In martial arts, whip is the nemesis of sword.

  Use softness to overcome hardness, use length to defeat shortness.

  Like the surging tide at this moment, standing more than ten meters away, he could attack Zhang Ruochen.

  His whip technique was unpredictable and elusive, like holding a golden long snake. The golden long snake writhed and twisted in the air, emitting a piercingly fast breaking wind sound.

  At the tip of the golden long whip was a three-inch-long sharp thorn, sharper than a sword tip.

  "It makes some sense"

  Zhang Ruochen finally made a move.

  He circulated the true energy in his body to both legs, and all twenty-seven meridians in his body began to circulate simultaneously. His feet stepped out in a rhythmic pace, transforming into a residual shadow that shuttled back and forth among the golden whips.

  In just an instant, Zhang Ruochen traversed over ten meters of distance and stood in front of Hong Tao.

  Hong Taos face changed, and he was about to withdraw his whip to attack Zhang Ruochen.

  "Slap"

  Zhang Ruochen swung the scabbard in his hand and slammed it onto Hong Taos neck.

  Hongtaos center of gravity was unstable, and he fell off the stage after being knocked over.

  At the moment he fell off the stage, Hong Tao immediately flipped in mid-air, his legs landing on the ground, standing steadily on the ground, and did not fall as clumsily as the six people before.

  Hong Tao stood below the stage, staring deeply at Zhang Ruochen for a moment, "I lost"

  The pace Zhang Ruochen just displayed was simply too fast. Even if they were to fight again, he would definitely lose.

  Another move

  "With Hong Taos cultivation, he couldnt even block a single move. This is just too abnormal."

  Xue Bings eyes sparkled as he gently swayed his folding fan, a hint of an evil smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "This is getting interesting."

  "Its the eighth round, and Ill be the one to stop your winning streak." Xue Bing transformed into a white shadow, lightly jumping onto the battlefield like a falling leaf.

  "Xue Bing Sheng" Zhang Ruo Chen said.

  Earlier, Zhang Ruochen had seen Xue Bingshen and Nie Hengs battle. With just one move, Xue Bingshen killed Nie Heng.

  This person is extremely fast and absolutely a formidable opponent.

  Xue Bing smiled slightly and said, "Among the geniuses Ive seen, apart from Seventh Prince, Ninth Princes talent is the highest. Its been less than two months since the end-of-year assessment, and Ninth Prince has already broken through two realms again, reaching the Great Extreme of the Yellow Extreme Realm. Truly admirable."

  "Youre from the Imperial Tutors residence"

  "Thats right." Xue Ping said.

  "You think you can defeat me?" Zhang Ruochen said.

  Xue Bing smiled and said, "The greatest advantage of the Ninth Prince is that his swordsmanship has reached the realm of Sword Following Heart at a high level. The biggest disadvantage is that the true energy in his body is insufficient. The Ninth Prince has just broken through to the Great Extreme Position, right?"

  Zhang Ruochen remained silent.

  Xue Bing continued: "The Ninth Princes speed is indeed fast, but Xues speed is not slow either. The Ninth Prince wants to win with speed, which may be effective against others, but it wont work on Xue. If we compare strength, with Xues Huang Ji boundary great perfection cultivation, Im afraid he might even surpass the Ninth Prince."

  "Really?" Zhang Ruochen said.

  Xue Bing nodded and said: "Your Highness, the Ninth Prince, in front of me, you should draw your sword."

  "If I think your strength is strong enough, I will naturally draw my sword." Zhang Ruochen said.

  "Then the Ninth Prince had better be careful, as Xues Iron Bone Fan is a third-grade True Martial Treasure. Nine Yellow Extreme Realm cultivators have already died under its might."

  Xue Bingshens eyelids snapped shut, and the originally closed folding fan suddenly opened with a whooshing sound. From each of the fan blades extended a three-inch long sharp sword blade.

  "Whoosh"

  Xue Bings speed was indeed extremely fast, like a white ghostly shadow, and he instantly arrived in front of Zhang Ruochen.

  He practiced a top-grade human-level body technique called "Lingxu Eight Steps", each step was one zhang (about 3.33 meters) away.

  He took eight consecutive steps and appeared with eight residual shadows on the battlefield.

  It was as if eight Xue Bingyong rushed forward and attacked Zhang Ruochen at the same time.

  Zhang Ruochen was like a motionless divine tree, rooted in the ground, his legs unmoving, as he continuously swung the sword scabbard in his hand.

  Each time it strikes out, a metallic collision sound is emitted, and sparks fly out in the air.

  "Humming"

  In an instant, Zhang Ruochen and Xue Bingyun exchanged over twenty moves, like a cluster of phantoms clashing on the battlefield. Warriors with lower cultivation could hardly see how they were making their moves, only seeing shadow after shadow.

  Liu Chengfeng stood on the highest viewing platform of Huangji Wudou Palace, staring at the battlefield below, and snorted: "Xue Bing Sheng can only tie with him, its really hard to predict the outcome."

  "Nice to meet you, Master Liu." Han Fu knelt on the ground and bowed respectfully towards Liu Chengfeng.

