Martial Arts Overlord-Chapter 627 - 625: Advancement!

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It’s so powerful!"

Upon seeing the diffused golden Sword Qi on the dueling platform, many people revealed astonished expressions.

Feeling the sharp aura rush toward him, He Wu was filled with terror. For the first time, he felt such an intense crisis, as if daggers were pressed against his back.

Not daring to be careless, He Wu shouted loudly, his earth-yellow halo exploding outwards.

"Tiger Shaking the World!"

His body sank lower. The earth-yellow halo around He Wu transformed into a nearly four-meter-tall Yuan Qi Giant Tiger, suppressing all directions and causing the ground beneath his feet to crack inch by inch.

BOOM!

The first wave of Sword Qi.

BOOM!

The second wave!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM...

Streams of Sword Qi continuously bombarded He Wu. He Wu exerted all his Yuan Qi to protect his body. However, the sharp aura within the Sword Qi still made his entire body tingle, his meridians aching faintly.

BOOM!

The fifteenth wave of Sword Qi made He Wu stagger, his face turning somewhat pale.

The sixteenth wave of Sword Qi followed closely.

SPLAT!

The Yuan Qi Giant Tiger was split apart. He Wu spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating rapidly. Using his right hand to support himself on the ground, he managed to prevent himself from falling.

CLANG!

Bing Ruolan inserted the blue sword back into its sheath, looking at He Wu. "Your strength is nothing more than that."

"You!"

He Wu tried to stand up but spat out another mouthful of blood.

The official in charge of the assessment shook his head and declared, "Bing Ruolan wins."

Then, he turned to Bing Ruolan, smiling. "Congratulations on advancing. I hope you continue to strive in the finals."

There were only ten people in Group Eight. By defeating He Wu, Bing Ruolan claimed first place in her group.

"Thank you, Official!"

Bing Ruolan smiled sweetly and gracefully descended the dueling platform.

"Congratulations," Luo Feng smiled.

Bing Ruolan was also very happy about advancing. She winked at Luo Feng and playfully said, "You also advanced, didn’t you?"

"There’s one more match," Luo Feng replied.

Bing Ruolan pursed her rosy lips and said with a laugh, "Xu Zhan already admitted defeat to you. Who else would dare to challenge you?"

Luo Feng gave a faint smile, then turned to look at He Qin. "He Qin, be careful in your next match. Your opponent is Liu Ling."

"Mm."

He Qin gave a slight nod. Liu Ling, ranked fifth among the top ten young experts, was not to be underestimated.

Only 104 students participated in the life-and-death matches. By the end of the tenth round, the advancing contenders from six of the groups had been decided.

Group One: Ye Siyi.

Group Two: Yi Wuxue.

Group Three: Liu Changfeng.

Group Six: Wu Tong.

Group Eight: Bing Ruolan.

Group Ten: Shi Zhong.

The remaining four groups would then proceed to the eleventh round to determine the final contenders.

"Only four matches left. Luo Feng is sure to advance, but I wonder if there will be any upsets in the other three groups."

"There aren’t any powerful contenders in Groups Four and Seven. The ones who should advance are probably Xie Xuantong and Han Xing. What I’m most looking forward to is the duel in Group Five."

"Yes, Liu Ling, the ’Heart Locking Double Swords,’ is at the second level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, while He Qin has comprehended Sword Intent. Both have their strengths. The duel will definitely be extraordinary..."

As the life-and-death matches neared their end, the atmosphere at Sky Feather Square grew even more fervent. Everyone was discussing the remaining four groups and who would advance.

The most contentious match was the upcoming duel between Liu Ling and He Qin.

After all, in the other three groups, the gap in strength between opponents was too great, leaving no suspense.

After a rest period equivalent to the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the official in green robes announced the start of the eleventh round.

The opponents of Xie Xuantong and Han Xing instantly admitted defeat, allowing them to advance to the finals.

Luo Feng’s opponent was a petite young girl.

Luo Feng initially thought she would concede, but she climbed onto the dueling platform.

