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"Did I just imagine it? The disciple of the Tiger Howl Sect actually retreated in a battle of strength." An Inner Sect Disciple looked around with a dazed expression. The shock was too great for him to believe at that moment.
"Heh heh, you didn't imagine it; he really did retreat. I never expected Ren Shixiong to be this powerful," another Inner Sect Disciple said with even more awe, his tone of address changing.
"Haha, let's see if he can still act so arrogantly this time. Ren Shixiong is indeed impressive; this is truly satisfying! Just thinking about his earlier smugness makes me angry," an Inner Sect Disciple laughed heartily.
"Exactly, exactly. I wonder how Ren Shixiong cultivated. From what I understand, he became an Inner Sect Disciple only four months ago, and not only has he reached the Refining Qi Ninth Layer, but his strength is also remarkable. It's hard to imagine."
"Haha... I say, Ren Shixiong must be a once-in-a-century genius; otherwise, how could he achieve such extraordinary accomplishments in just four months?"
"This kid is truly impressive; his growth rate is unbelievable. Even though it's just one sword strike, compared to the top three in the Inner Sect, he probably isn't any weaker," Elder Wu on stage said to himself in astonishment.
He had a deep impression of Ren Pingsheng. As an Inner Sect Disciple, he had defeated Huang Feng, who was at the Refining Qi Ninth Layer, in a Deathmatch with only the Qi Layer of Refining Qi. Such a genius had always attracted the sect's attention. He never expected that merely four months later, Ren Pingsheng had already reached the Refining Qi Ninth Layer and possessed such formidable strength.
"This is definitely a once-in-a-century genius, absolutely worthy of the sect's vigorous cultivation!" he thought joyfully to himself and prepared to report this matter.
"Your strength isn't that impressive! It's a pity I had high hopes for you!" Ren Pingsheng said lightly, his tone dripping with disdain. His tone and expression were reminiscent of how he spoke earlier on stage.
"You... Hmph! Don't think that just because you gained a slight advantage, you can be complacent. Winning or losing is still uncertain!" Wu Yang shouted angrily at Ren Pingsheng's attitude.
"Then show me your strength; your earlier bravado was quite impressive."
"If that's the case, let's see what you've got. You'll naturally understand my strength then." There was an indescribable strangeness in his tone.
"Is that so? Then I won't hold back!" Ren Pingsheng chuckled lightly, already drawing his sword. He transformed into a streak of dazzling light and instantly crossed a distance of four zhang, stabbing towards Wu Yang like a bolt of lightning.
"What a fast sword! But that's not enough!" Wu Yang shouted angrily as he swept his sword forward, seemingly slicing through the void to directly block Ren Pingsheng's attack.
Both sides moved at incredible speeds; Ren Pingsheng's first strike was ineffective as he shifted his body to another side and thrust out another sword strike. His figure created multiple afterimages as mist slowly enveloped the entire stage.
The Inner Sect Disciples below could not see the situation on stage clearly; they could only occasionally hear the sounds of metal clashing. Each of them stared wide-eyed, anticipating the outcome they imagined in their minds.
"What an impressive Movement Technique; it must be a High-Level Body Technique! It seems this kid had quite a few adventures during his last Experience," Elder Wu, sitting on the stage, observed the battle with increasing satisfaction.
"Not bad. He has talent, perseverance, strength, and luck. These are all essential qualities for becoming a powerful warrior. This kid is likely to achieve remarkable accomplishments in the future."
On the other side, Zhao Jingshan from the Tiger Howl Sect had a somewhat grim expression. He could see that Wu Yang was clearly at a disadvantage now. With his advantage gone, he was trapped by his opponent's Movement Technique. However, thinking of the treasure armor on Wu Yang's body, he leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed and unconcerned.
"The opponent's defense is decent, but if the sword speed were a bit faster, breaking through his defense wouldn't be difficult. But does he really have treasure armor? I guess I’ll have to test it out." Amidst the numerous illusions, Ren Pingsheng attacked while contemplating.
He had watched the previous Match closely and was certain that there was something unusual about Wu Yang. Coupled with Zheng Long's reminder, he naturally kept it in mind. If there really was treasure armor, even he wouldn't be able to break through the opponent's defense.
It's important to note that treasure armor is used by Warrior Strongmen. Therefore, only attacks from Warrior Strongmen can be effective against it. He wasn't confident enough to think he could match a Warrior Strongman.
"Let's see if it's really treasure armor." For some reason, Ren Pingsheng had a feeling that there was something off about the treasure armor on Wu Yang; otherwise, he wouldn't be so restricted.
With this thought in mind, he once again increased the speed of his strike by three points. Just as Wu Yang reacted, Ren Pingsheng's sword had already pierced him.
The consequence of this strike was that Wu Yang staggered back a few steps with an ugly expression. The reason for his grim face was that Ren Pingsheng's strike made him acutely aware of their disparity.
He had been feeling smug about his defense, thinking he had sent his opponent away empty-handed. But now this situation felt like a slap in the face. Ren Pingsheng hadn't even used his full strength.
