“Isn't this the Divine Ability Method of the Diaohai Pavilion's Mystic Dark Peak? How did it get connected to the Raging Sea Sect?”
Although Shen Xiuhan's expression did not change, a storm of shock raged in his heart.
Could it be...
Is there some unknown connection between the Raging Sea Sect and the Diaohai Pavilion?
Shen Xiuhan suppressed his shock and looked at the next piece of intelligence.
【Intelligence 3: This Longxiang Martial Feast was personally set up and planned by Zhendong General Wang Zhifan. From beginning to end, there was only one purpose: to use the tournament as an opportunity to identify the Child of Destiny of the Diaohai Blessed Land!】
...The Zhendong General actually knows of the Diaohai Pavilion's existence!
Shen Xiuhan's pupils contracted sharply. A chill rushed straight to his head, and cold sweat instantly drenched his back.
How is this possible?
Not only does he know about the Diaohai Pavilion, but he also knows secrets like the 'Child of Destiny' inside out! He even deliberately set up this martial feast just to find them!
Shen Xiuhan's heart pounded wildly as his mind raced.
Xiao Wu was born a mine laborer and had no master, yet he broke through to the Anjin Rank in such a short time. He could hide it before, but now that he has exposed himself in this tournament, he has likely been targeted... No, he is definitely targeted!
Shen Xiuhan's eyes flickered, and a chill ran through his heart.
Yesterday, Wang Xuanyang proactively hosted a banquet to win Xiao Wu over. That was absolutely no coincidence; he must have approached him on purpose!
Then what... do they want to do?
Xiao Wu is a Child of Destiny, favored by the heavens, capable of seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster... If the Wang family harbored ill intent toward him, he would surely have sensed it...
But looking at his demeanor yesterday, Xiao Wu was clearly completely oblivious... Could it be that the Wang family has no malice in approaching him, but rather has other designs?
Shen Xiuhan had no clue and was completely baffled.
Never mind!
Regardless of what the Wang family is plotting, Xiao Wu has treated me with sincerity. I must find an opportunity to give him a hint.
Shen Xiuhan suppressed the thumping of his heart, exhaled slowly, and continued reading the final piece of intelligence.
【Intelligence 4: Colonel Zhenyue Zhao Zheng and Changyun County Magistrate Luo Changming placed a bet. On the surface, it is to secure a future for Zhao Zheng's second son by getting him into the Raging Sea Sect, but in reality, he is acting under the secret orders of Wang Zhifan to secretly test the deep connection between the Luo family and the Raging Sea Sect.】
【Note: The Raging Sea Sect was established by the descendants of the Diaohai Pavilion's Mystic Dark Peak!】
“Just as I thought...”
After reading this piece of intelligence, Shen Xiuhan's suspicions were confirmed.
A behemoth like the Diaohai Pavilion indeed left behind lineages and legacies even after its collapse!
The Raging Sea Sect is one of them. Since they are a remnant of the Mystic Dark Peak, it is no surprise they possess a Divine Ability Method like the Mystic Dark Ice Fiend Sea-Overturning Scripture.
On the other hand, Wang Zhifan, despite being stationed at the border, can still control the board of Changyun County from afar, constantly making moves...
The depth of this man's planning and the scale of his ambitions are far beyond imagination...
“His true target is definitely the Diaohai Blessed Land!”
Shen Xiuhan raised his head.
His gaze swept past the arena and landed on the figure of Wang Zhidao on the spectator stand, burying all his thoughts deep in his heart.
Meanwhile, on the arena.
Jiang Qinghong's offensive had noticeably slowed. Her speed and power were far inferior to before, and her breathing was beginning to grow erratic.
On the other hand, Wang Xuanyang changed his previous easygoing, evasive style. He planted both feet on the ground, and his aura surged abruptly!
『Dragon-Elephant Stance: Dragon Fist』!
Wang Xuanyang's fists pierced the air, faintly carrying the sharp roar of a dragon.
