Chapter 579: Seven Victorious
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Duan Wudao of the Snow Moon Kingdom, the head of the Eight Young Masters, with his domineering martial path—those who follow prosper, those who oppose perish—his talent was unparalleled, and no one was unafraid of him.
As for Jun Moxi, the number one youth of the Dragon Mountain Empire, he lacked that peerless dominance. A faint smile seemed to linger on his lips, making him appear ordinary, yet his unique aura could only be appreciated upon closer inspection.
Between Duan Wudao and Jun Moxi, who was the stronger one?
Lin Feng understood that with his current strength, he could not defeat these two. Even Tang Youyou and Qing Mengxin were far stronger than him.
Lin Feng lifted his foot and walked to the side of the battle platform. The crowd's hearts gradually calmed, emerging from that flicker of surprise. Another question now lay before them.
On the battle platform, only Yun Feiyang and Yu Jian were at the Second Layer of the Profound Martial Realm. Now, Yun Feiyang had proven his strength, while Yu Jian seemed weaker. However, because of their caution, they had missed their opportunity, allowing Lin Feng to seize the initiative and defeat them, injuring them in the process. Now, they clearly could not challenge Yu Jian—it would be meaningless and would not earn anyone's recognition.
As for the remaining individuals, they were all at the Fifth Layer of the Profound Martial Realm or even higher. Dealing with them would be even more difficult.
These five slots were not so easy to fight for; one had to risk their life.
"Let me try."
At this moment, a figure stepped forward. This person wore a cold expression as he strode onto the battle platform. His finger pointed directly at the Snow Moon Kingdom side, toward one of the two men dressed in black.
Both of those men were at the Fifth Layer of the Profound Martial Realm, standing within the Snow Moon Kingdom's camp. Lin Feng did not know their true identities either.
The one being pointed at had a cold, piercing gaze, sharp and fierce. He slowly stepped forward, and a domineering aura erupted wildly from him, his expression growing colder by the moment.
"Such a chilling presence."
The crowd's eyes narrowed. This man, standing there, already made people feel his sharpness. Now that he stepped forward, that sharpness grew even more intense and powerful, fully revealed.
However, the challenger who had stepped onto the platform was no weakling either. A cold light flashed in his indifferent eyes, and his entire body radiated a fierce battle intent.
"I know you use a blade, just like me. Bring out your blade."
The challenger spoke coldly, slowly untying the bundle on his back. Inside was a blade—ancient yet sharp, with sleeping azure dragons carved into it.
"A fine blade."
The black-clothed man replied coldly, his hand resting on his waist as he said slowly, "My blade does not leave its sheath. When it does, it must taste blood. You will see my blade the moment you die."
"You are too arrogant."
The cold young man gripped his Azure Dragon blade, and the blade's intent grew sharper and more domineering, causing the wind to howl. Around his entire body, a current of blade energy seemed to form, swirling and cutting endlessly.
At the same time, a fierce wind rose around the black-clothed man, his black robes rustling loudly. His entire being exuded a silent, murderous aura.
"Let's fight."
The cold young man stepped forward and struck out with his blade in an instant, without any hesitation.
"Roar..."
As the blade fell, a dragon's roar rumbled forth. The azure dragons carved on his blade seemed to come to life, turning into illusory dragon shadows that lunged at the black-clothed man, baring their claws and fangs as if to tear him apart.
"Slash."
The black-clothed man's face was cold. His hands turned into sharp blades, and two blade lights shot from his palms, directly splitting the dragon's body.
But at that moment, the cold young man closed in, leaping into the air and striking down with his blade. The roar sounded again, this time with five dragon shadows howling and madly charging at the black-clothed man, biting and tearing at him.
The black-clothed man lightly stamped his foot, retreating swiftly. His entire body was covered in terrifying true essence blade lights.
"Rumble."
His body slightly hunched, and terrifying true essence blades shot out, slicing through the dragon shadows. His movements were like a ghostly phantom—extremely fast and unpredictable.
"Kill."
A cold voice escaped his lips. Instead of continuing to retreat, he charged forward, still like a ghostly apparition, shifting left and right, unleashing true essence blades without pause.
He drew closer and closer to the cold young man.
The cold young man's blade technique was domineering and skillful, while the black-clothed man's was light and ethereal. His blade remained sheathed, but when it did come out, it would surely be terrifying.
Perhaps, when he got close enough to the cold young man, that would be the moment his blade struck.
The Azure Dragon blade technique indeed failed to block the black-clothed man's agile footwork and the relentless barrage of true essence blades. He grew nearer and nearer to the cold young man until, finally, a flash of cold light flickered like a ghost—light, ethereal, and incredibly fast. Many only saw the light, not the blade.
This strike would be a fatal one.
The cold young man's expression shifted slightly. He expelled his true essence power, and a terrifying blade aura surged violently. He reversed his Azure Dragon blade, aiming it at the opponent's incoming blade. But with a hissing sound and a flash of sparks, the two blades slid against each other.
The sharp willow-leaf blade slid along the Azure Dragon blade's body toward the cold young man's throat, aiming to slit his neck.
Just then, the panic in the cold young man's eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a smile—a sinister, eerie smile.
"Split!"
The young man roared. In an instant, his Azure Dragon great blade split apart. Multiple short blades shot toward the black-clothed man's head. The distance between them was too close. If the black-clothed man insisted on cutting his throat, he would surely die as well. And it was uncertain who would die first.
His expression darkened. The black-clothed man made an instant decision, twisting his blade and leaning backward. The short blades grazed past above him. At the same time, he felt a powerful force—his blade was knocked back, and a broken blade was now aimed at his throat.
What he saw in his eyes was the cold young man's indifferent, sinister smile.
"You lose." The cold young man spoke coldly. The black-clothed man's face turned grim: "You used such a trick."
"A trick is also part of strength. You were arrogant and conceited—who's to blame? If this were a life-and-death battle, you'd already be dead. Who would care about tricks?"
The cold young man sneered, causing the other to pause.
"I lose." The black-clothed man admitted, feeling humiliated. He was the second from the Snow Moon side to be defeated—out of three, two had lost.
The cold young man retrieved his broken blade, then slowly stepped over to Lin Feng's side. He was the second to qualify for the Snow Domain Grand Competition. As long as he could last until the end, his name would be on that list.
"Two people."
Seeing Lin Feng and the cold young man succeed, a fire of ambition ignited in the crowd. Among them were many at the Fifth Layer of the Profound Martial Realm. If Lin Feng and the other could win, why couldn't they?
On the Snow Moon Kingdom side, there were still several at the Fifth Layer of the Profound Martial Realm. On the Tian Feng Kingdom side, there were also many. These were all their targets.
Those who had already been challenged could not be challenged again consecutively; they had to be allowed to recover to their peak. So the crowd had to seek other targets. In their eyes, many of those standing on the platform were prey.
And indeed, many people stepped onto the platform to hunt their chosen prey.
By noon, eight had died in battle, and six were severely injured—all of them failed challengers. Of course, there were also many successful challengers. After Lin Feng and the cold young man, five more had won their challenges. They, too, had earned the right to enter the Snow Domain Grand Competition. Victory meant they were stronger than one of those standing on the stage.
Seven people—seven victors. No one continued to challenge. The mortality and severe injury rates were higher than the success rate, and those who did challenge were all top-tier individuals.
What remained now was to select five from these seven. These five would represent the Dragon Mountain Empire's faction and participate in the grand gathering of geniuses from the thirteen kingdoms of the Snow Domain!
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