Bang...
Wan Yunting and Jian Feng were locked in an intense battle, both unleashing their most powerful sword techniques. They disregarded their own lives, far from a mere friendly spar where blows are pulled. It was as if they were engaged in a fight to the death, every move aimed at fatal precision, causing the onlookers from various sects to gasp in astonishment.
However, Zhang Xuanliang and Abbot Renxin, along with others, were already prepared to intervene and stop the fight. After all, this was a friendly bout, not a battle to the death.
"Ah..."
Jian Feng roared, descending from the sky. His long sword plunged towards Wan Yunting on the ground. "Brat, die!"
Wan Yunting's expression was solemn. His sharp eyes lifted to gaze at Jian Feng, who was falling from above. He made no move to evade. With a forceful stomp of his feet, he swung his sword to meet the incoming strike. Invisible sword qi flew outwards. After clashing head-on for a few more moves...
"Two Sleeves of Clear Wind!"
Wan Yunting unleashed two streams of sword qi, resembling emerald snakes, that split the ground. Stone fragments flew, and a majestic sword qi surged towards Jian Feng, forcing him to block with his sword. However, the overbearing sword qi still sent him flying, crashing through a wooden pillar of the arena. Jian Feng landed, his feet staggering back several steps before he forcefully stamped his left foot to stabilize himself.
Jian Feng's fierce eyes lifted, glaring fixedly at Wan Yunting ahead. He hadn't expected this brat's sword qi to be so overbearing, to the point that even his Thirteen Sword Styles couldn't suppress him...
Seeing the two fighters create distance and temporarily halt their exchange, the assembled members of various sects finally managed to breathe. They immediately began pointing at Wan Yunting and Jian Feng, murmuring amongst themselves. The younger generation disciples were all captivated by the pair's superb swordsmanship.
Especially Zhou Ruoxi, Zhang Xian'er, Zi Qing, and Jin Xuan, along with other top young experts. At this moment, they couldn't help but wonder if they could defeat Wan Yunting or Jian Feng if they faced such formidable swordsmen.
The sect leaders and masters of the various factions were also conferring in hushed tones. Regarding Wan Yunting's Grand Dao Sword Technique and Jian Feng's self-created Thirteen Sword Styles from the Divine Sword Sect, the exchange was evenly matched, with no clear winner or loser.
"Hmph."
Jian Feng, now standing upright, exhaled. His sharp eyes fixed on Wan Yunting before him, and he said, "I admit, you have truly impressed me."
Wan Yunting's expression remained impassive. He, too, let out a sigh to calm his breath, replying in a steady tone, "Likewise."
Jian Feng immediately plunged his long sword into a crack in the flagstone plaza. "Since our swordsmanship cannot decide the victor, let's settle it with unarmed combat!"
Wan Yunting's sharp eyes fixed on Jian Feng. He nodded, tossing his Gentleman's Sword out of the arena. It landed before Zhao Xuewu, who was holding its scabbard. Wan Yunting then nodded to Jian Feng. "Agreed."
Jian Feng's sharp eyes widened, and he let out a cold snort. His right foot stomped forward forcefully, and he charged towards Wan Yunting like a sharp sword. He clenched both fists and threw a punch directly at Wan Yunting's face...
Wan Yunting reacted swiftly, shifting his stance to evade Jian Feng's punch. His hands also formed fists, and he engaged Jian Feng in a brawl with his Boundless Heavenly Stellar Fist technique. The two exchanged powerful blows, their fist techniques whistling through the air. Jian Feng even punched a nearby wooden arena pillar, shattering it and causing the disciples of the various sects to gasp in amazement...
Zhong Yulong, Zhang Xuanliang, and the other sect leaders and masters were surprised that the two had resorted to unarmed combat. Wan Yunting's Boundless Heavenly Stellar Fist was inherently a powerful style, but Jian Feng's boxing was equally formidable. The two fought fiercely, neither giving way, making it difficult to determine a winner...
They had been fighting for over ten minutes since the match began, and by the end, both were panting, having expended significant energy.
