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The next day, Ren Pingsheng and the others gathered at Yunxi Tavern; today was the day of the Duel. It was also the day that would determine whether Han Yunxi could marry his beloved and fulfill his wish.
Today, Han Yunxi wore a moon-white silk robe, with long hair cascading over his shoulders. His already handsome face was filled with charming smiles, exuding an air of confidence. Even Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but exclaim that this was a standard handsome man; no wonder the Third Miss of the Qian Family had taken a liking to him!
The four of them arrived in front of the largest residence in the eastern district of Yunxi City. The vermilion door stood tall, flanked by two imposing stone lions. In the center of the door hung a plaque bearing the name of the Qian Family.
"I am Han Yunxi, here for the Duel today. Please inform them!" Han Yunxi stepped forward, cupping his hands in greeting, and said with a smile.
"Young Master Han can go right in; the master has already instructed us," replied a servant respectfully. This person might soon become the son-in-law of the Qian Family, so he dared not show any disrespect.
"Thank you, let's go in!" As soon as they entered, someone quickly approached to lead them to the Qian Family's arena, where disciples usually practiced and sparred.
"Uncle, Yunxi is here today to participate in the Duel. However, regardless of the outcome, my feelings for Xin'er remain unchanged. I hope you understand!" Han Yunxi said respectfully to a middle-aged man who strode over with an imposing presence. It seemed this man was indeed the Qian Family Head.
"Hmph, win the Duel first," said the Qian Family Head indifferently as he sat down on a prepared chair. His attitude was clear; strength would speak for itself.
"Father!" A woman dressed in purple with waist-length hair and a beautiful appearance walked over gracefully, bowing slightly as she spoke.
"Xin'er, why are you here?" The Qian Family Head's expression darkened as he asked.
"This Duel concerns my happiness; naturally, I must come and see. Besides, I like Yunxi regardless of your objections," she replied. Although she appeared delicate and gentle, her tone was quite firm. Clearly, she was someone with her own opinions.
"Xin'er, you..." Hearing this, Han Yunxi felt a surge of emotion and didn't know what to say.
"Hmph! Unless you win the Duel, don't even think about being together. Don't think I'm joking; where are your people? Hurry up and get started!" The Qian Family Head's mood was evidently not very good.
"Gentlemen, I will leave it to you from here," Han Yunxi said expectantly to Ren Pingsheng and the others.
"Rest assured, since we promised Manager Han, we will certainly do our best!"
Ren Pingsheng glanced at the three opponents, all of whom were at the Eleventh Layer of Qi Refinement. It seemed that the head of the Qian family was well-prepared.
"I'll go first in the first match!" The warrior from the Shi Family was the first to jump onto the competition stage. Opposite him stood another warrior at the Eleventh Layer of Qi Refinement, and from their momentum, it appeared they were evenly matched.
The two stared at each other, gripping their swords tightly. Suddenly, they both struck at the same time, and the force of their clash stirred up a whirlwind. In terms of strength, they were indeed equals.
Then, without holding back, they unleashed various sword techniques, occasionally mixing in some sword skills. The stage was filled with flashing sword lights that dazzled the spectators. Some younger members of the Qian family watched below with excitement, cheering and speculating on who would win.
"Alright, take this move: Great Waves!" The Qian family's swordsman used a rare high-level water attribute martial skill. He swung down as if a river were overturning, creating massive waves.
"Good move! Fire Sea Roars!" The Stone Surnamed Warrior did not back down and unleashed a high-level fire attribute sword technique. The fiery sword light dyed half of the competition arena red, raising the surrounding temperature significantly.
The sound of crashing echoed continuously on the competition stage. The red and blue sword lights intertwined constantly. However, it was clear that the red sword light was stronger; the blue light kept retreating until it finally dissipated. The red sword light flashed and struck the Qian family's warrior.
In the first match, the Stone Surnamed Warrior had a slight edge; his mastery of sword techniques was deeper, leading to his final victory.
"Haha, well done Brother Shi! Thank you so much this time." Han Yunxi waved his fist excitedly. As long as they won one more round, they could achieve their goal, so it was no wonder he couldn't contain his emotions.
"Haha, this time it was also luck; my opponent is not simple. I need to be more careful next time," said the Stone Surnamed Warrior while still feeling happy but remembering to give a warning.
"Then I'll go up; if I win this round, we will be victorious." Another warrior said confidently. He had a general idea of his opponent's strength from watching below.
"Alright then, I’ll leave it to Brother Qiu; when you return, I’ll celebrate your victory."
This time, the head of the Qian family sent out a man dressed in black with a cold expression. However, judging by his aura, he likely possessed even greater strength than the previous warrior.
Upon seeing his opponent clearly, Qiu the Warrior lost his earlier confidence and wore a serious expression. The presence emanating from his opponent felt as deep as an ocean—bottomless.
"Draw your sword; otherwise you won't have a chance," said the Black-Clad Warrior in a cold voice.
