Chapter 14: Unexpected

  The referee also came onto the stage at this time, and it was Sun Yiming who had refereed the match between Gao Peng and Bai Shaoyang.

  Zhang Shan gave the man a cold glance, then shifted his gaze away. Because of this person's bias, Gao Peng almost got into trouble, and this grudge was formed. There will be opportunities to get back at him in the future.

  The students under the stage were excitedly waiting for the start of the competition, and also whispered to each other.

  "Unbelievable! The former trash has made a meteoric rise in power and has already surpassed us, able to rival Bai Shaoyang now."

  "It's indeed hard to imagine, did this kid have some kind of extraordinary encounter? A month ago when he awakened his martial soul, it was only at the sixth level of Qi Refining Realm, how could he advance to the Spiritual Martial Realm in just a month, isn't that too fast?"

  "Just now when he was late, didn't he report to the master that he went to the Tianqing Mountains for training? Maybe something unexpected happened there."

  "It's highly likely that after the big exam, I'll also go to the Tianqing Mountains to temper myself. If he can do it, why can't we? With good luck, if we obtain some precious treasures or opportunities, who knows, our cultivation might even surge greatly."

  Everyone whispered to each other, considering their own thoughts.

  "However, Zhang Shan, although he has made rapid progress, I think it's a pipe dream to shake White Shixiong's position." Someone started saying with a sour tone.

  "Not bad, White Sect Brother's strength has been unmatched among his peers for years. Even with a rare encounter, his foundation is still insufficient, and defeat was expected. It's just unknown how many rounds he can last." The person beside him nodded in agreement.

  At this time, the referee read out the pre-match declaration and announced the start of the match, then retreated to the edge of the arena.

  Zhang Shan's true yuan circulated throughout his body, his expression calm and steady, planning to use stillness to control movement, and not rushing to make a move.

  "Originally, I was going to wait until after the sect's selection before taking you in, but since you've come knocking on our door yourself, it seems like you're seeking your own death."

  Bai Shaoyang looked at Zhang Shan coldly and said.

  "Whoever dies or lives must show a true chapter under their hands, and no matter how much nonsense is spoken, it's useless."

  Zhang Shan stared at him fearlessly.

  "Bai Shaoyang let out a cold hum: 'Don't think that in this trial I don't dare to kill you, next I'll first cripple you, and then slowly torture you to death. None of your family members will be spared.'"

  Zhang Shan's eyes flashed with a cold light: "If the White family didn't have you, they would be nothing but meat on the chopping board. You should worry about your own White family."

  "Alright, alright, then let me see what you've got that's going to worry me!"

  Bai Shaoyang let out a loud roar, his aura bursting forth as the shadow of a sword appeared behind him, its fierce energy spreading across the stage.

  He had made up his mind to go all out and crush the annoying threat in front of him.

  Zhang Shan did not dare to slack off, Shi Bei's Wu Xuan also appeared behind him, and at the same time, he was fully awake with a spirit of twelve points.

  Although he is not afraid of his opponent, the other party has occupied the position of Xueguan's first place in recent years, and its strength is indeed solid, leaving no room for him to underestimate.

  Zhang Shan did not summon his martial soul in the previous rounds of the competition, and most students were seeing it for the first time.

  "I heard from Little Wang that Zhang Shan summoned a stele-like martial soul during his life-or-death duel with Bai Shaohai, and it should be this one. It looks like a tombstone no matter how I look at it."

  Zhang Shan summoned his martial soul, and the students looked at him with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, whispering to each other.

  "It's indeed a freak, aren't people in their family always dying young? Heh heh, a tombstone as a martial soul is quite matching."

  One of the students snorted and burst out laughing.

  "Shh... keep your voice down, don't let him hear you. He's a martial artist in the Lingwu realm now. If he remembers what you said, you'll be in for it later."

  The companion beside him hastily reminded him in a low voice.

  "Hmph, what's there to be afraid of? Can't you see that Bai Shixiong has made up his mind to get rid of Zhang Shan and avenge his own second brother? After this match is over, he'll probably become a useless person again, just like how he crippled White Second Young Master."

  A sword cry rang out, and Bai Shaoyang drew his sword at this time, taking the lead, which was one of his thousand-phantom life-taking thirteen swords that he had been soaking in for many years, "Thirteen Swords of the Phantom".

  He saw him flash and move, instantly crossing a distance of three zhang, the long sword in his hand like a raging torrent, stabbing straight at Zhangshan's chest.

  Zhang Shan leaned forward slightly with his upper body, as if he was about to pounce, but his two feet took a step back instead, retreating two steps and narrowly avoiding the sword's attack range.

  Bai Shaoyang took a swift step forward, his sword momentum shifting as he changed his move to "Tianhe Daogua", switching from a thrust to a slash aimed at Zhang Shan's neck.

  Zhang Shan took another step back in the nick of time, the sword blade whizzing through the air with a tearing sound, passing three inches from his eyes, and he faintly felt the chill emanating from the sword.

  "Die, Makino Ryusei!"

  Bai Shaoyang let out a loud roar, his sword momentum changing once again. The sword in his hand burst forth with countless sword shadows before recondensing into a single sword that shot straight towards Zhang Shan's lower abdomen and the Qi Hai point.

  The disciples under the stage exclaimed in unison, with the same thought in their minds - indeed, their foundation was too shallow. Even if they quickly advanced to the Spiritual Warrior realm, they still couldn't compare to Bai Shaoyang. This one sword strike had sealed the deal; his Qi Sea would be destroyed and he would have to start all over again.

  In the flash of lightning, Zhang Shan let out a low shout, and in the faint dragon's hum, his two fists were like two pythons, rushing out, continuously and accurately striking the sword hilt beside Bai Shaoyang's sword tip.

  A loud crash, Bai Shaoyang's figure flashed and he was shocked to float back.

  "It is impolite not to return a visit, now it's my turn."

  Zhang Shan let out a loud shout, his body suddenly rising up, his Four Images Fist opening and closing in a flurry of movement, like a fierce wind and heavy rain attacking Bai Shaoyang. The sound of dragons roaring and tigers howling began to echo across the stage.

  The supervisor's words made Wu Qi's eyes narrow and a look of surprise appear on his face.

  "Xiangyin? Truly unexpected... To be able to master Xiangyin at such a young age, his comprehension is absolutely top-notch. This child is no ordinary one."

  It is known that the strength or weakness of a martial soul often determines the level of talent of a martial artist, but the height of enlightenment is the key to advancing to the realm of Martial Sage.

  In the warrior stage, martial soul is relatively more important, while in the martial saint and even higher realms, comprehension will become increasingly important.

  Therefore, when various sects recruit disciples, even if the awakened martial soul is weak, if the comprehension is high, it will still be an object of contention among the sects.

  "Even if Zhang Shan loses this match, it's enough to attract the attention of the sect. Who knows, maybe in two months' time during the sect's selection, he can directly become an inner disciple."

  Wu Qishun stroked his chin, and began to ponder in his heart.

  On the stage, Zhang Shan's mouth was full of continuous and powerful attacks, one wave after another.

  After advancing to the Lingwu realm, he realized that the power of the Four Images Fist had increased exponentially. Originally a low-grade yellow-level fist technique, when he executed it, its power reached the level of a high-grade yellow-level technique, and even surpassed it.

  Bai Shaoyang now felt that his sword momentum had been suppressed by the opponent, and he was slightly at a disadvantage, which made him feel stifled.

  "We can't go on like this, use that move."

  A fierce glint flashed across his face, and a resolute look appeared in his narrow eyes.

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