Sea City Martial Association headquarters.

Su Guobang watched from a distance as the two titans on the dueling ground, feeling quite frustrated. He had just been leading his disciples in their training, preparing for the upcoming Martial Heaven Grand Ceremony, when Guan Changyun and Zhou Jingong suddenly burst in, saying they needed to borrow the dueling ground.

Naturally, Su Guobang couldn't refuse. As long as those two big shots weren't there to cause trouble, he would count his blessings. So, he led his disciples out of the arena, intending to watch the battle. At the same time, he also felt a surge of excitement.

A life-and-death struggle between powerhouses like Guan Changyun and Zhou Jingong was a true spectacle, something rarely seen by ordinary people. It was not only exciting, but one could also learn a great deal from it.

"You little brats, watch closely! This is a confrontation between true powerhouses!"

All the disciples stared at the dueling ground with rapt attention, not daring to even blink.

Su Guobang then turned to Su Shanyue. "Yueyue, you should watch carefully too."

But Su Shanyue wasn't that interested. This is nothing compared to watching Luo Xiu. He can actually perform magic!

***

「At that moment.」

On the dueling ground, the martial brothers Zhou and Guan paid no mind to the large crowd of spectators. Both of them seemed to have immersed themselves in their own worlds.

Zhou Jingong spoke first. "Even though you have stepped into the Legendary Realm, the gap between us is still insurmountable."

"Junior Brother, do you truly wish to fight me to the death?"

Guan Changyun held his Broken Sword flat in one hand, simply staring quietly at Zhou Jingong without saying a word.

Zhou Jingong chuckled lightly. He walked slowly toward Guan Changyun, carrying a plain iron saber he had just casually taken from the weapon rack. With each step he took, his invisible, oppressive aura swelled! The entire dueling ground seemed to be weighed down by an unseen mountain. The hard bluestone floor actually began to crack beneath his feet.

Guan Changyun suddenly felt a profound sense of powerlessness. The battle hadn't even truly started, yet he already recognized the vast gap between himself and Zhou Jingong. Being in the same realm did not mean having the same strength.

However, he did not back down. Enduring the crushing pressure of Zhou Jingong's aura, he took the initiative to dash forward, striking first at Zhou Jingong with his sword.

Zhou Jingong shook his head in disappointment and casually swung his saber. "A Thousand Cavalry Sweeping the Hill!"

In an instant, blade energy, barely visible to the naked eye, crisscrossed and danced chaotically in The Void, producing a terrifying whistling sound, as if countless armor-clad cavalry were charging into battle. The presence of his saber strike was just as its name implied—A Thousand Cavalry Sweeping the Hill!

Guan Changyun, who had been advancing with unstoppable momentum, was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string before he even got close to Zhou Jingong. The chaotic yet rhythmic blade energy slashed at his body from all directions. By the time he crashed to the ground, he was covered in wounds, bleeding profusely.

The savage blade energy swept across the arena, shattering every tile on the ground! A dead silence fell over the area. The dueling ground was shrouded in dust, and within it, only Zhou Jingong could be seen standing with his saber, his expression indifferent.

Meanwhile, the onlookers were so shocked they couldn't find the words to speak. Was Guan Changyun, the Grandmaster, defeated with just a single, casual strike? Is this what a true Martial Way powerhouse looks like? Amid the shock, a look of yearning appeared on the faces of the young Martial Association disciples. That must be the power I should pursue in my lifetime.

***

"Junior Brother, your sword is sharp and peerlessly arrogant, but ultimately, it lacks conviction, and it has no target. Just like when you first left the sect, you have never found your own Sword Dao. No wonder you suffered from cultivation deviation for so many years. Furthermore, although you have reached the Legendary Realm, you lack a suitable Cultivation Technique and thus cannot unleash your true power. Your defeat was inevitable! You will never be my ma—"

As he was speaking, Zhou Jingong suddenly froze.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze trembling uncontrollably as he stared at the Broken Sword lodged in his chest.

"When did you…?"

