Imperial Cultivation

But to completely cripple him, one must crush his confidence and plant a shadow in his heart, thus cutting off his path forward.

Without removing the shadow in his heart, he would be unable to step onto the path of a Grandmaster, let alone a Great Grandmaster.

The more one tries to dispel the shadow in their heart, the harder it is to dispel.

Under the public gaze and in such an arena, it's easiest to create a psychological shadow for him; this opportunity cannot be missed.

If Cheng Tianfeng doesn't admit defeat, then continue fighting until he completely concedes, only then will it be a perfect success.

Cheng Tianfeng knelt and crossed the high threshold, blood already seeping from the corners of his mouth, his clothes somewhat disheveled, no longer resembling his previous suave and composed appearance.

He strode up to Chu Zhiyuan and glared at him fiercely: "Again!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and looked at him: "Brother Cheng, isn't it unnecessary?"

Cheng Tianfeng gritted his teeth and said: "I haven't lost yet!"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the Eagle Prince.

The Eagle Prince said gently: "Feng'er, let's end it here. Victory and defeat are common occurrences in warfare. If you lose, then cultivate diligently, and we'll spar again next time."

Cheng Tianfeng glared at Chu Zhiyuan, gritting his teeth, and slowly said: "I haven't lost!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "Brother Cheng, why do you keep holding back your trump card? It's best to use your killing move early."

He knew that Cheng Tianfeng still had a killing move he hadn't used, which was the left-handed sword, presumably an even more formidable swordsmanship than the right-handed one.

But Cheng Tianfeng hadn't used it all along.

He could guess Cheng Tianfeng's thoughts.

Cheng Tianfeng was specifically targeting his weaknesses, and he wouldn't use his trump card if he could avoid it.

This move was for saving his life, and he didn't want to use it unless it was a matter of life and death.

If it were him, the trump card would be more important than victory or defeat.

But in this kind of situation, bearing such a large stake, would he use it or not?

He probably would use it, and he would have used it a long time ago.

It was truly remarkable that Cheng Tianfeng could endure until now.

Especially not being able to tolerate losing in front of him, not being able to lose in front of Xiao Ruoling, the number one beauty of Yujing.

Thinking of this, Chu Zhiyuan turned to look at Xiao Ruoling.

Xiao Ruoling was sitting between Bai Ning霜 and Chu Yi, quietly watching this side, her clear eyes shimmering like autumn water.

Seeing Chu Zhiyuan looking over, Xiao Ruoling showed no shyness, only a gentle smile, revealing encouragement.

She hated Cheng Tianfeng to the bone.

She wished Chu Zhiyuan could kill him with one sword, but she also knew it was impossible, only by completely defeating him and severely injuring him could she vent this anger.

She vaguely guessed Chu Zhiyuan's plan; otherwise, he could have directly used a heavy hand to defeat the opponent, there was no need to alternate between gentle and forceful moves.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Cheng Tianfeng would probably have been defeated long ago.

Cheng Tianfeng turned his head to look at Xiao Ruoling, then looked at Chu Zhiyuan, the killing intent in his heart boiling, no longer able to be suppressed.

He originally didn't want to use this killing move, no matter how much he wanted to kill him, it wasn't appropriate to use it in this kind of situation; he could find a deserted place to use it.

Now it seemed that he couldn't care less!

Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice: "I'm not one to be entangled endlessly, Brother Chu. If you can still withstand this one move of mine, then we'll decide the outcome."

"Alright, I'll accept Brother Cheng's expertise!" Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Please—!"

Cheng Tianfeng attacked again, his sword light as fast as lightning, incredibly swift.

He seemed like a different person, his sword momentum three times faster than before. Chu Zhiyuan knew that he had used some kind of secret technique to stimulate his potential.

This kind of secret technique generally couldn't last too long, but in this kind of situation, it was most suitable, without having to worry about the exhaustion after the secret technique ended.

He moved his body, maneuvering with ease within the sword light, shaking his head and smiling: "Brother Cheng, is this your trump card?"

"Heh!" Cheng Tianfeng sneered.

His sword momentum became faster and faster, until later only a ball of electric light could be seen, unable to see the sword clearly, even unable to see Chu Zhiyuan's figure clearly.

Chu Zhiyuan's entire person was enveloped, obscured, and submerged by the sword light, as if he had disappeared into the sea of light. At this moment, Cheng Tianfeng suddenly switched the sword to his left hand, the sword light suddenly dimmed, and the sky full of electric light turned into a purple light, stabbing towards Chu Zhiyuan.

The left arm under his clothes had already become thicker, with veins bulging like countless earthworms wriggling under his skin, quite terrifying.

Under the vast power, this sword, accumulating violent power, was unimaginably fast, too fast to dodge.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Tianfeng's mouth.

