Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes narrowed, and he swung the Snow River Sword rapidly, the icy blue sword light transforming into a curtain of light.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" Three crisp sounds rang out in succession, barely managing to knock away the three sword shadows. But in the rush, a scorching sword aura grazed the left shoulder of the Taoist robe, instantly charring a small patch and causing a stinging pain to the skin.

A few gasps of surprise came from the crowd watching the game.

On the Dazhu Peak side, Song Daren, He Dazhi, and the others were also sweating bullets.

Lin Jingyu frowned.

Only Lu Xueqi remained standing quietly, her eyes calm, seemingly unconcerned about Jiang Xiaochuan's slight disadvantage.

Jiang Xiaochuan took a deep breath, suppressing the stinging pain in his shoulder and the panic in his heart.

We can't fight them head-on!

Chu Yuhong's fire-attribute swordsmanship is fierce and powerful, and he would be at a disadvantage if he directly confronted him.

We need to use cleverness! We need to utilize the characteristics of Xuechuan!

His mind raced, and he changed his footwork, no longer taking the blows head-on. Instead, he used the enhanced agility and speed of the Snow River Sword to begin circling around Chu Yuhong.

Xuechuan Sword occasionally lashed out, each icy sword aura carrying a subtle silver arc of lightning, striking at Chu Yuhong's vital points, not seeking to injure him, but only to disrupt and slow him down.

Chu Yuhong's Shaoyang sword strikes were powerful and heavy, but less versatile. He was getting annoyed by Jiang Xiaochuan's slippery fighting style. Several of his fierce attacks were narrowly dodged by Jiang Xiaochuan, leaving only charred sword marks on the ground.

However, the chill of the Snow River Sword quietly permeated the arena, and the temperature began to drop. When Chu Yuhong swung the sword, fine white frost could even be seen condensing on the blade, and his movements seemed to be slightly affected.

"That's interesting."

Chu Yuhong snorted coldly, his sword stance changed, and the Shaoyang Sword suddenly plunged into the ground!

"Boom!" A scorching heat wave erupted from him, instantly vaporizing the thin frost that had condensed on the ground!

At the same time, he made hand seals, and the Shaoyang Sword shone brightly red, transforming into seven or eight fiery sword shadows that were difficult to distinguish from the real ones. Like a burning cage, it enveloped Jiang Xiaochuan from all directions, sealing off all his space to dodge!

"Fire Cloud Prison!" exclaimed the Chaoyang Peak disciples below the stage.

Jiang Xiaochuan's pupils contracted; there was no way to avoid it!

He gritted his teeth and poured most of his spiritual power into the Snow River Sword! The Snow River Sword emitted a clear and long cry, and the icy blue light on its blade surged, with countless fine silver lightning patterns running wildly!

"Frozen...Thunder Domain!"

He let out a low shout, no longer holding back, and plunged the Snow River Sword into the ground!

"Crackling sound—!" Centered on the tip of the sword, extremely cold, icy blue spiritual energy mixed with leaping silver lightning suddenly spread out in a ring!

Wherever it passed, a thick layer of ice, shimmering with lightning, instantly froze on the ground and rapidly spread outwards, colliding violently with the scorching flames of the sword shadow!

"laugh--!!!"

The clash of ice and fire produced a deafening, teeth-grinding sound!

Large plumes of white steam billowed and spread wildly, instantly enveloping half of the arena!

The forces of intense heat and icy cold violently canceled out, eroded, and exploded!

The ice shattered, lightning flashed, and flames flickered!

In that chaotic moment when white steam filled the air and visibility was blurred, Jiang Xiaochuan made his move!

His figure was like a ghost. Taking advantage of the cover of the ice and lightning power and the slippery ice surface under his feet, his speed suddenly increased to the extreme. He bypassed the most intense point of collision and silently approached Chu Yuhong from the side and rear. Chu Yuhong's figure was slightly sluggish because he was fully activating "Fire Cloud Prison"!

