Chapter 771 - Jian Qi Versus Qin Cang

“Chen Fan. How terrifying of him.”

The crowd’s gazes sharpened, fixed intently on Chen Fan, their minds reeling.

His opponent had been at the peak of the ninth level, the very best among those at his level. He had even killed those at the same level before; his strength was close to the peak Heavenly Star realm. Yet, a single attack from Chen Fan killed him.

“How is he so powerful?! Is he really at the sixth level?”

The crowd sighed in admiration. But, considering he was a Peerless Peak disciple, it seemed fitting.

The Peerless Peak was renowned across the eastern continent, its name synonymous with extraordinary talent.

Only absolute monsters could qualify to join, and the threshold was so high that even the most remarkable figures often fell short.

The battles continued fiercely, with exceptional geniuses falling one by one, each destined to be a stepping stone for the eventual victor.

Suddenly, a bell tolled.

Dong!

Mu Wuji appeared from the void, his voice echoing in all directions. “We’ll take a two-hour break. The assembly will resume afterward!”

The True Martial Assembly had been going on for ten days and nights. By now, fatigue weighed heavily on everyone.

The announcement made many in the crowd cheer, grateful for the reprieve. Without rest, they would only be able to use a fraction of their strength in the battles to come.

Although two hours was a short window, it was enough for them, as they all had elixirs or treasures for quick recovery.

A thick blood-colored mist now cloaked the spatial arena, a haunting reminder of the countless disciples who had lost their lives, fueling the rise of other geniuses.

It was like a Gu ritual—trapping venomous creatures in a confined space to let them battle until only the strongest survived, forming an invincible being.

The once-lively central plaza had quieted.

Victorious disciples showed off their spoils, others focused on healing, and some inventoried their trophies. Meanwhile, sect members who had lost disciples mourned in despair.

The battles in the spatial arena were cruel; any treasures left by the defeated became the victor's spoils.

If both fighters fell, their belongings were temporarily held by the True Martial Academy until sects could retrieve them afterward.

Chen Fan’s consecutive wins left him with a substantial collection of rewards and treasures.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Two hours passed quickly, and the war drums sounded once more, signaling the next round of battles.

The thrones of the participants once again began flashing.

Buzz.

Jian Qi’s throne flashed, displaying a line of information.

His opponent for this round was one of the favorites as the champion, the number one figure of the Demon Advocate Sect in the Heavenly Star realm—Qin Cang!

On Qin Cang’s side, the moment he saw Jian Qi’s name appear as his next opponent, his eyes widened with a flash of icy killing intent. Without hesitation, he stepped into the spatial arena.

Chen Fan and Jian Qi had killed many Demon Advocate Sect disciples.

As the top Heavenly Star realm figure of his sect, Qin Cang held unwavering confidence; though Chen Fan and Jian Qi were formidable, reaching the peak Heavenly Star realm in combat strength, he was certain neither could rival him. He silently vowed to avenge his fallen sect members with their blood.

Jian Qi’s face broke into a cold smile, showing no fear. “Finally, a worthy opponent. I’ve been wanting to kill Qin Cang for a while now,” he remarked.

Di Chen reminded him, “Seventh Junior Brother, don’t underestimate him.”

“Rest assured, Second Senior Brother.” Jian Qi nodded, his eyes flickering with a sharp light. Then, he stepped forth, entering the spatial arena.

“Look, the spatial arena over there. It’s Qin Cang and Jian Qi. They’re matched against one another!”

Qin Cang and Jian Qi had been standout contenders in the True Martial Assembly, celebrated as peerless talents. Their stellar performances made them favorites to claim the Heavenly Star realm championship, and the sight of these two titans clashing stirred the crowd.

The two favorites meeting was like a meteorite falling into the sea, sending shockwaves through the assembly.

“As expected, now that we’ve reached this stage, it’s only natural for the top contenders to start crossing paths,” one onlooker murmured, anticipation flashing in their eyes.

“I wonder who will win. Demon Advocate Sect’s number one figure in the Heavenly Star realm or a Peerless Peak freak. Both of them are extraordinary figures.”

“I’m certain this fight will be brutal. Jian Qi and Chen Fan have killed many Demon Advocate Sect disciples. Qin Cang will want revenge. With both of them wielding such immense power, we’re bound to see an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. I doubt either will dominate outright—it’s likely to end with one dead and the other injured.”

“Your analysis makes sense. Although Jian Qi is only at the seventh-level Heavenly Star realm, he undoubtedly possesses combat strength comparable to a peak Heavenly Star realm expert. And as a sword cultivator, his offensive power is bound to be exceptional.”

“......”

As the crowd murmured with excitement, this imminent battle attracted the attention of the assembly participants and the Legendary realm peak experts watching from afar.

All eyes turned to the spatial arena where the clash was set to unfold.

“Senior Brother Qin Cang will definitely win this battle and kill Jian Qi. He will avenge our dead senior brothers and junior brothers, and raise the prestige of our sect,” one of the Demon Advocate Sect disciples declared, eyes blazing with conviction.

The Peerless Peak’s small group remained silent and composed, showing no need to respond to the Demon Advocate Sect's boasts.

They understood that words held little weight in the face of true strength—only the battle would reveal the victor.

Many people’s hearts pounded, and their breathing turned heavy. Their gazes were fixed on Qin Cang and Jian Qi’s arena.

It was as if the only thing remaining in the world was their duel.

Qin Cang’s icy gaze shot toward Jian Qi. His overwhelming demonic might instantly erupted and blossomed, suppressing the area.

“Very good, Jian Qi, I finally meet you. Honestly, I wouldn’t have minded Chen Fan either. This ends here. You won’t leave alive.”

Swish, swish, swish...

An intense sword qi storm materialized around Jian Qi, ripping through the space. His Sword Will was sharp and indomitable, slicing through the atmosphere with a force that seemed capable of splitting the sky itself.

“Shameless boaster, in this battle, I’ll use your fresh blood to tell everyone why the Peerless Peak is called peerless!” Jian Qi’s words were boundlessly domineering, not giving an inch.

“Big words mean nothing,” Qin Cang sneered, eyes narrowed with malice. “True power speaks louder than any boast. Die!”

Before Jian Qi’s voice faded, Qin Cang had already launched his attack. Stepping forth, he channeled his terrifying demonic art like a peerless devil from hell. The roar of demonic spirits echoed, as if a legion of ancient devils joined Qin Cang’s strike, amplifying the might of his attack.