Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques

Chapter 217: Burn the Cauldron and Burn the Boat

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Who is this person?” some exclaimed in surprise. This was the first time Wang Guiwu had been sent flying like this in the competition.

“The true chief disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect, isn’t it Miao Daoxin?”

“With this level of strength, hasn’t he reached the position of true chief disciple? Is he a newly promoted true disciple?” Some immediately thought of the recent events involving the four sects, where some inner disciples had been promoted to true disciples after experiencing a journey in the secret realm.

But even if he was a newly promoted true disciple, isn’t his strength a bit exaggerated? Even if Wang Guiwu was a bit careless, it’s unlikely he could be sent flying like this with just a single sword strike.

“He’s the tenth true disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect. He was just the lowest-ranking true disciple of the sect two months ago. But after challenging Zeng Zaiwen, he became the new tenth-ranked true disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect!”

Soon, Chen Fei’s information was finally found, and his background became known to the surrounding sects.

Each sect would deliberately collect information about the true disciples of other sects, as they were all potential candidates to break through to the Aperture Tempering realm in the future. Especially the top ten true disciples, who had even greater chances, fell within the scope of this collection.

In the Sunken Water Pavilion, Xiao Liling looked at Chen Fei on the sparring stage. She had a nagging feeling that she recognized this person, but couldn’t quite recall where she had seen him before.

At this moment, Feng Xiupu stood at the edge of the sparring stage, observing Chen Fei. Beside Feng Xiupu was Wu Guangyin, who had stabilized Miao Daoxin’s injuries. Wu Guangyin had witnessed Chen Fei sending Wang Guiwu flying with a single sword strike.

This scene left the unprepared Wu Guangyin in a daze.

When he had learned that Chen Fei had defeated Zeng Zaiwen and become the tenth-ranked true disciple of the sect, Wu Guangyin had already been very surprised. After all, Chen Fei had been practicing the Zhongyuan Sword for a relatively short period of time.

Now, two months later, Chen Fei’s strength had advanced even further, surpassing Miao Daoxin and even sending Wang Guiwu flying with a single strike.

The significance behind this was so powerful that it made the contemplative Wu Guangyin feel a surge of excitement.

Qu Qingsheng, the sect master of the Primordial Sword Sect, looked down at Chen Fei below and a smile appeared on his face. Within the sect, Qu Qingsheng had already taken note of Chen Fei, but he hadn’t expected Chen Fei to provide him with an even greater surprise now.

On the sparring stage, Wang Guiwu shook his head to clear his mind, slowly stood up, and gazed at Chen Fei with a cold look in his eyes.

Chen Fei didn’t stop him, just watched as Wang Guiwu got up, his expression calm.

“I never expected that someone like you would be hidden within the Primordial Sword Sect. I underestimated you! Now you have earned the right for me to remember your name. Tell me your name!” Wang Guiwu’s head tilted slightly as he spoke.

“A defeated underling like you isn’t qualified to know my name!” Chen Fei shook his head slightly, rejecting Wang Guiwu’s demand.

“You’re seeking death!”

Wang Guiwu’s eyes widened, not expecting Chen Fei to dare to speak such words. With a roar, Wang Guiwu quickly closed the distance between them, raised his long sword, and brought it down toward Chen Fei’s head.

The Tianyue Sword, grand and magnificent, descended like a towering mountain, even someone with a slightly weaker resolve would feel a hint of fear in their heart. Even their full strength might not be enough to counter this imposing force.

But in the face of Wang Guiwu’s overwhelming aura, Chen Fei’s expression remained calm, with only the strands of hair on his forehead drifting backward.

“Your strength is not enough to defeat me, even if you try to kill me!”

Chen Fei said this calmly and deliberately. Then, he flipped his Qianyuan Sword upwards. In an instant, the once bright blade of the Qianyuan Sword turned pitch-black.

Zhongyuan Sword!

Everyone around the sparring arena gazed at Chen Fei with serious attention. The previous events had happened so quickly, and they had subconsciously assumed that Chen Fei would be sent flying from the arena by Wang Guiwu’s strike, so they hadn’t paid much attention.

Now, they wanted to carefully observe how Chen Fei, against all odds, managed to send Wang Guiwu flying.

Was it because Wang Guiwu had been too careless, or did Chen Fei truly possess enough strength for such a feat?

The sword technique Chen Fei was displaying at the moment seemed to bear little difference from Miao Daoxin’s earlier display, both showcasing their mastery of the Zhongyuan Sword.

“Clang!”

While people still had some doubts in their minds, they heard a violent collision sound, and then they witnessed Wang Guiwu, who had launched an attack, being lifted off the ground by a force, involuntarily flying backward.

“Seems like your strength isn’t that impressive either.”

Chen Fei took a step forward, turned the tables, raised his Qianyuan Sword, and swung it towards Wang Guiwu.

Chen Fei’s words were like a sharp blade, stabbing into Wang Guiwu’s heart. The mocking words he had directed at others earlier were now returned to him without any mercy by Chen Fei, leaving the proud Wang Guiwu struggling to bear the weight.

Ironically, at this moment, it was him who was at a disadvantage, and Wang Guiwu couldn’t find any reasons to refute Chen Fei’s words.

“All!”

With a roar, Wang Guiwu activated his Struggle of Profound Force, causing beads of blood to seep out of his pores. In the blink of an eye, Wang Guiwu’s body was covered in blood.

His appearance was gruesome, but his aura was skyrocketing.

