Wen Qianhui was prepared. His bronze sword instantly radiated a piercing green light, and a barrier of sword qi formed in front of him. "Xuantian Sword Astral Qi!"
However, Jiang Yifan's figure appeared behind him like a ghost, his right hand forming a claw aimed straight for the throat.
Startled, Wen Qianhui hurriedly turned and swung his sword!
"Clang!"
Jiang Yifan actually caught the blade with his bare hands, his fingers gripping the sword body like iron pincers.
The sect elders on the spectator stands saw it clearly. Jiang Yifan had clearly not used any magic tools; he had relied entirely on physical strength to block that strike!
Wen Qianhui's pupils constricted. He desperately channeled his sword mantra. "Explode!"
The runes on the blade glowed brilliantly as the violent sword qi detonated. Jiang Yifan remained unmoved, his left hand forming a seal. "Silence spell!"
A golden light pierced through the sword qi barrier, directly sealing Wen Qianhui’s mouth.
"Mmf!" Wen Qianhui let out a muffled grunt, a flash of panic in his eyes. He frantically circulated his spiritual energy, and the green light on the bronze sword flared up!
Jiang Yifan gave a cold laugh, and his right hand suddenly exerted force.
"Crack!"
The bronze sword snapped. Wen Qianhui staggered back, left with only a half-broken blade in his hand, his face filled with disbelief.
"Mmf, mmf..." He tried to speak, only to find his mouth completely sealed.
Jiang Yifan closed in, his left hand forming a claw aimed at the throat. "Since you don't know how to speak..."
In a rush, Wen Qianhui summoned a bronze ancient mirror. The surface of the mirror emitted a green glow, forming a thick barrier.
Jiang Yifan’s assault slowed slightly. Wen Qianhui took the opportunity to form a seal, his body instantly retreating ten yards while he pulled a golden talisman from his robes!
The talisman transformed into a golden light that streaked toward Jiang Yifan. The audience below gasped:
"That’s the Xuan Tian Sect’s sect-suppressing golden talisman!"
"They say it can even suppress a Nascent Soul cultivator! How could they give even that to Wen Qianhui!"
"Jiang Yifan is in danger now!"
The expressions of Li Nanzhu and the others below changed instantly upon hearing this!
Feng Qingping immediately shouted from below, "Referee! He’s breaking the rules!!!"
Whether he had received some instructions or simply hadn't heard Feng Qingping’s voice, the referee on the stage made no move to intervene or stop the match.
"That Sword Heart Sect!" Duan Xianxing cursed under his breath.
"In this situation, he should have been disqualified already," Li Nanzhu said, pursing her lips.
A special restriction was set on the arena. Unless one was a Soul Transformation cultivator, only the referee and the competitors could interfere. Otherwise, they would have rushed up long ago.
The only one who remained calm was likely Mu Wenyan, though even Zhu Yinxi had a trace of worry on his face.
But...
A blood-red light suddenly flashed in Jiang Yifan’s eyes, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body. His right hand formed a seal as a blood-colored rune emerged in his palm. "Break!"
"Boom!"
The golden light collided with the blood talisman, resulting in an earth-shattering explosion.
As the dust settled, Jiang Yifan stood in place completely unharmed, while the golden talisman had turned to ash.
"What?!" The Xuan Tian Sect elder jumped to his feet. "That’s impossible!"
Wen Qianhui’s face was deathly pale. He hurriedly summoned three more defensive magic tools.
Jiang Yifan, however, had already appeared before him, throwing a punch. "Shatter!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three magic tools exploded one after another. In a panic, Wen Qianhui raised his arms to block.
"Crack!"
The sound of arm bones snapping was clearly audible. Wen Qianhui’s face contorted in pain, yet he couldn't make a sound.
Jiang Yifan grabbed his chin. "You don't need your tongue anymore."
"Squelch—"
A blood-drenched piece of tongue was ruthlessly torn out. Wen Qianhui’s eyes rolled back as his body convulsed.
A roar of shock went through the audience.
"My god!"
"This... this is too ruthless!"
Li Nanzhu and the others just stared blankly at the scene. It was Duan Xianxing who finally murmured.
"As expected of... fourth senior brother."
On the other side, the Xuan Tian Sect elder stood up abruptly. "Referee! This... this is against the rules!"
The referee, who had been playing dead until now, finally reacted, but he only slowly picked his ear. "What? The wind is too loud, I can't hear you?"
Wen Qianhui struggled frantically, but Jiang Yifan held him down firmly.
Jiang Yifan expressionlessly raised his hand and slammed a punch into his face.
"Crack!"
The sound of the bridge of the nose breaking was crisp. Wen Qianhui’s face instantly caved in, and a mouthful of teeth sprayed out mixed with blood.
Jiang Yifan did not stop. He followed up with three more punches, each accompanied by the brittle sound of shattering bones.
"Bang!"
The left arm snapped.
"Bang!"
The right leg fractured.
"Bang!"
Three ribs were broken.
Every punch was accompanied by the sharp sound of bones cracking.
Wen Qianhui’s limbs were broken one by one, and he slumped on the stage like a rag doll.
The Xuan Tian Sect elder was jumping with anxiety. "We concede! We concede!"
Only then did the referee speak sluggishly, "That won't do... The rules state that a competitor must either fall off the arena or personally concede..."
Hearing this, the Xuan Tian Sect elder nearly spat out a mouthful of blood, his vision going black.
Li Nanzhu finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Though she had been annoyed by the Sword Heart Sect ignoring the rules earlier, at this moment, she had to admit that this was handled wonderfully.
The others also realized the trick within.
If Jiang Yifan had truly been injured by that talisman, the combat power of the Five Elements Dao Sect would have been weakened once again for the upcoming team matches.
Similarly, they also despised Wen Qianhui’s actions. Jiang Yifan doing what they couldn't easily do themselves suited their wishes perfectly.
No matter the outcome, it was what they wanted to see, so doing nothing was currently the best choice.
"Their calculations are quite sharp," Feng Qingping sneered.
On the stage, Jiang Yifan’s palm already glowed with a blood-red spiritual light, aimed directly at Wen Qianhui’s dantian. Just as he was about to cripple the other's Golden Core, a Nascent Soul pressure suddenly descended!
"Enough!"
The referee finally intervened. A barrier of spiritual energy forcibly separated the two. Jiang Yifan’s assault was abruptly blocked. He looked up coldly at the referee, the blood-red light in his eyes yet to fade.
"Match over! Jiang Yifan of the Five Elements Dao Sect wins!" the referee announced loudly, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.
Jiang Yifan snorted coldly. He shook the blood from his hands and turned to walk down the arena. The blood made his red robes look even more bewitching, and every step left a bloody footprint on the bluestone floor.
"Violation! This is a violation!" Seeing Wen Qianhui’s miserable state, the Xuan Tian Sect elder rushed onto the stage hysterically, pointing at Jiang Yifan’s back and roaring, "He used another rune power as well! This violates the competition rules!"
Now Wen Qianhui appeared to be crippled and would be unable to participate in the following matches. For the sake of the sect’s points, he had to at least fight for a draw!
The entire venue fell silent.
Everyone’s gaze focused on Jiang Yifan.
On the observation stand, Zhao Wufeng spoke after a moment of silence. "He did not violate the rules."
"Impossible!"
The Xuan Tian Sect elder no longer cared for his image, his hand trembling as he pointed at Jiang Yifan.
"How could that kind of power belong to him! A mere mid-stage Golden Core! How could he so easily cripple a late-stage Golden Core cultivator!!"
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