Chapter 69: The Overbearing Locking Soul Sword

  Xie Qian's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, not expecting that his full-force collaboration with Lu Fei would not bring any advantage, but only made Su Qingchen slightly disadvantaged, and he became even more curious about Su Qingchen.

  Xie Qian's face changed color as he made a move, and the golden light disappeared for an instant before reappearing, only this time with a hint of overbearingness that gave off a powerful aesthetic.

  "Su Qingchen, if you're a man, take my attack and taste my sword." As he spoke, Lu Fei's body emitted a golden glow, unexpectedly covering up his original blue agility attribute, and a domineering aura emanated from the sword.

  "Borrow the power of the soul's light, grant me the strength of a warrior, the first sword style, Soul Locking Sword." Along with Lu Fei's low and solemn voice, the sword spirit emitted a dazzling golden light. As Lu Fei slowly swung his right hand, the soul energy in the air surged towards the sword spirit, the piercing sound echoing through the air like a declaration of this sword's majestic aura.

  Watching the changes in Lu Fei's sword spirit, Su Qingchen's eyebrows furrowed again, and he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. Immediately after, Lu Fei took a step forward with his foot, which seemed slow but made Su Qingchen's heart tighten instantly. Then, Su Qingchen tightly grasped the hilt of his sword spirit with his right hand and shouted in a low voice: "Stab Empty Break"

  As a dull sound rang out, Su Qingchen's figure moved, like a fierce tiger going down the mountain, and attacked Lu Fei who was moving slowly.

  Boom

  A low, muffled explosion sound, the two swords collided with a hard and unyielding spirit. The air was instantly filled with a dense soul power color, until Su Qingchen's figure flew out of the air and fell to the ground. Only then did everyone realize that this time, Su Qingchen had been at a disadvantage again. The hearts of the commoner class people were already racing, their eyes fixed on the stage, but when they saw Su Qingchen flying backwards with a hint of a smile on his face, their tense hearts relaxed slightly.

  After landing, Su Qingchen's eyebrows furrowed slightly, knowing that relying on soul attacks was no longer a match for Lu Fei. As he reversed his grip on the sword spirit, he quietly retracted his soul spirit, and a hint of cunning appeared at the corner of his mouth. Silently, threads of soul power gathered in his palm, accompanied by a soft grinding sound. The soul power grew thicker and smaller, more concentrated and explosive. Only when the thin membrane covering the soul power broke, would the condensed soul power deal the most fatal damage to his opponent.

  At this time, the colored mist formed by the soul power in the air disappeared, and Lu Fei's figure appeared on the battlefield. He still had the same momentum as before, and his slow movements seemed to indicate that Su Qingchen's attack earlier had no effect on him. As he moved slowly, the domineering aura on his sword spirit grew thicker and more intense.

  Looking at Lu Fei, who was like a war god, the people of the civilian class held their breath. They couldn't understand why Lu Fei, with his agility attribute, could deliver such a powerful blow, so strong that it was almost abnormal. Not to mention low-level cultivators, even high-level cultivators might not be able to stop Lu Fei's attack, let alone withstand the next one.

  Looking at Lu Fei who was still moving, Su Qingchen's face showed a solemn expression, and he secretly said in his heart: Fight, even if you get hurt, fight to the end. Unintentionally, Su Qingchen did not realize that he had been drawn out by Lu Fei's aura, revealing the fighting spirit deep within him. In fact, what he should be thinking about now was how to dodge, rather than facing the attack head-on with brute force. Perhaps this was the most sinister aspect of Lu Fei's attack.

  When he saw Lu Fei take another step forward, Su Qingchen let out a low growl: "Lei Quan's second form, Cun Duan!" As the sound rose, Su Qingchen's right foot suddenly chopped down, his body leaping up at the same time as his right hand clenched and curved backward. Along with the fierce soul power emanating from him, his sleeves puffed out and emitted a sharp hissing sound that tore through the air.

  That thunder-like violent fist, carrying everyone's tense hearts, suddenly struck the sword spirit that was exposed outside of Lu Fei.

  Boom

  It was still a low and muffled explosion sound, only to see Lu Fei's hand holding the sword slightly trembling, his body leaning back slightly, but he recovered in an instant, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, and then he collected his thoughts and continued his unfinished attack.

  Su Qingchen, who was knocked flying again, had no confidence left on his face, only shock and no other expression. His body paused in mid-air, barely stabilizing himself as he landed at the edge of the arena. Su Qingchen couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh at how close he came to being bounced off the stage.

  Su Qingchen looked at Lu Fei, who was still continuing, and felt a sense of helplessness in her heart. Her strongest move could only make her opponent pause for a moment, but it didn't even leave a single scratch, which made Su Qingchen, who had always been confident, feel somewhat defeated.

  Taking a deep breath, Su Qingchen closed his eyes. As he felt Lu Fei take another step closer to him, his soul power was fully activated, and the Xuanming Attack began to revolve around him. A faint blue light appeared on his body. On his right arm, a shield similar to a dark blue gemstone had already appeared.

  Before the crowd could react to Su Qingchen's transformation, Lu Fei's low voice rang out: "Take this sword, win; can't take it, lose." The brief words were especially powerful and domineering, directly pushing the battle to its climax.

  The crowd also clenched their fists tightly with this sentence, and the inner expectation of the outcome was surprisingly eliminated by Lu Fei's fierce battle intent, leaving only a silent gaze at the stage, quietly giving a cheer to the one in their hearts.

  In her rage, Bing Yu's sister had already thrown aside her resentment towards Su Qingchen and was now thinking the same as Yin Ting beside her, wishing for Su Qingchen on stage to be safe and sound, hoping he could withstand this blow, with winning or losing being of no importance at all.

  Lu Fei's sword spirit condensed into an aura that soared to its peak, and his body suddenly leapt up. Between his tightly clenched teeth, a sharp word escaped: "Slash". As soon as the word was spoken, the sword moved, leaving behind a trail of residual shadows. The majestic Locking Soul Sword had already attacked Su Qingchen in front of him.

  Su Qingchen's mind tensed up, and his right arm suddenly burst out with deep blue light. Just as the sword spirit was about to attack him, he appeared out of thin air in front of it.

  Bang

  A deafening loud noise, the sword spirit and Su Qingchen's right arm collided heavily. In an instant, blue and golden light enveloped Su Qingchen and Lu Fei, and no one knew whether it was victory or defeat at this moment.

  With a move that was so terrifying, it was either seeking death or wanting to die. This question simultaneously appeared in the minds of the crowd. At this time, those who supported Su Qingchen had no intention of winning the game anymore, but simply hoped that Su Qingchen would be fine and could stand before them again, even if they lost everything.

  Due to excessive worry, Yin Ting's eyes had already appeared with tears, and her heart couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Su Qingchen, you mustn't have anything happen to you, as long as you're safe and sound, I'll never get angry with you again, even if you're a bit more flirtatious. At this moment, Yin Ting only realized that Su Qingchen had already been deeply locked in her heart.