"You’re courting death!"

Cheng Jun was furious, his clothes fluttering without wind. The sharp cyclones around him suddenly became ten times more intense, like a storm, standing there, slicing the surrounding air into twisted fragments, making a hissing sound.

"If I can’t defeat you within ten moves, I’ll consider it my loss!"

With a cold shout, Cheng Jun’s foot moved, cracking the ground with lines of fissures. The sharp Qi force merged into the sword blade, slashing towards Luo Feng.

Swish!

The sword blade disappeared into the void, a white slash like a piece of silk, cutting through the air, heading straight for Luo Feng.

Swish!

In an instant, a white flash appeared, and the spot where Luo Feng originally stood was sliced open with a sword mark over three feet wide, extending several tens of meters away.

Swipe!

Luo Feng’s silhouette appeared ten steps to the left of the sword mark.

"So fast!"

Nanxuan’s face showed slight surprise; even though she had concentrated her eyes, she still couldn’t see how Cheng Jun had moved. The opponent’s swordsmanship was unbelievably fast, even beyond her reactions.

"This is the Mixed Yuan Wind Sword of Sky Sword Pavilion, renowned for its speed."

Xia Yunjing explained, her voice calm, though ripples stirred in her heart.

This Mixed Yuan Wind Sword was extremely fast, and ordinary Martial Artists found it very difficult to block. Yet, Luo Feng could easily evade it, which showed how extraordinary his Qinggong cultivation was.

Xia Yunjing thought to herself that even if it were her, she couldn’t avoid the sword Qi with such grace.

"You do run fast."

Cheng Jun squinted his eyes slightly, sneering:

"But, do you think your speed can rival my sword?" 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Hiss!

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Jun frantically drove the Yuan Qi within him, and the sharp airflow around him surged, forming several menacing cyclones.

"Chaos Hole Yuan Sky!"

With a loud shout, the sharp cyclones gathered, forming a green hurricane over ten meters long on Cheng Jun’s sword. He seemed to merge with the hurricane, becoming phantom-like, and slashed down fiercely with his sword.

Hiss... hiss... hiss...

The hurricane of sword Qi split in mid-air, transforming into eight small whirlwinds, roaring out. The aftermath tore terrifying cracks in the square, causing fierce winds all over the square, where large water spouts formed in the pool like angry dragons sucking water.

"The fifth level of the Mixed Yuan Wind Sword, ’Chaos Hole Yuan Sky! Cheng Jun has actually cultivated the Mixed Yuan Wind Sword to such a level!"

Lu Yun looked at the distorted sword Qi hurricane on the square, his face twisted, wishing to see Luo Feng torn apart by the sword Qi.

"Senior Sister Xia Yunjing..."

Nanxuan’s little face wrinkled into a ball, her hands clenched tightly together.

At this moment, she was somewhat uncertain if Luo Feng could defeat Cheng Jun.

After all, Cheng Jun’s swordsmanship was too terrifying, and even from this distance, she could feel immense pressure.

Xia Yunjing’s expression remained calm, saying, "Don’t worry."

"Who said I’m running away."

Facing the eight fierce sword Qi whirlwinds, Luo Feng coldly smiled, advancing instead of retreating.

Crack!

As the air exploded, four flaming arms appeared in the void behind Luo Feng. The muscles on these arms were rugged, burning with scarlet flames, leaping continuously, the scorching heat sweeping across the entire square.

"This is Linglong Hall’s Sky Fire King Fist!" Zhou Jian’s gaze shook.

Beside him, Su Rui nodded, an unusually serious expression on his face: "Four Sky Fire King’s Arms, his Sky Fire King Fist has been cultivated to the second level."

"Ruthless Way!"

Rushing to the front of the sword Qi whirlwind, Luo Feng punched out, and the fierce punch instantly transformed into a flaming bolt nearly ten zhang long, roaring out.

Boom... Boom... Boom...

The air exploded in layers, and the fiery punch, like a massive flame dragon, shattered the sword Qi whirlwinds and struck Cheng Jun’s Protective Gang Energy hard.

Puff!

As soon as he came into contact with the punch, Cheng Jun spat out a mouthful of blood, retreating furiously while the clothes on his arms caught fire.

Swipe!

At this moment, a silhouette appeared beside Cheng Jun, slapping the fiery punch with one palm.

Crash!

The fiery punch angled by three degrees, plunged into the pool, and a massive water column over ten meters high erupted.

"Such strong fist force!"

