Chapter 579 You Lost
If you want to use me as a stepping stone, you will be disappointed. I can replace Hua Yu, which is enough to prove that I am stronger than her. If she can defeat you, then naturally I can too!
Cheng Hong Ling said calmly, although she was wearing a veil, the hidden sharpness in her beautiful eyes sent a chill down people’s spines.
Is that so? I hope your strength is as great as your mouth! I saw your fight clearly just now. If you expect to defeat me with that kind of speed and spiritual sense, I’m afraid today will be the end of it!
Fu Xin slowly drew his sword, his nerves taut, like a beast ready to pounce, and shot out the next moment.
Cheng Hong Ling did not dodge or evade, her figure also lunged at her opponent like a ghost. She stepped out with the Wave Butterfly body technique, and with the enhancement of the Mystic Ice, she was no slower than her opponent.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
The two figures quickly entangled, their weapons clashing head-on without any fancy moves. Waves of impact carrying ice and iron spread outwards, scaring the onlookers into raising their shields.
This is impossible! Isn’t she only at the middle stage of the Huashen Realm? Why can she fight Fu Xin as an equal?
Her True Qi is strange, much more overbearing than ordinary women’s water True Qi. You can feel it from the temperature!
My heavens! I didn’t expect her to not use her full strength just now. Could it be that the higher-ups of the Hua Rong Sect were right?
Perhaps! You and I both know that after cultivators reach the Huashen Realm, there is a world of difference between each layer. Challenging someone two small levels higher than oneself is something even Hua Yu couldn’t do!
The eyes of the onlookers had completely changed, and there was no longer any doubt in them.
Hua Meng and her disciple’s faces became increasingly solemn, and they had a bad premonition.
As for Qi Huang, she stood guard calmly, ready to intervene without hesitation if her main body was in danger.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
The figures of the two in the arena crisscrossed, and they clashed dozens more times. At this time, Cheng Hong Ling’s ice domain had almost completely covered the ground, leaving Fu Xin with less and less space to stand.
During this time, Fu Xin also tried to break the ice on the ground, but he found it to be exceptionally hard, making it difficult to achieve immediate results.
After another collision, Fu Xin disengaged from the fight and retreated to a patch of ground that was not frozen. He then looked down at his sword, which was already covered with nicks and cracks of all sizes.
Cheng Hong Ling stood proudly on the ice like an immortal, her skirt fluttering in the cold wind, not taking a single step back, looking like she had the upper hand.
Qi Huang, with her powerful Spiritual Sense, was able to keenly sense that the hand holding the sword on her main body was trembling slightly, clearly feeling the strain.
Qi Huang did not underestimate her opponent. To go head-to-head with a master two small levels higher than herself was definitely not something an ordinary person could do.
Fu Xin looked up at Cheng Hong Ling, a hint of admiration on his face: “Strange body technique, overbearing True Qi, powerful sword, and she’s so young too, with limitless potential. No wonder the higher-ups of the Hua Rong Sect were willing to give up Hua Yu for you!”
“Don’t tell me this is all you’ve got!”
Cheng Hong Ling did not appreciate his words at all.
“If this is all I’ve got, then how could I have entered the Continental Evergreen Convention?”
Fu Xin sneered, then slowly raised his damaged sword and said, “Your speed is so fast, you rely on the cold ice on the ground, right? What about in the sky?”
After saying that, Fu Xin slowly flew into the air, then extended his finger and lightly flicked his sword.
“Crackle!”
The sword, which was already on the verge of falling apart, shattered instantly, turning into dense iron fragments that fell downwards.
Fu Xin’s powerful Spiritual Sense suddenly emerged from his body, churning up those iron fragments like a gale and shooting them towards Cheng Hong Ling.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”
The iron fragments rubbed against the air, making piercing sounds.
“If Jiang Ling’s Spiritual Sense was only at the seventh layer of the Huashen Realm, she would definitely lose!”
Hua Meng and many cultivators present immediately made this conclusion, as the gap in Spiritual Sense could not be compensated by external means.
“Hmph!”
Cheng Hong Ling also slowly flew up, condensing dense ice cones in front of her. Her Spiritual Sense, also at the eighth layer of the Huashen Realm, erupted from her body, churning up the ice cones and shooting them towards her opponent.
“Boom…”
The two massive Spiritual Senses collided, iron fragments and ice cones meeting head-on again, scattering outwards. Countless snowflakes were squeezed in between, forming a visible ice wall.
“This… this is impossible!”
Hua Meng’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Spiritual Sense at the eighth layer of the Huashen Realm? Could her cultivation level be higher than the sixth layer of the Huashen Realm?”
Ping Yan’s face also changed drastically.
“Impossible! When she first arrived at the Hua Rong Sect, she was only at the second layer of the Huashen Realm. This is common knowledge. How much time has passed since then?”
Hua Meng questioned almost hysterically.
“Yes, yes! It must be some Magic Treasure that strengthened her Spiritual Sense!”
Ping Yan also made a deduction as if comforting herself.
