Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 371 - 47: A Slap in the Face, Peak Confrontation

The entire peak fell silent for the span of three or four breaths.

Then, a thunderous uproar erupted.

"He really killed Fei Jue with only three strikes! This is terrifying!"

"No! The first move was just a probe. To be precise, it only took two strikes! Two strikes to kill Fei Jue in an instant!"

"This is outrageous, absolutely unbelievable!"

"Did he really awaken the Wasted Martial Soul? Impossible!"

The crowd stared at Luo Cheng, their eyes wide in shock, rendered speechless with disbelief.

Fei Jue’s strength was well-known.

Having mastered the Human Sword Integration Middle-stage and achieved the Divine Bridge, his power was anything but ordinary!

Many believed that Fei Jue had the capability to rival a First Layer Awakening Vein Realm expert.

Before this battle, no one thought Luo Cheng stood a chance against him.

This position of third place in the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition was already in Fei Jue’s grasp!

Yet, in just two strikes, Fei Jue was defeated!

And this was after he unleashed his strongest killer move, only to be overpowered by a single sword strike!

This shocking reversal sent ripples through the crowd, overturning their world as they knew it.

Yan Qingshuang also froze momentarily, her bright eyes fixating on Luo Cheng.

She had considered many possibilities but hadn’t imagined that Luo Cheng, when faced with Fei Jue’s lethal blow, could turn the tables and counter-kill!

On the elevated platform, Elder Wu Shan of the Extreme Dao Sect had a look of approval in his eyes.

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He had witnessed many top-tier swordsmen, all pursuing attacks that were swift, precise, and deadly—all striving for a one-hit kill!

That was what made swordsmen truly terrifying!

Against such individuals, a single misstep meant certain death.

Just like Fei Jue’s fate.

As for Fei Jue’s overly flamboyant sword skills, it was evident he had strayed from the right path.

"Two strikes to kill Fei Jue—when did Luo Cheng become this powerful..."

Chen Lingyu and Lin Xiaoyun took a deep breath, exchanging stunned looks.

They had thought they understood Luo Cheng well.

But now, they realized they knew nothing of his true strength!

Elder Chen Xuan and others were equally shaken to their core.

The Ninth Elder snapped out of it, bursting into hearty laughter, his face glowing with delight as he glanced sideways at Sun Yingyang.

"Sun Yingyang, it seems your Fierce Cloud Sect disciples aren’t much after all! That’s three of them dead already."

Sun Yingyang’s face twisted, his eyes twitching fiercely, and his aura nearly boiled over!

If he could, he’d have rushed onto the stage right at that moment to tear Luo Cheng apart, to pulverize him into dust, and personally avenge Sun Chuanwu!

Seeing Sun Yingyang’s aggrieved expression, the Ninth Elder felt thoroughly elated. Smiling, he continued,

"By the way, who was it before the competition that claimed our Xuanyuan Sect wouldn’t make it to the top five? And now?"

Sun Yingyang’s expression grew even uglier. Earlier, he had boasted that the Xuanyuan Sect wouldn’t even make the top five. Now that Luo Cheng had defeated Fei Jue, a spot in the top three was practically guaranteed!

These words were tantamount to slapping him squarely in the face!

But regretfully, he couldn’t refute them!

He could only endure the humiliation silently!

In his entire lifetime, Sun Yingyang had never suffered such disgrace.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the erupting fury within and turned to bellow at Hua Jingyang:

"Hua Jingyang, you must kill Luo Cheng! No matter what, he must die!"

Hua Jingyang gazed at Luo Cheng on the platform, nodding slowly. "Rest assured, Elder. When it’s my turn to face him, he will not survive."

Hua Jingyang’s tone was calm, exuding an unshakable confidence.

To him, killing Luo Cheng seemed as trivial as brushing off a speck of dust.

Swish!

In a flash, Luo Cheng returned to his seat.

