Chapter 2018: Masters Emerge

"Too difficult!"

However, one day later, Ye Feng came out of the practice space. Although his aura was much more condensed than before, his cultivation level still failed to break through. Situ Reading

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After four consecutive days of breaking through in the practice space, Ye Feng spent a total of forty days, but still failed to successfully break through. This was the first time he encountered such a thing.

"The more difficult it is to break through, the greater the improvement in strength will be after success. Ye Feng, you are now in the third level of the king realm and can defeat the seventh or eighth level of the king realm. If you break through to the fourth level, I am afraid that even a half-step saint realm may not be your opponent."

"This is the benefit of a solid foundation."

Yuan Ling comforted him and said, "What's more, the further you go in the practice, the more difficult it will be. After the saint realm, every breakthrough can take one or two years, and some even take a lifetime. That's normal."

In fact, Ye Feng understood the reason without Yuan Ling's explanation.

As the cultivation level gets higher and higher, the time required for promotion in the future will also become longer and longer. Moreover, the capacity of his dantian is amazing. After entering the saint realm in the future, the amount of Yuanli he needs to consume may be far more than that of ordinary warriors.

Fortunately, I have a training space, so I don't have to worry about time.

...

After the first round of elimination, there are only more than 50 people left from the more than 100 participants in the Kendo Conference.

In two days, the top ten will be decided.

When Ye Feng and Sha Shenyue arrived, the draw was over.

His opponent today is a man named Wei Jitong, but this time, the two were placed in the second half of the schedule, and it was Ye Feng's turn to play after the previous people finished playing.

This gave Ye Feng a chance to watch other people's games.

Before in Wangyue Tower, although he had heard of some geniuses, he was not able to see them in person. Ye Feng also wanted to see who were the contestants.

The first person to appear was Sikong Changsheng.

Sikong Changsheng had a handsome face, like a crown jade, and could be regarded as a rare handsome man.

He was dressed in black and stood on the ring, like a huge mountain supporting the world. There was no emotion on his cold face, and a cold breath emanated from his body, which was daunting.

Ye Feng was shocked when he saw Sikong Changsheng.

Sikong Changsheng's cultivation reached the ninth level of the King Realm. His aura was condensed, not much worse than Ye Feng's, and the cultivation method seemed very special.

Of course, he hadn't made a move yet, so Ye Feng couldn't feel what was special.

Ye Feng was basically sure that this person must be a strong opponent.

On the ring, Sikong Changsheng swept his cold eyes towards his opponent, and the man on the opposite side trembled. Just this one glance made the other party feel like he couldn't bear it.

"I... admit defeat."

The latter had no intention of fighting, and raised his hand tremblingly.

Others under the ring heard that the other party took the initiative to admit defeat, but no one laughed out loud.

Perhaps everyone thought from the bottom of their hearts that it was normal to admit defeat to Sikong Changsheng, and it would be abnormal not to admit defeat.

Although his cultivation was only one level higher than the other party, Sikong Changsheng's real combat power was comparable to that of a semi-saint.

And the most important point is that everyone who knows Sikong Changsheng knows that once he takes action, he never shows mercy.

If he can kill the opponent directly, he will never just cripple the opponent.

In the first match yesterday, Sikong Changsheng used thundering means to directly kill the person who dared to fight him. Even the elder who presided over the competition had no time to rescue him.

The Kendo Conference allows casualties, of course, this allowance is limited. As long as the opponent does not deliberately kill the opponent after admitting defeat, the sect can tolerate it.

Casualties are inevitable in any fight.

To use a popular saying: Cultivation is against the will of heaven, and it is normal to die halfway.

"The winner of this fight is Sikong Changsheng!"

Elder Tian announced loudly.

Sikong Changsheng glanced at his opponent lightly, turned around and walked off the stage. From head to toe, there was no expression on his face, as if he was a wooden man.

"Xiao Feng, if you were to face this guy, how confident would you be of winning?"

Looking at the audience, Sha Shenyue was a little worried and tightened his grip on Ye Feng's hand.

After a brief thought, Ye Feng told the truth: "If it's just a duel, without using any special means, I am only three times more confident now."

After all, the arena duel is just a test, and many special means cannot be used, just like Ye Feng's current trump card... the Demon King Bow.

The Demon King Bow is too powerful, and once it is used, it will inevitably affect the spectators in the audience, causing unnecessary casualties.

If it is a life-and-death battle, these concerns don't need to be taken into account.

Ye Feng can use various means, such as deception, illusion, formation, etc., to deceive or even kill his opponent directly.

"What if it's a life-and-death fight?" Sha Shenyue asked curiously.

Even Sha Shenyue doesn't know Ye Feng's true strength now.

"It's hard to say."

Ye Feng shook his head.

Who can become a genius of the Xuanyi Sect's branch without a trump card in hand?

Sikong Changsheng is not an ordinary person. Who knows what kind of trump card he has?

However, if he really fights to the death, Ye Feng is still quite confident that he can defeat this man.

"To get such an evaluation from you, this Sikong Changsheng is indeed not simple."

Sha Shenyue nodded slightly. Although she is a strong person in the holy realm, she is not as good as Ye Feng in judging people.

...

"The next game, Xie Cheng from the main courtyard, will fight against Xiong Chengshan from the Mobei branch courtyard."

The voice of Elder Tian came from the stage, and then Xie Cheng and a sturdy man jumped onto the stage at the same time.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but get excited.

The last time he fought with Xie Cheng, Ye Feng could feel that this man was indeed strong, at least stronger than his idiot brother Xie An.

He really wanted to see what else Xie Cheng could do.

After confirming the identities of the two, the fight began.

Xie Cheng smiled coldly and was not polite. He stretched out his hand in the void and a flaming spear condensed by Yuanli condensed into shape in his hand. When he waved it, the top of the stage immediately fell into a sea of ​​fire.

Xiong Chengshan, who was fighting with him, was also good at cultivation.

He just shouted, and a surge of Yuanli wave surged out of his body, and in an instant, the surrounding burning flames were extinguished and retreated.

Xiong Chengshan shook off the flames, and his figure turned into a residual image, rushing straight to Xie Cheng.

The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Xie Cheng.

However, Xie Cheng had already taken precautions. He reversed the flame spear and thrust it out, and at the same time, he jumped back and swept the tail of the spear towards Xiong Chengshan's chest.

With a "bang", a bull phantom flew up from Xiong Chengshan's body. He gritted his teeth coldly, as if he wanted to block the attack of the flame spear.

"Give it to me, lose."

Xie Cheng snorted lightly, and a red high temperature suddenly surged from the tip of the spear.

With a swish, it burned through the crushing of the "bull phantom", making Xiong Chengshan's eyes show a look of surprise.

He wanted to dodge again, but it was still too late. He was swept by the flame spear and his body flew down the ring.

Xiong Chengshan was obviously a physical cultivator with a strong body. Although he was only in the "internal state" stage, his strength was not comparable to that of an ordinary eighth-level king realm warrior.

Even so, after activating the martial arts phantom, he still couldn't take the high-temperature attack from Xie Cheng's flame spear, and he vomited blood and lost directly.