Chapter 209: Chapter 210: Nine Revolutions Undying Sword Intent

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This move was exactly the same as his previous one, offering a top-tier Cultivation Technique to the opponent and a garbage one to himself, with both cultivators’ cultivation levels suppressed to the same realm. How is one supposed to fight like this?

He swiftly turned to look at Zhen Qiankun below the stage, who was smiling at him!

It was clear that the Saint Heir of the Three Sects had been enraged by his earlier behavior. The arena was a joint creation of the Three Sects and had to be absolutely fair and just.

Therefore, this Saint Heir of the Array Formation Sect wanted to admonish him, and he could only endure it.

As long as he didn’t die, everything was negotiable.

Silently experiencing the “Basic Sword Technique,” Elder Wang gave up healing and began to continuously take out various elixirs and throw them into his mouth.

He knew that his earlier covert actions on the stage had been too obvious, and Li Xiaobai would definitely not let him off easily later. With the latter’s methods, it was possible for him to be killed.

To prevent being killed instantly, he had to prepare and surrender as soon as the competition started.

Once off the stage, he would deal with Li Xiaobai – disrespecting a senior of his stature would have severe consequences!

A cold light flickered in Elder Wang’s eyes as he stared intently at Li Xiaobai in front.

At this moment, Li Xiaobai also made no move, as he didn’t need to cultivate anything. His skills were ready, and he would strike to slay Elder Wang as soon as the incense burned out.

From Zhen Qiankun’s moves, it was easy to infer that Elder Wang must have been handed a useless Cultivation Technique, which gave him no chance to increase his Attribute Points.

Daring to play tricks on the stage, so blatantly favoring Xing Mohan, a bloody lesson was necessary—this vendetta must be settled!

Time passed in a blink of an eye, and the incense had burned out; the contemplation time was over, and the competition started automatically.

“Elder Wang, make your move.”

Li Xiaobai hooked his finger, his face full of scorn.

“Good, this old man will dare to request a few pointers from the Young Master!”

Elder Wang’s eyes lit up. His opponent didn’t strike to kill him immediately, but instead gave him the initiative. Now, he could surrender at any time.

He didn’t manifest his Primordial Spirit Phantom and circulated the Basic Sword Technique; he waved his longsword and thrust it forward.

“Basic Sword Technique, First Move: Soaring Roc!”

The sword light swirled, stabbing fiercely at Li Xiaobai. As the sword touched the skin, Elder Wang’s longsword broke from the impact, and the Reflect effect activated, instantly splitting the flesh at the base of his palm.

A hint of fear flashed in Elder Wang’s eyes as he retreated explosively, dodging to the edge of the stage.

To Li Xiaobai’s surprise, his eyes widened. He hadn’t felt anything; the opponent’s attack was like a mosquito bite.

[Attribute Points +500…]

[Attribute Points +300…]

It had been a long time since he had seen such low-level Attribute Points. It seemed the opponent’s garbage Cultivation Technique had no attack power at all.

“Young Master Li truly deserves his reputation as a prodigy. In just the span of one incense stick, you’ve managed to comprehend such a profound Cultivation Technique. Wang is truly in awe!”

With a respectful demeanor, Elder Wang clasped his fists and said, “Wang is inferior in skill and admits defeat.”

Li Xiaobai’s expression darkened. This person was shameless enough, not caring about his own face at all – such a prominent elder conceding defeat just like that.

He had no choice but to start taunting.

“Elder Wang has quite a unique talent. An incense stick’s time has passed and you have comprehended nothing of the Cultivation Technique—it quite startled me. I’ve always dealt with prodigies, and this is the first time I’ve seen a cultivator with such poor talent.”

“Elder Wang, with such ability, how did you become an elder? Seeing you, I feel like I could do it too.”

Li Xiaobai said with a chuckle.

Elder Wang’s expression turned gloomy in an instant. He hated when people spoke about cultivation level and status—it was his Achilles’ heel, something he was unwilling to face.

His talent was limited, his cultivation could only reach the Half-Step Tribulation Crossing Stage, and without a stroke of fortune, it would be very difficult to make any further breakthroughs.

“Wang has had bad luck and received the Basic Sword Technique,” Elder Wang forced out a few words through clenched teeth.

“The technique I used was also a Basic Body Tempering Technique, wasn’t it? Elder Wang should be well aware of the power of such basic cultivation techniques,” Li Xiaobai said indifferently.

“Don’t make excuses for yourself; lack of talent is just that, lack of talent. There are some things that no amount of effort can change, just like how I can simply flip through a cultivation technique and instantly comprehend it to the level of great achievement. That is what true genius looks like.”

“You!”

Elder Wang was so angry that he was at a loss for words.

“Elder Wang, since the arena has judged our techniques to be of the same level, it proves there is no problem. You should trust the judgment of the arena and not underestimate basic techniques. The reason you can’t manifest their true power is simply because your talent is too poor,” Li Xiaobai commented lightly.

“Naive child, how dare you insult me!” Elder Wang’s face turned grim with cold fury, feeling an urge to eliminate his opponent on the spot.

“Elder Wang, do you still want to concede?” Zhen Qiankun asked dispassionately. Continuing to admit defeat under these circumstances would mean never being able to hold his head high in the Northern Region again.

“No, for the sake of my decades-long reputation, I must fight Young Master Li to the death!” Elder Wang spoke with a furious fire flickering in his eyes, imagining dismembering Li Xiaobai a thousand times over in his mind.

With a shift of his figure, he lashed out with his longsword, ruthlessly aiming for Li Xiaobai’s brow.

Watching the cold light before him, Li Xiaobai simply smiled faintly, neither dodging nor evading, letting the longsword pierce his brow.

Clang!

A clear and resonant metallic hum echoed as Elder Wang’s longsword once again shattered into countless pieces, exploding in the air.

[Attribute Points +600…]

This was already the limit for his opponent, wielding a Basic Sword Technique that was only slightly more powerful than that of a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

“Elder Wang, put some effort into it, chop here,” Li Xiaobai said, stretching his neck and pointing to his own head.

“Impudent brat, how dare you insult me!” Elder Wang’s face twisted in rage, and behind him, a Primodial Spirit Phantom of a Divine Demon materialized with sword in hand, its eyes emitting streaks of Sword Intent, and its presence extremely sharp and powerful.

He practiced the Xingtian Sect’s cultivation technique and had a deep understanding of the Sword Dao. His Primordial Spirit was centered around the Sword Demon’s Outer Soul, which was considered quite powerful among his peers.

Unfortunately, today he faced Li Xiaobai, and before the superior defensive power, all these methods were useless.

The Primodial Spirit Phantom swung its great sword in relentless slashes.

[Attribute Points +700…]

[Attribute Points +1000…]

With his cultivation level suppressed, there was not much to gain from his opponent. It was time to end this.

A trace of cold light flashed in Li Xiaobai’s eyes.

His hand rose, and his sword fell.

Nine Revolutions Undying Sword Intent!

In an instant, the sky darkened, and a golden Sword Intent surged on the arena, fissuring the ground and slashing towards Elder Wang with the might that looked down upon all creation.

The vast Primodial Spirit Phantom was instantly engulfed by the golden Sword Intent and was torn apart piece by piece.

Elder Wang’s face turned pale and his lips trembled. He regretted not surrendering and conceding directly in the face of his overwhelming urge.

This sword strike was going to destroy his very foundation!