Chapter 77: The Grand Competition Ends

The immortal lords of the Immortal Alliance paid their respects to the earliest, damaged, scrap-copper-and-rotten-iron version of the Taichu Sword. In their hearts, they could not help but feel a deep, complicated, history-witnessing sort of emotion that left them sighing.

And on the arena of the Stargazing Platform.

Su Ming faced Gu Chun as though confronting a great enemy. Perhaps it was a sword cultivator’s intuition, but although he did not know the origins of the severely damaged greatsword in the other man’s hand, a feeling of wariness, even reverence, rose in his heart.

This sword was extraordinary.

Realizing this, Su Ming became even more alert, guarded, and cautious.

Although before he went onstage just now he had wildly bragged in front of Song Jifei, deep down he still knew what was what. Anyone who could make it this far and enter the final round was no simple person.

He was only bragging with his mouth. Young people liked saving face.

Gu Chun stood in front of Su Ming, his face full of bright, open laughter. He said to him in a careless, unconcerned way, “You draw first, so no one says I’m bullying the young.”

Hearing this, Su Ming immediately sneered.

He lifted his head and looked at Gu Chun before him, then said coldly, “You’ll regret that.”

“I won’t hold back!”

With a cold shout, Su Ming flicked the sword in his hand into a sword flower. sword qi burst out and attacked Gu Chun ahead of him.

Gu Chun stood there without moving, gripping that badly damaged greatsword in his hand. His body leaned forward, and he swung his sword ahead with force.

It brought up a fierce sword wind.

Clang—

A ringing sword cry sounded.

The greatsword struck heavily against the longsword in Su Ming’s hand. Instantly, a powerful force traveled from the sword into his hand, and Su Ming’s hand went numb from the shock.

His brows drew together at once, and inwardly he cried that this was bad. Su Ming’s heavy greatsword countered the light, sharp longsword in his hand.

Meeting force with force in a direct confrontation was not a wise move.

Realizing this, Su Ming decisively changed his strategy.

Gu Chun’s greatsword excelled in strength, but at the same time, it was not sharp enough and lacked agility. So Su Ming switched to attacking from the side. His figure was light and nimble like a swallow, and his sword moves were like fine rain, continuous and unbroken, attacking Gu Chun without leaving a gap.

Lin Yuchu, seated beneath the arena, watched the stage.

A few strange lights appeared in his eyes. He felt that this young man called Su Ming had a truly flexible body. Ordinary people could not perform those evasive movements.

Bending at the waist to dodge, leaping up, attacking from the air like a flying swallow.

Or slipping past at close range and narrowly avoiding the blow.

And other such difficult movements…

“Gu Chun has met his match.”

Lin Yuchu thought to himself that Gu Chun’s sword was broader and thicker than ordinary swords, and its edge was not sharp. Rather, it appeared more like a blunt weapon. It excelled through strength, through offensive momentum, presence, sword qi, sword intent… to defeat enemies.

Su Ming avoided a direct confrontation with Gu Chun and used agile footwork to run Gu Chun around, leaving Gu Chun with strength but nowhere to use it.

“But that’s all.”

Lin Yuchu thought that although this indeed allowed Su Ming to create trouble for Gu Chun and give him a headache, it could not change the final result.

Gu Chun’s attainments in the Sword Path surpassed his by far. Lin Yuchu had known this from the very beginning.

This person was truly remarkable.

Lin Yuchu looked at the arena ahead, where Gu Chun and Su Ming were locked in fierce combat. Su Ming had already fallen into the disadvantage, suppressed by Gu Chun and beaten one-sidedly.

To be able to wield such a severely damaged sword and fight his way here, standing on this arena—Gu Chun’s strength had been carved out by one sword strike after another.

Unlike the immortal lords of the Immortal Alliance, who had learned of the future in advance and thus had too many extraordinary conjectures about Gu Chun, the future Taichu Sword Master who would shake the world, granting him countless idealized and unfathomably profound evaluations—

Lin Yuchu saw it very clearly, and very simply.

Gu Chun cherished the sword in his hand very much. Or perhaps one could guess that precisely because he held this sword, he had stepped onto the path of a sword cultivator.

