Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 301: Brothers, The Final Four Rounds!

Qingxuan Technique!

Hearing the discussions among the crowd, Luo Cheng’s thoughts stirred slightly.

When he first entered the Outer Sect, Yun Mengli had recommended that he cultivate the Qingxuan Technique.

This cultivation technique was closely related to one of the Xuanyuan Sect’s most powerful techniques, the Mountain and River Xuanming Skill. It had three layers, each of which could transform a martial artist’s essence energy and increase its total quantity by 20%!

When the Qingxuan Technique was cultivated to perfection, the practitioner would radiate Qingxuan Energy from within, and their quantity of essence energy would surge exponentially, doubling in volume. Its power was unparalleled, elevating their combat strength far above martial artists of the same realm!

Crack!

Step by step, Lin Xiaoyun strode toward Luo Cheng. With each step he took, his aura grew more powerful. By the time he reached full stride, a storm-like momentum unfurled, shaking the ground to its limits as cracks began to appear.

"Not only has he perfected the Qingxuan Technique, but his Martial Arts Realm has also reached Martial Heart Perfection! Lin Xiaoyun has truly kept his strength hidden!"

Someone in the audience recognized Lin Xiaoyun’s terrifying prowess.

Third-ranked Xu Bingyi’s brows furrowed deeply.

Only now did she realize that in their prior battle, Lin Xiaoyun had never fought her with his full strength.

This caused a deep sense of defeat to well up within her.

"For this kick, I will unleash my full power, beyond tenfold strength!"

Lin Xiaoyun stopped ten paces in front of Luo Cheng, his eyes leveling upon him.

Boom!

As his words fell, a purple stele engraved with nine stars appeared behind Lin Xiaoyun.

In an instant, Lin Xiaoyun’s entire body erupted with Qingxuan radiance, his overwhelming momentum crashing toward Luo Cheng like a vast storm cloud.

Luo Cheng’s robes fluttered violently under the impact, yet his gaze remained calm, undisturbed.

"Just one kick? I’ll take it!"

"Good!"

Lin Xiaoyun gathered all his momentum in an instant, his figure shooting skyward, foot descending like a blade. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Boom!

The seemingly unremarkable kick carried an unstoppable force that felt as though it could destroy everything in its path, akin to an invincible war blade bent on ruling the heavens and slaughtering the earth.

Whooo... whooo... whooo...

The air was ripped apart layer by layer, emitting ghastly wails and howls. Several Outer Sect disciples nearby turned pale with fright, their faces filled with terror.

Luo Cheng’s pupils contracted slightly as a surge of fighting spirit involuntarily rose within him. The eighth Essence Energy Vortex in his body whirled into action!

Buzz!

Though his sword had not yet left its sheath, an unstoppable sword force burst forth from Luo Cheng, shooting toward the sky and clashing ferociously against Lin Xiaoyun’s momentum!

Crackle! Pop!

The mere collision of their auras caused bolts of lightning to flash across the void!

The Outer Sect disciples fixated on the pair, their hearts racing uncontrollably, mouths dry, and eyes unblinking, afraid they might miss a single moment of brilliance.

Just as everyone awaited the climax of the peak clash between the two—

An unexpected change erupted!

Lin Xiaoyun’s body abruptly shuddered, and his attack veered off course, brushing past Luo Cheng.

Boom!

The sparring platform quaked violently. The stage, which had endured countless battles with only minor wear, now bore a straight slash mark over a foot deep, as though it might split in two at any moment!

"What happened?"

The crowd was bewildered, unable to make sense of the situation.

Luo Cheng furrowed his brows, returning his Flame Trace Sword back to its sheath after it had been drawn only three inches. He turned to look at Lin Xiaoyun.

Lin Xiaoyun landed off to the side, exhaling a long breath of turbid air. Shaking his head gently, he said:

"I cannot stop you."

Luo Cheng hesitated for a moment before cupping his fists in respect and saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Lin Xiaoyun’s actions had been intended to deter him from advancing.

Refraining at the last moment was to ensure that Luo Cheng’s condition did not deteriorate—a display of great consideration.

Lin Xiaoyun sighed helplessly and said, "It seems it’s impossible to persuade you to back down. Since you insist on this path, the best I can do is ensure that Qi Guyun spares your life."

With that, Lin Xiaoyun turned and left the sparring platform.

Spare my life?

Luo Cheng smiled faintly, his gaze turning toward Qi Guyun, his eyes gleaming with a determined light.