"Indeed something is strange; it seems the defense is quite solid." Ren Pingsheng looked at the sword in his hand and then glanced at Wu Yang as he murmured to himself.
As the heavy illusions dissipated, many Inner Sect Disciples finally saw what had just happened. Their previously delighted expressions turned grim as they realized that Wu Yang had not been injured. Now everyone knew there was something odd about Wu Yang since a similar situation had occurred in the previous match.
"Haha, your strength is impressive; you’re not much weaker than our Tiger Howl Sect's top Inner Sect Disciple. Unfortunately, you can't break my defense. Even if my strength is inferior to yours, you will still lose," Wu Yang said with a sudden arrogant laugh upon seeing Ren Pingsheng’s silence.
"Oh really? So you're not the top Inner Sect Disciple of Tiger Howl Sect. That makes me curious; since you have such formidable defense, why not take down the first place?" Ren Pingsheng replied with a surprised chuckle.
"Let me guess; your defense probably has some flaws. If you duel too many people, they will discover them. That's why you didn't use it at first; only when it came time to determine victory did you activate this defense. Hehe, am I right?"
"You..." Wu Yang's eyes involuntarily narrowed like needles as he looked at Ren Pingsheng, feeling an inexplicable chill. However, he was not an ordinary person and soon replied expressionlessly, "You will slowly find out whether it is true or not."
"That suits me well; I also want to see if this so-called defense, or treasure armor, is truly unbreakable." Ren Pingsheng appeared interested, scanning the other person without a hint of worry in his expression.
"Hmph, after attacking for so long with no results, it's my turn now." With that, he moved like the wind, stepping right next to Ren Pingsheng and slashing with his sword, the momentum overwhelming.
"The power and momentum are good, but unfortunately, the speed is too slow." With a flicker, he vanished and reappeared on the other side; the shattered form was merely an illusion.
"Damn it!" He roared in anger, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. Yet every strike landed on an illusion; he was so close to hitting the target but failed time and again.
"Ren Shixiong is definitely my idol; he's amazing and so cool!" an Inner Sect Disciple exclaimed in admiration. It felt like a completely unequal match; the gap between the two was too vast.
Bang! Wu Yang, who had been continuously attacking, suddenly froze and was sent flying. Ren Pingsheng's figure appeared behind him; he had made his move.
"An even stronger attack than last time, yet there’s still no damage. This defense is indeed impressive." He stroked his chin in contemplation.
"Hehe, it's useless; your attacks are completely ineffective." Wu Yang steadied himself, his face twisted into a deranged smile. The repeated failures of his attacks had begun to drive him to madness.
"Kill..." He laughed maniacally and charged at Ren Pingsheng with reckless abandon, swinging his sword fiercely without any regard for defense. Sword light poured down like rain, filling the entire arena with only sword light and flashing figures.
"A madman is the most terrifying; this could be tricky. I refuse to believe that defense is this strong!" Ren Pingsheng frowned slightly; dealing with a monster who feared no injury left him no room for carelessness.
"Let’s try this technique!" He turned his longsword in hand, increasing its speed slightly as he executed the destructive Seven Star Sword Technique.
Bang! Bang! Three consecutive strikes landed on Wu Yang's body, but he merely paused momentarily before launching another fierce attack. Ren Pingsheng swiftly turned and found himself behind him, landing another strike on Wu Yang.
"The power isn't enough; let's see how it fares when combined." This time he dodged Wu Yang's attack; the sword light surged like a rainbow as he thrust out two strikes that combined their power and exploded forth instantly.
This time Wu Yang struggled to stabilize himself, his face turning pale. Although it was just a fleeting change, it did not escape Ren Pingsheng's keen eyes.
"Ha ha, this defense is indeed not invincible. Given the situation, a four-hit combo should be able to break through his defense. This match should come to an end."
His footsteps suddenly moved forward, crossing nearly ten yards in an instant. The sword in his hand carried a fierce wind and, at an incredible speed, thrust out once more.
Wu Yang's expression changed slightly, but he still did not defend himself and slashed down with his sword. The momentum was as swift as the wind and fierce as fire; being hit would definitely result in serious injury.
Ren Pingsheng smiled lightly, his figure blurring as he appeared behind Wu Yang. The sword in his hand was still in a thrusting position, and in an instant, four Sword Lights flashed and struck at a single point.
Wu Yang, who had been planning to continue his attack sideways, trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper. His eyes widened in anger, filled with confusion, shock, and a hint of fear.
The sharp, knife-like force surged into his body continuously. If it weren't for the protective armor weakening the blow, it might have pierced his heart directly. At that moment, he felt the approach of death.
"You've lost. It's a pity that from your expression, it seems you don't have the resolve to take your own life," Ren Pingsheng said, pointing his sword at him with an indifferent expression.
"This time it was only because you were prepared. Next time I will naturally win back," Wu Yang replied defiantly despite his defeat.
"Is that so? Unfortunately, you won't have that opportunity again. Those who are defeated by me will be left far behind for life, only able to look up at me," he said nonchalantly.
This duel officially came to an end, with the result being that the disciple of Azure Wind Sword Sect emerged victorious.
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