Without question, Gu Chun came from humble origins, one of the people at the very bottom. For him to reach today, he had relied entirely on his ruthlessness and resilience.

To him, the sword was not a divine weapon, not icing on the cake. It was a partner who fought alongside him. It was a weapon, and even more so, a partner.

His sword carried his Dao and his conviction.

No matter what that sword had been in the past, now it was merely Gu Chun’s sword.

Gu Chun had bestowed a new soul upon it.

It was Gu Chun’s companion.

Buzz—

A clear sword cry rang out.

Gu Chun gripped the greatsword in both hands and struck forward with all his strength, knocking Su Ming down from the air just as Su Ming tapped the tips of his toes and leapt up, pausing midair.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Gu Chun attacked. His sword stabbed fiercely beside Su Ming’s head. The enormous, powerful, sharp sword qi pierced Su Ming’s cheeks until they stung, and he instinctively tilted his head to dodge. Less than an inch from his head, that greatsword plunged straight into the solid, thick stone slabs of the arena, sinking three inches deep!

“What terrifying sword momentum!”

“It’s simply like the surging sea, unfathomably deep!”

“That sword looks so plain, yet it’s actually this powerful? No, the powerful one is the person wielding the sword.”

“…”

“…”

A wave of cries rose beneath the arena. The cultivators were all shocked by Gu Chun’s genuine, direct, and pure sword strength, sword momentum, and sword qi.

First there was Ye Li, then Lin Yuchu, and now another Gu Chun had appeared. These three were so strong they could practically contend with seniors. Perhaps their cultivation was still lacking, and their time spent cultivating was still short, but their talent and power in the Sword Path were enough to make countless seniors ashamed.

The strength of these three far exceeded that of their peers.

They were world-shocking geniuses rarely seen in ten thousand years.

Apart from them, Song Jifei and Su Ming were also young genius sword cultivators. Song Jifei’s Sword Path was crafty and strange, his movement so fast it was impossible to guard against. Su Ming’s Sword Path was agile as a swallow, sharply twisting in a hundred turns, continuous as fine rain, like an inescapable net.

This generation of rising Sword Path talents was truly extraordinary!

The next generation would likely soar straight upward, rising into the blue clouds.

Qin Chuan, Bai Luozhou, Lu Qingyuan, and Lou Qianxue were also present today, witnessing these two consecutive sword debates between young sword cultivators.

Even they had to admit that the youths of this generation were frighteningly strong.

Stronger than they had been back then, and even more outstanding.

Given time, these youths would likely catch up to their footsteps and become opponents they were wary of, as well as enemies they would compete against.

They could not slack off!

At that moment, Qin Chuan and the others all felt their spirits sharpen, and a deep sense of crisis pressed upon them.

—

On the arena.

“I lost.”

Su Ming said, “Then there’s nothing to be done.”

He suddenly lifted his head and looked at Gu Chun before him. With an utterly solemn face, he said, “Then the great mission of defeating that Great Demon King Lin Yuchu can only be entrusted to you!”

“Do not fail the trust we have placed in you.” Su Ming looked at him with great expectation and said, “Do your best, fellow Daoist!”

Hearing this, Gu Chun’s mouth immediately twitched. So after losing, this was what he wanted to say.

However, he had to admit that Su Ming’s mentality was truly good.

That alone was enough.

Gu Chun could not help giving a light laugh. Then he raised his head, looked at Su Ming before him, and said with the same solemn expression, “Rest assured, fellow Daoist. I will definitely beat that Lin Yuchu until he’s utterly defeated and unable to return!”

“…” Lin Yuchu, who was sitting beneath the arena.

Heh.

The corner of his lips curved upward, and an amused, meaningful expression appeared on his face as he stared at Gu Chun, who was practically floating on the arena.

Even if you fly into the heavens, I’ll still knock you down hard from the sky!

I’ll teach you how to behave.

And on the arena.

Su Ming was clearly very satisfied with Gu Chun’s answer. With a gratified expression, he said, “Since there is someone to carry on my last will, I can leave in peace.”