"Hmph, don't be arrogant." Qiu the Warrior struck first with High-Level Sword Technique, a light blue sword aura cutting through the air like a whirlwind, rushing towards his opponent. It seemed that the pressure from the opponent was too great, forcing him to seek a quick resolution.
"Interesting, but not enough!" The Black-Clad Warrior drew his long knife and swung it fiercely, gathering golden light into an exaggerated sword beam that shattered the light blue aura in just a few breaths.
"Cough cough..." Although Qiu the Warrior managed to block it, he was still sent flying, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Clearly, that last move had injured him severely.
"We concede this round," Han Yunxi suddenly shouted from the audience, leaving many people stunned. On stage, Qiu the Warrior, though reluctant, admitted defeat; perhaps this was for the best. After all, he was already seriously injured, and continuing would hold no hope. The opponent's strength was clearly astonishing; he might not have even used his full power!
"Han Yunxi, I'm truly sorry. I let you down!" Qiu the Warrior said apologetically with a cupped fist gesture.
"What are you saying, Brother Qiu? It's normal to win or lose in a duel. The opponent's strength is clearly much higher; he might even be a Perfected Qi Refinement warrior. It's understandable if your cultivation is lacking," Han Yunxi comforted him generously.
"We're currently at a tie; now it's up to Ren. I absolutely do not want to lose this round. Yunxi is counting on you!"
"Don't worry; just prepare the brewing secret recipe. You don't need to worry about anything else!" Ren Pingsheng glanced at the black-clad man from earlier and said calmly before stepping onto the competition stage.
Han Yunxi was indeed correct; that man was truly a Perfected Qi Refinement warrior. Ren Pingsheng recognized it right away since he had seen two Perfected Qi Refinement warriors in action before.
"To think he's at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement; what is Han Yunxi thinking?" The Qian Family Head furrowed his brow in confusion as he looked at Ren Pingsheng on stage. Was he planning to give up? Or was there something else going on?
If he truly intended to give up, there was no way he could let Xin'er marry him. A young man without the courage to persist would never amount to anything in the future!
Not only was Qian Family Head filled with doubt, but also the surrounding Qian Family disciples wore puzzled expressions. Many believed he had given up and simply sent someone to deal with it casually.
"Haha, kid, you dare come up here with your Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement? I must say I'm somewhat impressed," said an opponent from across who was a Refining Qi Level Eleven warrior with a scar on his face and a fierce demeanor! "How about this: you admit defeat voluntarily? That way you won't get hurt when I can't hold back later; what do you think?"
"If you admit defeat, I'd be quite happy about that. No need to waste energy!" Ren Pingsheng replied with a light laugh. He showed no fear of the Refining Qi Level Eleven cultivation and seemed rather excited.
He had never fought against such a high-level expert before because those at Qi Refinement Level Ten were completely outmatched by him. Thus, he could only set his sights on experts at Refining Qi Level Eleven and gauge their strength through combat.
"Very well then; you can get lost!" The Qian Family warrior angrily slashed down at Ren Pingsheng with his knife. It seemed that all those sent by the Qian Family wielded long knives. Knives and swords were indeed the two most commonly used weapons by warriors.
Ren Pingsheng took a step forward and easily dodged the opponent's attack. Numerous phantoms appeared around him, simultaneously drawing their swords and stabbing towards the opponent. The speed was astonishing, startling the Qian Family Warrior, who hurriedly executed a sweeping strike.
Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of blades clashing echoed, sending countless sparks flying.
The spectators below saw a dense array of phantoms surrounding the Qian Family Warrior, continuously striking with their swords. Each strike was faster than the last, leaving everyone dazzled. In the end, all that could be seen on the stage was a haze of sword light, making it impossible to distinguish where the person was or where the swords were.
"This person is incredible; such fast swordsmanship. I can't see anything!" exclaimed a Qian Family disciple in astonishment.
"I can't even block a single strike, and I'm also at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement. How can there be such a huge gap?" Another Qian Family disciple felt greatly disheartened.
"What an impressive young man; I just wonder which sect he belongs to," said the Qian Family Head, his eyes flashing with surprise.
A martial artist at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement could actually suppress a strong opponent at Refining Qi Level Eleven. He would have never believed this before, but now it was happening right before his eyes, forcing him to accept it. Only those sects could cultivate such talents.
"Ah! Damn it..." The Qian Family Warrior, who was being suppressed, suddenly roared in anger, his body spinning like a whirlwind as he shattered all surrounding phantoms.
"Hmph, let's see what tricks you have left. Get down!" He sneered as he unleashed a powerful earth-based High-Level Sword Technique. The sword light surged forth like a mountain descending from the sky, ready to crush everything.
"Slash!" Ren Pingsheng flicked his Refined Sword, and a dark golden sword light instantly collided with the opponent's sword light.
A deafening roar erupted as many who lacked sufficient cultivation winced in pain. The descending mountain was cleaved in two, and even the Qian Family Warrior behind it was sent flying nearly ten yards, blood gushing from his wounds.
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