The Ninth Elder was ecstatic. "Haha! Luo Cheng, you’ve truly given us a tremendous surprise! By killing Fei Jue, our Xuanyuan Sect is guaranteed a spot in the top three. As I promised, if you make the top three, I’ll reward you generously. Just name it!"

Luo Cheng smiled and said, "Ninth Elder, there’s no rush. Let’s talk after I secure the final ranking."

"What?"

The Ninth Elder was momentarily stunned, not understanding what Luo Cheng meant.

Elder Chen Xuan’s eyes gleamed sharply. "Do you mean... you’re confident about aiming for first or second place?"

At these words, the crowd was taken aback and turned their gazes toward Luo Cheng in unison.

Luo Cheng replied, "From the start, my goal has always been first place."

"First place!"

The Ninth Elder drew a sharp breath.

To be honest, even after Luo Cheng killed Fei Jue, the thought of claiming first place had never crossed his mind.

More accurately, he dared not entertain the thought.

Based on what they had seen so far in the competition, both Hua Jingyang and Yan Qingshuang were utter monsters in terms of combat prowess!

Even without fully exerting themselves, their displayed strength far surpassed the Tongxuan Realm and reached Awakening Vein Realm levels!

Elder Chen Xuan frowned. "Luo Cheng, I’m not doubting you, but this is a matter of life and death. Don’t push yourself too far!"

"It would be better if you faced Yan Qingshuang first. But if you encounter Hua Jingyang, he will not show any mercy."

Luo Cheng smiled confidently. "Master, rest assured. I’d never attempt something without certainty."

Seeing how serious Luo Cheng was, Elder Chen Xuan was momentarily dazed, a thought flashing through his mind:

Could it be...

But... no, that’s impossible!!

After Luo Cheng’s battle with Fei Jue, the audience grew increasingly excited.

At this stage of the competition, the top three contenders were decided: Hua Jingyang, Yan Qingshuang, and Luo Cheng!

The two remaining rounds of matches would determine their final rankings in the ultimate showdown!

Amidst eagerly held anticipation, the thirteenth round concluded swiftly.

The fourteenth round began!

The first match featured Luo Cheng.

His opponent was Xia Wanqing, the second disciple of the Luoxia Sect!

Xia Wanqing gave Luo Cheng a single glance and resigned with a wry shake of her head.

Before Luo Cheng’s battle with Fei Jue, Xia Wanqing had been brimming with confidence about defeating him.

But Luo Cheng’s decisive strike against Fei Jue had obliterated all her fantasies!

Next up was the second match.

Elder Qiushui of the Luoxia Sect stood up in person to announce the contestants:

"Yan Qingshuang of Luoxia Sect versus Hua Jingyang of Fierce Cloud Sect!"

Rumble!

As the words landed, a deafening roar erupted.

The clouds surrounding Jinyu Peak dissipated, and the air rippled with faint vibrations.

To the spectators, this time the ranking for third place was essentially decided—surely, it would be Luo Cheng, who had slain Fei Jue!

But the determination of first and second place was another matter and depended entirely on whether Hua Jingyang or Yan Qingshuang proved superior.

In other words, this battle was the pinnacle clash of the entire competition!

Countless pairs of eyes focused on the two competitors, breaths held in suspense.

Swish!

Yan Qingshuang stepped onto the stage first. Dressed in white, her delicate eyebrows lightly framed her face, her cascading hair tied back neatly, and an azure long sword strapped to her back. Her clear gaze exuded a subtle sharpness, her restrained aura impossible to ignore!

Hua Jingyang appeared across from Yan Qingshuang, standing with hands clasped behind his back. His dominating presence exuded superiority as he smiled warmly at Yan Qingshuang:

"Qingshuang, mastering Human Sword Integration Perfection is commendable. Unfortunately, you’re still no match for me."

Yan Qingshuang’s gaze remained indifferent. "Is that so?"

Hua Jingyang, oblivious to any hint of fury on Yan Qingshuang’s face, nodded and said:

"Fine, forcing you to admit defeat would indeed be asking too much. I’ll spar with you, so you may realize your limits and retreat."