran Dragon Transformation Realm expert. He should be ranked at least in the top ten, but he was ranked eleventh to fight him. It was obviously targeted at him, which made him very unhappy.

There are many ways to defeat Murong Jin and Zheng Qian in the sky, but he wants to tell Lu Yan that if you don't follow the rules, then I can also not follow them.

"Since borrowing a sword is outside the rules, it is naturally permissible to borrow it, so Murong Jin, don't make a fuss."

Murong Jin's face turned ashen; he hadn't expected Zheng Qian to be so eloquent.

"What good is a sword? You'll still die."

Murong Jin's killing intent intensified, and his palms shifted, causing thousands of bone needles to float in the air.

"Sanhua, die."

Swoosh... Swoosh...

The bone needle emitted a sharp, piercing sound, carrying transparent silk threads and a burst of white light, shooting towards Zheng Qian.

"What good is a sword? You'll still die."

"What good is a sword? You'll still die."

……

It was as if countless Murong Jins were roaring, suddenly exploding in Zheng Qian's mind, making him dizzy and disoriented.

Sound attacks are difficult to defend against.

Once the Devouring Heaven Technique was activated, all negative effects disappeared. Zheng Qian wielded the Lingxiao Sword in his hand in a circle, creating a hurricane that caused Murong Jin's long hair to fly wildly, and all the bone needles that were shot at him were knocked away.

Li Mubai's sword, also a precious weapon, was able to completely block Murong Jin's bone needles without causing any damage.

"First move, Sword One."

A sword aura shot out from the ground, and Zheng Qian began to counterattack.

"Zheng Qian's attacks are too one-dimensional. He used punches to hit Cao Zhenyu, and now he's using swords to attack Cao Zhenyu."

"Cao Zhenyu's style is all-out attack, which is completely different from Murong Jin's ranged fighting style. Zheng Qian has no ranged attack moves, so he's going to suffer."

"In this round, I still favor Murong Jin, after all, he can fly."

Lu Yan's eyelids were sore. Yan Meng was arranged by him, Cao Zhenyu was arranged by him, and Murong Jin was also arranged by him, all in order to force Zheng Qian to use his ultimate move.

Zheng Qian's advancement to the top 32 was a foregone conclusion. In order to devise a strategy against Zheng Qian in the final, three top fighters risked their lives to let him watch Zheng Qian's moves.

So far, Zheng Qian has only used fists and swords, without using any special moves.

The final is likely to be a fierce battle.

On the arena, Murong Jin kept throwing flying needles, and every time Zheng Qian blocked one, he would release a sword aura.

"The eleventh move, Sword Eleven."

Murong Jin dodged the sword energy, her beautiful face almost contorted in pain.

Damn it, Sword Eleven, are you looking down on me? You're only using sword energy to attack me!

Murong Jinfei was flying in the sky, his spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

"Zheng Qian, with your next move, I'll take your life."

Zheng Qian smiled slightly: "I know someone named Jian Shisan, so I also want to defeat you with thirteen swords. You just need to hold on for one more move."

Murong Jin was furious, feeling slighted.

Someone calls you Sword Thirteen. So when you're about to unleash thirteen swords, you knock me down and fight me. Is that how you treat people?

"Sword Thirteen, what an imposing name."

"Just from his name, he must be a master swordsman. No wonder Zheng Qian knows him."

"I know Jian Shisan. He always uses thirteen sword strikes in a fight, hence the name Jian Shisan."

The audience chatted incessantly, paying no attention to the second match, only concerned with how Zheng Qian would fight Murong Jin.

From fifty times to three times, they all wanted to be that lucky one.

Lu Yan summoned his trusted aide: "I need to see all of Jian Shisan's information within thirty minutes."

Murong Jin's cloak flew out, and he stood on it. Threads of transparent silkworm silk connected the cloak to bone needles, which filled the entire arena.

"Ersian array, die."

Countless voices bombarded Zheng Qian's brain in a certain pattern, while bone needles rose from the ground, forming a large white array that shuttled through the air.

The entire arena erupted with dazzling white light, all emitted by the bone needles that were moving at lightning speed—thousands upon thousands of them, striking from all directions, both in the air and on the ground.

"A secret technique! This is Murong Jin's secret technique! Zheng Qian is in danger!"

"With an innate advantage, Zheng Qian was eliminated in the round of 64."

"It's over. I bet on Zheng Qian to win in ten moves, and it's already eleven moves. I'm doomed to lose."

Murong Jin's Er Si Formation is indeed very powerful. It can attack indiscriminately on a ten-meter arena. Even if there were a hundred people on the arena, let alone Zheng Qian alone, they would be riddled with holes.

"The twelfth move, Sword Twelfth."

Zheng Qian shouted, and a circular sword aura burst forth in all directions, clattering and blocking all the flying bone needles.

Meanwhile, Zheng Qian's feet shone brightly as he traversed the arena in triangular formations, clearing a clear area free of bone needles.

"Sword Thirteen, die."

Zheng Qian suddenly stopped, his eyes flashing blood red. He took a heavy step forward, shattering the stone bricks, and swung his sword at Murong Jin in the air.

A sword aura exceeding ten feet in length formed, slicing through the bone needles and silk threads with a whoosh, tearing open space, and flying towards Murong Jin.

Murong Jin's expression changed drastically; the energy erupting from the sword qi chilled him to the bone.

If I can't stop it, I'll definitely be split in two.

The sword energy was too fast; he had no time to dodge and no confidence to block it, so he hurriedly shouted at Hu Can.

"I surrender."

Hu Can was already prepared. With a whoosh, he flew into the air, the heavy shields on his hands glowing, and he thrust them forcefully against the sword energy, forming a powerful spiritual energy shield in front of him.

Boom... Swoosh... Boom...

"It flew away, it flew away."

"That sword strike was incredibly powerful; it sent two people flying."

"Even Hu Can, who was at the Liquid Aperture Realm, was blasted away. Zheng Qian truly deserves to be called a prodigy who has undergone the Ninefold Tribulation."

The sword energy struck the spiritual energy shield with a booming sound, and then Hu Can and Murong Jin flew into the military camp at the same time, smashing over a section of the fence.

Hu Can struggled to get up, his hands sore and numb that he had no strength left.

puff……

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His eyes were filled with fear. He was a powerful expert in the early stage of the Liquid Aperture Realm, yet he had been injured by Zheng Qian's sword energy.

He turned to look at Murong Jin, whom he had used as a human cushion. Murong Jin's chest was caved in, and he was spitting out blood. He was so badly injured that he couldn't move at all.

If Lu Yan hadn't given prior notice, and Hu Can hadn't been ready to rescue Murong Jin at any moment, Zheng Qian's sword energy would have killed Murong Jin just now.

Yesterday afternoon, Zheng Qian stomped Cao Zhenyu to death, and Hu Can didn't have time to save him. He was scolded by Lu Yan for almost an hour. At that time, Hu Can thought that Murong Jin had lost and needed him to save him, so he used his methods to teach Zheng Qian a lesson.

Looking back now, it's really laughable.

Zheng Qian, who was undergoing the Ninefold Tribulation, tormented him as if he were a dog; he was undoubtedly the number one in the Dragon Shaping Realm.