Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Chapter 309: Jiang Yichen’s Ambition

Jiang Yichen watched the scene unfold, a burning desire flashing in his eyes: If only I had such Divine Abilities!

"This is just a minor interlude; the gathering shall proceed!" Jiang Yichen’s voice flowed like a spring breeze skimming a lake’s surface—clear and melodious. He stood in the center of the crowd, his snowy white robes gleaming, his entire being seeming to radiate a sacred brilliance.

As his words fell, massive ethereal characters formed mid-air, shocking everyone present. Conversations buzzed incessantly; all were awestruck by Jiang Yichen’s commanding demeanor.

"It must be said, Mr. Jiang truly possesses a general’s poise!"

"Hmph, a general’s poise? I wager Mr. Jiang might one day unify all under the heavens!"

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At the crest of Lingxiao Peak, the winds churned and clouds roiled. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the duel within the secret realm was about to begin.

The first to step onto the stage were two top-tier experts—Shaking Light Saintess and Shadow Mist.

Shaking Light Saintess, a renowned beauty and master of martial arts, adorned in snow-white robes with flowing black hair, her gaze clear as spring water. Her beauty was cold yet noble, akin to a blossoming snow lotus that inspired reverence.

Shadow Mist, on the other hand, was a mysterious figure cloaked in black, his face concealed in darkness save for a pair of sharp, penetrating eyes. Armed with the Shadow Mist Spear, his movements were elusive, like a phantom in the night.

With the referee’s call, the duel officially began.

Shadow Mist transformed into a streak of shadow, darting through the arena while unleashing dense fog to obscure Shaking Light Saintess’s vision. His spear technique was as unpredictable as storm clouds, unfathomable to onlookers.

Yet Shaking Light Saintess showed no fear, standing calmly in place, her Jade Purity Bottle glimmering softly in her hands. Her gaze held the depths of starry skies and boundless seas, both profound and enigmatic.

"Your mist is useless against me," Shaking Light Saintess stated flatly.

Before her words fully settled, she activated her Turquoise Pool Holy Realm Cultivation Technique. Instantly, lotus blossoms fully unfurled across the stage, and cranes soared aloft. The picturesque beauty of the Immortal Realm seemed transported into reality, taking everyone’s breath away.

Realizing trouble, Shadow Mist hurriedly brandished his Shadow Mist Spear in a counterattack. Yet every strike was deftly evaded by the graceful and nimble movement technique of Shaking Light Saintess, like a butterfly dancing in flight.

Simultaneously, Shaking Light Saintess wielded the Turquoise Pool Holy Realm Cultivation Technique, transforming the otherworldly phenomena into razor-sharp Sword Qi aimed directly at Shadow Mist. The Sword Qi was sharp beyond measure, seemingly capable of piercing all things.

"Amitabha, I share the same intent," Xu Ruoyun replied, slowly lowering his hands as the sharpness in his gaze intensified.

At the sound of the referee’s command, the duel began.

Wei Daoyuan’s figure flickered, transforming into a shadowy blur as he charged at Xu Ruoyun. The Blacklight Mist Sword in his grasp cut through the air in a sinister curve, aiming for Xu Ruoyun’s throat.

Xu Ruoyun, unperturbed, sidestepped with a subtle movement, effortlessly evading Wei Daoyuan’s blow. He extended his right hand, five fingers pressed together, and his fingertips suddenly radiated dazzling light.

"Void Spirit Divine Sword!" Xu Ruoyun exclaimed. From his fingers, five shimmering swords of light burst forth, hurtling toward Wei Daoyuan.

Wei Daoyuan let out a cold laugh as his form flickered spectrally, deftly dodging the light swords. His counterattack came swiftly, his sword cutting back toward Xu Ruoyun in a graceful yet lethal arc.

The two clashed fiercely on the stage, trading moves in rapid succession. Wei Daoyuan’s swordsmanship was eerie and unpredictable, each strike seemingly infused with endless darkness and mist. Xu Ruoyun’s Void Spirit Divine Sword, by contrast, shone with brilliance, its assaults imbued with a purity capable of piercing any illusion.

As time ticked by, the pair had exchanged dozens of moves. Wei Daoyuan grew increasingly bold and aggressive, his swordsmanship growing sharper as though threatening to engulf the arena in shadow. Xu Ruoyun, however, remained composed and serene, his counterattacks perfectly timed to neutralize Wei Daoyuan’s offensive.