“You must, absolutely must use Lin Yuchu’s tears of humiliating defeat to commemorate my unyielding, shouting soul!” Su Ming said to him with deep emotion and expressive force. “I’ll be waiting.”

“…” Gu Chun.

There were too many things wrong with those words, and they were too embarrassing. He could not quite respond.

As expected, the realm of a late-stage chuunibyou patient was beyond ordinary people’s reach.

Su Ming came down from the arena. When he passed beside Song Jifei, he stopped.

He lifted his head, looked at Song Jifei before him, and said, “My apologies, fellow Daoist. I apologize in advance for the harm I will cause you later. Although saying this may not sound very good, I will not show you mercy!”

Su Ming said with a face full of killing intent, solemn and serious, “I absolutely will not allow myself to lose a second time!”

Song Jifei: “…”

Hearing this, he lifted his head and looked at him.

His pitch-black, deep eyes stared at him without moving. After a long while, he bared his teeth and smiled.

“!!!!!” Su Ming.

Scary!

His face filled with fright. Damn, are you a pervert? You scared me!

—

The final match, the last battle to determine the ultimate victor and champion of this young sword cultivators’ Sword Debate Grand Competition, would be between Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun.

Who would win?

“Hard to say.”

“This really is hard to say. Lin Yuchu has hidden himself too deeply. No one knows where the limit of his strength lies. He could draw upon the heavenly might of thunder and lightning to defeat the equally terrifyingly powerful Ye Li. Who knows how he’ll deal with Gu Chun? And that greatsword in Gu Chun’s hand is also difficult to handle. His greatsword counters most sword cultivators.”

“I hope it’s Gu Chun, because I bet on him winning.”

“I don’t know. Anyway, no matter who wins, I won’t be happy. Aren’t they on the same side?”

“…”

“…”

Beneath the arena.

The cultivators present were all making guesses and discussing Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun’s battle.

This was undoubtedly the most brilliant and dazzling final decisive battle.

The two people in this decisive battle, whether Lin Yuchu or Gu Chun, were both frighteningly strong, surpassing their peers.

Between them, who would emerge victorious?

No one dared to draw a conclusion. They were equally strong, equally terrifying, equally invincible, and their aura was astonishing.

Inside the Immortal Alliance.

There was also a breathless silence. No one spoke.

As for who would win between the young Rain Emperor and the young Taichu Sword Master, even these immortal lords, who knew the future, could not answer.

Or perhaps it should be said that precisely because they knew the future, they found it difficult to answer.

Taichu Sword Master and Rain Emperor—these two people, these two names, had already meant invincibility in the countless previous cycles.

And when these two invincible people collided—

When they clashed fiercely, who would be superior?

Before personally witnessing the result, no one could answer.

“Use the talisman stone to record it.”

Immortal Venerable Yuquan sighed and said to the person beside him.

No matter the final result, this battle clearly had extraordinary significance.

Countless people were waiting for the images of this duel.

And on the Stargazing Platform, atop the arena.

Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun stood facing each other.

Both of them held sharp swords, standing opposite one another.

This time—

They were opponents!

They were fighting for the one and only victory.

A battle of victory and defeat.

To everyone below the arena who knew the relationship between the two of them, this scene was rather distressing to watch.

From the very beginning, these two youths had appeared together, entered and exited together, eaten and drunk together.

Their friendship was deep. To call them friends felt shallow and simple.

And now, these two youths with such a deep bond had to fight to the bitter end and contend for victory. It inevitably made people sigh.

It was not as though there were no friends who turned against each other for fame, profit, and money.

What would they say?

The people beneath the arena could not help guessing inwardly, wondering what they would do.

In the end, what happened was beyond everyone’s expectations.

They said nothing.

Whether Lin Yuchu or Gu Chun, they stood on the arena, opposite each other, holding sharp swords and pointing them at one another.

Yet they did not say a word or make a sound.

They merely glanced at each other. Then, in the next instant—

They attacked at the same time.

At the same time, without the slightest hesitation, they drew their swords and attacked each other!

The battle was fierce.

Like two young and vigorous male lions under the blazing sun, fighting over rainwater and territory.