The Struggle of Profound Force, the more injured he was, the stronger his combat power became. Wang Guiwu deliberately wounded himself to gain even greater strength. He intended to tear apart the mouth of the Primordial Sword Sect disciple before him!

“Boom!”

The sparring arena trembled slightly. The two sword blades briefly clashed, and the Qianyuan Sword shattered Wang Guiwu’s blade. Chen Fei’s sword struck Wang Guiwu’s chest.

“Spurt!”

Wang Guiwu spewed a mouthful of blood and lost control of his body. He was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground of the sparring arena, leaving a deep crater in its wake.

“Is that not enough?”

Chen Fei pointed the Qianyuan Sword diagonally, stepping toward Wang Guiwu. His expression remained as indifferent as ever.

The perfected Dragon Suppressing Elephant, especially at its peak, granted Chen Fei a power far surpassing that of ordinary Aperture Tempering realm cultivators. Even though Wang Guiwu possessed the Tianyue Sword and the Struggle of Profound Force, a technique that grew stronger the more he fought, he still couldn’t withstand Chen Fei’s immense strength.

At the position of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, some disciples were growing restless. Wang Guiwu, who had just been arrogantly confronting numerous true disciples, had been sent flying repeatedly by Chen Fei. It was no longer a matter of underestimating the opponent. Clearly, in direct confrontations, Wang Guiwu was inferior to Chen Fei.

Primordial Sword Sect disciples watched Chen Fei’s performance with a sense of awe and anticipation. They saw that Wang Guiwu, who had just fought against so many true disciples, was repeatedly defeated by Chen Fei.

While true disciples from the other three sects might be able to defeat Wang Guiwu, they could never achieve what Chen Fei was doing. Only through overwhelming strength could someone achieve such a result.

On the sidelines, Wu Guangyin couldn’t contain his excitement and slapped Feng Xiupu’s shoulder, a joyous expression on his face.

Feng Xiupu didn’t say anything, but a smile couldn’t be held back on his face. Anyone with a disciple like this would react the same way.

Moreover, they were witnessing this scene while the true disciples of other sects’ chiefs had been defeated. Seeing this situation unfold, their emotions overflowed beyond words.

Out of darkness comes light, just as the saying goes.

“I haven’t lost yet!”

Upon hearing Chen Fei’s words, Wang Guiwu stood up, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Chen Fei. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, in terms of raw strength, he had to acknowledge that he was inferior to Chen Fei.

Although he practiced the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect’s pinnacle technique, the Tianyue Sword, and had comprehended it deeply, he should theoretically have far surpassed the Zhongyuan Sword of the Primordial Sword Sect.

However, in the recent clash, he found himself at a disadvantage, a fact he couldn’t ignore.

“Then let me see how you can win!” Chen Fei looked up at Wang Guiwu and extended his left hand, beckoning with a finger, just as Wang Guiwu had done to Miao Daoxin earlier. Chen Fei was mirroring the same action exactly.

“You insolent fool!”

Wang Guiwu’s teeth seemed ready to shatter. No one had ever dared to address him in such a way. Even the other true disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect were no exception. But today, a disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect dared to talk to him this way. How could Wang Guiwu endure it?

“Bang!”

Wang Guiwu’s fist struck his chest, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Unsatisfied with this, Wang Guiwu’s eyes glinted with a fierce determination. He landed several more punches, each slamming into his chest, causing more blood to spray out.

“Take this!”

With a furious roar, the blood on the ground was drawn up by a force, floating in the air before igniting and transforming into a crimson streak that surged into Wang Guiwu’s body.

But that wasn’t all; Wang Guiwu’s figure visibly shrank at a speed perceptible to the naked eye. He became noticeably smaller. However, his aura not only didn’t diminish but soared even higher.

A faint blood flame ignited over Wang Guiwu’s body, and a mad grin appeared on his face. He looked up at Chen Fei, his eyes filled with cruelty.

Some disciples outside the arena involuntarily shrank back when they accidentally met Wang Guiwu’s gaze. This didn’t resemble the gaze of a human; it felt as though they were facing a wild beast.

“Wang Junior Brother is really going all out!”

From the position of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, Wen Huichao looked at Wang Guiwu’s performance, his eyes narrowing slightly. This was the epitome of the Struggle of Profound Force, taken to the extreme – sacrificing oneself first to inflict damage on the opponent.

It was a counterattack born from desperation, a tactic to achieve maximum fighting power. However, the aftermath of this tactic was severe; even if Wang Guiwu managed to win, he would need to rest for over half a year to recover.

However, it was clear that Wang Guiwu no longer cared about that. He wanted to tear Chen Fei apart.

“To have words spoken to your face thrown back at you, exactly as you said them, given Wang Junior Brother’s personality, how could he endure it?”

“Indeed, not just him, none of us could tolerate that either.”

“This disciple from the Primordial Sword Sect is indeed quite strong. He’s probably the strongest true disciple from the Primordial Sword Sect we’ve seen in recent years.”

“Nie Junior Brother, are you confident?” Someone turned to look at Nie Haichun.

Nie Haichun was ranked sixth among the true disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect. His strength far surpassed Wang Guiwu’s. Of course, that was in terms of raw power. If they were to compare innate talent, Wang Guiwu might actually be superior.

“Let’s see how he fares against Wang Junior Brother first.”

Nie Haichun looked at Chen Fei down in the arena and spoke in a cold tone. Nie Haichun disliked Chen Fei, a mere disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect, who, relying on a bit of strength, dared to act so arrogantly. It was truly laughable..