This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Xue Hanfeng seemed to have only launched two swords, yet the consumption was no less substantial, whether it was the extended period of lurking before or the full-force Burst Sword that followed.

Wuda believed he had first defeated a disciple of the Sword Sect and then drained a considerable amount of Xue Hanfeng’s Spiritual Power. He felt his performance was without fault and naturally bore no hint of discouragement.

Xue Hanfeng’s expression remained icy.

He immediately swallowed a Qi Replenishing Pill, calmed his mind and spirit, and began swiftly restoring his depleted Spiritual Power.

The rest period of two hours was too short.

It was one thing not to be able to restore Spiritual Power to its optimal state, but he could at least replenish a bit of it.

But how could Divine Sense and vitality be so easily restored?

That was an unavoidable issue for every Cultivator under such competition rules.

Xue Hanfeng didn’t want to mull over too much. Right now, his only thought was to drag the Central Heavenly Realm down with him before his own defeat!

The Sword Sect was never one to be trifled with, no matter when.

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Two hours later.

Xue Hanfeng stood up and surveyed the crowd around him.

In an instant, the venue fell silent; everyone turned into turtles retreating into their shells, with no one choosing to challenge him proactively.

It wasn’t that Xue Hanfeng was invincible, but it simply wasn’t worth it.

After all, the competition was only at its twelfth bout.

As for the original Six Domains Alliance?

With Xue Hanfeng, the Eastern Domain had just two people left, a sure sign of defeat. Who would be so selfless to make a wedding dress for someone else?

Xi Xiang had anticipated this as well. It wasn’t that he had mystic powers of foresight; it was just the way human nature worked.

After waiting a moment and seeing no one coming forward to challenge, Xue Hanfeng’s gaze landed on the group of Cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm, and he slowly uttered five words, “Central Heavenly Realm’s Tian Hai.”

Without grim threats or a thunderous rage, Xue Hanfeng remained as calm as frost.

The Nurturing Heart Platform became quiet.

Among the Cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm, the one named Tian Hai stepped forward with a solemn expression.

“The thirteenth bout of Magical Combat will be in the Swamp Realm,” King Qing Mei announced.

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Three hours later.

The Zhao Wall displayed a small world dominated by towering mountains.

Within it, a gold and a blue Sword Light danced haphazardly. Amidst the uneven peaks, the onslaught of the Sword Lights caused stones to fall like rain, even turning them to powder.

The opposing Spiritual Cultivator from the Central Heavenly Realm put up a strenuous defense, moving and dodging the Flying Swords with difficulty. In a moment of panic, as he was about to be pierced through the heart by a sword, King Qing Mei intervened, bringing him out of the small world.

“The fourteenth bout of Magical Combat, still a victory for the Eastern Domain,” announced King Qing Mei in front of the Mountain and Sea Pillar.

Xue Hanfeng, who was brought out of the small world along with the Cultivator from Central Heavenly Realm, wore a cold, detached expression, showing no sign of pride for his three consecutive wins.

He seized the time to take a pill to Restore Spiritual Power, preparing for the next bout of Magical Combat.

Below the Nurturing Heart Platform, as the defeated Spiritual Cultivator returned to his group, the Southern Ming Marquis from Great Xia, who was leading the Central Heavenly Realm’s team, had already turned an extremely sullen shade of blue.

After consecutive losses, how could he not see the Eastern Domain’s wolfish ambition?

It was clear they aimed to drag the Central Heavenly Realm down!

Meanwhile, the other Cultivators from the Five Regions, who had previously aligned with him, now assumed an expression of looking straight ahead, indifferent.

A dog-eat-dog situation—they were only too happy to watch, let alone lend a helping hand. Dream on!

“The Sword Sect is truly ruthless,” the Southern Ming Marquis acknowledged that he could not count on these people. With a gloomy expression, he made the most reluctant choice, “Li Feng, you go next; we can’t let Xue Hanfeng continue to eliminate our people like this.”

‘Water Severing Blade’ Li Feng, fourth on the Yellow List, had the strength to completely outmatch tenth-ranked Xue Hanfeng.

Not to mention that Xue Hanfeng had already been in three consecutive battles, and his condition was not good.