He seemed to see Chu Zhiyuan being pierced through the heart.

Just as the sword tip was about to pierce Chu Zhiyuan's heart, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stepped aside, deftly dodging, the sword tip brushed against his clothes and stabbed into the air.

"!" Chu Zhiyuan's sword tip pierced the Tianyin armor at its original location, unexpectedly piercing through the treasure armor and stabbing into his abdomen.

The sword tip only pierced a shallow layer, and the Gang Qi contained in the sword immediately poured out, drilling into his body, severely injuring his internal organs, causing him to directly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Chu Zhiyuan took a step back, gently flicked the sword tip, and a drop of blood fell onto a piece of Tianyin on the ground.

Qingying returned to its sheath, Chu Zhiyuan cupped his fist and said apologetically: "Brother Cheng, I'm sorry, I didn't expect your treasure armor to be broken."

Under Super-Sense, the texture of the treasure armor was extremely clear, several swords stabbed at the same point, the point where cracks had already appeared.

This treasure armor originally had injuries, so slight that they were invisible to the naked eye, but they couldn't escape his Super-Sense. Injury upon injury, and continuously deepening the damage in the original place, eventually destroying its structure.

Cheng Tianfeng covered his abdomen, coughing violently, and bent over.

Fresh blood kept seeping from his mouth and nose, his appearance miserable.

The Gang Qi of the Washing Sword Technique was not ordinary Gang Qi, its destructive power was extremely strong.

A thin, old man stepped forward and helped Cheng Tianfeng up, replenishing his spiritual energy, immediately eliminating the Gang Qi of the Washing Vein Technique.

He took a deep look at Chu Zhiyuan, causing Chu Zhiyuan's heart to tremble.

Spiritual energy entered Cheng Tianfeng's body, but the damage had already been done.

Even a Great Grandmaster's spiritual energy couldn't repair it instantly, so he gave him a spiritual pill.

The spiritual pill was miraculous, producing immediate results.

Cheng Tianfeng straightened up, stopped coughing, but his face was as pale as paper.

Chu Zhiyuan stared at him, his face full of unbearable pity and embarrassment: "Brother Cheng, are you alright? I couldn't hold back, I originally thought that with the treasure armor, it could protect Brother Cheng, but I didn't expect—...—"

Cheng Tianfeng stared at Chu Zhiyuan.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled at him, but his eyes were cold.

"Good! Good, good!" Cheng Tianfeng slowly said: "I lost, you won!"

Chu Zhiyuan sighed: "It was just a fluke. Brother Cheng, you originally had a chance to win."

He wanted to plant a seed of regret in him, preferably forming a heart demon.

Cheng Tianfeng let out a cold laugh.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If Brother Cheng had used this move from the beginning, I'm afraid I would have been hit by the sword and unable to fight anymore."

He pointed to his chest and smiled: "I don't have Brother Cheng's treasure armor to protect me. Once I'm hit by the sword, I can only admit defeat."

These words contained three parts sincerity and three parts sarcasm.

Sarcastic of Cheng Tianfeng being beaten back again and again, but stubbornly returning to continue fighting, having already lost so many times.

Cheng Tianfeng coldly said: "Losing is losing, I won't make excuses for myself. Brother Chu, when we both enter the Grandmaster realm, let's have another fight!"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Then Brother Cheng needs to hurry up. My cultivation progress is quite fast."

Cheng Tianfeng sneered.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "Cultivation still requires focusing on one thing, without being distracted by other things, especially not being too distracted by women, otherwise, I might enter the Grandmaster realm, but Brother Cheng, you might still be stuck in the Acquired realm."

Cheng Tianfeng's face darkened.

He understood that Chu Zhiyuan was mocking him again.

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, cupped his fist and said: "Then Brother Cheng, we'll meet again in the future, sparring again in the Grandmaster realm."

"Good!" Cheng Tianfeng said, gritting his teeth.

After he returned, he would re-enter Wentian Cliff for secluded cultivation, ignoring worldly affairs, advancing bravely and diligently, wanting to take the lead in stepping into the Grandmaster realm.

Today's shame, he would repay a hundredfold!

Chu Zhiyuan also cupped his fist to the thin, old man beside Cheng Tianfeng, then retreated back.

"Good—!" Chu Mingxuan suddenly shouted loudly.

"We won!"

"Good—!"

Suddenly, cheers rose and fell.

They had been closely watching the arena, watching Chu Zhiyuan and Cheng Tianfeng compete with swords, and watching Chu Zhiyuan and Cheng Tianfeng's war of words.

Not wanting to miss any wonderful moment.

At this time, it finally ended, so they couldn't help but feel excited and yelled out.