Wan Yunting's forehead was beaded with sweat. In contrast, Jian Feng showed no signs of perspiration. Perhaps due to his excessive movements, the faux skin mask on the lower left side of his face had begun to wrinkle...
"Take this punch..."
Jian Feng, completely unaware of his unstable mask, was solely focused on defeating Wan Yunting. He swung his fists in broad, sweeping motions, grappling with Wan Yunting. In the next second, Wan Yunting's stance suddenly shifted. His fists mimicked Jian Feng's boxing style. With a turn, he landed a heavy punch on Jian Feng's back...
*Pfft!*
A mouthful of blood spurted from Jian Feng's mouth. He was sent flying, crashing to the ground face-first...
"Eh, Grandmaster Wan's punch seemed to be the boxing style of that Divine Sword Sect disciple!"
Old Shi Yizhen exclaimed in surprise. Zhong Yulong, Zhang Xuanliang, and Abbot Renxin also recognized that the boxing technique Wan Yunting had used earlier seemed to be Jian Feng's, leaving them astonished.
Jian Feng, still on the ground, twisted his head with a ferocious expression. His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Wan Yunting. This brat had actually used their Divine Sword Sect's Maple Forest Fist technique!
"Damn it."
Jian Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quickly got up. In the next instant, Wan Yunting surged forward with lightning speed, grabbed Jian Feng's entire face, and directly tore off the faux skin mask from his face...
"Not good!"
Yan Changjian saw this and his eyes widened. He muttered a silent exclamation of dismay...
As Jian Feng's faux skin mask was ripped off, revealing his true face, the gazes of everyone from the various sects fell upon him. Their expressions were filled with surprise. Sect Leader Shi Yizhen exclaimed strangely, "What... what is going on?"
Jian Feng's heart tightened. He hadn't expected Wan Yunting to suddenly tear off his faux skin mask, leaving his face exposed. He scowled, his fierce eyes fixed on Wan Yunting, who was still holding his mask. Gritting his teeth, he remained silent.
"Why is he wearing a fake mask?"
"I don't know..."
For a moment, the members of various sects who had reacted pointed at Jian Feng and began discussing amongst themselves.
Yang Jingyi, Abbess Yun Bai, Zhou Ruoxi, Gu Luotang, Qi Miaomiao, and Duan Yingying also looked at Wan Yunting in surprise, seeing him openly tear off Jian Feng's disguise and reveal his true features. Zhou Ruoxi instantly understood what the man was about to do.
"Sect Leader Yan, what is the matter with your disciple?"
Immediately, Sect Leaders Shi Yizhen and Liu Bing, along with other masters, turned to look at Yan Changjian beside them. His darkened expression was unnatural. Zhong Yulong, Zhang Xuanliang, and Abbot Renxin immediately understood that there was a hidden issue!
Wan Yunting, holding Jian Feng's faux skin face, chuckled with a smirk. "Aren't you going to reveal your identity yourself?"
At this moment, Jian Feng's face was gloomy, his eyes filled with fierce anger as he glared at Wan Yunting. He vaguely realized that this brat had been deliberately provoking him, making him lower his guard, all to tear off his faux skin mask and expose his true identity.
This infuriated Jian Thirteen, his heart burning with rage. He gritted his teeth but remained silent.
"Grandmaster Wan, do you know him?"
Liu Bing, the sect leader of the Qingcheng Sect, hearing the implication, asked Wan Yunting, "Who exactly is he?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jian Thirteen. Apart from Wan Yunting and his companions, no one else knew who Jian Thirteen was.
"Oh, so it's you!"
Suddenly, Zhang Xian'er exclaimed, pointing at Jian Thirteen. This caused Zhang Xuanliang and Lin Yiping, among others from Longhu Mountain, to look at Senior Aunt Xian'er in confusion, asking, "Senior Aunt, do you recognize this person?"
"Of course, I do."
Zhang Xian'er nodded. "Not only do I recognize him, but she does too."