“Am I seeing this correctly? She could even contend with Fu Xin in terms of Spiritual Sense? Then what is the cultivation level of the new Saintess of the Hua Rong Sect?”
“Who knows? At first, I thought it was just some Magic Treasure that strengthened her Spiritual Sense, but now her Spiritual Sense has reached the eighth layer of the Huashen Realm. What Magic Treasure is so powerful?”
“Could her cultivation level have reached the late stage of the Huashen Realm? Isn’t she only eighteen years old? What terrifying talent is this?”
“Talent like this can probably be compared to those little monsters! How can an ordinary cultivator have it? Didn’t they say that bloodline is respected in the Cultivation World?”
The onlookers outside the arena discussed in amazement.
“Spiritual Sense at the eighth layer of the Huashen Realm, could your cultivation level also have reached the eighth layer of the Huashen Realm?”
Even Fu Xin’s expression changed. After a moment of thought, he felt something was wrong: “No, when you were fighting me head-on just now, you were clearly struggling. If you had truly reached the eighth layer of the Huashen Realm, with such heaven-defying cultivation techniques and body techniques, you couldn’t have only this much combat power. It seems there is only one possibility: you have some other Magic Treasure or secret art to strengthen your Spiritual Sense!”
“So that’s how it is!”
The onlookers suddenly understood after hearing his words.
“This guy isn’t that stupid either!”
Qi Huang was also a little surprised.
“I heard you joined the Hua Rong Sect not long ago. These things were clearly not given to you by them. I am now increasingly curious about your origins! It seems I have to take off your veil today.”
Fu Xin’s confident smile reappeared on his face. He slowly lowered his body, and his golden True Qi surged from his feet, expanding outwards like thick fog. Wherever it went, the ground was immediately solidified with a thick layer of “metal floor,” which began to press against the surrounding Mystic Ice.
Cheng Hong Ling naturally would not watch idly by, and pounced forward with her sword in hand.
Fu Xin moved his mind, and a red sword appeared out of thin air. The sword hung upside down in the air, its tip inserted into the metal ground.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
Fu Xin moved his Spiritual Sense, and the sword immediately began to rotate at high speed like a spinning top. The sword tip rubbed against the metal ground, splashing countless sparks.
These sparks grew larger with the wind, turning into fireballs the size of washbasins and smashing towards Cheng Hong Ling with astonishing speed.
Cheng Hong Ling brandished her sword, chopping open those fireballs one by one, and temporarily unable to get close to her opponent.
“Look! That’s the Fire Poison Sword!”
“What Fire Poison Sword?”
“The Fire Poison Sword is Fu Xin’s strongest weapon. It is forged from the stinger of a fire scorpion. Not only is it sharp enough to cut iron, but it also contains terrifying fire poison. It can be said that if you are touched, you will die, and if you are injured, you will die!”
“What do you mean, ‘if you are touched, you will die, and if you are injured, you will die’? For us with low cultivation, we might get poisoned even if we are fifteen years and eight thousand li away. Hurry up and retreat!”
Someone among the onlookers shouted in fear. Upon hearing this, everyone retreated.
At the same time, due to the friction of the Fire Poison Sword, the metal ground began to turn red and quickly spread outwards. The temperature of the sky and earth also began to rise, and the snowflakes evaporated before they even hit the ground.
“Hiss, hiss, hiss…”
The Mystic Ice left on the ground by Cheng Hong Ling finally began to melt slowly under the high temperature, forming clumps of dark red poisonous gas that rose up and wrapped around her, covering the sky and unavoidable.
“Fire poison?”
Cheng Hong Ling’s lips curled slightly. She cultivated Shui Linglong and was not afraid of poison.
Cheng Hong Ling’s True Qi emerged from her body, and her Spiritual Sense controlled it, immediately forming a ball of water to envelop herself, filtering out all the poisonous air from the outside.
“Do you think ordinary water can filter fire poison? It’s over, you are still too far from Hua Yu!”
Fu Xin said confidently.
“Is that so?”
Cheng Hong Ling was completely unaffected. She swooped down at high speed, and the Blue Scale in her hand erupted with a sword aura several feet long, slashing down at Fu Xin.
Fu Xin’s expression changed slightly, but he remained calm. His strong legs clamped onto the ground, and he met her head-on, holding the Fire Poison Sword.
“Yi Ze Liang Shi!” (Use the depths to measure the corpses!)
The moment they were about to collide, Cheng Hong Ling uttered four words expressionlessly.
In the next moment, an area of ten zhang within a radius of ten zhang instantly turned into a swamp, and the red iron blocks sank into it.
Fu Xin felt his feet lift, and he lost his footing. He wanted to use his Spiritual Sense to stabilize his body, but in his haste, it was too late. Cheng Hong Ling’s sword had already arrived.
“Bang!”
Fu Xin was directly cleaved into the swamp by the sword, with more than half of his body sinking into it.
Cheng Hong Ling lightly tapped the ground with her feet, and ice spread out, trapping Fu Xin tightly underground. She then raised her sword and held it to his throat, looking down at him and saying, “You lost!”
