Martial Arts to Supremacy

Shang Nantian's offensive gradually slowed down, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. His spiritual energy was greatly depleted, and his ferocious sword moves began to falter. The originally impenetrable attack gradually revealed gaps.

He was both alarmed and anxious. Although his cultivation was slightly weaker, he was unwilling to be outdone in front of his fellow disciples. He gritted his teeth and urged his remaining spiritual energy to launch a final, fierce attack to completely break through Zhao Xuan's defense.

Just as his old moves had faded and new ones had not yet been generated, Zhao Xuan, who had been calmly defending, suddenly had a glint of light in his eyes!

It's now!

Zhao Xuan seized this fleeting opening and stopped stubbornly defending. His body shimmered with spiritual light as he used the Rock Sword Technique to parry Shang Nantian's slash.

With a swift step, he suddenly turned to the side, dodging the attack, and at the same time, his greatsword switched from a defensive stance to a counterattack at an extremely tricky angle!

There was no earth-shattering, violent sword energy, no flashy and dazzling sword moves, only a simple and precise straight thrust!

Defend while attacking, use defense to support offense, and strike after the opponent has made their move!

This sword strike completely defied Shang Nantian's expectations. He had thought Zhao Xuan would continue to defend, never expecting the opponent to suddenly counterattack at this moment. In his haste to defend, he realized it was too late!

"puff!"

The giant sword, carrying a sharp sword aura, precisely struck the sword energy on Shang Nantian's shoulder. The powerful spiritual energy instantly broke through, causing him to stagger backward. His sword almost slipped from his hand, and his spiritual energy became completely chaotic, making it impossible for him to muster any offensive power.

Having landed a successful blow, Zhao Xuan did not press his advantage. Instead, he sheathed his sword and stood still, his Rock Sword Technique technique revealing a restrained spiritual light, his aura remaining calm and composed.

Shang Nantian steadied himself, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He looked at Zhao Xuan in front of him with disbelief in his eyes, which then turned into deep relief.

He lost.

They lost because their cultivation was slightly inferior, because they relied too much on brute force, and even more so because of their opponent's swordsmanship.

Shang Nantian took a deep breath, sheathed his Mountain-Splitting Sword Technique, bowed to Zhao Xuan with his sword in hand, and said frankly, "My skills are inferior to yours, Senior Brother Zhao, you won beautifully!"

Although he was unwilling, he could accept defeat. The disciples of Wanjian Peak never feared defeat, but only respected the true strong.

Zhao Xuan nodded slightly and returned the greeting: "You flatter me, Junior Brother Shang."

Upon seeing this, the elder in charge of law enforcement announced loudly, "In this battle, Zhao Xuan wins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

This duel between fellow disciples, without any earth-shattering reversals or bizarre tactics, allowed everyone to witness the purest essence of swordsmanship.

Sword Master Jian Wuji of Wanjian Peak also sighed: "Attack does not necessarily guarantee victory, and defense can also be a powerful force. The way to achieve lasting victory is to combine offense and defense."

A hint of approval flashed in Li An's eyes amidst the crowd. Zhao Xuan's ability to heed the advice of others and comprehend the true meaning of swordsmanship that combines defense and offense was far more valuable than any breakthrough in cultivation.

The applause lingered for a long time, the battle among the disciples of Wanjian Peak came to an end, and the sword energy of Lingxiao Terrace slowly dissipated.

Everyone was still immersed in Zhao Xuan's exquisite swordsmanship, which combined offense and defense and countered attacks. Discussions rose and fell, and everyone was looking forward to the upcoming epic battle.

Just then, the elder in charge of enforcement spoke again, his voice echoing throughout the arena: "Next match, Lin Feng, a direct disciple of Thunder Peak, will face Li An, a direct disciple of Little Bamboo Peak!"

boom!

As soon as those words were spoken, the once noisy and quiet martial arts square instantly erupted into chaos!

The entire audience erupted in uproar, gasps of surprise rising and falling, and incredulous gazes turned in unison toward the composed figure in the corner of the crowd.

"Ang Lee?! It's actually Ang Lee's senior!"