On the Snow River Sword, the icy blue light was restrained, but the silver lightning patterns suddenly became dazzlingly bright, emitting a faint crackling sound!

He transformed all his remaining spiritual energy into the most violent lightning force, concentrating it at the tip of his sword!

"Thunderbolt!"

No fancy tricks, just speed and penetrating power!

A tiny, yet extremely refined, silver-white lightning bolt, like a venomous snake's tongue, tore through the billowing white vapor and headed straight for Chu Yuhong's back!

If this blow lands squarely, even with protective spiritual energy, Chu Yuhong will inevitably suffer serious injuries.

Chu Yuhong was, after all, a master of Chaoyang Peak. At the critical moment, he sensed the deadly sharpness behind him, roared, and forcibly interrupted "Fire Cloud Prison". He turned around and used Shaoyang Sword to block!

"clang--!!"

The lightning bolt collided violently with the crimson sword!

A piercing metallic scraping sound and the roar of thunder exploded!

Chu Yuhong felt a sharp, numbing force come from him, his arms went weak, the Shaoyang Sword almost slipped from his hand, his chest was churning with blood and qi, and he staggered back seven or eight steps until he finally managed to stand firm at the edge of the arena, his face turning pale.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also thrown back several steps by the recoil, his chest tight, and the lightning on the Snow River Sword dimmed. That last strike of "Ice Sealed Lightning Domain" plus "Lightning Strike" had almost exhausted most of his spiritual power.

The white vapor slowly dissipated.

The arena was a mess, with charred and melted traces and remnants of flame on the left, and shattered ice shards and leaping tiny arcs of electricity on the right.

The two stood facing each other, several feet apart, panting heavily, clearly exhausted.

The audience was completely silent, stunned by the intense clash of lightning and ice. No one had expected that this seemingly shy disciple of Dazhu Peak, whose fame stemmed more from "scandals," possessed such skill and ingenuity!

"Junior Brother Jiang, impressive skills!"

Chu Yuhong suppressed his surging blood and looked at Jiang Xiaochuan. His eyes no longer showed contempt, but rather a sense of solemnity and appreciation.

"This dual ice and lightning attribute technique is quite unexpected. However, if your skills stop here, you probably still won't be able to defeat me!"

He took a deep breath, and his spiritual energy surged again. The red light on the Shaoyang Sword shone brightly again, even more intensely than before, with faint flame phantoms rising from the sword!

Clearly, a more powerful move is needed.

Jiang Xiaochuan's heart sank. He didn't have much spiritual energy left, and he would definitely suffer a loss if he fought head-on.

Should we admit defeat? No, we can't!

Having finally reached this point... what other options are there? Ice and lightning... fire... ice and fire... lightning and fire...

Suddenly, an extremely bold, even somewhat absurd, idea flashed through his mind like lightning!

Those elemental reactions from when I played video games in my past life...

Who cares! Let's try anything, even if it's a dead end!

Just as Chu Yuhong's sword technique was about to be completed, a scorching wind pressure rushed towards them.

A ruthless glint flashed in Jiang Xiaochuan's eyes as he poured the last bit of spiritual power in his dantian into the Snow River Sword without reservation!

This time, he did not activate the power of ice and cold, nor the power of lightning. Instead, he simultaneously and forcefully poured both powers into the Snow River Sword in an extremely subtle and almost out-of-control way, and tried his best to guide them... to get close and rub against each other, but not to let them explode immediately!

The Snow River Sword trembled violently, emitting a hum that seemed unable to bear the strain. Ice-blue and silver-white light flashed, intertwined, and clashed wildly, and even tiny cracks appeared on the sword's surface!

An extremely unstable and destructive energy was being nurtured and compressed within the sword!

Chu Yuhong also sensed something was wrong; the aura emanating from that ice-blue and silver-white sword made his heart tremble!

But he had no choice but to act!

"Blazing Slash!" he roared, becoming one with his sword, transforming into a massive pillar of crimson fire, carrying the power to incinerate everything, and crashing towards Jiang Xiaochuan!