Lying in a pool of his own blood, Guan Changyun was at death's door and naturally couldn't answer. As he had been sent flying by the blade energy, he had poured every last bit of his strength into one final thrust, and it had found its mark. Unfortunately, it was a broken sword, lacking a sharp tip, so it had failed to pierce Zhou Jingong's heart.

The delayed pain made Zhou Jingong furrow his brows. This strike, infused with Guan Changyun's full power, had wounded him considerably. Fortunately, because it was the Broken Sword, the wound wasn't fatal. But if it hadn't been a broken sword, would he have dragged me down to death with him?

At this thought, fury flickered in Zhou Jingong's eyes. In his mind, this worthless junior brother could never surpass him, nor would he ever be allowed to! Grasping his saber, he endured the pain and staggered toward Guan Changyun.

Guan Changyun knew Zhou Jingong wouldn't spare him, so he calmly closed his eyes, choosing to meet death in silence. But after waiting for a moment, the death he imagined did not arrive.

He slowly opened his eyes. Through his blurry vision, he saw a familiar youthful figure grabbing Zhou Jingong's wrist, preventing him from delivering the final blow.

"Mas... Master?"

Luo Xiu, who had suddenly arrived, looked down at Guan Changyun on the ground, his eyebrows knitted tightly. If he isn't treated immediately, Guan Changyun will surely die!

"Elder Zhou, it's Luo Xiu!" Cao Ende finally snapped out of his stupor, pointing at Luo Xiu and yelling furiously. "Kill him now!"

Zhou Jingong's face darkened as he stared at the young man before him, scoffing, "You little bastard. Your timing couldn't be better. You've saved me the trouble of hunting you down."

Luo Xiu suddenly released his wrist, then turned and bent down. He scooped Guan Changyun up from the pool of blood and started walking toward the edge of the arena. He didn't want to waste a single second.

Zhou Jingong's gaze turned ruthless. He lifted his saber to pursue and cut him down.

BOOM!

Just as he took his first step, a loud explosion erupted. An invisible fist intent, materializing from nothing, slammed into his chest, sending him flying backward. As he was knocked through the air, he saw Luo Xiu throw a glance over his shoulder. That cold, sidelong look was filled with utter contempt. It was the contempt one holds for an ant.

Zhou Jingong despised that look. Gritting his teeth, he executed a backflip to land steadily on his feet, ready to give chase again. But at that moment, Su Guobang and a group of Martial Association experts surrounded him, blocking his path.

Zhou Jingong hadn't lost his senses. He knew he wouldn't gain any advantage in his current state, so he decided to let the matter go. With a cold snort, his body shook violently. The Broken Sword lodged in his chest was violently expelled, flying through the air before embedding itself in a distant pillar.

"Tell that kid it won't be long before I personally take his life!"

Leaving behind the threat, he turned and walked away. Cao Ende and his group scurried after him.

Just as they passed through the Martial Association's main gate, Zhou Jingong suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed.

"Elder Zhou!" Cao Ende yelped, rushing to help him up.

Clutching his chest, Zhou Jingong's face was a mask of agony. "Hurry… find a place for me to heal!"

On his chest was a darkened fist mark, left by Luo Xiu. He stared down at the mark, and as a realization dawned on him, his gaze began to tremble.

Could this be… Luo Tian's Control over Xuanzhong? No! That's impossible! That kid can't possibly know this peerless fist technique! Even if he did, at his age, there's no way he could project his fist energy outwardly to kill an enemy without a trace…

Filled with resentment and anger, shock and disbelief, Zhou Jingong slowly lost consciousness.

***

「At this time.」

At the Martial Association headquarters, Luo Xiu placed Guan Changyun on a stretcher. After stopping the bleeding, he said to Su Guobang, "President Su, I need to trouble you for a car. I have to take him to Wan Yao Hall."

"Yueyue, go escort Doctor Luo!"

Su Shanyue nodded, then patted Luo Xiu on the shoulder, signaling for him to follow her.

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