As Lin Xiaoyun returned to his seat, Qi Guyun’s cold gaze immediately locked onto him:

"Why didn’t you strike earlier?"

Lin Xiaoyun replied, "He is my junior brother. I don’t want our master to see us fighting to the death."

Qi Guyun’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he chuckled faintly and said, "Xiaoyun, this must have been difficult for you."

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Xiaoyun asked, "Could you spare his life?"

A strange glint flashed in Qi Guyun’s eyes as he subtly turned the ring on his finger. Smiling faintly, he said, "Since you’ve asked, if he knows his place, sparing his dog life won’t be out of the question."

Lin Xiaoyun stood up. "Thank you."

"We’re brothers; there’s no need to be overly formal."

Qi Guyun gestured for Lin Xiaoyun to sit, the warmth of his smile never reaching the icy depths of his gaze.

Amid the crowd’s disappointed murmurs, the eighth round of battles came to an end.

The ninth round!

Once again, Luo Cheng drew one of the top five disciples as his opponent—third-ranked Xu Bingyi.

As everyone eagerly awaited Luo Cheng’s performance in this battle, a scene beyond all expectations unfolded.

"I forfeit!"

Xu Bingyi cast a glance at Luo Cheng as her ice-cold voice rang out.

"What! Xu Bingyi forfeited!"

"What’s going on? Could this also be intentional?"

The crowd stared at Xu Bingyi in astonishment.

For the second and third-ranked disciples to both concede to Luo Cheng in succession was utterly baffling!

It was understandable that second-ranked Lin Xiaoyun, as Luo Cheng’s senior brother, might forfeit.

But for Xu Bingyi to concede voluntarily—that was far too strange.

These top-tier geniuses were all proud and competitive, unwilling to settle for second place!

Luo Cheng’s strength, demonstrated by his one-strike defeat of Xu Qifeng, was indeed remarkable, but surely not enough to terrify Xu Bingyi!

Moreover, Xu Bingyi wasn’t a member of the Crown Prince Hall. Their match would be nothing more than a sparring bout, with no danger of life and death.

"Haha, it seems Xu Bingyi realized it too. Her Ice Power cannot affect Luo Cheng."

"Yes, that one sword Luo Cheng used to defeat Xu Qifeng was too quick, reaching the realm of Sword Qi Thunder Sound! Luo Cheng is also a swordsman who has mastered Human Sword Integration, specializing in exploiting weaknesses. Ice Power is as good as useless against him. Xu Bingyi’s strength lies in using Ice Power to restrain her opponents. Once she loses that advantage, her strength isn’t much greater than Xu Qifeng’s."

In the audience, experts with keen eyes quickly discerned the reason for Xu Bingyi’s sudden concession.

And indeed, they were correct.

When Luo Cheng had defeated Xu Qifeng, Xu Bingyi had already begun contemplating how she could fend off that lightning-fast sword!

The conclusion she reached was unfavorable—nearly hopeless! Even if she unleashed all her ultimate moves, they would hardly make a difference.

As much as it pained her, she had no choice but to admit defeat.

At this time, a voice captured everyone’s attention.

"Fourth platform: Qi Guyun versus Lin Xiaoyun!"

Whoa!

As soon as the announcement was made, a wave of astonishment surged through the plaza, the noise reaching the heavens.

The first-ranked and second-ranked disciples had finally been matched!

In the eyes of the crowd, the standings for this year’s Outer Sect competition were already becoming clear.

The champion would undoubtedly be decided between Qi Guyun and Lin Xiaoyun. The loser would then compete with Luo Cheng for second place.

As for Luo Cheng claiming the championship, no one entertained the thought. The gap between the three of them was obvious.

If Lin Xiaoyun were to concede, it would likely be due to their bonds as senior and junior brothers!

In other words, this battle would settle who would be this year’s Outer Sect champion—

Who would become the undefeated ruler of the Outer Sect!

While the visiting martial artists were buzzing with excitement, the Outer Sect disciples remained calm.

They knew well enough that Qi Guyun and Lin Xiaoyun shared a life-and-death bond—an unbreakable friendship!

Given Lin Xiaoyun’s temperament, he would never seriously compete for the top spot against Qi Guyun.

And indeed, this proved to be the case.

"Elder..."

Lin Xiaoyun stood and was about to admit defeat.

But at that moment, Qi Guyun stopped him, smiling as he said:

"Xiaoyun, it’s been a long time since we’ve sparred. I’ve recently mastered a new palm technique. Why don’t we take this opportunity to exchange some pointers on stage?"