Chapter 65: The Ninth Battle

"Fellow Daoist Wang, is this what you meant by 'not losing a single time'?"

"There was a slight accident. I didn't expect Mi Shuhua to be willing to lend out that top-grade defensive magic robe."

Both sides placed great importance on this battle.

Mi Shuhua had paid a heavy price; not only did he offer a Foundation Establishment Pill as a reward, but he also bestowed two of his own top-grade magic tools.

Wang Haichao had prepared a top-tier exotic magic tool, the Crescent Moon Scimitar, and a top-grade water-attribute flying sword for his subordinate.

It could be said he had exhausted all his efforts.

As for the Lianyun Merchant Alliance, they were wealthy and imposing. Among the people they sent, aside from the strange formation flags in the first round, the sword pellet in Bai Qi's hand was even more precious.

It was just a pity that, strictly speaking, a sword pellet that had undergone blood refinement could no longer be considered a magic treasure embryo.

At most, it could only be counted as a top-grade offensive magic tool, and with the effects of turning sword light into silk and condensing it into one, it could be considered an exotic weapon.

But in the end, it still fell within the category of magic tools.

As long as it remained within this category, a top-grade defensive magic robe could withstand it for a while, thereby buying enough time and space for the battle.

This was the reason why defensive magic tools were always high in price and far more popular than offensive ones.

After a long while, the voice transmission came again.

"There have been a few too many accidents."

"The final battle must be won!" Wang Haichao said decisively.

"Are you sure there won't be any accidents?"

"Isn't Xiao Wuyan one of your people? Don't you have confidence?"

"Heh, it's not that I don't have confidence in him; it's that I don't have confidence in your intelligence-gathering capabilities!"

Wang Haichao was speechless for a moment.

In this battle, their chances of winning were undoubtedly huge.

Whether it was Min Longyu, who appeared first, or Yang Rusheng and Bai Qi, all possessed top-tier combat power at the ninth level of Qi Refining. If one added Gao Tingyuan, the Luo Sha Girl, and the member he had bestowed the top-grade magic tool upon, there were a full six matchups they were guaranteed to win.

However, due to incorrect intelligence, the Luo Sha Girl was defeated by Ceng Yilong, the Sick Tiger, and Bai Qi died at the hands of Qin Liangchen, the Jade-Breaking Tiger.

They had given away two winning rounds for nothing.

It was no wonder that Elder Zhou of the Lianyun Merchant Alliance had begun to lose trust in him.

"Rest assured, there will absolutely be no accidents in the final battle. That Wang Yuan has cultivated for too short a time. Although his combat power is strong, his realm is truly too low—only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. Otherwise, Mi Shuhua wouldn't have placed him last."

"But he is a protector of the Poshan Gang, just like Xu Renke, who possesses a magic treasure fragment. It shows his strength is not weak."

"His combat power is strong, but it is merely explosive. Xiao Wuyan is a top choice among Qi Refining cultivators, whether in terms of instantaneous burst or sustained combat."

"Fine! It's just a pity; if we could have won without Xiao Wuyan having to appear, that would have been best. However, since he is ranked last, he still has to make a move."

Wang Haichao felt helpless; things had already reached this point.

What was the use of saying more?

He could only strengthen his ally's confidence.

"There won't be any accidents. Believe me!"

Foundation Establishment cultivators could project their spiritual sense, and the distance for voice transmission was very far; communicating with each other was just a matter of a thought.

When they finished communicating, Wang Yuan and Xiao Wuyan finally appeared on the Dao Discussion Platform.

However, when Wang Yuan used his magic tool, Elder Zhou's shocked and angry voice came again.

"Didn't you say there wouldn't be any accidents? How is that guy at the eighth level of Qi Refining?"

Wang Haichao was dumbfounded.

His face twitched, as if he had been slapped.

He forced himself to say: "Why be so shocked and angry? What difference is there between the eighth and seventh levels of Qi Refining? The spiritual power within their bodies is still worlds apart from a ninth-level cultivator."

