Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 299: Fight of Attrition, Die!

The crowd’s gaze focused intently on Luo Cheng and Qi Guyun, sensing the sharp confrontation between their auras.

"Tsk tsk, even the clash of their auras is this intense!"

"Qi Guyun defeated Yu Yue in one strike, yet Luo Cheng dares to provoke him. You have to admit, his courage is extraordinary!"

"Too bad Luo Cheng’s cultivation is too low. Otherwise, both are elite swordsmen. A life-and-death duel would definitely be spectacular..."

Qi Guyun’s strike that defeated Yu Yue showcased his strength to everyone.

The Chief Disciple is indeed unparalleled, his strength towering over the rest!

At this moment, most people no longer believed that Luo Cheng was qualified to challenge Qi Guyun to a duel.

"Hmph! Arrogant waste!"

From the Crown Prince Hall, Xu Qifeng, ranked fifth among the ten disciples, displayed a cold sneer.

In his eyes, Luo Cheng defeating Tu Shan must have been sheer dumb luck!

If not for Tu Shan’s carelessness—one misstep leading to another—he wouldn’t have failed to deploy even seventy percent of his strength and suffered such an embarrassing loss!

If it had been a proper confrontation, Tu Shan definitely wouldn’t have lost! At the very least, not so disastrously.

Noticing Qi Guyun’s livid face, Xu Qifeng said, "Brother Qi, no need to be so enraged. He won’t survive the day anyway."

"I know!"

Qi Guyun retracted his gaze, exhaled a breath of frustration, and nodded slightly.

The tournament continued.

Round six.

Luo Cheng’s opponent, Lu Chen—ranked ninth—chose to forfeit outright.

Qi Guyun’s opponent, a disciple from the Crown Prince Hall, also conceded.

In this round, Chen Lingyu faced Lin Xiaoyun.

The disparity between the two in fame and strength was like heaven and earth.

The crowd assumed Chen Lingyu would immediately surrender, but unexpectedly, both ascended the stage as if by mutual agreement.

"I concede!"

A moment later, Chen Lingyu raised her hand, signaling her forfeit.

This scene left many spectators puzzled and bewildered.

Returning to her seat, Chen Lingyu’s face turned somewhat grim. Fixing her gaze on Luo Cheng, she abruptly asked:

"Luo Cheng, are you determined to duel with Qi Guyun?"

Luo Cheng nodded.

Chen Lingyu furrowed her brows, took a deep, steadying breath, and said, "Then you need to be mentally prepared. In the upcoming rounds, if you encounter any of the top-five Crown Prince Hall disciples, you’d better surrender immediately to conserve your strength. Don’t act recklessly!"

Luo Cheng raised an eyebrow, "What’s the matter?"

"Brother Lin told me that Qi Guyun’s cultivation has already reached the Bridge Building stage, the Half-step Absolute Vein realm!"

"Bridge Building, Half-step Absolute Vein!"

Yuan Zhilan and Tuoba Lie were visibly shocked, their eyes widening.

They naturally understood the implications!

Chen Lingyu continued, "Moreover, before the competition began, Qi Guyun ordered the other ten disciples of the Crown Prince Hall to focus on exhausting you, and then he plans to personally kill you."

"Personally kill me?"

Luo Cheng’s face lit with realization. No wonder Tu Shan had deliberately held back and only sought to prolong the skirmish.

In the same group match, there were a total of twelve rounds.

The break time between each round was minimal. Even though participants could use elixir pills to recover injuries and Essence Energy, prolonged battles would make it difficult to reach peak status within a short timeframe, leading to fatigue in Essence Qi and energy depletion!

By the last few rounds, some disciples’ states would deteriorate to less than sixty percent of their usual!

The Hundred Rankings Tournament tested not only individual combat power but also mental and Spiritual Power endurance.

If one’s strength was insufficient and their willpower weak, their condition would rapidly decline!

Yuan Zhilan was briefly stunned. Coming to her senses, she protested indignantly: "His cultivation has already reached Half-step Awakening Vein, and he’s this powerful—yet he still needs to use a battle of attrition!"

Luo Cheng smiled faintly, "I didn’t expect him to regard me so highly." freewebnoveℓ.com

Chen Lingyu noticed the look on Luo Cheng’s face, a bitter smile tugged at her lips before her expression turned serious once again:

"Luo Cheng, until you face Qi Guyun, you should refrain from participating in the matches ahead. Try your best to maintain your peak state. However, Brother Lin still advises me to dissuade you— don’t act impulsively. Nothing is more important than your life."

"I understand."

Luo Cheng nodded, though inwardly sneering.