"Cheng Jun couldn’t even withstand one punch from Luo Feng; no wonder he had the confidence to face the enemy single-handedly."

"Cheng Jun has lost great face this time. He just said he would defeat Luo Feng within ten moves, but now he’s been beaten in two moves, and Luo Feng only used one hand. It’s like being slapped in the face in public."

People watching the battle nearby were shocked, even Zhou Jian and Zhuang Fei, not to mention the disciples of Yuangang Hall and guards of the City Lord Mansion, murmuring among themselves.

"Senior Brother Lu Yun, I..."

Cheng Jun looked ashamed, his face pale, tottering.

Lu Yun glanced at Luo Feng, saying in a deep voice: "You should step down, leave this to me."

Cheng Jun nodded, leaving the square without a word, not daring to look at Luo Feng.

Ranked forty-sixth on the New Dragon List, Cheng Jun initially aimed to get into the top forty at this year’s New Dragon Tournament, never taking Luo Feng seriously. This defeat had been a heavy blow to him.

After Cheng Jun’s departure, Lu Yun’s gaze fell on Luo Feng, his face darkening, "Luo Feng, let me take you on!"

"As long as you have the skill, come on. But let me say this first, if you are also defeated, don’t let another disciple of Sky Sword Pavilion come up to challenge me. It would be better if you all came together, to avoid the hassle."

As he said this, Luo Feng intentionally or unintentionally glanced towards Zhuang Fei nearby.

Lu Yun’s heart raged; even a fool could hear the sarcasm in his words. He snorted coldly, saying:

"To deal with you, I alone am more than enough! Bring it on!"

With a long howl, Lu Yun drew his sword, and the sharpness on his body peaked, slashing the air with a huge sword Qi towards Luo Feng.

What Lu Yun cultivated was also the Mixed Yuan Wind Sword, but his sword stance was several times stronger than Cheng Jun’s. This time, he was determined to make Luo Feng look bad in public, so he used all his strength from the moment he started.

"Wind Yuan Sword Qi!"

Swipe!

With a slash, a white light transformed into dozens of fierce sword Qi mid-air, slashing towards Luo Feng.

Luo Feng also wanted to test his current strength limits. With his eyes focused, the four Sky Fire King’s Arms behind him burst into flames, rushing out with an extremely fierce momentum.

Boom!

The fiery punch force rippled through the air like water waves, distorting the extremely fast sword Qi until it finally shattered.

Lu Yun frowned slightly, Luo Feng’s strength was even stronger than he imagined, but he didn’t pay too much attention, after all, the opponent had defeated Cheng Jun. It would be strange if he was defeated in one move.

Buzz!

With a shudder, a wind vortex formed under Lu Yun’s feet. Instantly, strong winds surged around, and a menacing aura rose to the sky.

"Mixed Yuan Hole Sky!"

As he slashed down, a hurricane of sword Qi appeared out of thin air, not eight, but twenty-four!

"Hehe, it seems there’s going to be a spectacle at this year’s New Dragon Tournament." Su Rui giggled as he looked at the square.

Zhou Jian nodded, "This year, talents have emerged in the various Golden Palaces, and with the Demon Sect wreaking havoc, everyone’s strength has advanced rapidly as well. This year’s New Dragon Tournament will undoubtedly be fierce. If we don’t work hard, we’ll all be left far behind."

During their conversation, the square had already become tumultuous.

The twenty-four sword Qi hurricanes covered half of the square, blocking out the sky and sun, scattering the flowing clouds, crushing towards Luo Feng with a fierce momentum that left the faces of the City Lord Mansion’s guards around them pale, and their spears hard to hold.

"Not bad. A few shades stronger than your useless junior brother."

Luo Feng’s gaze was icy, as he spoke, his clothes fluttered without wind, a surging wave of Yuan Qi spread out, a fierce flame light shot to the sky, and the Sky Fire King Fist in the mysterious void above him, transformed from four into eight.

"Eight Sky Fire King’s Arms, Ten-Armed Floating Butcher!"

A startled cry rang out, and the usually composed Xia Yunjing stood up from her seat, staring at Luo Feng, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, as if witnessing something unbelievable.

Beside Lin Yue’er, Nanxuan, and several Linglong Hall disciples were equally astonished.

They clearly remembered that when Luo Feng fought Yang Wanyi, he had only cultivated four Sky Fire King’s Arms.

Now, within just half a month, he had already cultivated eight Sky Fire King’s Arms. What an incredible martial arts talent!