Chapter 240 | You Said You Only Wanted to Die

"Don't worry." Feng Qingping's lips curled slightly, showing no signs of concern at all.

On the arena, Le Changxi's offensive grew increasingly fierce.

Each of his sword strikes carried a scorching wave of air, forcing Feng Weilan back step by step. His sword path contained a subtle rhythm, like continuous waves of fire, rising one after another before the previous had subsided.

"Nine-Fold Flame Waves!" Le Changxi suddenly shifted his technique. Nine layers of sword qi, appearing like waves of fire, pressed down toward Feng Weilan in succession.

Feng Weilan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he abruptly changed his combat tempo.

His movements became erratic and unpredictable. Every shift was perfectly timed to avoid the most intense parts of the blade's heat. More strangely, his aura began to flicker, becoming almost nonexistent; even the spiritual energy fluctuations during his strikes were difficult to detect.

"Huh?" Le Changxi frowned, realizing he was starting to lose track of his opponent's presence.

This was exactly Feng Weilan's unique specialty. Years of experience traveling and training outside had allowed him to master this Stealth Technique, enabling him to minimize his presence even in the heat of battle.

Thump!

With a muffled sound, Feng Weilan's blade suddenly struck from Le Changxi's blind spot, nearly slicing through his sleeve.

"A Stealth Technique?!" Le Changxi hurriedly changed his move, his sword sweeping horizontally, but he only cut through an afterimage.

Feng Weilan's figure flickered like a ghost across the arena. Each appearance was accompanied by a fierce blade strike. Although Le Changxi's fire-attribute sword intent was overbearing, he could never pinpoint his opponent's exact position.

Clang!

Another heavy blow sent a vibration through Le Changxi's sword, making it hum.

"You think you can beat me like this?" Le Changxi sneered. He suddenly thrust his sword into the ground, channeling his full spiritual energy. Instantaneously, a sea of fire spread across the floor, centering on the sword!

Feng Weilan was forced to reveal himself as the flames scorched the hem of his robes. Seizing the opportunity, Le Changxi lunged forward with a strike. "It's over!"

At the critical moment, Feng Weilan suddenly changed his stance. Instead of dodging, he held his long blade horizontally across his chest. The metal and earth spiritual energy within the blade fused perfectly, forming a solid barrier.

Clang!

The sword struck the blade, producing a deafening sound. To Le Changxi's shock, he found his sword could not advance even an inch further!

"Your fire sword intent does indeed counter my metal spiritual energy," Feng Weilan's voice remained calm. "But you forgot that earth spiritual energy is best suited for defense."

Le Changxi's pupils constricted. He was about to shift his move when he saw Feng Weilan's blade suddenly glow with a strange light—the sharpness of metal and the heaviness of earth merged perfectly, transforming into a single streak of blade light!

"Break!"

This strike was unadorned and simple, yet it contained the entirety of Feng Weilan's cultivation. Le Changxi tried to block in haste, but the impact split the skin between his thumb and forefinger, sending his sword flying from his hand!

Bang!

The back of Feng Weilan's blade slammed heavily into Le Changxi's chest, throwing him several yards back until he landed at the very edge of the arena.

"Do you concede?" Feng Weilan's blade pointed directly at him from a distance.

Le Changxi struggled to climb up, a trace of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth. He looked at his fallen sword in the distance, then at Feng Weilan's eyes, which were as calm as still water. Finally, he let out a long sigh. "...I concede."

"Arena Nine, victory to Feng Weilan of the Five Elements Dao Sect!"

The crowd erupted in an uproar once again.

No one had expected Feng Weilan to turn the tables and win despite such an obvious elemental disadvantage!

The two direct disciples of the Sword Heart Sect had actually been defeated one after the other!

Duan Xianxing jumped up in excitement. "Sixth Senior Brother is so cool!"

Li Nanzhu also smiled. "So Sixth Senior Brother was hiding this trump card..."

Feng Qingping chuckled. "I told you there was no need to worry." She looked at Feng Weilan on the stage, her eyes full of pride. "He has always been like this. The more adversity he faces, the more he can explode with startling potential."

On the high platform, Ling Xiao's face was as dark as a soot-covered pot. He suddenly turned to Feng Yi. "Did your disciple hide his cultivation?!"

Feng Yi blinked innocently. "I never said anything~"

"You!" Ling Xiao was so angry he nearly crushed his seat. "Fine, very well! So what if you won two matches? There is still the last one. If she cannot win, you still lose!"

Feng Yi's smile didn't fade. "Then we shall wait and see~"

Li Nanzhu stepped onto the arena. Her opponent, Su Zhunshu, was dressed in light purple gauze, a smile on her face. Unlike the previous disciples who had forfeited, the eyes of this Hehuan Sect disciple flickered with the intent to fight.

"Fellow Daoist Li." Su Zhunshu gave a graceful bow. "Please advise me."

Li Nanzhu returned the gesture. "Fellow Daoist Su, you are too kind."

The spectators by the arena were whispering.

"Surely the Hehuan Sect isn't going to forfeit again, right?"

"I doubt it. This Su Zhunshu is famous for her stubborn temper."

"I heard she even dares to talk back to the young sect leader..."

The referee announced, "Let the match begin!"

To everyone's surprise, Su Zhunshu did not forfeit but attacked immediately! Three purple silks flew out from her sleeves, striking directly at Li Nanzhu.

Li Nanzhu was well-prepared. Her left hand formed a seal, deploying a water curtain to block the purple silks, while her right hand ignited flames on her sword, striking straight for Su Zhunshu's middle path.

Compared to her opponent forfeiting, Li Nanzhu preferred a real fight. Otherwise, even if it were a cooperation, she would feel as though she owed the Hehuan Sect a debt.

In the Hehuan Sect's seating area, Rong Yuying's brow furrowed slightly. "This girl..."

"Young sect leader, should we..." an elder beside her whispered.

Rong Yuying shook her head. "Never mind. Let her have a match. Otherwise, she won't be satisfied."

On the arena, Su Zhunshu remained unhurried. Her hands formed seals, and the silks suddenly split into dozens of strands, entangling Li Nanzhu from all directions. These silks appeared soft, but were actually exceptionally tough, difficult for ordinary blades to damage.

Li Nanzhu shifted her sword stance. Her fire spiritual energy surged, incinerating the incoming purple silks. However, Su Zhunshu took the chance to close the distance, aiming a palm strike at Li Nanzhu's shoulder.

Bang!

Li Nanzhu dodged to the side and thrust her sword back at the other's wrist. Su Zhunshu hurriedly changed her move, and the two traded dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

"Fellow Daoist Li truly lives up to her reputation," Su Zhunshu chuckled. "But you should be careful with this next move."

Tinkle!

"Heart-Befuddling Bell!"

Some knowledgeable cultivators in the audience cried out.

Li Nanzhu immediately circulated the Greenwood Longevity Sutra. The power of life protected her mind while the fire spiritual energy on her sword shifted to water. A water tornado appeared out of thin air, isolating the sound of the bell.

"Switching between three attributes so fluently..." A flash of surprise crossed Su Zhunshu's eyes. "As expected of the Five Elements Dao Sect."

She stopped holding back and tossed the bell into the air. The bell grew as it met the wind, transforming into two huge bronze bells that came crashing down toward Li Nanzhu!

Li Nanzhu remained calm. Her left hand formed a water seal while her right ignited the sword. The combined force of water and fire spiritual energy struck the bronze bells simultaneously.

Boom!

The bronze bells were sent flying. Su Zhunshu groaned, blood trickling from her lip. Just as she was about to change her move, Li Nanzhu's sword tip was already resting three inches from her throat.