"Is that Li An, who rose through the ranks, challenged opponents far above his level, defeated the geniuses of the seven main peaks in succession, and fought against the personal disciples several times, winning every battle?"

"My God! He actually became a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, ascended the Lingxiao Martial Arts Stage, and is now fighting alongside the top geniuses of the main peak!"

The outer disciples were filled with shock and admiration; the inner disciples were deeply moved and looked on with awe.

No one can forget that unknown boy who hid in the corner and swept through the competition, repeatedly fighting against his master despite his low cultivation level. His achievements were so dazzling that people could hardly believe it.

Everyone thought he was still keeping a low profile and cultivating in seclusion. No one expected that Li An would make a direct appearance in the peak competition of personal disciples. His first battle was against Senior Brother Lin Feng from Thunder Peak!

"Senior Brother Lin Feng is a top disciple of Thunder Peak, with a mid-stage Transformation Realm cultivation. He is incredibly fierce in battle, and very few people dare to fight him."

"But Senior Brother Li An has never lost a battle against someone of a higher level! So many disciples couldn't suppress him before, and now that he's officially become a disciple of Xiaozhu Peak, just how much has his strength increased?"

"Little Bamboo Peak has always been quiet and secluded, with few disciples who rarely participate in the main peak's competition. Li An must have received personal instruction from Peak Master Nangong!"

Discussions were rampant, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ang Lee, a mixture of shock, curiosity, anticipation, and disbelief.

The boy who had previously gone unnoticed in the corner suddenly became the absolute focus of attention.

On the high platform, the atmosphere also subtly shifted.

The sect leader nodded slightly, his gaze falling on Li An with a deep sense of inquiry.

The peak masters of each peak turned their heads to look, and the peak masters of Danxia, ​​Lingding, and Cangmu peaks were even more surprised, all scrutinizing this young man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The peak master of Xinghe Peak sighed softly, "To have such spirit and foundation at such a young age is no simple feat."

Wan Jianfeng's Jian Wuji stroked his beard and gazed intently, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "I knew back then that this boy's comprehension of swordsmanship was extremely high. He has risen step by step without ever stopping. Now that he dares to stand on the Lingxiao Platform, his cultivation level and swordsmanship domain must be far beyond what they used to be."

Everyone had the same question in their minds.

After a long period of silence and quiet cultivation, what level has Ang Lee reached in his cultivation?

Xiao Zhufeng's seat.

Nangong Wanqing's cold eyes softened slightly as she quietly looked at her disciple, her eyes filled with trust and composure.

Su Qingyue, standing to the side, gripped her sleeves tightly, both nervous and proud, and whispered, "Li An will definitely win."

In the crowd, Jam Hsiao's pupils suddenly contracted as he stared intently at Li An.

He was incredibly successful in the inner sect competition and considered himself a top genius. But seeing Li An fighting against Lin Feng of Thunder Peak and hearing the discussions among the surrounding disciples and elders, he was suddenly awakened to the fact that there was still a huge gap between him and these young people who truly stood at the top of the sect.

Despite the countless gazes upon him, Ang Lee remained calm and composed.

There was no tension, no arrogance, no anxiety; it was as calm as watching a game on any other day.

He took a slow step, his figure lightly stepping out of the crowd, rising into the air, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his elegant and calm figure landing steadily on one side of the Lingxiao Martial Arts Stage.

Lin Feng had been waiting for a long time on the other side.

The young man was dressed in a deep blue Thunder Peak outfit, with faint lightning crackling around him. His eyebrows and eyes were arrogant, and his aura was violent and fierce. He was none other than Lin Feng, who was known for his warlike nature and whom no one dared to provoke.

He had been waiting for Li An for a long time, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. He laughed loudly, "Li An, I've finally waited for you! Last time we fought to a draw, today we'll have a proper battle in front of the entire sect!"

Li An calmly raised his eyes, his bamboo leaf sword intent subtly receding. He didn't intend to use swordsmanship in his fight against Lin Feng; coincidentally, Li An preferred a more physical, hand-to-hand combat style of training.

The entire Lingxiao Martial Arts Arena was completely silent.

Everyone held their breath and stared intently at the stone platform.