Zhong Yulong saw Zhang Xian'er pointing at Zi Qing, who stood beside her with a serene and absent-minded expression, making Senior Disciple Xian Yun, Qi Xiu, and Xu Yuxin astonished.
Zhang Xian'er pointed at Jian Thirteen and said, "He is from the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult!"
"What, someone from the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult?"
As soon as these words were uttered, the sect leaders and masters of the various factions cried out in shock. Everyone around was stunned, while the younger generation disciples wore expressions of confusion, as they had no idea what the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult was.
Only the older elders and sect leaders knew of the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult.
"That's right, he is the adopted son of the Supreme God of the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult, named Jian Thirteen!"
Wan Yunting pointed at Jian Thirteen and loudly announced to the sect leaders and masters of the various factions.
"Grandmaster Wan, is this true?"
Sect Leader Shi Yizhen, having regained his composure, asked with a shocked expression.
"The adopted son of the Supreme God of the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult, and he has infiltrated our martial arts convention... this..."
At this moment, the sect leaders and masters of the various factions were filled with shock and disbelief. They had never imagined that someone from the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult could infiltrate the martial arts convention hosted by their righteous sects. The mere thought sent shivers down their spines.
"It is true."
Wan Yunting's expression was solemn as he nodded to Sect Leaders Zhong Yulong and Zhang Xuanliang. He then turned his gaze to Yan Changjian and said, "Sect Leader Yan, aren't you going to say anything and explain to us what is going on?"
Immediately, the gazes of Zhong Yulong, Abbot Renxin, Shi Yizhen, Liu Bing, and other sect leaders, as well as Tan Song, Hou Feiying, and other masters, and all the disciples present, turned towards Yan Changjian and Meng Yan and He Yunxia of the Divine Sword Sect...
At this moment, Yan Changjian's face was a mixture of gloom and uncertainty. His sharp eyes were fixed on Wan Yunting, and he wished he could draw his sword and tear this brat into pieces.
"You're not my Senior Brother Jian!"
Suddenly, Meng Yan, standing beside him, pointed at Jian Thirteen and shouted, "Speak quickly, who exactly are you, and what have you done to my Senior Brother Jian Feng?"
He Yunxia also reacted and shouted, "He is not from our Divine Sword Sect!"
This statement caused the members of the various sects to look confused. Zhong Yulong, Zhang Xuanliang, Shi Yizhen, and other sect leaders looked at Yan Changjian and asked, "Sect Leader Yan, what exactly is going on?"
Liu Bing squinted his eyes and said with a cold snort, "Could it be that your Divine Sword Sect is colluding with the evil Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult?"
"What the heck, could their Divine Sword Sect really be related to the Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult?"
The disciples of the various sects present exclaimed, whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
"How dare you slander us!"
Yan Changjian, his face dark, spoke. He shifted his gaze from Wan Yunting and turned to Zhong Yulong, Abbot Renxin, and the others. He coldly shouted, "I do not recognize this person, and he is not a disciple of our Divine Sword Sect!"
Liu Bing asked, "Then why is he at your Divine Sword Sect?"
Yan Changjian's sharp eyes glared at Liu Bing, and he pointed his large finger at Jian Thirteen. He roared, "I want to ask him, where has he taken my disciple Jian Feng, and why did he infiltrate our Divine Sword Sect using his identity!"
Lu Chenzi said, "You mean to say you do have a disciple, but it's not this person?"
"That's right."
Meng Yan preempted the response and said, "Our Senior Disciple is Jian Feng, but this person impersonated him and infiltrated our Divine Sword Sect. There must be a conspiracy!"
"You tell us, what did you do to my Senior Brother Jian?" He Yunxia pointed at Jian Thirteen and questioned angrily.
Jian Thirteen, standing before Wan Yunting, had a gloomy expression. Knowing that Yan Changjian and the others were trying to distance themselves from his Heavenly Eye Supreme God Cult, he glanced fiercely at Wan Yunting before turning to Yan Changjian and the sect leaders of other factions.
Jian Thirteen smirked and said, "I have already killed your Senior Brother!"