Immortals Step into Heaven

Chapter 109 Sect Competition 6

At that moment, Wang Wancheng shouted loudly, and his flying sword, like an awakened beast, broke free from the restraints of the two swords and shot towards Xu Wen. This time, the flying sword's speed was several times faster than before, and wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, emitting bursts of explosive sounds.

Xu Wen's face was solemn, his hands dancing rapidly in front of him. Streams of spiritual energy coiled around his flying sword like serpents. He controlled the sword to meet Wang Wancheng's devastating blow. The two swords collided again, this time with a thunderous crash that reverberated across the arena. A powerful surge of magical energy spread outward, shaking the arena slightly. Wang Wancheng was sent flying, collapsing on the arena, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After Xu Wen stabilized his body, he didn't hesitate at all and pursued the opponent. He flashed and flew towards Wang Wancheng like a ghost.

Seeing this, Wang Wancheng hurriedly shouted, I give up.

After hearing this, Xu Wen also stopped his movements. The referee on the fourth ring announced that No. 10 Xu Wen won.

"Senior Brother Xu is amazing!" Liu Pingping's face flushed with excitement, her eyes full of admiration. She jumped up and down while speaking, and clapped her hands unconsciously. The crisp applause was particularly cheerful in the noisy stadium.

Zhang Xueyue chuckled and said, "Senior Brother Xu's swordsmanship is amazing. Every move and every form is exquisite. Even if I were to fight him, I wouldn't have much chance of winning." She tilted her head slightly and looked in Xu Wen's direction, her eyes filled with admiration for Xu Wen's swordsmanship.

Zheng Yuan touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "Senior Brother Xu, he probably has some hidden cards up his sleeve. His strength is more than what we see."

Junior Brother Zheng, how do you know that Senior Brother Xu still has a hidden card? Have you ever fought with Senior Brother Xu?

I didn't fight with Senior Brother Xu before I fell, but I saw him take action several times, and he was very extraordinary.

Referee No. 56 shouted, "No. 99 Zhang Dong versus No. Li Moyao!" His voice resonated like a mighty bell, echoing throughout the bustling arena.

Zhang Dong had a delicate complexion, fresh and refined. He wore a Taoist robe, his sleeves fluttering as he walked lightly onto the ring. Each step carried a unique rhythm, as if blending seamlessly with the arena's aura. His eyes were calm and profound, revealing a subtle sense of confidence.

Li Moyao's skin was a bit dark, revealing his determination. He was tall, and standing there gave people a strong sense of oppression. His broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry a thousand-pound burden. He exuded a powerful aura and stared at Zhang Dong across from him with a fierce look.

The referee on the fourth ring shouted: "The match begins!" As soon as he finished speaking, Li Moyao slammed his storage bag, and instantly an iron hammer emitting a sharp cold light appeared in his hand. This was a top-grade magic weapon. Runes were engraved on the hammer, and a faint light was flowing.

Zhang Dong remained expressionless upon seeing this, muttering something to himself. His footwork was agile, and he retreated like a wisp of smoke, easily dodging Li Moyao's powerful blow. The hammer struck the ring, creating a deep crater, sending rubble and dust flying.

Li Moyao missed the first attack, but he did not pause at all and swung the hammer again. This time he swung the hammer horizontally, bringing up a black light and sweeping towards Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong snorted coldly, slapped his storage bag, and a flying sword, a top-grade fire-attributed magical weapon, transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the hammer. The two magical weapons collided with a sharp metallic friction sound and sparks flew everywhere.

Sparks flew through the air like dazzling fireworks, each one blazing with heat. Zhang Dong seized this opportunity, rapidly forming seals with his hands and muttering a few words, infusing his magic formulas into the flying sword. The sword, fueled by spiritual energy, intensified its flames, instantly enveloping the hammer in an attempt to refine it.

Li Moyao's face darkened upon seeing this. He stamped his foot, and a powerful spiritual force surged from his feet, channeling into the hammer. The hammer's spiritual light shone brightly, shattering the surrounding flames. Then, with a powerful wave of his hand, the hammer broke free from the flying sword and flew back into his grasp. He charged at Zhang Dong, hammer in hand. With each step, the arena trembled slightly, like a charging bull.

Zhang Dong's eyes fixed, and he recalled his flying sword, holding it horizontally before him. As Li Moyao approached, he hurled it forward, and it transformed into a flaming dragon, lunging at him with bared fangs and claws. Li Moyao roared, swinging his hammer at the fire dragon. The two collided once more, the powerful impact sending visible ripples through the air around them.

This collision was like two meteors colliding in the center of the ring. The Flame Dragon, struck by the hammer, roared angrily, its body twisting and flames dancing, yet it stubbornly charged towards Li Moyao. The hammer was also knocked back, and Li Moyao's arms were numb from the shock, but he gritted his teeth and raised the hammer again, ready for the next attack.

Zhang Dong's hands continuously transformed into spells, channeling the power of the Flame Dragon. The Flame Dragon opened its maw and spewed forth a blazing column of flame, which, like surging lava, swept toward Li Moyao. Li Moyao stomped his feet fiercely, leaving two deep footprints on the ring. He poured all his spiritual power into the hammer, then swung it with all his might. A wave of black spiritual power surged from the hammer, confronting the column of flame head-on.

Where the two intersected, light shone, and spiritual energy overflowed. The black spiritual energy wave and the flame pillar were in a stalemate, constantly eroding each other, and the surrounding air was scorching hot, with heat flowing. Suddenly, the flame dragon took advantage of Li Moyao's distraction, bypassing the entanglement between the spiritual energy wave and the flame pillar, and suddenly pounced on Li Moyao, slashing at him with sharp claws.

Li Moyao sensed the approaching danger, but he remained calm. He spun around, his hammer whipping up a gust of wind, forming a spiritual shield before him. The fire dragon's claws clung to the shield, sending sparks flying. The powerful impact caused Li Moyao's body to stagger slightly, but he managed to hold his ground.

Zhang Dong frowned at this, and the magic formula in his hand changed. The Flame Dragon, receiving the command, opened its mouth and spewed out several blazing fireballs, which blasted towards Li Moyao like cannonballs. These fireballs merged in flight, forming a massive, blazing ball of fire. Wherever it passed, the ground of the arena was scorched black.

Li Moyao's eyes flashed. He threw the hammer into the air and swung his hands. The hammer instantly grew larger and spun rapidly, forming a huge black vortex. The vortex seemed to have endless suction, sweeping towards the fireball.

Under this powerful suction, the flame ball flickered violently, and the air around it was stirred into chaos. Zhang Dong quickly formed seals with both hands, trying to stabilize the flame ball, but the suction of the black vortex was too strong.