The arena instantly became a battlefield.

Sword howls, sword cries, the sound of blades colliding…

All of these turned into fierce war drums, beating high and loud.

The drums thundered in waves, their sound like thunder.

Rumble—

A peal of thunder sounded.

This sudden thunderclap startled the cultivators beneath the arena so sharply that their hearts trembled, and they came back to themselves.

Before this, they had actually been immersed in the battle between the two youths.

They had been pulled into the battlefield of those two young sword cultivators on the arena, where they fought fiercely against one another, and their minds had been shaken.

Only when the thunder roared and the swords howled—

Only then did the cultivators realize with shock that it was not an illusion. Lin Yuchu had drawn down thunder and lightning. The heavenly might of thunder and lightning descended straight from high above and poured into the sword in Lin Yuchu’s hand.

It made that ordinary, plain spiritual sword instantly become a thunderclap heavenly sword.

Borrowing the power of heaven, he forged a sword of thunder.

With the thunderclap heavenly sword, he opposed the Taichu Sword in Gu Chun’s hand.

Lin Yuchu swung his sword. As the sword moved, thunder and lightning accompanied it, bringing flashes of electricity and sparks all along the way. Thunder and lightning roared, and the sword bone rang unyieldingly!

Fierce and violent, like a storm, he attacked Gu Chun ahead of him.

And Gu Chun answered with an even more violent counterattack, like a wild storm.

Neither of them yielded to the other. They fought intensely.

The storm arrived, fierce winds howled, and thunder roared.

At this moment—

The battered and damaged greatsword in Gu Chun’s hand finally revealed one extraordinary corner of itself. Could a sword capable of contending with a thunderclap heavenly sword forged from thunder, one that acted on heaven’s behalf, truly be an ordinary sword?

Or perhaps it should be said that precisely because it was extraordinary, Lin Yuchu needed to borrow the might of heaven and the severity of thunder.

Otherwise, he could not defeat him.

Divine swords and immortal swords were not merely divine weapons.

They meant and symbolized powerful fortune and invincible strength.

They were undefeated!

Those who held divine swords and immortal swords had fortune added to them and possessed invincible power. That was why they could press forward without hesitation, triumphing in every battle, as though aided by the divine.

To overwhelm them, one could only overwhelm them in fortune and aura!

Break their momentum, and only then could one win.

This was precisely the purpose behind Lin Yuchu borrowing the heavenly might and thunder’s severity.

However, before Lin Yuchu did this, he had not thought this much, nor had he realized the reason behind it. He had simply wanted to do it, and so he did it.

His intuition told him he should do this. Subconsciously, he should do this.

So he did it.

Inside the Immortal Alliance.

“Ancient divine artifacts and immortal artifacts all possess the ability to suppress fortune. As the sword of innate origin, the Taichu Sword naturally can suppress fortune. As for the Rain Emperor…”

“He is fortune itself.”

…

…

On the arena.

Half an hour passed.

The arena had already become a field of ruins, destroyed over and over again.

The barrier had been reinforced over and over again by Sword Lord Nanming and Sword Master Longquan. Sword Lord Nanming’s face had turned green.

His eyes were wide as he stared at the two people ahead, still locked in fierce battle upon the ruins. In his heart, he shouted, Where did these two little monsters come from?

Such ability!

Each one more monstrous than the last.

In the end—

Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun directly abandoned everything and simply began competing in the Sword Path.

The purest contest of sword techniques.

Simple, clear, and dazzling.

Abandoning the ten thousand methods, returning to simplicity.

One sword breaks ten thousand methods!

The people beneath the arena were amazed by the sword techniques of the two of them. The light in their eyes grew brighter and brighter, and before their eyes was a brilliant, dazzling radiance.

Strong. Too strong!

It was as though they had been born understanding the Sword Path, as though they had spent an entire lifetime immersed in the Sword Path. Only then could they possess such sharp, pure swords.

This battle lasted from daybreak all the way until dusk, until the sun set.

Only then did it end with Gu Chun exhausted, his strength unable to continue, defeated by a single strike from Lin Yuchu.

