My Master Knows It All

”It shouldn’t be possible, to be able to train such a Disciple, his teacher must certainly be a presence in the True Immortal Realm; however, the Loose Cultivators in the True Immortal Realm who have come here are few, and none of them excel in Swordsmanship.”

”Strange, is this Disciple truly a mystery?”

”Right, this Disciple was selected from the Eastern Wilderness Sect, does any Dao Companion from the Eastern Wilderness Sect recognize him?”

Wu Jianzi heard everyone’s inquiries and helplessly shook his head. Like everyone else, he knew nothing.

A total of one thousand and twenty-four Cultivators participated in the martial arts tournament, and there were plenty of arenas. In just one morning, the first round of the tournament was already concluded.

In the afternoon, the second round continued.

The rules for the second round were equally simple: the Cultivators who advanced in the morning had their number tags set aside and were arranged by their respective races together.

The Cultivators who advanced in the morning could choose which Race to go to, randomly drawing a number tag, and whoever they drew, they would fight against.

If someone chose you, then you naturally didn’t need to draw.

Although Xingchen Zi was not among those first to step onto the arena, no Cultivator had drawn him, and soon it was his turn to step forward to draw an opponent.

As a member of the Human Race, naturally he couldn’t draw an opponent from the Human Race. Moreover, the Demon Clan, Beast Clan, Prison Clan, and Insect Clan were in an alliance with their Human Race, thus they were not his first choice.

At the very least, he couldn’t choose these allied Cultivators while there were still Sky Clan Cultivators, Evil Clan Cultivators, and Blood Clan Cultivators left.

His gaze quickly landed on the number tags of the Sky Clan Cultivators. The reason the Human Race experienced such a catastrophe was because of the Sky Clan; as long as there is a Sky Clan, he would choose the Sky Clan!

As he reached in to draw a number tag, immediately, a tag flew out, and simultaneously a giant number illusion appeared from the Void.

”Number three hundred and sixty-seven?”

”This number!”

The next moment, bursts of astonishment arose.

”It’s Tian Fu of the Sky Clan!”

”This... this is only the second round, and two with Mana reaching the Golden Core Period Limit, with physical strength almost at the limit of the Golden Core Stage, are about to meet?”

”These two should be the strongest two in this Golden Core Stage martial arts tournament!”

”This...”

”One of them will not enter the top hundred!”

”What luck is this!”

In the direction of the Sky Clan, a young Cultivator dressed in a purple robe, who bore a slight resemblance to the Fourth Prince, stood up with a confident smile. Softly he said, ”Interesting, truly interesting. I would like to see how long a Human Race genius, with the same physical and Mana strength as me, can withstand me.”

Surrounding Sky Clan Cultivators, upon hearing this, didn’t find the words boastful. Instead, they considered them entirely reasonable.

Tian Fu hailed from the Imperial Clan. The Swordsmanship and Divine Skills he cultivated came from the Imperial Clan.

Ordinary Human Race Teachings couldn’t compare to the inheritance of their Sky Clan’s Imperial Clan at all.

Moreover, that Human Race Cultivator was just a Loose Cultivator, not even a Disciple of a Great Teaching, making it even less likely to compare to Tian Fu.

Though they both had the same physical strength and Mana intensity.

There was still a difference in Swordsmanship and Divine Skills, allowing for a clear distinction of superiority.

The grouping ended quickly. Although the second round still had many arenas with simultaneous battles, nearly all Cultivators’ gazes fell onto one arena.

On the arena, Xingchen Zi and Tian Fu stood against each other.

They hadn’t made a move yet, but as they released their respective Golden Cores, completely unfurling their aura, gusts of wind rose before them.

Tian Fu, looking at the Human Race across from him, focused his gaze on the other’s sword and said softly, ”Everyone knows my identity. If I defeat you with Divine Skills, your Human Race might say I only won because my higher status grants me stronger Divine Skills, that my victory isn’t justified.

It just so happens, you fight with a sword, then so shall I. I’ll defeat you with a sword, making you, making your Human Race concede sincerely to your defeat.”

As his words fell, the voice of the judge below resounded.

”Begin!”

As the words fell, the two of them almost simultaneously made their move.

They did not employ any Divine Skills, but instead both drew their swords, charging straight at each other.

In the distance, Wu Jianzi frowned slightly. What happened to Child Star Son? His sword drawing technique? Why did he not use it this time?

Hmm? They’ve engaged each other; these two... are they really Golden Core Stage Cultivators?

Wu Jianzi stared wide-eyed at the two young figures exchanging blows. Their Swordsmanship was exceedingly exquisite, and even more commendable was their Sword Intent, which had also reached a very high level.

He prided himself on having a high Swordsmanship talent, yet during his Golden Core Stage, his Swordsmanship hadn’t reached the level of these two youths.

In the Golden Core Stage, he had only seen one person surpass them, and that was Cao Zhen.

Xingchen Zi swung his Longsword, its blade shimmering with starlight like a galaxy. His Sword Moves were like clouds flowing smoothly, light and fluent.

His sword flows like a stream, filled with flexibility and change, making it hard to predict.

Tian Fu’s sword, on the other hand, was powerful and forceful, like a storm. As his Longsword moved, the sword’s momentum stood like a mountain peak, with an unshakable majesty.

With vigorous and forceful blows, he shattered each of Xingchen Zi’s incoming Sword Moves; each strike was like thunder and lightning shattering stone. Every swing carried the force of a landslide and earthquake.

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