togophonebook Chapter 527 Is he really at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment? Fellow Daoist Chen, wh
Chapter 527 Is he really at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment? Fellow Daoist Chen, wh
Hong Jiu's pupils shrank sharply. Without thinking, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and a fiery red spiritual energy shield suddenly formed.
At the same time, he retreated rapidly, trying to create distance.
However, Chen Fan's sword intent had already locked onto him.
The ordinary-looking iron sword pierced the fiery red shield with ease, as easily as piercing a thin sheet of paper. The sword tip, its momentum undiminished, aimed straight for Hong Jiu's throat.
Hong Jiu was terrified and, no longer caring about saving face, spat out a crimson bead.
The bead spun around and transformed into a small, palm-sized, fiery red shield, which barely blocked the tip of the sword.
clang!
A crisp, metallic clang rang out.
The iron sword was blocked by the small shield, but Hong Jiu was sent flying backward by the force contained in the sword, crashing heavily into the stone pillar at the edge of the arena, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The small, fiery red shield also let out a mournful cry, its spiritual light dimming slightly before flying back into Hong Jiu's body.
The audience was silent.
A cultivator at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment forced Hong Jiu, who was in the early stage of Core Formation, to vomit blood and retreat with just one sword strike, even bringing out his natal magic weapon.
How can this be a Foundation Establishment cultivator fighting against a Core Formation cultivator?
It's clearly a Core Formation versus Core Formation!
Hong Jiu scrambled to his feet, wiping the blood from his mouth. The contempt on his face had vanished completely, replaced by disbelief and deep apprehension. He stared intently at Chen Fan, gritting his teeth, and said, "You...you're not a Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator!"
Chen Fan sheathed his iron sword and said calmly, "My cultivation level is clearly written on the Spirit Testing Stele."
Hong Jiu was speechless.
The spirit-testing stele is an heirloom of the Shangyun Sect, and it is impossible for it to be wrong.
The spirit tablet clearly indicates that this person is in the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, but his actual cultivation level is the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment.
There must be something fishy about this, but he just couldn't put it into words.
Master Feihe sat on the stone platform, his gaze towards Chen Fan carrying a deeper meaning.
With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see the mystery behind Chen Fan's sword strike.
That was a sword intent that a Foundation Establishment cultivator could not possibly unleash; the level of understanding it contained was something that only a late Core Formation cultivator or even a Nascent Soul cultivator could comprehend.
But this person only has the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment, which is quite interesting.
However, he did not investigate further.
The cultivation world is full of extraordinary encounters. Some people have obtained ancient inheritances, and although their cultivation level is not high, their artistic conception far surpasses that of others of the same level. Although such things are rare, they do happen.
Moreover, this person is now a disciple of the Shangyun Sect, and the stronger he is, the more beneficial it will be to the sect.
Hong Jiu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
He was a Core Formation cultivator. If he lost to a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator in front of so many people, he would never be able to hold his head up in the Shangyun Sect again.
We absolutely cannot lose this match.
He formed hand seals, and spiritual energy surged forth from his body as if it were free, causing nine fire snakes to suddenly appear in front of him.
Each one was thicker and more solid than the previous one, with faintly visible crimson scales on its body. The nine fire snakes coiled and intertwined in the air, hissing like nine living creatures.
"Nine Serpents Burn the Sky!"
Hong Jiu roared, and the nine fire snakes simultaneously opened their mouths, spewing out nine blazing pillars of fire that bombarded Chen Fan from all directions.
This attack almost exhausted all of his spiritual power, and its power was close to that of a full-force attack from the peak of the early stage of Core Formation.
He refused to believe that a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Great Perfection stage could withstand it!
Chen Fan remained calm as he watched the nine pillars of fire sweep across the sky.
He put away his iron sword.
Then he extended his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and a ball of grayish-white light shone from his palm.
The light wasn't dazzling, but it possessed a strange attraction, as if it could freeze everything around it in place.
It was only the tip of the Fixed Word Technique that he unleashed with the spiritual power of a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator.
The nine pillars of fire arrived with a roar, but they all froze for a moment upon contact with the gray-white light.
It wasn't blocked, but rather "frozen".
Although it was only a very brief moment, it was enough for Chen Fan.
His figure slipped through the gaps between the nine pillars of fire, moving with ghostly speed, and in the blink of an eye, he was within three feet of Hong Jiu.
Hong Jiu's pupils reflected Chen Fan's clean, beardless face and his calm, still eyes.
There was no murderous intent or anger in those eyes, only a bottomless calm.
It was as if defeating a Core Formation cultivator was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.
Chen Fan raised his hand and placed a palm on Hong Jiu's chest.
He released a slight force from his palm.
Hong Jiu flew off the stage like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground below. He coughed up blood and struggled for a few moments but couldn't get up.
Chen Fan withdrew his palms and stood on the platform with his hands behind his back.
"Thank you for your concession."
The entire room fell silent.
Immediately, an uproar erupted.
"They won? A Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivator defeated an Early Core Formation stage cultivator?"
"Did you all see that palm strike just now?"
"It was too fast... I couldn't even see it clearly!"
……
Li Changhe stood below the stage, his eyes gleaming.
He knew Chen Fan was hiding his true abilities, but he didn't expect him to have hidden so much.
With a sword strike, he forced Hong Jiu back, and with a palm strike, he blasted him off the stage!
This strength has far exceeded what one should expect from a Foundation Establishment Great Perfection cultivator.
Just who is this kid?
Master Feihe gave Chen Fan a deep look and slowly said, "Chen Musheng will win the second arena."
The voice was calm, yet carried a subtle hint of admiration.
Chen Fan stepped off the stage, returned to Li Changhe's side, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
Li Changhe leaned closer and whispered, "You've been hiding this really well."
Chen Fan closed his eyes and said calmly, "Just a fluke."
Upon hearing this, Li Changhe's lips twitched, but he didn't ask any more questions.
He knew he wouldn't get anything out of him by asking. This kid was polite to him on the surface, but he was slippery and hard to catch.
The second round of competition ended quickly.
Of the sixteen, only eight remain.
Besides Chen Fan, Lu Xiong, one of Li Changhe's subordinates, also encountered a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator under Liu Qiuhe in the second round. He narrowly won and advanced by virtue of his superior external martial arts skills.
The black-robed elder Mo Hanshan had five men left, while Liu Qiuhe and Qian Buduo each had one left.
Of the eight, Mo Hanshan occupied five seats, Li Changhe two seats, and Liu Qiuhe and Qian Buduo each had one seat.
The black-robed elder, Mo Hanshan, smiled with satisfaction, glanced at Li Changhe, and said indifferently, "Elder Li has indeed found a treasure. That Chen Mu is quite powerful."
Li Changhe chuckled: "Oh, not at all, just lucky."
The third round of drawing lots began soon.
In the quarterfinals, the opponents in this round will directly determine who will enter the top ten!
Because if they win just one more game, they will secure a spot in the top four, and no matter what happens next, they will be the sect's representative.
Chen Fan stepped forward to draw a lot, and when he opened it, he saw that the number "four" was engraved on it.
He looked up at the fourth arena.
There was already one person standing on the stage.
The man was burly, with broad shoulders and a thick waist, his muscles bulging all over his body. He stood there like an iron tower, and it was someone I knew!
Lu Xiong.
Lu Xiong also saw Chen Fan. The fat on his face twitched violently a few times, and after a long while, he managed to force out a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Fellow Daoist Chen... What a coincidence."