Just as the crimson pillar of fire was about to strike, Jiang Xiaochuan suddenly hurled the Snow River Sword, its light so chaotic it seemed ready to explode at any moment, at the oncoming pillar of fire! Not a thrust, but a throw! He used all his strength, like throwing a javelin!

"burst!"

Driven by his intense concentration and almost roaring will, the Snow River Sword, which shot out, lost its last balance the moment it came into contact with the crimson pillar of fire. The compressed and extremely unstable mixed energy of ice and lightning within the sword finally ignited and exploded by the immense fire spirit power from the outside world!

"BOOM—!!!!!!!!!"

A deafening, terrifying roar, far surpassing any previous collision, suddenly exploded in the center of the arena!

It wasn't the clang of metal against metal, but a pure explosion of energy!

The icy blue cold current, the silvery white lightning snake, and the crimson flames—three violent elemental energies—lost all control, frantically intertwining, tearing, annihilating, and then erupting again!

A terrifying energy sphere, over two zhang in diameter and mixed with blue, white, and red light, instantly expanded. The dazzling light blinded the crowd below the stage, and the violent airflow swept outwards like a tsunami, causing the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena to fluctuate violently and creak under the strain!

"puff--!"

Jiang Xiaochuan was the first to be hit, violently thrown away by the shockwave of the explosion. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena. His vision went black, and his internal organs felt displaced. He also lost control of the Xuechuan Sword, which fell to the ground with a clatter a short distance away, its light dimmed and cracks multiplied.

Chu Yuhong fared even worse; he was in the epicenter of the explosion. Despite desperately channeling his spiritual energy to protect himself at the last moment, the combined power of the explosion was simply too terrifying.

The crimson pillar of fire was blasted apart, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He crashed through the violently fluctuating protective light barrier, landed on the ground outside the arena, and rolled several times before coming to a stop.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Everyone looked over and saw Chu Yuhong lying there, motionless.

His pale orange Taoist robe was almost completely shredded and charred, and his exposed skin was covered with black ash and tiny wounds.

Hair...

The scene was even more horrific. The once neatly styled hair was blown off and stood on end, exploding outwards and emitting wisps of smoke. His face was covered in black and white patches, making him look extremely disheveled and comical, as if he had just crawled out of a stove and been struck by lightning.

However, his chest was still rising and falling, and his eyes were still open. Although his gaze was unfocused and filled with shock and confusion, he was clearly not in mortal danger. He was just stunned by the explosion and temporarily lost the ability to move.

On the arena, Jiang Xiaochuan struggled, supporting his upper body with trembling arms. Blood was still hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper. He was obviously seriously injured and had exhausted his spiritual power.

The elder referee quickly stepped forward, checked Chu Yuhong's condition, then glanced at Jiang Xiaochuan, who was barely sitting up on the platform. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he then announced loudly:

"Zhenwei Platform, Dazhufeng Jiang Xiaochuan, wins!"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The hundreds of people below the stage, including disciples from Dazhu Peak, Xiaozhu Peak, Chaoyang Peak, and other branches who came to watch the excitement, all stared wide-eyed at the boy on the stage who was sitting on the ground panting and looked disheveled but had won the competition. Then they looked at Chu Yuhong below the stage with his afro and a look of utter despair. They were all a little confused.

What was that just now?

A self-destructing flying sword? No, that sword didn't explode.

Is it... a mixed explosion of ice, lightning, and fire attributes?

This is actually possible?!

What kind of bizarre fighting style is this?!

That's incredibly powerful!

Chu Yuhong was a top fighter at Chaoyang Peak, a fifth-level Jade Purity cultivator, yet he was... blown away like that?

And it's been blown to this state?

At this moment of shock and silence, a clear, melodious voice, filled with undisguised excitement and joy, suddenly broke the silence and resounded throughout the venue:

"Xiaochuan! You won! Well done!"