Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

The preliminary rounds of the sect competition were like a raging fire, proceeding with unstoppable momentum. During the long wait for his turn to go on stage, Jun Luochuan's heart was like a turbulent ocean, filled with both eager anticipation for the upcoming battle and a faint, fragile vigilance.

Finally, the moment that symbolized his entrance arrived. Jun Luochuan strode confidently, like a warrior about to embark on a journey, slowly stepping onto the tense arena. When his gaze fell upon his opponent, he couldn't help but feel a slight chill, as if struck by a sudden bolt of cold lightning.

Standing opposite him was a man as tall as a mountain, named Lin Feng. His imposing figure resembled a towering tree, exuding an unshakeable aura of pressure. Lin Feng's eyes were sharp as a hawk's, seemingly able to pierce through one's soul in an instant. Within the sect, Lin Feng was renowned for his ruthless, viper-like methods and unfathomable, abyss-like magic, like a precipitous peak inspiring awe and fear.

Jun Luochuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze like a sharp arrow, trying to pierce through Lin Feng's seemingly impenetrable defense. He thought to himself, "This person is like a ferocious tiger, he seems really difficult to deal with. I need to be on my guard and deal with him with utmost care."

Lin Feng also looked Jun Luochuan up and down without any politeness, a cold smile as cold as the winter wind appeared on his lips: "Jun Luochuan, today is the day of your defeat. I will let you see my power and from now on you will bow down to me in this sect."

Jun Luochuan snorted coldly, his voice like a thunderclap: "Who's afraid of who? Show me what you've got, bring it on!"

The starting bell, like a battle horn, boomed across the noisy arena, instantly igniting the flames of war. Lin Feng launched the first fierce attack, his hands waving with lightning speed, a sharp, blade-like light shooting towards Jun Luochuan like an arrow released from a bow.

Jun Luochuan dodged the fierce attack with a swift and graceful movement.

"Is that all the meager skill you have? You dare to show off your amateur skills in front of me?" Jun Luochuan mocked, his words like a sharp dagger piercing straight into Lin Feng's pride.

Lin Feng's face instantly darkened, like a sky filled with dark clouds. He then unleashed an even more powerful and dazzling spell. In an instant, the arena was ablaze with light, interwoven like a net, the atmosphere tense to the extreme, as if the air itself had frozen into ice.

Jun Luochuan remained completely calm, as composed as a still lake, maintaining his inner peace even amidst the raging storm. He dealt with the situation methodically, his eyes sharp as he carefully searched for the subtle flaws in Lin Feng's magic.

Seeing that he couldn't break through after a long time, Lin Feng gradually became anxious. His anxiety was like that of an ant on a hot pan, and he lost his composure.

"What? You've run out of tricks? You're out of ideas?" Jun Luochuan said with a smirk, a hint of contempt in his smile.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth, making a grinding sound, as if he wanted to crush Jun Luochuan's name. He intensified his attack, sweeping towards Jun Luochuan like a storm.

The audience held their breath, tense as a taut bowstring, their eyes glued to the intense and breathtaking duel.

Su Yao waved her fists from below the stage, looking adorable and full of energy, cheering loudly for Jun Luochuan: "Jun Luochuan, go! Go! Defeat him! You're the best!" Her voice was clear and loud, like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, piercing through the tense atmosphere.

Upon hearing Su Yao's powerful voice, Jun Luochuan felt a surge of power within him, like a turbulent tide.

Just then, Jun Luochuan, with his keen insight, discovered a subtle flaw in Lin Feng's defenses, like a ray of dawn in the darkness. Without hesitation, he launched a counterattack, like a tiger unleashed from its cage, unstoppable...

End of this chapter