txolops Chapter 536 Late Core Formation Stage? You flatter me!
Chapter 536 Late Core Formation Stage? You flatter me!
Master Feihe kept his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Only Chen Fan sat there cross-legged, his face as calm as a stagnant pool.
He heard the mockery, but it didn't stir a ripple in his heart.
Since embarking on the path of immortality, he has heard harsh words a hundred or a thousand times more unpleasant than this. Those who said these words have long since turned to dust, while he is still alive.
The bell rang for the fourth round of drawing lots.
Chen Fan opened his eyes, got up, and walked towards the arena. Behind him came Li Changhe's low voice: "Fellow Daoist Chen Mu...be careful."
He didn't turn around.
Across the arena, a tall, slender figure had been waiting for some time.
He was a young man dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with a handsome face and an air of haughty arrogance between his brows.
He held a jade ruler that was entirely emerald green in his hand, with faint arcs of electricity flickering across its surface, emitting a crackling sound.
His aura was released outwards without any concealment, revealing that he was a late-stage Core Formation cultivator.
Late stage of Core Formation.
This is the opponent with the highest cultivation level that Chen Fan has encountered in this Wilderness State Grand Competition.
"Fenglei Pavilion, Liu Xuanqing," the young man announced, his tone languid. "So you're Chen Mu?"
Chen Fan did not answer.
Liu Xuanqing didn't care and shook the jade ruler in his hand: "That brute Duan Heng thinks he's invincible just because he has some martial arts skills. Little does he know that in my eyes, he's no different from a moving stone. Killing him saves me a lot of trouble."
He smiled slightly and said:
"However, your good luck ends here. I see through your disguise clearly. Your swordsmanship is good, but your cultivation is too weak. Early Core Formation stage versus late Core Formation stage—do you know what that means?"
Chen Fan remained silent!
Liu Xuanqing extended a finger and gently shook it: "That means I can kill you in less than ten moves."
"Let's begin," Chen Fan said calmly.
Liu Xuanqing's smile froze slightly, then he snorted coldly and swung the jade ruler in his hand.
A bolt of azure lightning, as thick as an arm, shot out from the ruler's body, transforming in mid-air into a menacing lightning serpent that lunged at Chen Fan.
Before the lightning even arrived, the scorching arc of electricity had already baked the air with a crackling sound, and the dark blue stone on the arena floor was cracking inch by inch under the residual power of the lightning.
The thunder magic of the late Core Formation stage is more than twice as powerful as Hong Jiu's fire serpent.
Chen Fan shifted his feet, his figure moving several feet to the side like a ghost, barely avoiding the lightning snake.
The lightning bolt struck the protective array behind him, creating a violent ripple that caused the entire arena to tremble slightly.
A hint of surprise flashed in Liu Xuanqing's eyes, but his hands did not stop moving.
With a series of swings of the jade ruler, three, five, and seven bolts of azure lightning arrived in succession, weaving together in mid-air to form an impenetrable net of lightning, completely sealing off all of Chen Fan's escape routes.
Chen Fan dodged left and right in the lightning net, his figure as elusive as a willow catkin in the wind.
He did not rush to draw his sword, but patiently observed Liu Xuanqing's lightning techniques.
It was clear that Liu Xuanqing's lightning did not rely on brute force, but rather on speed to achieve victory!
Lightning is already extremely fast, and with the added boost from his jade ruler, his attack speed far surpasses that of his peers.
If it were any other early-stage Core Formation cultivator, they probably wouldn't even be able to see his attack before being chopped into a charred corpse.
However, Chen Fan was not at the early stage of Core Formation.
Under the perception of the Fixed Word Technique, the trajectory of each bolt of lightning moved as slowly as a tortoise crawl. He could even predict in advance where Liu Xuanqing would attack next, thus making the most precise dodge.
However, the performance must be convincing.
Chen Fan deliberately let a few bolts of lightning graz the hem of his clothes, leaving scorch marks on his gray cloth. He then staggered a few steps, pretending to be in a sorry state.
To the audience, he was clearly being overwhelmed by Liu Xuanqing and could lose at any moment.
"Hahaha! I knew it! He'd show his true colors when he ran into someone at the late Core Formation stage!" the Golden Sword Sect disciple laughed loudly.
"Go, Senior Brother Liu! Chop this arrogant bastard to death!" The disciples of Fenglei Pavilion shouted even louder.
Liu Xuanqing's smile grew wider. He felt he had completely figured out Chen Mu's background!
He realized that while this person's swordsmanship was indeed formidable, his movement skills were mediocre, and his spiritual energy reserves were inferior to his own. If he continued to apply pressure, he would eventually wear him down.
Thirty moves.
Fifty moves.
One hundred moves.
The two fought fiercely on the arena, their lightning and gray-white sword light intertwining and flashing, each collision creating a ripple of spiritual energy.
Chen Fan maintained the illusion of being suppressed, occasionally thrusting out a few swords that seemed like a hasty counterattack, but in reality, each sword strike precisely targeted the weak points of Liu Xuanqing's lightning technique, silently neutralizing the lightning.
He had perfectly suppressed his cultivation to the early stage of Core Formation, and the spiritual energy fluctuations of each sword strike were exactly at the level expected of the early stage of Core Formation.
After two hundred moves!
The arena floor was riddled with holes from the lightning, with charred pits and broken stones everywhere.
Sweat gradually beaded on Liu Xuanqing's forehead!
The spiritual energy consumption far exceeded expectations. Although the opponent looked like he could collapse at any moment, he always managed to narrowly avoid a fatal blow at the last moment.
This infuriated Liu Xuanqing.
He was in the late stage of Core Formation, while his opponent was only in the early stage. He had fought more than two hundred moves but still couldn't defeat his opponent, which was a disgrace to him.
"That's enough!"
Liu Xuanqing roared, and lightning blazed around him.
He poured all his spiritual power into the jade ruler without reservation, and the ruler's body surged with azure lightning, transforming into a thunder dragon as thick as a water bucket, which coiled menacingly above his head.
"This strike will kill you!"
The thunder dragon roared and pounced on Chen Fan, causing space to distort slightly in its wake, and filling the air with a pungent smell of ozone.
The cultivators below the stage all paled!
The power of this attack was already very close to the Great Perfection of Core Formation. Not to mention the early stage of Core Formation, even a late stage Core Formation cultivator of the same level might not be able to withstand it.
Chen Fan looked at the thunder dragon rushing towards him and nodded to himself.
it's time.
He pretended to grit his teeth and fight desperately, pouring all his spiritual power into Eleven without reservation, and a gray-white light shone from the tip of the sword.
The light flickered and seemed to be about to go out at any moment, yet it remained lit nonetheless.
He brandished his sword.
The sword's edge clashed violently with the thunder dragon.
The expected earth-shattering explosion did not occur.
The gray-white sword light sliced the thunder dragon in two from head to tail as easily as cutting tofu, its momentum undiminished, and slashed straight at Liu Xuanqing.
Liu Xuanqing's pupils shrank sharply, and he tried to dodge, but it was too late!
The sword's edge flashed past.
He felt a chill in his chest, and looking down, he saw a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, from which blood was gushing out.
His spiritual energy seemed to have been completely drained, and his legs went weak, causing him to collapse to his knees.
Chen Fan stood in front of him, his long sword pressed against his throat, the tip of the sword trembling slightly!
His face was ashen, he was breathing heavily, and his hand holding the sword was trembling slightly. He looked like he could collapse at any moment.
"Thank you for your concession."