"Hmph!"

This time, Elder Zhou couldn't be bothered to say more to him.

In a private room, Elder Zhou said to his companion with a gloomy face: "I'm afraid Xiao Wuyan won't be able to hide it anymore. When the time comes, be sure to go to the Yuding Sword Sect to protect him."

"Brother Qin, are you alright?"

Looking at Qin Liangchen, who was being helped over, Luo Chen asked with concern.

Qin Liangchen swallowed a healing elixir, and his spirit felt slightly better for the moment.

Hearing this, he looked at Luo Chen as if looking at a foolish child.

"My arm has been severed; do you think I'm alright?"

Luo Chen chuckled and said a couple of times that it was good to be alive, good to be alive.

Qin Liangchen didn't mind, nodded at Mi Shuhua, and then cast his gaze onto the arena.

"I've won the ninth round for you; don't let me down!"

There were countless people like him who were closely watching the situation on the arena.

Luo Chen was also one of them.

He had always heard that Wang Yuan was very, very strong, and that his speed of rise and the depth of his strength made him a legendary figure among the loose cultivators in the current Dahe Square.

But in reality, he had never seen Wang Yuan make a move in person.

That fleeting glimpse from before was merely a scene of him carrying a blade and holding a head under the moonlight at night.

So, by what means did he build such a great reputation?

Under his gaze, the battle on the Dao Discussion Platform erupted directly without any nonsense.

The snowy long blade and the crystal-white long sword were both top-grade magic tools.

Once unleashed, their power was peerless for a time.

Luo Chen couldn't help but sigh; in a small place like Dahe Square, one usually saw a group of low-level loose cultivators.

But those who could become the top few were all so extraordinary.

Top-grade magic tools that were hard to see in the past were appearing one after another today, repeatedly refreshing his understanding of the current environment.

Perhaps it also had to do with the abundant resources in this world!

Of course, what he didn't know was that the top-grade magic tools appearing on the arena basically all came from the hands of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, plus the Lianyun Merchant Alliance.

Compared to the power of the magic tools, he was more concerned with Wang Yuan's combat methods.

After watching for a while, he couldn't help but cheer repeatedly.

He was worthy of being his big brother; his combat style was truly grand and imposing. Regardless of whether the opponent used magic tools or talismans, he would break them with a single blade.

Between his wide-open and wide-closing movements, his ferocity was even greater than Qin Liangchen's intensity from before.

In front, Mi Shuhua let out a clearly audible sigh of relief.

"It was worth it for me to find this Dragon-Slaying Blade for Wang Yuan. With the power of the magic tool, combined with his past insights into the Dao of the Blade, he has blazed a new trail and developed a fighting style that can slash when advancing and attack from afar."

"If he can reach Foundation Establishment and Core Formation, his power will surely be no less than a sword cultivator's."

"As for now, within half an incense stick of time, that Xiao Wuyan will surely be defeated!"

Qin Liangchen also praised: "With this offensive, he is already no longer beneath me. Being ranked last, he truly has the qualifications."

It seemed that he had also been dissatisfied with being ranked second to last to fight.

Hearing the two of them evaluate him, Luo Chen felt relieved in his heart.

It seemed the situation wasn't bad; he wouldn't have to go and collect Wang Yuan's corpse.

But some things were just that strange.

When one feels that no accident will happen, an accident is bound to occur.

The next moment, the whole arena was in an uproar!

Boom!

A dense blood-colored light erupted suddenly, with Xiao Wuyan's body as the core.

On the Dao Discussion Platform, after the battle with the demonic beast, the battle between the Foundation Establishment cultivator and the second-rank demonic beast, and the eight battles between the two gangs, it had long since been shattered and broken.

Even though it had been hastily cleaned up in the meantime, there were still plenty of blood, flesh, and bone fragments left behind.

At this moment, under that dense blood light, streaks of blood light lit up from all directions.

These blood lights, like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, flew toward Xiao Wuyan.