  Han Fus body was extremely tall and large, about 2.6 or 2.7 meters in height, with just one fist being bigger than a normal persons skull, and his body was covered with yellow leopard spots.

  He has the blood of the fierce beast Fire Leopard in his body and is not a pure human, but a half-human from the Fire Leopard tribe.

  In the Kunlun Realm, there are many half-humans who have become an independent race, such as: the powerful Dragon Half-Human Tribe, the Elephant Half-Human Tribe, and the Magic Ape Half-Human Tribe. There are also those famous for their beauty, like the Jade Fox Half-Human Tribe and the Moon Fish Half-Human Tribe.

  The status of half-humans is actually very low, and many are caught and made into slaves.

  Han Fu was a half-human slave. Because he had a record of winning nine consecutive games in the Yellow Grade Martial Arts Palace, Liu Chengfeng bought him at a high price.

  Liu Chengfeng said: "Get up, have you seen that young man on the battlefield?"

  Han Yu stood up and stared at Zhang Ruochen on the battlefield, saying: "He is very strong"

  Liu Chengfeng said: "Of course its very strong. So, if Xue Ping loses to him, in the next match, youll take action and kill him."

  "Han Fu will never let young master down. Even if it means mutual destruction, he must be killed." Han Fu said resolutely.

  Liu Chengfeng nodded and said, "Xue Ping has already probed his true strength. Take a good look at his battle with Xue Ping, it will be very helpful for your next fight."

  Han Fu nodded.

  "Xue Bings strength is also too great, what if theres a slight mistake?" The Ninth Princess was somewhat worried.

  Xue Bing was absolutely unwilling to kill Zhang Ruochen, but what if something unexpected happened?

  Xue Bing Sheng is not comparable to other top-notch martial artists, he is a true strongman and has all aspects of Zhang Ruo Chen under control. Its almost impossible for Zhang Ruo Chen to win.

  The entire Huangji Wudang Palace was tense, everyone wanting to know if Zhang Ruochen could defeat Xue Bing.

  Can he win eight games in a row?

  "Its over"

  Zhang Ruochens eyes turned sharp, his sword sheath pierced out, saying: "Tian Xin Broken Plum"

  The sword speed increased threefold, just like a white rainbow piercing the sun, the sword energy transformed into a white flowing light, passing through the void and stabbing towards Xue Bings brow.

  Xue Bingshengs face changed greatly and he immediately retreated.

  But its too late

  "Boom"

  The tip of the scabbard struck Xue Pings brow.

  Xue Bingshens head suddenly went dark and he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, his feet feeling light as a feather. He fell directly onto the battlefield, fainting dead away.

  Fortunately, it was just a scabbard; if it were the swords edge, Xue Bing Shengs brow would have already been pierced.

  An old servant from the Imperial Tutors residence immediately rushed onto the battlefield, bowed to Zhang Ruochen and said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for sparing my life."

  After saying this, the old servant carried Xue Bings unconscious body off the stage and immediately left Huangji Wudou Palace.

  Win eight games in a row

  The entire Huangji Wudang Palace was boiling over, and at just sixteen years old, he had set a record of eight consecutive victories, which was absolutely an impressive feat.

  Even Huang Biaos top martial artist, Liu Chengfeng, was not this powerful at sixteen.

  "The ninth brother is too powerful. If Father King knew about this, he would definitely be delighted and host a banquet for all the officials." The Ninth Princess let out a long sigh, and her hanging heart finally fell.

  However, she found that Zhang Ruochen won eight games in a row and didnt leave the stage. He still wanted to continue fighting for the ninth game.

  At this moment, the majestic Han Fu stepped onto the battlefield step by step.

  He held a war axe weighing 1,200 kilograms in his hand, and his entire body was covered with metal armor. The metal armor wasnt just covering the surface of his body, but was embedded into his bones and flesh, becoming one with his body.

  "Its actually Han Fu. Were in trouble." The Ninth Princesss face turned somewhat pale, and she immediately called out to the battle stage: "Ninth Brother, youd better admit defeat quickly. Han Fu is a martial lunatic, and no warrior who has ever crossed hands with him has lived to tell the tale."

  Dan Xianglings face also changed, and he said: "Han Fu is a slave of Liu Chengfeng, he will definitely kill you on the battlefield, Ninth Prince, quickly admit defeat. Your identity is noble, there is no need to fight with a bloodthirsty madman."

  Standing on the battlefield, Han Fu burst out laughing and said, "You little brat, did you hear that? Those two women are telling you to admit defeat. If you dont admit defeat, Hans battle axe will definitely split you in half."

  Zhang Ruochens gaze was directed at the highest viewing platform, where he happened to see Liu Chengfeng standing.

  Liu Chengfeng also stared at Zhang Ruochen, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and said loudly: "If the Ninth Prince is afraid of death, its better to admit defeat early. In case he accidentally dies on the battlefield, I really dont know how to explain it to Duke Junwang."

  Zhang Ruochen said: "Is that so? We havent fought yet, who can say for sure who will live or die?"

  "You dont know the height of heaven and the thickness of earth, Han Fu. Let the Ninth Prince see your strength, dont let him look down on you." Liu Chengfeng said in a gloomy tone.