C72 Sword intent elementary form

After the match started, the entire audience suddenly quietened down and all of them turned their gazes towards the arena.

At this time, Ye Yang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, he didn't know if it was intentional, but his position had already been occupied by Wu Youruo.

The only seat in the crowd was right beside Wu Youlan, so he had no choice but to sit there.

When Ye Yang sat down, he obviously felt Wu Youlan's body becoming tense and she looked extremely nervous.

But Ye Yang did not mind, his eyes still focusing on the stage.

Seeing that Ye Yang did not look at her anymore, Wu Youlan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but immediately after, her heart was slightly disappointed.

At this moment, the two people on the stage were already furiously making their moves. the collision of rod and sword made energy shot out in all directions.

Feng Buping's long rod danced vigorously. Within a radius of ten feet, the rod shadows were all rolling like a ball.

However, Ye Yuhan's sword flew up and down, his momentum was equal to if not greater than Feng Buping’s. In a blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged more than forty moves.

"Big brother, who do you think has a higher chance of victory?" Lan Xiaodie asked.

Hearing this question, the surrounding people looked at Lan Wenjun in anticipation, wanting to hear the evaluation of the number one ranker on the Martial Master Ranking.

Lan Wenjun muttered to himself for a bit, and said with a stern face: "I think Ye Yuhan will win, although right now they are only probing their attack, and have not used their full strength, but Ye Yuhan's body has a kind of concealed aura, that even I have to be afraid of."

"What, no way!" Everyone was shocked, what was so strong that even Lan Wenjun had to be afraid of?

Meng Fei was even more shocked, because Lan Wenjun's evaluation of him was almost exactly the same as Ye Yang’s.

As everyone was speaking, more than a hundred moves had already passed. Feng Buping shouted, "Flaming Cloud Rod!"

With Feng Ping's shout, the iron rod instantly turned a fiery red color. The audience who was near the arena felt a wave of heat wash over them.

"Looks like Feng Jun is going to use his trump card. The Flaming Cloud Rod is a battle skill that belongs to early level of Profound Rank, it's extremely powerful."

"Feng Ping relied on this move to defeat quite a few strong opponents. It can be considered his trump card."

Facing the incoming fire rod, Ye Yuhan still maintained a cold face. With a shake of the sword in his hand, an ice-cold chill instantly filled the air.

The longsword in Ye Yuhan's hand was instantly plated with a layer of white frost; however, this white frost contained endless destructive power.

Bang.

As the sword and staff clashed, a strong force exploded out in all directions, causing the spectators nearby to be alarmed.

Everyone looked at the stage once again, but Ye Yuhan did not move an inch, while Feng Ping was knocked more than ten steps back. Luckily, the stage was big enough, if it was a stage as usual, he would have already been knocked out of the stage.

Feng Buping was also shocked. That strike just now had caused his blood to roil, and he almost couldn't hold the rob in his hands.

"Very good. Newbie, you are very strong. However, I will let you know that the seniors are definitely not as simple as you think we are!"

Ye Yuhan did not reply, and only coldly looked at him.

"Wah, Feng Buping is forced into a corner by the freshman, he's already using his trump card!"

"To be able to force Feng Buping to use his ultimate move, this newbie is really powerful. It's not shameful even if he loses!"

Suddenly, he felt that his imposing manner had become much stronger than before. His cultivation was now infinitely close to the peak of the Martial Warrior.

The freshmen were all very surprised, but seeing that the Eight Desolations City students were all confused, Wu Youruo explained to them.

So it turned out that among the Secret Scriptures in this world, besides the cultivation methods and the battle skills, there was another type of Secret Scripture called Secret Method.

The Secret Method was extremely precious. In the treasure pavilion of the Tianwu Academy, there was only one book, and the price for learning it was actually eight hundred thousand points. This made all the students have no way but bemoan the fact.

And the continent was vast and boundless. There were bound to be some lucky people who would get some fortuitous encounters.

A copy of the Secret Method had been passed down by Feng Buping's ancestors, but this Secret Method was incomplete.

When using it, one could only barely raise their cultivation by a small level. Moreover, after using it, one would enter a long period of weakness. The disadvantages were great.

Sensing the powerful aura in his body, Feng Buping smiled confidently. "Kid, you have to be prepared. If you can't handle it, just admit defeat as soon as possible to prevent yourself from getting injured!"

Ye Yuhan's face was still cold and indifferent, but his eyes revealed a dense fighting intent, the sword in his hand slowly raised.

Following Ye Yuhan's actions, the air seemed to congeal, and snowflakes began to slowly appear within a radius of several meters with him at the center.

"Heavens, what type of Genuine Qi is this?"

"This seems to be Genuine Qi of the legendary mutated water attribute — Ice attribute!"

"I didn't expect him to be so powerful. I can feel my body getting cold outside. It must be more difficult for Feng Buping in the face of him!"

Seeing Ye Yuhan's aura slowly condense as his aura increased, the pressure on him became greater and greater.

No way, I have to interrupt him. At this moment, Feng Buping had already lost all of his confidence.

With all his strength, he activated the Genuine Qi and shouted: "Fire Beacon Kill!"

As if he did not see the impending Feng Buping, the longsword continued to rise at the same frequency as before, until it reached the top, the tip of the sword flashing with a cold light.

