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Both of them were sword users, making this match even more exciting. The audience buzzed with anticipation, unsure of who had the advantage.

Sun Yichen drew his sword first, its blade gleaming under the stadium lights, a faint golden aura swirling around it as he channeled his Qi. His stance was firm, his focus razor-sharp.

Fang Zixuan, on the other hand, was completely relaxed. He casually unsheathed his sword, twirling it once before letting it rest loosely in his grip.

Unlike Sun Yichen's steady and focused presence, Fang Zixuan looked like he was here to enjoy himself.

The judge's voice rang through the stadium, "Begin!"

The moment the word left his mouth, Sun Yichen vanished.

A sharp clang echoed as Fang Zixuan barely parried the attack that came at him like a flash of golden lightning. The impact sent him sliding back a few feet, his eyes widening slightly.

"Oh? So fast," Fang Zixuan mused, shaking out his arm.

He grinned, his expression filled with excitement. "I was wondering when you'd start taking this seriously."

"Hmph."

"You can't beat me if you're not serious," Sun Yichen replied, his tone calm but his gaze intense.

"Well then," Fang Zixuan chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "allow me to show you what I'm capable of."

Without another word, he launched himself forward, his blade whistling through the air as he slashed at Sun Yichen.

Sun Yichen met the attack head-on, their swords clashing in a shower of sparks.

The crowd cheered as the fight intensified, the two sword cultivators exchanging blows with such speed and power that the arena shook from the impact.

"Sun Yichen did not waste any time gauging the strength of his opponent like he did before," one spectator exclaimed.

"Of course not! He knows Fang Zixuan thrives on dragging battles out so that he can win without showing too many of his cards!" another replied.

Sun Yichen didn't let up. With a flicker of his Qi, he launched forward again, his sword cutting through the air with deadly precision.

"Golden Sun Slash!"

His blade lit up, forming a trail of golden arcs that shot toward Fang Zixuan like slicing waves of energy.

Fang Zixuan smirked, his body glowing as he activated a powerful defensive technique.

"Shimmering Scale Armor!"

His robes rippled, their surface glittering with a metallic sheen. He swung his sword, sending a blast of wind toward the incoming attack.

The wind deflected the slash, creating a shower of sparks.

Sun Yichen's eyes narrowed, and his aura surged.

"Golden Dragon Formation!"

Suddenly, an enormous dragon made of golden Qi appeared above the arena. It roared, its scales glimmering in the sunlight.

The dragon rushed forward, its jaws open, ready to devour Fang Zixuan.

The crowd gasped, the arena silent except for the roar of the dragon.

"How powerful," one spectator whispered, their voice filled with awe.
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"He's going to lose," another remarked, their expression grim.

Fang Zixuan stood his ground, his eyes focused on the approaching dragon.

Just when it seemed like there was no way to avoid the attack, his lips curved into a smirk.

"Time to bring out the big guns," he thought.

In a flash, he drew a seal in the air with his fingers.

"Seal of the White Tiger!"

The space around him distorted, and a massive white tiger appeared behind him, its fangs bared and its eyes glowing.

The tiger lunged, its claws slashing through the air as it attacked the dragon.

A loud boom shook the arena, dust and debris flying everywhere as the two auras collided.

The crowd held their breath.

"That's the Fang family's signature—Seal of the White Tiger!" an elder from the Fang family announced proudly.

"He's really pulling out all the stops," a representative from the Sun family mused.

"It seems that they both are," another added, their gaze fixed on the stage.

And it was true.

Sun Yichen had unleashed his most powerful technique, while Fang Zixuan had drawn upon one of his clan's most fearsome techniques.

The tiger and dragon fought fiercely, their roars echoing across the arena.

The air trembled from the impact, and the ground shook, cracks spreading across the surface, but they disappeared as soon as they appeared.

Finally, the two auras separated, revealing Fang Zixuan standing calmly, his clothes slightly torn, but his posture relaxed.

Sun Yichen was in a similar condition, his robes tattered and his hair disheveled, but his gaze was sharp and focused.

"Not bad," he said, his tone laced with approval.

"You're not half bad yourself," Fang Zixuan replied, his expression amused.

The crowd broke into cheers, the sound deafening.

"They're really amazing, aren't they?" someone in the audience asked.

"Yes, it's almost hard to believe that they're just Nascent Soul realm cultivators," another spectator agreed.

The cheering subsided, and the arena fell silent once more.

Fang Zixuan and Sun Yichen stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

"I must admit, I didn't expect you to use the Seal of the White Tiger," Sun Yichen admitted.

"And I didn't expect you to use your Golden Dragon Formation," Fang Zixuan replied.

He held his sword out to the side, and suddenly, his entire aura shifted. The teasing glint in his eyes was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous.

The air around him became eerily still.

Then—

Whoosh!

He vanished.

A heartbeat later, Sun Yichen barely managed to block as Fang Zixuan's sword appeared right in front of him.

"Phantom Fang Strike!"

Fang Zixuan's sword moved like a blur, striking multiple times from different angles in rapid succession. Each strike carried the force of a beast's claws, aimed to overwhelm the opponent.

Sun Yichen gritted his teeth, his arms vibrating from the force of the blows.

The stadium was filled with the sounds of clashing metal as the two exchanged blows at an unbelievable speed.

"Unreal! I can't even see their movements!" a spectator cried out.

"Neither can I! They're moving faster than my eyes can track!"

Sun Yichen took a deep breath, tightening his grip on his sword.

"I won't fall here!" he thought, his determination burning bright.

His eyes flickered, and his stance changed.

With a shout, he unleashed a powerful technique, his aura exploding outward.

"Golden Lotus Slash!"