A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin

Ge Qing’s voice came from the sky.

“Daxia Sword Sect versus Profound Heavenly Sect! Disciples of both sects, step onto the stage and prepare! The Daxia Sword Sect has only seven participants, so the remaining three slots will be void, and no points will be counted for them!”

The audience broke into an uproar.

“What? They’re still competing with just seven people?”

“Hmm... but it makes sense. They’re ranked fiftieth now, so even moving up a single spot would be an improvement!”

Someone quickly added, “I think this group from the Daxia Sword Sect is full of guts and passion. Only seven are left, and they still have the courage to fight. That’s how cultivators ought to be!”

Many people agreed.

Li Guanqi took a deep breath and looked around at his fellow teammates. “Give it your all!”

The others nodded solemnly.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!

Li Guanqi’s group went up to their assigned stages. The Profound Heavenly Sect disciples followed, their blue robes swaying as they eyed their opponents with contempt and hostility.

Li Guanqi noted their rude little gestures. He exhaled softly and murmured, “This won’t be an easy fight...”

Whoosh!

Before Li Guanqi stood a young man with a monkey-like face and sharp, triangular eyes. As he unsheathed his sword, his eyes glinted coldly. “Has that cripple been teaching you swordsmanship? Haha! My master beat him like a dog years ago, and now he dreams of revenge?”

He deliberately looked at Gao Qiwen and spat on the ground.

Li Guanqi’s brow lifted slightly in surprise. So that’s his disciple... Amazing how arrogant someone gets with a Nascent Soul Realm master backing them.

Buzz!

A suffocating wave of pressure rippled from the youth. Blue light flowed across his Daoist robes—spirit robes. He also held a golden spirit sword, priceless at a glance. Without missing a beat, he plastered two Light Body Talismans to his thighs.

Li Guanqi knew that he could not wait any longer. The longer he delayed, the more items his opponent would use.

Boom!

The tiles beneath Li Guanqi’s feet shattered.

The crowd saw only a blur from the stands as he closed in on his opponent—Luo Hao.

Luo Hao smirked and sprang back, maintaining a dozen-zhang gap and keeping pace with a sprint technique.

As Li Guanqi accelerated, Luo Hao’s mouth curled into a smirk. Forming a hand seal, he roared, “Spirit spell number two hundred and sixty-eight, Earthly Precipice!”

Booom!

Luo Hao’s aura surged, becoming even more overwhelming. Even Li Guanqi did not know how to react. It’s a boosting-type spell!

Luo Hao glared at him viciously, muttering something under his breath.

Then, Luo Hao stepped off the ground and shot at Li Guanqi, now moving three times faster than he was.

Li Guanqi muttered in resignation, “So physical strength alone really isn’t enough at this level...”

Buzz!

He activated his Swimming in the Clouds sprint technique. Li Guanqi’s figure blurred as he accelerated once more.

Both swords collided, and in just a few breaths, they exchanged over a hundred blows.

Clang clang clang! Clang clang! Clang clang clang!

Sparks flew in all directions as the swords collided, and explosions rang out as their battle took to the air.

The whole stage trembled, and even the barriers around the stage started to ripple.

The spectators were shocked by Luo Hao’s strength, and bets started flying on how long Li Guanqi could hold out. However, some people realized that Li Guanqi’s expression had not once changed.

Clang!

Li Guanqi’s sword suddenly moved faster than before, and Luo Hao’s relentless offense began to falter.

Clang clang!

Two rays of sword light cut through Luo Hao’s blue robes!

Boom boom!

Both fighters retreated a dozen zhang.

Luo Hao looked down at the spirit light flickering over his robes and said darkly, “Your sword’s quick. Unfortunately... you still can’t pierce my defenses.”

Luo Hao laughed and charged at Li Guanqi with a bizarre footwork pattern. His sword danced like a serpent as he pressed the attack.

The crowd could only see a blur of movements, listening to the sounds of his sword.

Clang clang clang!

Li Guanqi’s blade blurred as well, unleashing a storm of slashes.

Luo Hao’s movements weren’t as fast as Li Guanqi’s, but his Daoist robes absorbed most of the attacks.

The exchange raged on.

Suddenly, Luo Hao knocked Li Guanqi back with his sword and roared, “Heart-Shattering Slash!”

Luo Hao continued to advance, his slashes becoming even fiercer. Six consecutive sword lights show out of his sword.

In Li Guanqi’s eyes, Luo Hao seemed to swell into a giant. He felt a deadly threat surge toward him.

Li Guanqi took a deep breath. He sheathed his sword, then crouched.

Just as the six lights were about to reach his throat...

“Lightning Sword Slash!”

Clang!

A deafening sword cry rang out. Li Guanqi’s entire aura transformed.

Chen Qing, who had been closely watching from the sidelines, bolted to Ge Qing’s side. He hastily grabbed Ge Qing’s arm and cried out, “We admit defeat! We admit defeat! Ask him to stop!”

Ge Qing glanced at him mildly. “Only the disciple onstage can admit defeat.”

Another sword cry rang out from the stage. A ray of purple sword light flickered.

Luo Hao screamed in terror. “I admit—”

Crash!

He raised his sword, but a sliver too late.

And that sliver was everything. The final word froze in his throat. He never got to say it.

Blood sprayed three chi across the stage. Li Guanqi flicked his wrist, letting the blood roll off his blade.

When he passed Luo Hao, he muttered coldly, “He talks a lot.”

Luo Hao glared at him. Other than the blood gurgling from his mouth, no sound came. His body twitched once, then stilled.

Dead.

Vicious and deadly.

Li Guanqi’s sword technique was as fast as lightning. He did not give Luo Hao a chance to defend himself.

Chen Qing exploded with rage.