This surprised everyone. After all, Luo Feng’s strength was evident to all. Even ’Blood Hand’ Xu Zhan had voluntarily admitted defeat. This girl was only at the mid-stage of the first level of the Spiritual Rotation Realm; it seemed a waste of time for her not to concede.

Luo Feng lightly touched his nose and leaped onto the dueling platform.

The petite girl had a delicate and pretty face, adorned with a few freckles. Her large eyes were bright. She held a willow-leaf saber in her arms, appearing quite endearing.

Upon seeing Luo Feng, the girl’s gaze trembled. She nervously said, "Senior Brother Luo Feng... I... I’m Zhou... Zhou Tong. I also practice saber techniques, and I want to..."

Perhaps due to excitement or nervousness, the girl couldn’t finish her sentence. Her small face reddened as she held her breath, appearing flustered and unsure what to do, which provoked laughter from the crowd.

Luo Feng, seeing that the girl did not seem to intend to fight, smiled and said, "Take your time. Say what you want."

Hearing Luo Feng’s calming tone, Zhou Tong relaxed a bit. She took a deep breath, looked up at Luo Feng with admiration in her eyes, and said, "Senior Brother Luo Feng, you’ve grasped the Grand Momentum. I want to experience it. I was wondering... if... if it’s possible..."

By the end of her sentence, Zhou Tong’s voice had faded to a whisper. Her young shoulders were trembling slightly, revealing her nervousness.

She had practiced saber techniques since she was young and had always dreamed of grasping the Grand Momentum. Seeing that her opponent was Luo Feng, she mustered her courage to make this request, hoping to gain some insight.

So that’s why she didn’t concede, Luo Feng thought with a wry smile.

"Senior Brother Luo Feng... I know my request is unreasonable. It’s fine if you refuse..." Zhou Tong hunched her shoulders, looking at the ground.

Luo Feng smiled faintly and said, "I accept."

"Really?"

Zhou Tong was startled, then looked at Luo Feng with surprised joy.

Luo Feng nodded slightly. "Are you ready?"

Zhou Tong immediately drew her willow-leaf saber, her delicate eyebrows knitted together, her face extremely solemn. She replied, "Yes, I’m ready."

"Be careful then."

Luo Feng warned, stepping forward. He raised his palm, shaping it like a blade, and slashed through the air.

VMMMM!

The Saber Qi erupted from his palm, extending over ten meters and seemingly tearing a curtain between heaven and earth. It was as if a mountain was bearing down, or a peerless treasured saber was unsheathed—sharp to the extreme, heavy to the utmost.

Zhou Tong stared with wide eyes at the crushing Saber Qi, her body frozen in place.

SWOOSH!

Just as the Saber Qi was about to hit the girl, Luo Feng angled his right hand, redirecting the attack towards the adjacent dueling platform.

BOOM!

The platform was cleaved open, creating a huge gap, and it collapsed.

"Alright," Luo Feng said.

So this is the Grand Momentum. It’s as powerful as the Principal described...

The girl mumbled vacantly, then suddenly came to her senses and bowed repeatedly to Luo Feng. "Thank you, Senior Brother Luo Feng, for your kindness! I feel the Grand Momentum is much clearer in my mind now. If I can comprehend even a hint of it one day, I, Zhou Tong, will be eternally grateful!"

Luo Feng wasn’t particularly concerned, stating indifferently, "It was a small effort, not worth mentioning."

The girl thanked him a few more times and then conceded to the match official.

"Luo Feng, congratulations on your advancement."

The match official was a beautiful woman, and her gaze towards Luo Feng carried considerable admiration. Some young talents were arrogant and looked down on others. It was rare to find someone like Luo Feng, who helped others so selflessly and without any airs.

Luo Feng just nodded, not paying it much mind. Comprehending the Grand Momentum was not an easy task. Without talent, even with direct instruction, it would still be impossible.

At this moment, in the life-and-death matches, only Group Five had yet to conclude.

On the fifth dueling platform, two beautiful young women faced each other: He Qin and Liu Ling.

