Chapter 148: Chapter 138: Who Told You I’m Only a Body Refiner?

The Profound Level Upgrade Coupon, it’s truly invaluable for Chu Huaixu.

As the East Continent tournament reaches this stage, there are no weaklings left.

These sixty-four people are all prodigies and newcomers in the Cultivation Realm.

The drawing lots no longer picks weak opponents.

This time, Chu Huaixu ended up drawing a senior brother from the same sect.

Upon seeing the name, a smile appeared on his face.

“Ji Sikong! One of the two most favored by the Outer Sect’s betting house!”

“The other one being Chang Le.”

The two of them are at the top of Chu Huaixu’s Assassination List.

Thinking about avenging the shame of the betting house, he couldn’t help but hum.

But for Ji Sikong, his feelings are a bit peculiar.

“Logically speaking, drawing this body refining Junior Brother Chu should make me breathe a sigh of relief.”

“I’m not Ding Bolin; I’m much stronger than him!”

The strength that Chu Huaixu exhibited earlier is definitely not his match.

“But the problem is, his fight against Mo Lingfeng from the Sword Sect in the last round was truly bizarre!”

“It seems like he can tamper with other people’s lifebound objects?”

Till now, no one knows what Chu Huaixu did to Mo Lingfeng’s sword!

As for his words, “Your sword is afraid of me,” others found them utterly baffling.

The crowd wasn’t involved, so they didn’t share Mo Lingfeng’s firsthand experience.

A First Realm person saying such words would actually make people feel a bit pretentious…

How could a fine Spirit Sword possibly be afraid of a Low Tier Cultivator?

No matter how strong you are, you’re only at the First Realm!

Ji Sikong thinks he won’t lose.

But he should also be on his guard.

“This Junior Brother Chu is quite uncanny; I cannot afford to underestimate him.”

“He seems to possess many ghostly tricks, lest I end up capsizing in a ditch.” Ji Sikong reminded himself.

Their drawn lot put them early in the sequence, so the duel was scheduled for the morning.

From this round onwards, only two arenas proceeded simultaneously, unlike before where many arenas were ongoing concurrently.

Besides, to let the duelists have a free hand, the arena was enlarged by one round, now four times the previous size.

This provided some benefit to those with superior body techniques.

In Ji Sikong’s view, the terrifying physical strength combined with that Profound Level body technique is Chu Huaixu’s greatest reliance at present.

At this moment, the arena was crowded with spectators.

Above the clouds, a few Great Cultivators stood in the air, with their figures faintly visible.

Mo Tenglong of the Valley of Carefree came again this time.

Last time, three Great Cultivators came to watch Chu Huaixu’s duel, and today that number had increased to five.

Just as they were warmly conversing with one another as Daoist companions, three figures arrived in the air, startling Mo Tenglong and the others!

The Four Divine Swords of Situ Cheng, Artifact Refining Grandmaster Mei Chuxue, and Wuyou Valley Elder Teng Lingyi, the three of them arrived together!

Three Eighth Realm Great Cultivators need only conceal themselves slightly to remain undetected by the Low Tier cultivators by the arena.

But they didn’t intend to hide from Mo Tenglong and others.

These five Fifth Realm Cultivators all started paying respect, showing their deference to the Eighth Realm powerhouses.

After all, these three are figures standing at the pinnacle of the East Continent.

“Even they came to see Chu Huaixu?” Mo Tenglong was shaken.

In the last round, he couldn’t perceive the mysteriousness of Chu Huaixu’s abilities.

It seems now that he even stirred the interest of the Eighth Realm Cultivation behemoths!

Mei Chuxue and Teng Lingyi looked at Situ Cheng, smiling, “Daoist Situ, I heard from the juniors in your sect that your Sword Sect’s Mo Lingfeng lost the last round strangely.”

Situ Cheng snorted, “That day in the great hall, the words of Chu Yinyin, you both heard too, right?”

“Indeed,” Mei Chuxue and Teng Lingyi replied.

“She said this Chu Huaixu already possesses Sword Intent, yet he’s evidently a Body Cultivator.”

“I have no idea what methods he used in the last round, but today I intend to see what’s up the Daoist Sect’s sleeve!” said the Four Divine Swords with ill temper.

Teng Lingyi glanced at him, smiling, “Indeed, what’s up their sleeve.”

The charming woman with peach blossom eyes, Mei Chuxue, also laughed, saying, “I tried to probe with Divine Sense just now, but the arena ended up blocking my Divine Sense!”

The three knew well, such means, being so secretive yet as freewheeling as this, could only be the work of that “renowned” Daoist Junior Martial Uncle.

“It seems Elder Jiang doesn’t want us snooping; we have to watch and wait patiently,” Mei Chuxue laughed lightly, her laugh a bit alluring.

This woman seemed born with an enchanting nature, every frown and smile possessing great charm.

With her voluptuous figure, she dressed less conservatively than Nangong Yue, revealing a fair expanse below her neck, and when she laughed heartily, gentle ripples would form, shaking lightly.

After speaking, this Spring and Autumn Mountain seductress in Nangong Yue’s eyes looked down and said, “Oh, it’s starting so soon.”

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On the arena, Chu Huaixu and Ji Sikong were unaware that three Eighth Realm Great Cultivators were watching everything from on high.

Ji Sikong, quite graceful, held a long knife and said, “Junior Brother Chu, I take a broad and open path, my sword momentum fierce, there’s no return, so be careful.”