A battle of attrition?

Others might fear such tactics, but he did not!

The nine Essence Energy Vortexes within his body contained not only astonishing quantities of Essence Energy but also recovered at an extraordinary speed. So far, the Essence Energy he’d consumed amounted to less than ten percent!

As for the toll on his Spirit and energy, up to this point, he hadn’t fought seriously even once—what toll was there to speak of?

Match after match started and concluded.

Quickly, the seventh-round match began!

"Arena Four, Luo Cheng versus Xu Qifeng!"

The adjudicating elder on Arena Four took a deep breath before announcing the names of the duelists, stretching each syllable deliberately long.

Shua!

Instantly, the atmosphere across the entire square erupted. One by one, gazes locked onto Luo Cheng and Xu Qifeng.

Luo Cheng had slain Tu Shan, leaving many speculating that he possessed the strength to rank among the top five disciples.

But speculation remained speculation. This moment marked the long-awaited clash between him and a top-five-ranked disciple!

Xu Qifeng, ranked fifth among the ten disciples, possessed a movement technique of eerie unpredictability. Among the Outer Sect, he was known as the "Grassland Phantom." Earlier, he had defeated Lin Zhidong—ranked seventh—in just nine moves. Lin Zhidong hadn’t even touched the edge of his clothing. Xu Qifeng’s strength was indisputable!

Moreover, Xu Qifeng was also a Crown Prince Hall disciple!

Their duel promised to be nothing short of thrilling!

Shua!

A breeze swirled as Xu Qifeng darted forward, appearing on Arena Four in a flash.

"What incredible movement technique—a true ’Grassland Phantom.’ Brother Xu Qifeng’s figure practically melds into the wind, formless and shadowless!"

The Outer Sect disciples present couldn’t even see how Xu Qifeng had ascended the stage, leaving everyone exchanging astonished glances.

Luo Cheng raised an eyebrow. In terms of speed and movement technique, Xu Qifeng was unparalleled among the opponents he’d encountered thus far. However, measuring him against Luo Cheng’s own Mist Shadow Step, they were evenly matched.

Rising to his feet, Luo Cheng prepared to enter the stage.

"Luo Cheng, what are you doing? Didn’t you say you’d preserve your strength?" Chen Lingyu exclaimed in concern.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. Besides, this will be over soon."

Luo Cheng smiled faintly, exerting a slight force with his foot against the ground. His form blurred into an illusory shadow, disappearing instantaneously and reappearing before Xu Qifeng. His flawless movement technique drew a chorus of astonishment.

Witnessing this, Xu Qifeng’s eyebrows twitched. He sneered coldly, "Impressive movement technique, but still a notch below mine!"

As his words fell, Xu Qifeng’s figure flickered and vanished.

The next moment.

Xu Qifeng materialized behind Luo Cheng, opening his folding fan to unleash an exquisite arc aimed at Luo Cheng’s back.

Luo Cheng didn’t even turn around. Drawing his Flame Trace Sword, he swept backward to intercept the strike.

Clang!

The fan collided with the sword, emitting a terrifying explosive sound!

"Your movement technique is nothing special." Luo Cheng’s voice was calm.

Xu Qifeng’s expression turned grim. "Heh, in my presence, you have no right to be arrogant!"

Boom!

Without hesitation, Xu Qifeng unleashed his Martial Soul—a glowing blue vortex that shimmered with seven stars!

With his Martial Soul activated, his speed surged further. In an instant, he vanished completely.

Luo Cheng remained composed, slashing his sword to his left. The Flame Trace Sword collided with the folding fan once more, the rampant Qi Force tearing the ground to shreds!

"Let’s see how many moves you can withstand!"

Xu Qifeng’s voice rang out as his attacks grew fiercer. Waves of phantasmal fan projections enveloped Luo Cheng on all sides. The projections swirled the airflow, transforming into miniature vortexes!

Luo Cheng sneered. He understood Xu Qifeng’s strategy—to exhaust his Essence Energy.

The method was clever, but unfortunately, it was misdirected.

From the beginning, Luo Cheng never intended to waste time. Their levels of power were simply not on the same scale!

"Perish!"

Lightning flashed in Luo Cheng’s eyes as his aura sharpened irresistibly, like a supreme Treasure Sword unsheathed. He thrust forward with his blade.

Crack!

Thunder roared!

The Outer Sect disciples felt a chilling sensation of dread as the deafening clap echoed. In the brief instance of white light, the sky-filling fan projections were pierced through immediately.

Xu Qifeng’s figure emerged, his astonished eyes frozen in disbelief—a thumb-sized hole centered on his forehead!