Lin Yuchu slashed his sword toward Gu Chun’s neck, stopping one inch from his throat. “You lost.”

He looked at Gu Chun before him. At some unknown point, Gu Chun’s hair ribbon had snapped, and his long, pitch-black hair had fallen loose over his body. It made his handsome, fair face appear even more graceful as jade, beautiful like a woman. Lin Yuchu said coldly.

Gu Chun, meanwhile, had completely given up resisting. He held his sword in his hand.

He raised his head. His pitch-black eyes looked at Lin Yuchu, and the bright depths of his eyes reflected Lin Yuchu’s figure, like a spring of clear water, limpid and moving.

He gave Lin Yuchu a light laugh and said, “Ah, I lost.”

Then he reached up and smoothed his hair, complaining, “Why didn’t you admit defeat earlier? I was waiting for you to admit defeat the whole time, but in the end, I was the one who couldn’t hold on first.”

Hearing this—

Lin Yuchu looked at him, put away his sword, and said calmly, “Of course the most important thing for a man is endurance. How could I admit defeat first?”

“…” Gu Chun.

I never thought you were this kind of Lin Yuchu!

You actually make dirty jokes with such a serious face.

—

Even after Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun finished fighting, the entire area beneath the arena remained silent.

The cultivators present seemed not to have recovered yet, their gazes fixed on the arena ahead that had become a field of ruins.

In the crowd, Ye Li, dressed in a snow-white sword robe and carrying Liguang Sword on his back, lifted his head and stared at Lin Yuchu on the arena, his gaze locking onto him.

On his fair, handsome, yet coldly severe face, the corner of his lips suddenly curved. He gave a light, cold laugh. “As expected, you’re stronger than I imagined.”

Ye Li stared at Lin Yuchu ahead. “Just how much ability do you have? It really makes one look forward to it!”

“I want…”

“I want to force out all your strength! I want to defeat you and beat you. Winning against you would definitely be exciting!”

Ye Li felt both excited and furious inside.

That day, when Lin Yuchu fought him, he really had not used all his strength.

A sudden sense of humiliation rose in his heart. Was I looked down on?

So this was the reason you later targeted me and kept provoking me?

Later, after Lin Yuchu learned the reason Ye Li had always clung to him, provoked him, and sought him out to fight like an outright battle maniac, it turned out to be because Ye Li felt that when Lin Yuchu fought him in the Sword Path Grand Competition, Lin Yuchu had not used his full strength. When fighting Gu Chun, Lin Yuchu had used more effort and taken it more seriously. Thus, Ye Li felt he had been underestimated, so he kept provoking Lin Yuchu in order to make Lin Yuchu face him properly and fight him seriously with all his strength.

“…” Lin Yuchu.

Are you freaking masochistic?

Who asks to get beaten like this?

You say that as if you fought me seriously.

During the preliminaries of the Sword Path Grand Competition, Ye Li had clearly been in the wrong state. It was probably because he had just subdued Liguang Sword and had not yet adjusted properly with the divine sword, so his condition had been affected.

Lin Yuchu naturally would not take advantage of someone in a bad situation. Besides…

Ye Li had also held back. He had not used all his strength either!

So why do you get to criticize me like this?

You’re the least qualified one!

Inside the Immortal Alliance.

“The Rain Emperor won…”

“The Rain Emperor won…”

“The Rain Emperor won…”

The immortal lords stared at the Thousand-Li Mirror ahead, muttering, “As expected, the Rain Emperor is the strongest.”

“Even the Taichu Sword Master is no match for him? Who else can stop him!”

“Why am I not surprised by this result at all…”

Among the group of immortal lords who had already somewhat lost their wits, Immortal Venerable Yuquan still maintained the last traces of reason. He put away the talisman stone while calculating in his heart how many benefits he ought to exchange these talisman stones for. After all, when it came to matters related to the Rain Emperor, the Rain Emperor’s believers, followers, left and right arms, and admirers were always very generous.

He could make a huge profit.

At the same time, he calmly analyzed, “The Taichu Sword Master did not lose.”

“This match was actually a draw.”

“Neither the Rain Emperor nor the Taichu Sword Master could do anything to the other. So in the end, when their spiritual power was exhausted, they competed with sword moves and sword techniques.”