He charged forward like a gale, his fists striking like thousand-pound sledgehammers. Attacking from both above and below, he targeted Jiang Qinghong's Shenting acupoint, eyes, throat, and heart in rapid succession!
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”
A series of muffled, fleshy impacts erupted like the beating of war drums.
Jiang Qinghong grit her teeth, crossing her arms to defend her vitals, stubbornly enduring this tempestuous onslaught.
But Wang Xuanyang's force was truly terrifying, each punch heavier than the last.
She felt a jarring pain shoot through her arms as she was forced backward repeatedly.
After stumbling seven or eight steps, she could no longer hold on. With a thud, she sank to one knee, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth and dripping onto the stage.
“Senior Sister!”
Seeing this, the Mei Courtyard disciples below the stage cried out in alarm.
Seizing the moment of her weakness, Wang Xuanyang sought to deliver a finishing blow!
Wang Xuanyang shifted his steps, tracing a perfect semi-circle with both hands in front of him, causing the fierce winds to swirl.
Immediately after, he swung his left arm. His muscles swelled like iron, and his entire arm seemed to transform into an elephant's trunk, whipping down toward the crown of Jiang Qinghong's head!
『Dragon-Elephant Stance: Elephant Fist』!
Whoosh!
The rushing air cut like a knife!
Jiang Qinghong's face paled dramatically. She instinctively tried to channel her energy to resist, only to find that the inner force in her Taichong acupoint was completely depleted.
At this life-or-death moment, she had no time to think. She could only roll on the spot and leap off the arena.
Smack!
The moment Jiang Qinghong cleared the platform, Wang Xuanyang's left arm slammed into the edge of the arena.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Crack!
Three thick hemp ropes, each as wide as a forearm, which were used to border the arena, were snapped clean through by the sheer force of the strike, sending hemp fibers flying everywhere!
The residual force continued downward, crashing into the stage and blasting a basin-sized crater out of the edge. Wood chips rained down in all directions, clattering loudly against the surroundings.
The entire venue instantly fell into a dead silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the shocking crater, sucking in a breath of cold air.
“Wang Xuanyang wins!”
“Thank you for the match.”
Wang Xuanyang withdrew his aura, his face returning to its gentle and refined expression. He cupped his hands gracefully toward the crowd below, smoothed his robes, and walked down from the arena.
His elegant and gentlemanly demeanor as a young noble instantly caused the hearts of countless young ladies on the spectator stands to flutter, their eyes shining with admiration.
...
As one act ended, another began.
Right after Wang Xuanyang's victory, just as it was Ji Ning's turn to take the stage, Luo Tangyin had also swiftly and decisively defeated her opponent on the other side.
The deafening roll of drums echoed, followed by Wang Youjun's booming voice summoning the fighters:
“Luo Qiance of the Changyun Luo family versus Shen Xiuhan of the Changyun Mei Courtyard!”
Below the high platform, Luo Qiance sat on a chair, surrounded by members of the Luo family.
He rested with his eyes half-closed, his expression relaxed, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him.
Hearing his name called, he casually pulled off the cloak over his shoulders, revealing the practical martial robes underneath, and extended his right hand.
Luo Wancheng understood immediately and handed over the goose-feather saber. “Brother... cripple that kid for me!”
Luo Qiance took the saber with one hand, glanced at him, and nodded slightly.
Then, with a light tap of his toes, he leaped onto the arena as gracefully as a large bird.
On the other side, Shen Xiuhan also turned his head.
Xu Chuan immediately presented the simple, ancient sword chest.
When he came today, he had specifically brought his sword just in case. It was the perfect time to use it!
“Junior Brother, watch out for his saber,” Xu Chuan warned solemnly.
Shen Xiuhan nodded.
Clad in green robes, his figure was as upright as a pine tree. Carrying the sword chest in one hand, he climbed the wooden steps step by step.
Luo Qiance's gaze was sharp as he stared at the youth slowly ascending the stage, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips.
The two stood facing each other, separated by a distance of twenty feet.
In an instant, the lakeside fell silent; even the wind seemed to have stopped.
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