Ye Yang's heart trembled. He felt that Ye Yuhan was like a sharp blade that had just left its sheath, slashing through all the obstacles in front of him.

When Lan Wenjun saw this scene, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle. Even someone as calm as him couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

At the same time, in a quiet room deep within the academy, Bai Yunzi and the organizer from before were happily sipping tea while facing a wall made of jade.

However, when the two of them saw Ye Yuhan, a cold light flashed from the swords in their hands, and the two of them put down their teacups at the same time, their eyes filled with surprise and joy.

Just as the oppressed rod was about to hit Ye Yuhan, Ye Yuhan's longsword had also reached a high point, and with a cold light, it slashed forward.

"Ice Seal Break!"

With a bang, it shook everyone to the point that their ears rumbled.

The people around the arena were so shocked that their eardrums burst in that moment and could not hear anything.

A figure flew out in a sorry state and landed outside of the arena. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the figure and could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Feng Ping's long rod had been broken into two, and there was a long wound on his chest, dripping blood.

The entire audience fell silent, and some people even swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty.

"sword intent", not knowing who it was, trembled as the word was spat out.

"How is this possible? He actually comprehended a sword intent?" Everyone still could not believe it.

sword intent, also known as the sword concept, was a swordsman’s resonation with the sword when he fully focused on the sword, thus releasing endless killing power.

Both of their weapons were ordinary refined weapons, of the same hardness. According to the density, their long sticks would be even stronger.

But right now, the long rod had already been cut into two, which made it very obvious for fact that Ye Yuhan had comprehend the sword intent.

Inside the secret room, Bai Yunzi stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Although it is only the elementary sword intent, his potential is bound to be limitless in the future. If he can reach the initial stage of the sword intent, he will definitely shine on the continent."

Feng Buping's face was now deathly pale. Just a moment ago, he seemed to see death waving at him.

Feng Ping bowed towards Ye Yuhan who was on stage, and said in a clear voice: "Thank you for showing mercy, Sir."

Although Feng Buping was defeated, but he was convinced of his defeat, and knew that if Ye Yuhan had not retracted a bit of his strength, his injuries would have been even more severe.

Ye Yuhan only nodded indifferently, without a hint of emotion, and without a hint of joy from obtaining victory.

"The winner, Ye Yuhan, obtains half of the points, as well as the temporary right to stay in the residence of the ninth level." The judge's voice sounded.

Under everyone's envious and respectful gazes, Ye Yuhan left the stage, but he did not leave. Instead, he directly arrived in front of Ye Yang.

"I heard the next match will be you." Ye Yuhan said.

"That's right!"

"After you finish him off, I hope to be able to challenge you." Ye Yuhan's words left everyone in shock. He had already comprehended the sword intent, who in the same level would accept his challenge?

"Sure, but I have conditions." Ye Yang thought about it.

"What condition?"

"If you lose, you have to be my follower, okay?" Ye Yang stared intently at Ye Yuhan as he spoke.

What? Ye Yang actually wanted to take Ye Yuhan, who had already comprehended the sword intent, as his follower? Is this a joke?

The Martial Cultivator who had comprehended the sword intent was destined to prevail in the future and would be an existence at the apex of the cultivation world, yet he actually wanted to take him as his follower. He was simply daydreaming.

"Alright." Ye Yuhan agreed without even thinking.

Ye Yang was startled, then laughed: "You agreed so easily? If you lose, you won't have any room to go back on your words!"

"I won't lose, and even more so, I won't lose to someone with a lower cultivation level." Ye Yuhan said coldly, his tone revealing his strong confidence.

However, no one dared to laugh at him because he did have the ability to do so.

"Good, you are indeed a genius who has comprehended the sword intent. Indeed, only such a strong and confident person would be able to comprehend sword intent." Lan Wenjun, who had been silent all this time, said.

However, Ye Yuhan glanced at Lan Wenjun, and without saying a word, he found an empty seat and sat down: "I'll watch your next match from here."

It was obvious that the last sentence was directed at Ye Yang. Lan Caidie was instantly angered, and was about to run over and teach this rude fellow a lesson.

However, Lan Wenjun was not angry at all as he stopped Lan Caidie. "This is his path of cultivation, the path of a swordsman is filled with loneliness. He must maintain this kind of mentality in order to be able to enter a higher realm."

Everyone then realized, at the same time they could not help but admire Lan Wenjun's magnanimity, this was the demeanor of the number one expert in the academy.

While they were talking, another large group of people rushed in from the entrance. This time, there were over a hundred people.

The leader was a man in white, with a face that was around twenty years old. He looked pretty good, but Ye Yang felt that this person was very gloomy, contrast to which can be felt from Lan Wenjun.

Ye Yang recognized the person behind him. It was Mu Bai, and he had already broken through to the Martial Master level.

Looking further back, he saw a familiar face, but Ye Yang did not recognize it. However, after pondering for a moment, Ye Yang realized that this person looked very similar to Zhao Zihao, so there was a high chance that he was Zhao Zilong.

The group of people arrived at the stand next to Ye Yang in a majestic manner. The students who were originally in the stands all stepped aside, and in an instant, moved out of the way.

The white clothed man looked at Ye Yang and said, "Just a naive freshman, you dare to be the leader? Are you courting death?"

The faces of everyone from the Eight Desolations City immediately changed.