“The Rain Emperor’s sword moves were light and nimble, which gave him the advantage, while the Taichu Sword Master’s Sword Path consumed more strength. Therefore, the Taichu Sword Master exhausted himself one step earlier and lost.”

“But in reality, neither of them won. It was a draw.”

Hearing this, the immortal lords lifted their heads and looked at him with dead-eyed expressions.

“Even if you say that, you can’t comfort us. A newborn with no cultivation, no fortuitous encounters, and no memories—the young Rain Emperor—could fight the young Taichu Sword Master, who had continuous fortuitous encounters from childhood and powerful strength, to a draw. How terrifying is that!”

“Since his youth, the Taichu Sword Master had already dominated the cultivation world with no defeats.”

“…”

And Lin Yuchu, who could fight Gu Chun to a draw, meant that in the Sword Path, he was also…

“In the future, who else can stop him!”

Hearing this, Immortal Venerable Yuquan looked thoughtful. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, “Think on the bright side. Perhaps this is the Rain Emperor’s true strength.”

“What if the Rain Emperor, after bringing out his true strength and realizing what he is truly good at, no longer schemes to implement those enormous plans of his? Perhaps the crisis will vanish just like that, and the cultivation world will enjoy peace from then on!” Immortal Venerable Yuquan imagined a beautiful future aloud.

“…” The immortal lords.

Do you believe that yourself?

Put your hand on your conscience and tell me!

—

And on the Stargazing Platform.

Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun came down together from the arena that had become a field of ruins.

On the battlefield, the two of them were enemies. Off the battlefield, they were brothers. Fighting did not affect their brotherly affection at all. The scene was so harmonious that all it lacked was for them to throw arms around each other’s shoulders.

It left the cultivators who had worried they would turn against each other worrying for nothing.

Truly amazing. We measured the hearts of gentlemen with the minds of petty people. Sigh!

And beneath the arena.

Song Jifei and Su Ming stood there, their gazes fixed on the two of them.

Seeing the two approach, Su Ming immediately showed an expression full of admiration and said with a sighing, emotional tone, “I still underestimated you.”

Song Jifei pursed his lips and looked deeply at Lin Yuchu without speaking.

“But…” Su Ming’s tone shifted as he continued, “But you destroyed the arena to this state. Did you think about the people after you? How are we supposed to fight now?!”

Su Ming’s tone was somewhat on the verge of collapse as he said, “Couldn’t you two have shown a little mercy? At least leave it with a complete corpse!”

He almost could not stop himself from reaching up to hold his head. Although he had no hope for first or second place, he could still work hard to qualify with a third-place result!

Hearing this, Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun turned their heads together and glanced at the arena behind them, which had already become a field of ruins. Their faces immediately filled with guilt.

“Hahaha…” Gu Chun gave a few awkward laughs and forcefully explained, “Wasn’t it just that we lost control of our strength for a moment? By accident, it just…”

Su Ming stared at him with dead eyes.

“…” Gu Chun.

He instantly shut up.

Lin Yuchu: “…”

He glanced at the embarrassed Gu Chun, then at Su Ming, whose cold expression practically read, “I want to kill both of you,” and then at Song Jifei, who stood silently to the side. He felt that…

At times like this, one only needed to be quiet.

Say nothing, and quietly leave.

So he did not utter a sound. He lifted his foot and took a detour, preparing to quietly leave from the side and escape the crime scene.

However—

Just as his foot stretched out, sharp-eyed Gu Chun immediately reached out and grabbed him by the back of the collar. Gloomily, he said to him, “If we die, we die together. Don’t even think about sneaking off alone!”

“…” Lin Yuchu.

You plastic brotherhood!

I think this Gu Chun who grabbed me by the collar and refused to let me leave, dragging me to die with him, must be a fake Gu Chun!

In the end—

Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun stood dejectedly before Sword Lord Nanming, honestly and obediently listening as he gave them a severe scolding, not daring to talk back.