Chu Huaixu smiled nonchalantly, “No need to worry, Senior Brother Ji, just let loose.”

He actually hoped to draw a Sword Cultivator again because Mo Lingfeng, in his eyes, was lacking, not an ideal test subject.

Yet the opponent was on his Assassination List, and he looked forward to the match.

However, he had also heard of Ji Sikong’s strength.

The red blade long knife in his opponent’s hand was an Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact, called: Red Dragon.

Before the formal duel, both couldn’t help but glance at the sky.

Today, the sky was gloomy, and a light rain began to fall.

As mentioned previously, the Daoist Sect emphasized Natural Daoist Skills, so the Mountain Protection Array would not block rain or snow.

Even though it’s the East Continent tournament, the weather wouldn’t be altered just for this.

If cultivators engage in duels outside, they might encounter any kind of environment.

It’s people who should adapt to this world, rather than artificially creating a small world.

The two of them bowed to each other, and the duel officially began.

It must be said, Ji Sikong did not underestimate Chu Huaixu.

Because when he took the stage this time, he didn’t even bring the scabbard…

He directly drew the blade and, holding the Red Dragon, stepped onto the stage.

Mo Lingfeng looked quite embarrassed, which he could see.

After all, being unable to even draw one’s sword like the opponent is truly embarrassing.

Who knows if the same applies to the blade?

Below the stage, Geng Tianhe and the others watched the scene, finding it both amusing and practical.

Those ghostly tricks of Chu Huaixu could actually be partially resolved with such a simple approach.

As spiritual qi flowed into the long blade, the crimson blade seemed to emit a faint glow.

The entire blade looked as if it was forged from blood-red crystal, now reflecting a red light!

Ji Sikong stepped forward, moving faster and faster.

Indeed, as he said, he followed a path of great strength and openness, and his combat style was only advancing without retreating!

Or rather, the technique he wielded at this moment could only unleash its full power in this way.

Every swing of his blade seemed to produce a dragon’s roar.

This was Ji Sikong’s famous sword technique, the Profound Level Technique “Fire Dragon’s Roar.”

Chu Huaixu relied on [Feixuan], constantly dodging and looking for openings.

With his eye power, it was not difficult to see that Ji Sikong had quite a few small flaws.

But his sword momentum was too fierce and overbearing, to the point that attacking those flaws carried a risk of injury.

It echoed that saying: The best defense is a good offense!

Chu Huaixu relied on his strong physique and black gold robe, directly withstanding a blow and then struck out a palm.

Ji Sikong, however, preferred to take the hit rather than retreat and evade.

Clearly, this would affect his sword momentum!

He could be said to be stronger with each strike, each swing more domineering, as if accumulating power.

“Interesting,” Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

Such a sword art indeed seemed quite mad.

But he could see that Ji Sikong’s pain threshold was only slightly higher than that of ordinary people.

He was equally afraid of pain, but could only choose to ignore the risk of injury, advancing without retreating!

Above the clouds, three Eighth Realm cultivation giants watched this scene and began to comment.

Teng Lingyi said, “At this rate, this Chu Huaixu will soon lose.”

“It’s a pity he only has First Realm Fifth Heaven cultivation; if he were at First Realm Great Perfection, Ji Sikong might not be his match.”

Mei Chuxue said, “So handsome, truly makes me feel pity. I actually hope he can win.”

“It’s just a shame he is surely going to lose. However, this Ji Sikong likely won’t have it easy either, surely taking some light injuries.”

Situ Cheng remained silent.

He came today to see Chu Huaixu’s ghostly tricks, only to find they weren’t used?

Just because Ji Sikong didn’t have a scabbard?

But that makes no sense, as Mo Lingfeng was affected after his spirit sword was drawn.

The current duel seemed somewhat boring to him.

Chu Huaixu appeared as a pure body cultivator, just stronger than normal body cultivators.

On the stage, Ji Sikong kept swinging his sword.

“Junior Brother Chu! If you have any other trump cards, you better use them now!” he shouted.

His sword momentum was about to reach his limit.

The next slash would be terrifying.

Chu Huaixu, hearing this, couldn’t help saying, “Senior Brother Ji, you truly live up to your famous reputation in our Daoist Sect!”

These words were a sincere admiration from the heart.

Ji Sikong’s level, without Xiaoxu using the Bronze Sword, might only be second to Han Shuangjiang.

Such a heaven’s proud son, the achievements he could attain in the future would surely be extraordinary.

Relying solely on “Body Refining Full Open” level, purely on physical body, it’s really not easy to fight.

And the other party was indeed very graceful.

“Junior Brother Chu, be careful with the next slash!”

“Even if you are a body cultivator with a strong physique, you must concentrate!” he warned.

Chu Huaixu, hearing this, could feel that he was actually quite respectful of his opponent.

So then…

Repay that respect!

He loudly said, “Senior Brother Ji, who told you that I only practice body refining!”

As soon as these words came out, not only was Ji Sikong stunned, but everyone below the stage was also dumbfounded.

—What does that mean!?

And the next moment, they got their answer.

Aren’t you using an open and domineering sword momentum?

What a coincidence, I also have a fierce technique, called [Fingertip Thunder]!

Well then, let’s see if your sword is more domineering, or my True Gang is!

Nine days above, dark clouds gathered, with the occasional sound of thunder.

Amidst the rain, Chu Huaixu stretched out his finger, catching a raindrop failing from the sky.

Then, he flicked his finger!

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