Liu Ling was strikingly beautiful, with enchanting phoenix eyes. Holding her twin swords and watching He Qin, she laughed coquettishly, "He Qin, I’m so envious that you’ve comprehended Sword Intent! Please be gentle with me later."

He Qin’s gaze was cold. She slowly unsheathed her Cold Snow sword, saying, "Don’t belittle yourself. I will give it my all."

"Your personality certainly matches the rumors."

Liu Ling sighed softly. The twin swords in her hands danced, creating illusory blossoms. Her gaze suddenly turned fierce, a stark contrast to her enchanting demeanor moments before.

"Let’s begin!"

SWOOSH!

The moment she moved, Liu Ling unleashed her full strength. Her body erupted with a cyan glow as she attacked He Qin with Thunder Power.

"Double Swallows Flying Together!"

With her twin swords held close, Liu Ling’s figure was as light as a feather, drifting forward. Though her movements seemed gentle and lacking force, the sharp aura emanating from her sword tips sent a chill through onlookers’ hearts.

He Qin’s wrist flicked, her icy eyes brilliantly illuminated by the light of her sword.

"Sword Intent Like Snow!"

Her snow-colored dress stirred as if moved by an unseen wind. Suddenly, a cold wind swept across the dueling platform, and crystalline snowflakes began to fall, drifting lazily.

WHOOSH!

An elusive Sword Intent burst from within He Qin. Her entire being seemed to transform into a snowflake, piercing through the blizzard to meet Liu Ling’s attack head-on with a single sword strike.

CLANG!

The two sword lights collided in mid-air. Scattered Sword Qi tore through the snow and wind, carving deep marks onto the platform. Some stray Sword Qi even flew past the stage, shooting towards the audience stands a thousand meters away.

SWOOSH!

Several Sky Mountain administrators appeared around Sky Feather Square, waving their hands to project a Palm Gang, blocking the stray Sword Qi.

"What an astonishing swordsman duel!"

A collective gasp went through the audience, followed by an almost complete silence. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the fourth dueling platform, not wanting to miss a single exciting moment.

With her attack thwarted, Liu Ling’s Daimei furrowed slightly. He Qin’s Sword Intent could solidify a Martial Artist’s Yuan Qi, making her even more difficult to deal with than anticipated. The chilling sensation from the opposing sword tip was gradually freezing half of Liu Ling’s body.

This battle must be decided quickly.

A glint flashed in Liu Ling’s beautiful eyes as she circulated her Yuan Qi. An intense, sharp aura surged from her sword tips.

"Swallow’s Turnaround!"

Her figure whirled in a half-circle. Liu Ling’s twin swords suddenly split, attacking He Qin from both left and right at an inconceivable angle.

This tactic of alternating between combined and separated attacks was Liu Ling’s signature style, capable of unsettling an opponent’s mind. By observing changes in her opponent’s expression, she could launch unexpected attacks to secure victory. This was why she was known as the ’Heart Locking Double Swords.’

He Qin remained expressionless, not retreating a single step.

With a flick of her fair wrist, the snow and wind around her suddenly parted, revealing several invisible streams of energy sweeping towards Liu Ling.

TING! TING! TANG!

Transparent Sword Qi continually struck Liu Ling’s twin swords, momentarily slowing her assault.

Taking advantage of this brief opening, He Qin’s eyes narrowed. Her Cold Snow sword, radiating a chilling Qi Force, thrust towards Liu Ling.

WHOOSH!

A thick beam of Sword Qi whistled out. Wherever it passed, the air condensed into numerous ice crystals. These crystals were also exceedingly sharp, like tiny swords, possessing an unparalleled keenness.

Liu Ling’s Daimei furrowed again; she couldn’t read He Qin’s thoughts.

"Swallow Returning to its Nest!"

With a soft cry, Liu Ling tapped her foot on the ground. Her graceful figure retreated like a butterfly, her twin swords once again merging into one as she thrust forward.

BOOM!

The two streams of Sword Qi collided in mid-air, unleashing a thunderous roar as fierce, sharp energy radiated in all directions.