Standing behind the Marquis of Nanming, a man of average height nodded slightly when he heard this, not objecting to his seemingly premature appearance in the lineup.

He was Li Feng.

Another two hours passed, and by the time Xue Hanfeng stood up again, Li Feng had already started moving forward, “Li Feng of the Central Heavenly Realm challenges the Eastern Domain.”

“Can’t hold back anymore, huh?” Xue Hanfeng licked his lips and revealed a cold smile towards Li Feng.

He did not have any feud with Li Feng; his mockery was intended for the Marquis of Nanming to see.

Now that Li Feng had chosen to actively challenge him, regardless of who won or lost the fight in the end, the Sword Sect had already achieved its purpose.

King Qing Mei, being the cultivator with the highest cultivation in the entire arena, spoke only a little. Other than the necessary formalities of presiding over the tournament, he stayed silent the rest of the time.

He seemed oblivious to the turbulent undercurrents and simply nodded. With a flick of his finger, another Mountain and Sea Pillar lit up.

“The arena for this battle will be the Canyon Realm.”

The Canyon Realm was quite a unique small world, somewhat similar to the Grassland Realm in that it had no obstacles.

However, the difference was that the Canyon Realm had unbreakable cliffs on both sides, leaving only a single strip of sky in the middle.

This was somewhat like the bridge battles found in popular novels.

Spiritual Light enveloped Xue Hanfeng and Li Feng, transporting them into the small world.

In front of the Zhao Wall, the scene inside the small world was timely displayed.

Xue Hanfeng and Li Feng appeared in the middle section of the narrow gorge, only a few miles apart.

No formalities were exchanged, and a long saber swirling with green light had already appeared in Li Feng’s hand.

Then with a flash of cold light, Li Feng’s figure turned into a blur of light that burst forth.

The moment he moved, Xue Hanfeng also reacted swiftly, maneuvering his two Flying Swords to launch a relentless attack on Li Feng, trying to defeat him before he could get close.

Facing the oncoming Flying Swords, a look of excitement could be seen in Li Feng’s eyes.

As a Body Cultivator, he did not fear these Flying Sword attacks!

Among Sword Cultivators, Dharma Cultivators, and Body Cultivators—known as the “Iron Triangle” of the Cultivation World—a widely spread saying was: Sword Cultivators restrain Dharma Cultivators, Dharma Cultivators restrain Body Cultivators, and Body Cultivators restrain Sword Cultivators.

Body Cultivators fear the Dharma Cultivator’s endless controlling spells but tend to be unconcerned about Sword Cultivator attacks due to their thick-skinned nature;

Meanwhile, Dharma Cultivators, who can easily handle Body Cultivators within the palm of their hands, are helpless against Sword Cultivator’s faster and longer-ranged Flying Swords.

This saying cannot be taken completely literally, but it cannot be completely disregarded either.

The next instant, Li Feng directly released his Dharma Aspect, which was a colossal golden lion with two heads.

Ignoring the threat of the two Flying Swords in the air, he, along with his Dharma Aspect, charged towards Xue Hanfeng.

Rushing and striking fiercely, the fighting style of Body Cultivators has always been robust and straightforward.

This was the romance of a Body Cultivator.

Ding Ding Ding!

The Flying Swords wielded by Xue Hanfeng bombarded Li Feng’s Dharma Aspect, as if striking a boulder, continuously deflected, and in a short period were unable to inflict any real harm on Li Feng.

In such circumstances, Sword Cultivators have only two ways to respond: either play kite and keep distance or switch to stronger External Sword techniques for close combat, to see whether their Physical Body is tougher, or the opponent’s sword is sharper.

Unfortunately for Xue Hanfeng, who specialized in Internal Sword techniques, the second option was not viable.

That left only the strategy of playing kite.

However, to play kite effectively, one needs ample space.

Although the small world was vast, it was ultimately limited, and this being the Canyon Realm, he could only pull back so far until there was nowhere left to retreat to.

Yet, this was the only method that Xue Hanfeng could think of at the moment.

Bearing this in mind, Xue Hanfeng kept retreating, while his Flying Swords continuously launched forward attacks.

This was the least technical battle of attrition.