His complexion became strange, as if blood dragons were darting through his entire body.

"Die!"

Wang Yuan shouted, and the snowy white long blade suddenly bloomed with a blade glow over ten meters long.

Its power was so great that it even exceeded the limit of a top-grade magic tool.

At this moment, he seemed no longer to be the cultivator Wang Yuan, but had returned to being that undefeated grandmaster of the blade from the secular world.

However, facing this terrifying blade strike.

Xiao Wuyan merely raised his head and pointed his right hand from afar.

A blood-colored flood dragon detached from his body and flew out, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

The ten-meter-long blade glow shattered instantly.

"Demonic cultivator!"

"Blood Dao cultivator!"

Two terms were shouted out one after another from several places in the arena.

Luo Chen was puzzled.

Mi Shuhua was shocked and angry: "You thief, you are actually a Blood Dao cultivator, the most cruel among demonic cultivators! This person is not a cultivator from our Yuding Domain!"

At the same moment.

In the spectator stand where the Yuding Sword Sect was located, Pang Renxiong opened his eyes again.

He stared at Xiao Wuyan on the arena, and then his cold, sharp gaze fell upon the Dajiang Gang and another spectator stand.

"Luo Tianhong, Zhang Ran, after the grand ceremony ends, capture this person. Then, hold the Dajiang Gang and the Lianyun Merchant Alliance accountable for daring to harbor a Western Domain demonic cultivator!"

"Obey the Elder's order!"

"Obey the Elder's order!"

The two of them responded resolutely, their faces filled with anger.

As for whether Wang Yuan would win, that was no longer in their consideration.

The combat power of demonic cultivators had always been higher than those of the same rank, comparable only to sword cultivators.

Moreover, the thirty-six domains of the Eastern Wasteland had long since issued a decree prohibiting any sect from having contact with the Western Domain's demonic path.

Wang Yuan was undoubtedly going to lose!

At this moment, everyone seemed convinced of Wang Yuan's failure.

Only one person still held a glimmer of hope.

Mi Shuhua's shock and anger vanished, and his expression became calm once again.

On the Dao Discussion Platform, blood light permeated, like a sea of blood, with the blood-colored flood dragon roaring incessantly.

However, Wang Yuan's expression remained calm. Holding his long blade, he stepped with strange footwork, continuously hacking at the blood-colored flood dragon.

Boom!

It was another collision.

However, this time, the scene of his previous failure did not appear.

He pressed one hand onto the top of the blood-colored flood dragon's head and smiled coldly.

"Break!"

Rumble!

Powerful, strange energy continuously erupted. Amidst the roars of the blood-colored flood dragon, it continuously retreated until it disintegrated.

Xiao Wuyan's expression changed drastically: "Why is this so? You are actually unaffected by the boiling blood energy."

As he spoke, huge blood hands reached out, pressing down like a blanket.

Wang Yuan ignored them, either with a blade strike or a punch, continuously shattering the blood hands.

Such a counter-attack lasted for a full half an incense stick of time.

Until the blood light on Xiao Wuyan's body dimmed to the point of being invisible.

Wang Yuan walked in front of him, his bare physique suffused with the color of Vajra.

He looked down at Xiao Wuyan, who was half-squatting on the ground, panting heavily.

"Boiling blood energy?"

"My blood energy is above yours!"

As the words fell, the blade fell, and the head also fell to the ground.

At this scene, the whole arena was silent, followed by thunderous cheers.

Yuding Sword Sect spectator stand.

Luo Tianhong and Zhang Ran froze in place, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Above, Pang Renxiong frowned: "This little guy actually follows the path of an ancient body refiner; no wonder the Blood Dao cultivator could do nothing to him."

"Forget it, such an outcome just happens to highlight the principle that as the demonic path rises one foot, the Dao rises ten."

"The Dao Discussion Platform opening ceremony ends here!"

After speaking, he flew out of the spectator stand. ===== CHAPTER 66 =====