Supreme of the Heavenly Realm-Chapter 748 - 742

"I wonder to what level Sikong Wuji’s strength has reached."

Inside the crystal chamber, Ye Xuan watched Sikong Wuji closely. As the head disciple of Heavenly Martial Holy Land, Sikong Wuji was a legend among the younger generation of the Holy Land, and his strength was not to be underestimated. From Sikong Wuji’s level of strength, one should be able to discern some clues about the two people before him.

Ye Xuan knew nothing about the young giants on the Holy List. The opponent’s Martial Arts routines and styles could only be seen in the current match.

Sikong Wuji stood in the field, naturally exuding authority. He radiated a trace of innate dominance, and looking at Xiong Heng opposite him, his eyes held not only dominance but also a hint of Aggressive Energy.

"Wild Fury!"

Xiong Heng made the first move, bursting out with a wild aura as if he were an enraged bear, his movements swift as lightning, locking onto Sikong Wuji’s life force.

The robust True Yuan quickly coalesced into a giant bear, roaring as it charged straight at him.

Sikong Wuji remained expressionless.

Clang!

A flash at his waist—the saber unsheathed.

A saber slashed out.

Whirl.

The True Essence Giant Cauldron split into two, the overbearingly powerful saber light directly aimed for Xiong Heng’s head.

Xiong Heng’s scalp tingled; what kind of Saber Skill was this, allowing him to feel a chill from the depths of his soul, making him unusually fearful?

Roar!

With a roar, Xiong Heng transformed into a giant demon beast bear, leaping into the air, dodging the saber light.

His original body was also a giant bear with ancient bloodline, possessing infinite crude strength, but also inherited the agility of a Demon Beast.

"Can you dodge it?"

However, as powerful and swift as Sikong Wuji’s movements were, they were even faster. Following closely, he leaped up, the second saber strike launched.

Pfft!

One of Xiong Heng’s wings was severed by the saber light, blood spraying everywhere.

"Armor of Earth!"

Enduring the intense pain, Xiong Heng shouted, a layer of earthy yellow armor appearing on his body, protecting his whole body, fully defensive.

The third saber had already arrived.

A large hole tore through Xiong Heng’s chest, and the earthy yellow armor only lasted a moment before the saber light penetrated his body, going right through.

"How formidable! This Saber Skill, it simply drives one to despair!"

Someone exclaimed in shock. If previously Marquis Long Jian’s offensive was purely dominating, overpowering with strength, then Sikong Wuji’s was different. His offensive gave a sense of overwhelming before even arriving, instilling fear in the opponent at the mere moment he drew his saber, already smelling defeat.

"After all, there is a difference of six ranks—Xiong Heng’s loss is not without reason! But Sikong Wuji’s strength, I’m afraid it might even threaten the top two contenders."

People shook their heads, not because Xiong Heng was too weak, but because Sikong Wuji had advanced further. The gap between them had become even larger than before, allowing Sikong Wuji to easily defeat Xiong Heng. Otherwise, it would have to be through an intense battle.

"It’s impossible to discern the truth."

Ye Xuan shook his head. Originally, he wanted to use this battle to gauge Sikong Wuji’s strength, but he didn’t expect the fight to end so quickly.

The third battle was between Jun Luoyu and Liang Yuechuan.

"So soon against him?"

Liang Yuechuan felt bitter. With his strength, he definitely couldn’t match Jun Luoyu, but of course, he wouldn’t just concede. Even if he was to be defeated, he had to fight.

Boom!

With his hands clasped together, a massive True Essence Giant Cauldron materialized in front of Liang Yuechuan. The cauldron formed and then forcefully slammed out, its mighty force aiming at Jun Luoyu.

Hiss!

Jun Luoyu stood motionless. He swung his sword, and a spark of cold light pierced through the True Essence Giant Cauldron and went through Liang Yuechuan’s throat. freewebnøvel_com

Liang Yuechuan fell.

"The gap is too wide!"

"Jun Luoyu truly deserves the title of genius Sword Saint."

"In terms of cultivation talent, within the younger generation of the Spirit Martial Continent, it seems no one can rival him."

Jun Luoyu’s swordsmanship left many in awe.

Similarly, his talent made many envious. At only twenty-six, Jun Luoyu possessed such terrifying strength. Many here, including Yuan Taiyi, were already over thirty or even forty years old – technically a generation older than Jun Luoyu. However, as long as one was under fifty, they could enter the Martial God Tower. Discussing age here seemed somewhat pedantic. It was merely a testament to Jun Luoyu’s astonishing talent.

When Yuan Taiyi was twenty-six, he was still an unknown, not yet claiming a spot on the Holy List, let alone being fourth.

"Don’t speak so prematurely. My Junior Brother Ye is just twenty-three this year. Let’s not hastily decide who the top genius of Spirit Martial Continent is."

Ling Hanye seemed a bit dissatisfied with these discussions. When it came to Spirit Martial Continent’s first talent, he believed there was someone who could compete with Jun Luoyu, and that was Ye Xuan.

"What, twenty-three?"

This revelation shocked everyone, and most eyes revealed an incredulous expression.

Twenty-three and already at the sixth level of the Martial God Tower – indeed, his talent was shocking, and could arguably rival that of Jun Luoyu.

Of course, most people still didn’t know exactly how strong Ye Xuan was. It needed to be tested in battle.

As for comparisons, Ye Xuan didn’t care. His own body truly started cultivation at eighteen, much later than Jun Luoyu, who began at a very young age. Moreover, Ye Xuan’s perspective was different from ordinary people. How could he possibly compare himself with the younger generation about who was the top talent? In Ye Xuan’s view, making it past the sixth level was what really mattered. If not, even winning the title of top talent would be useless.

The competition progressed quickly because everyone brought out some of their secret weapons to quickly end the fights and not reveal their strategies. After all, when both competitors were of similar strength, the final trump card and individual combat skills mattered greatly. It was impossible to keep things completely fair; it all depended on personal choices.

During this period, Ling Hanye faced Yuan Taiyi, the first on the Holy List, and was tragically eliminated.

In Yuan Taiyi’s hands, Ling Hanye could only endure ten moves before he could no longer hold on. A palm strike shattered his heart and then his body.

Though Ling Hanye was not weak, it was just that his opponent was too strong.

Buzz!

The crystal in the center of the arena sparkled again, revealing two names, one of which was strikingly Ye Xuan.

"Good, picked a soft persimmon."

Ye Xuan’s opponent was the fifteenth-ranked expert on the Holy List, named Lv Jie.

Lv Jie, also a considerably young expert whose rank on the Holy List climbed every year, couldn’t help but feel pleased when he saw Ye Xuan as his opponent. It seemed his luck was good. If he had encountered a top ten expert, he might have been defeated in the first round.

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