Many Sons, Many Blessings, I Spread Branches And Leaves In The Sect

On the competition field.

The disciples of various major families were sparring with each other, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.

"The next match will be between Zhao Zhiming from the Zhao family and Liu Yang from the Liu family."

After speaking, a young swordsman in a green robe walked onto the stage. He was a young man with a plain face and dressed in white, carrying a long sword. He was Zhao Zhiming.

Next to appear was Liu Yang, the older brother of Liu Lingyu whom Su Chen had seen in the inner hall that day.

Zhao Wujin, the head of the Zhao family, chuckled.

"Liu family head, I have been looking forward to this match for a long time."

The head of the Liu family remained calm, but he was somewhat worried in his heart.

His son, Liu Yang, only had the strength of the 1st level of Foundation Building, but Zhao Zhiming was a genius of the Zhao family, and his strength had already reached the 3rd level of Foundation Building.

The difference in strength between each level of Foundation Building was enormous.

In this battle, Liu Yang was two realms behind his opponent, making his chances of winning extremely slim.

The sound of gongs and drums rang out, and the competition began.

Zhao Zhiming transformed his body into a sword, and endless Sword Intent stabbed towards Liu Yang.

Liu Yang's lower body was as stable as Mount Tai, and his spiritual energy radiated from his body like a tide, blocking all of the Sword Intent.

The Sword Intent was dissipated.

Liu Yang then transformed his spiritual energy and fist, heading straight towards Zhao Zhiming.

Liu Yang's speed was fast, but his steps were neither hurried nor slow.

There was a certain rhythm in his steps.

Each punch in the following boxing technique aimed directly at Zhao Zhiming's vital points.

The Liu family practiced the Flowing Water Art, which was a gentle and water-like boxing technique.

Liu Yang's boxing intent was also like a continuous tide.

Zhao Zhiming smiled.

Then, the Sword Intent in his hand turned into countless sword radiance, easily resisting Liu Yang's boxing technique.

Liu Huaiyi's face turned cold.

It could be said that Liu Yang had already mastered the Flowing Water Art to a perfect level.

However, Zhao Zhiming's cultivation level was too high.

Every collision between his sword and Liu Yang's fist would remove Liu Yang's boxing intent.

The battle lasted only 50 rounds before Liu Yang was defeated.

Zhao Zhiming stood with his sword, cupping his hands.

"Liu brother, I concede."

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

Zhao Zhiming had won all eighteen matches he had participated in.

Perhaps among these disciples, only Liu Lingyu had the strength to fight against Zhao Zhiming.

Zhao Wujin laughed heartily.

"Liu family head, I concede. Last year, Zhiming was defeated by Lingyu."

"I wonder what the result will be this year?"

Liu Huaiyi smiled politely.

But in his heart, he was somewhat worried.

Zhao Zhiming's swordsmanship was very strong, and he didn't know if Lingyu could withstand it.

Liu Lingzhi looked at Zhao Zhiming with admiration.

"Brother Zhiming is so handsome!"

"I wonder what kind of girl Brother Zhiming likes. Is it someone with a good figure like me?"

As she spoke, Liu Lingzhi intentionally straightened her chest.

It had to be said that Liu Lingzhi's towering peaks were indeed impressive, and she could be considered to have a good figure.

But her face covered in powder was really not commendable.

While Liu Lingzhi was daydreaming, Liu Yang had already left the stage.

However, Zhao Zhiming remained on the stage and showed no intention of leaving.

"Liu family head, I heard that Liu Lingyu has found a Dao companion, so I wanted to see the level of her Dao companion."

Liu Huaiyi's expression immediately changed.

If that waste with only the 7th level of Qi Refining were to go on stage, wouldn't it be a laughingstock?

His face suddenly turned ugly, and he didn't immediately respond.

Liu Lingzhi's expression also turned ugly.

The way Zhao Zhiming spoke clearly showed that he was interested in Liu Lingyu.

This handsome and elegant swordsman was full of admiration for her sister, which made her jealous to the point of madness.

Seeing that Liu Huaiyi didn't answer, Zhao Zhiming didn't ask again.

His gaze bore straight into Su Chen as he spoke.

"Su Chen, I know you are Liu Lingyu's Dao companion. Today, I want to challenge you!"

Zhao Zhiming's voice was as loud as a bell, and with this sentence, he used his inner strength.

Everyone present clearly heard this sentence.

Immediately, all eyes gathered on Su Chen.

This kid is Liu Lingyu's Dao companion?

Li Sanjin's eyes widened.

"Su Chen, you, you are Liu Lingyu's Dao companion?"

"Yes."

Su Chen said, his expression somewhat solemn.

Trouble has come with this trip down the mountain.

Having witnessed Zhao Zhiming's battle just now, Su Chen felt inferior. However, in this situation, he had become the target of everyone's attention.

"Sorry, I won't participate in this challenge."

He remained calm.

Liu Lingyu looked over, a hint of worry in her eyes.

Although Su Chen had great talent, his strength was far from Zhao Zhiming's.

"Then I will issue a life-or-death challenge."

A life-or-death challenge!

In a life-or-death challenge, unless the two cultivators have a deep grudge, they would never engage in such a form of competition.

In this kind of challenge, neither side's life is guaranteed.

And it cannot be refused.

A ripple of emotion stirred in Su Chen's heart.

Why is there always someone causing trouble when I just want to live peacefully?

Liu Lingyu coldly said, "Zhao Zhiming, what are you doing?"

Although Liu Huaiyi's expression was troubled, he felt a hint of relief in his heart.

If Su Chen died in the life-or-death challenge, then his family would be rid of a useless person.

His daughter could also find a new Dao companion.

"Since it has come to this, there is no other way."

Thinking this, Liu Huaiyi loudly declared.

Li Sanjin's expression was filled with sorrow.

After talking with Su Chen for a long time, Li Sanjin had a good impression of him.

At least Su Chen didn't look down on him like others did.

Su Chen's experiences in his youth were similar to Li Sanjin's.

In this world of cultivation, strength is a person's facade. Li Sanjin understood the bitterness of being unable to cultivate and only being able to study theory.

Naturally, Su Chen wouldn't look down on Li Sanjin either.

Unfortunately, Su Chen was about to fall.

"Su Chen, take care. I will remember you."

Su Chen's vision darkened.

"Why does it feel like I'm about to die?"

He had already witnessed the battle just now. Although Zhao Zhiming was strong, he wasn't strong enough to easily kill Su Chen.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't fought for almost two years.

Su Chen's current strength was much stronger than the cultivators at the foot of the mountain.

In Su Chen's eyes, cultivators of the same level were simply not worth mentioning.

If it weren't for Zhao Zhiming's strength being too strong, being at the third level of Foundation Building, even if his cultivation level was slightly lower, even if he was at the peak of Qi Refining, Su Chen wouldn't necessarily lose.

As long as he broke through, he had enough confidence to survive in Zhao Zhiming's hands.

"I agree, but I don't want to engage in a life-or-death challenge. A simple competition will do."

"Alright!" Zhao Zhiming readily agreed. His goal was to humiliate Su Chen.

"I agree, and I will only use seventy percent of my strength."

"With seventy percent of your strength, you might not win."

Su Chen calmly spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Chen's momentum suddenly changed.

Spiritual energy surged into Su Chen's dantian.

The abundance of spiritual energy reached a terrifying level.

Crack, crack, two clear sounds!

One sound per layer.

In an instant, Su Chen directly broke through two levels of cultivation.

He had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining!