Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 412 - 223: Tomorrow Mountain, Celestial Stage
"There are three rules."
"First, only Tier Two Transcendents are eligible to ascend to the stage."
"Second, the determination of victory or defeat relies on one side conceding or being completely incapacitated. Although stopping at the point is good, the battlefield is ruthless, and nothing is forbidden!"
"Third," Real Person Xuancheng lightly waved the horsetail whisk, pointing to the slowly rotating gigantic Eight Diagrams Heavenly Performance Platform, "To avoid premature competition among fellow disciples, in the early match-ups, we will try to avoid matching people from the same Pocket World Blessed Land. The first place will be determined first for the first team spot, and the second and third places will be determined through a platform battle format."
With the mention of "nothing is forbidden," the atmosphere on the scene instantly became more solemn and murderous.
This means that any means can be used!
This will be a true combat drill!
"Now, will all participants please come forward to draw lots!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
An elderly Daoist with a profound aura announced loudly beside Real Person Xuancheng.
A stone platform rose in the center of the platform, with a light sphere composed of countless runes suspended on it, within which light points representing different serial numbers danced.
The participating Tier Two powerhouses stood up one after another and walked towards the central stone platform.
Fang Qingyu also stood up and whispered to Jiang Wei, "I’ll go draw lots."
Jiang Wei nodded her little face.
Fang Qingyu smiled, rubbed her small head, and strode towards the lot-drawing area.
When it was Fang Qingyu’s turn, he reached his hand into the light sphere.
The touch was icy, as if touching flowing mercury.
With a subtle thought, a light point automatically jumped out, landing in his palm, transforming into a clear number imprint.
"Seventeen."
Fang Qingyu glanced at it, then turned around and walked back to the seat of Dragon Abyss Pavilion.
Soon, the lot-drawing was complete.
The gigantic Eight Diagrams of the Heavenly Performance Platform circulated, projecting the information for the first round of match-ups.
"First match, Alpha No. 3 platform, Qingcheng Mountain ’Flowing Cloud Sword’ Chen Song, versus, ’Fang Qingyu’!"
The voice spread throughout the venue.
In an instant, countless gazes focused on the Dragon Abyss Pavilion’s seat!
"The first match is Fang Qingyu!"
"His opponent is Chen Song? The one from Qingcheng Mountain who is quite accomplished in swordsmanship of this generation?"
"This will be a show! I wonder how this legendary killing star will fare against a Taoist Sword Cultivator?"
"Chen Song’s strength is not weak, ranking in the top five among Qingcheng Mountain’s younger generation, his Flowing Cloud Sword Technique is exquisite, combining hardness and softness..."
"Let’s see if Fang Qingyu is really as fierce as the legends say!"
Amid the discussions, a cyan figure floated down to the gigantic Heavenly Performance Platform’s Alpha No. 3 area like flowing clouds.
It was indeed Chen Song of Qingcheng Mountain.
His posture was upright, his face handsome, holding a longsword with flowing green light.
Before the sword was unsheathed, wisps of cloud aura had already surrounded him, his aura harmonious and long-lasting, distinctly showcasing the Grandmaster’s atmosphere of combining hardness and softness!
He looked towards the Dragon Abyss Pavilion’s direction, with eyes calm yet filled with a sense of gravity and strong battle intent.
Clearly, he was also aware of Fang Qingyu’s fearsome reputation, but as a Sword Cultivator, he possesses an unyielding pride.
"Brother Fang, please instruct!"
Chen Song’s voice was clear, penetrating the space.
Shua!
All eyes focused on Fang Qingyu.
Fang Qingyu stood up slowly, his expression calm and unruffled.
"Qingzi, be careful of his Flowing Cloud Sword Intent, the Chaining Force is substantial, don’t get dragged into his rhythm."
Wei Banmeng reminded in a low voice.
Fang Qingyu nodded, stepping forward.
There were no flashy lights of Thunder Shock Escape Shadow, no overwhelming might of Dragon Transformation, and even the fluctuation of Qi Blood was restrained to the extreme.
He simply walked as if strolling leisurely.
Step by step, unhurriedly walking towards the gigantic Heavenly Performance Platform.
And yet, this seemingly slow pace crossed a distance of several hundred meters in just a few steps, firmly landing a hundred meters opposite Chen Song.
This light but heavy speed made many spectators’ eyes focus.
Chen Song’s pupils slightly contracted as well, his grip on the sword hilt tightened more.
An expert can tell at a glance.
Fang Qingyu’s strength... seems to greatly exceed his expectations.
"Fang Qingyu."
Fang Qingyu stood still, his voice calm.
"Qingcheng Mountain, Chen Song!" Chen Song solemnly clasped his fists.
Buzz!
The runes at the edge of the Heavenly Performance Platform instantly lit up, and an invisible barrier rose, isolating this area. The battle, began!
"Forgive me!"
With a clear shout from Chen Song, he no longer held back!
Clang——!
The longsword was unsheathed, the sword’s sound clear and resounding, like a crane crying in the nine heavens!
With a movement of his form, he instantly turned into seven indistinguishable flowing cloud silhouettes, approaching Fang Qingyu from different directions and angles.
The sword light flickered, like a sudden storm, yet also like drifting clouds, each sword containing the Sword Intent of combining hardness and softness, sealing off all of Fang Qingyu’s escape routes.
The Sword Qi hadn’t arrived yet.
The entwining, adhesive, captivating, and transforming gentle force had already spread, as if to drag his opponent into a sticky cloud sea!
Cyan City Flowing Cloud Sword: Seven Clouds Lock Body!
Out of the gate, it was a killing move!
Clearly, Chen Song knew well about his opponent’s ferocity, and dared not probe at all!
Faced with the exquisite, combining-holding Swordsmanship blockade.
Fang Qingyu moved.
He just performed the simplest, most basic action.
Sink the waist, step forward, twist the body, the right fist like a bowstring, thrusting forward.
No Dragon Scale covering, no Tribulation Fire Thunder entangling, and not even evoking much Qi and Blood Power.
Just the purest physical strength.
Paired with the profound punching technique of Nine Prisons Break Extreme.
Boom!
Fist out!
An earth-shattering explosion resounded.
The air in front was forcibly compressed and shattered!
The omnipresent, real yet illusionary Flowing Cloud Sword shadows, the exquisite, combining-holding Sword Intent, the cloud sea mutability enough to chain and lock opponents of the same tier...
Before coming into contact with this punch, it was like encountering an invisible black hole!