Instead, Lin Yunheng, who felt sorry for his son, could not bear to see Lin Yuchu suffer grievance and spoke up, “This isn’t their fault either. When people fight with magic, sometimes they can’t stop themselves in time. It’s normal.”

Lin Dad, who was very rich, extremely rich, and had lots and lots of money, waved his hand grandly and declared, “How much is it? I’ll pay.”

“…” Sword Lord Nanming, who had been scolding the two destructive brats.

He immediately stopped talking. He could not keep scolding now.

His face darkened at once.

With a pig teammate dragging him down and undermining him from the side, what else could he say?

With a livid face, Sword Lord Nanming turned toward the arena ahead that had become a field of ruins. With a flick of his sleeve, a silver-white light flew forward from his sleeve, and white light enveloped the entire arena.

The arena that had originally been a field of ruins began restoring itself at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to its initial appearance.

A completely intact arena appeared before everyone.

Seeing this, Lin Yunheng immediately said, “So you were still hiding this move. Then why didn’t you say so earlier? Why waste so much effort?”

Hearing this, Sword Lord Nanming simply wanted to roll his eyes at him.

Don’t think I don’t know. You’re only favoring that precious son of yours and can’t bear to have me scold him.

But could he not be scolded?

If he was already tearing down arenas now, what about later? Wouldn’t he tear down my Sword Alliance!

That was right. Sword Lord Nanming had been delighted by the sight of talent. Whether it was Lin Yuchu or Gu Chun, both were once-in-ten-thousand-years Sword Path prodigies, future pillar talents of the Sword Path.

Such talents had to be pulled into his Sword Alliance and carefully cultivated. Once the little saplings grew into towering trees, they could shine and give off heat for the great cause of the Sword Path.

Precisely because he valued them, Sword Lord Nanming cared. If it were anyone else, see if he would waste another word.

But he was too lazy to explain all this to Lin Yunheng. This fellow, whose head was filled entirely with his son and who spoiled his son without limits, could not be reasoned with.

However, thanks to Lin Yunheng’s interruption, Sword Lord Nanming could not continue scolding.

He could only let Lin Yuchu and Gu Chun go. With a stern face, he shouted toward the arena ahead, “Continue!”

Having achieved his goal, Lin Yunheng immediately winked at Lin Yuchu beside him, revealing a smug expression as if asking for credit.

Lin Yuchu: “…”

Fine. For the sake of the fact that you really did help a lot this time.

Rarely, Lin Yuchu gave him a kind smile.

“…” Lin Yunheng.

Damn! Oh my god, why is Little Chu smiling at me so gloomily? Did he discover it?

So he’s angry?!

“…” Lin Yuchu.

Seeing Lin Yunheng’s instant frightened expression, the smile on Lin Yuchu’s face immediately vanished.

Expressionless. Cold JPG.

Looks like you only deserve my cold smile, cold face, and cold snort!

The arena was restored to perfect condition.

The interrupted finals continued.

Song Jifei would fight Su Ming, and between the two of them, third and fourth place would be decided.

The top three young sword cultivators in the Sword Path Grand Competition could enter the strongest Sword Peak of the Kunlun Sword Sect.

In the end—

Song Jifei won and obtained this slot.

Su Ming lost and placed fourth.

This Sword Path Grand Competition officially came to a close, ending perfectly.

Lin Yuchu became champion.

His name was engraved on the sword stele in Bright Moon Capital’s Sword Path plaza.

This was his first time, and it was also the first name under his name in the cultivation world. It was the beginning of his formal entry into the cultivation world, the starting point of his immortal path.

Beneath his name, Gu Chun’s name was engraved.

This was another beginning entirely different from the previous cycles. Originally, Lin Yuchu’s name should not have appeared here, and Gu Chun should have been first.

This Sword Path Grand Competition was destined to be extraordinary.

After the battle between young sword cultivators ended, along with all kinds of events from the Sword Path Grand Competition, the names of Lin Yuchu, Gu Chun, Ye Li… and the others spread throughout the entire cultivation world.

They were mentioned again and again.

Later on—

This Sword Path Grand Competition became an unprecedented legend.

A gathering of heroes, a collection of geniuses, the beginning of a legend.

From then on, a new era began.

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