Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 282: One Sword! Dual Cultivation!

Ye Qi’s spear force was like lightning. The dazzling spear radiance aimed straight for Luo Cheng’s chest, as if it wanted to impale him and pierce through his very heart, exuding an unstoppable killing intent!

At the critical moment, a flash of sharp light gleamed in Luo Cheng’s eyes. Essence Energy on his body faintly formed the shape of a massive cauldron, and he threw out a fierce punch that collided head-on with the spear radiance.

Boom!

The two overpowering forces clashed violently, and the impact instantly shattered the ground around them!

The two figures separated as quickly as they had engaged.

Ye Qi couldn’t stop the force and skidded backward, leaving deep marks on the ground beneath his feet.

Luo Cheng retreated lightly and effortlessly. Looking at Ye Qi, his aura became elusive, like drifting clouds in the sky. He said calmly:

"There’s still one more move."

"You think you can kill me in one move? Ha! It’s you who’ll die!"

Ye Qi’s face flushed with frustration and anger. His expression twisted into a cold sneer as he frantically circulated his Essence Energy.

"Lonely Star Over Moon!"

With a furious roar, Ye Qi stomped hard, causing the ground within a three-zhang radius to collapse and crack instantly!

"Die!"

Ye Qi leaped into the air, his spear surging with a spiral gun power. He charged at Luo Cheng like a meteor cutting across the night sky, carrying an unmatched momentum.

Facing this fatal strike, Luo Cheng remained indifferent. Without a sound, the Flame Trace Sword left its sheath and fell into his hand.

Instantly, Luo Cheng’s previously serene demeanor shifted sharply. An awe-inspiring sword force erupted from his body.

Whoosh!

Fixing his gaze on the trajectory of the spear’s radiance, Luo Cheng’s figure flickered, and his sword stabbed forward.

This sword was both sharp and ethereal, carrying an illusory quality. It was like an intangible celestial wind, drifting mountain clouds—without constant form, without fixed shape, containing only an explosive and devastating power!

Slash!

The fierce spear radiance brushed past Luo Cheng, cutting off a few strands of his hair.

At the same time, Ye Qi’s figure froze beside Luo Cheng.

In the next moment.

Slash!

A stunning spray of blood erupted. A thin red line appeared on Ye Qi’s neck.

Clang.

The Flame Trace Sword returned to its sheath. Luo Cheng said flatly, "I said two moves to kill you, and it’s two moves to kill you."

"You..."

Ye Qi’s eyes widened in disbelief. He strained to turn his head, but his vision went black, and his head rolled cleanly off his neck.

Until his death, he couldn’t comprehend how he had lost!

The majority of people were stunned, their mouths agape.

It was a long while before anyone managed to speak.

"Two moves to kill Ye Qi! He really did as he said!"

"Incredible! I almost forgot he was a swordsman since he didn’t draw his sword earlier!"

"Not just any swordsman. That sword just now, whether in speed, timing, or sword force, was extraordinary. His Sword Dao Realm has clearly reached an extremely advanced level. Possibly high-level Sword Heart or even Sword Heart Perfection!"

"Hiss! Sword Heart Perfection! If that’s the case, he wasn’t even taking the earlier fight seriously."

"Not only is his physical body overwhelmingly strong, but his Sword Dao cultivation is also frighteningly deep. How terrifying is this!"

Luo Cheng suddenly drawing his sword sent shockwaves through all the onlookers.

Even some seasoned martial artists couldn’t hide their astonished expressions.

After all, in his previous matches, Luo Cheng relied entirely on his formidable physical strength, demonstrating a physique on par with the peak cross-training martial artists.

Though the sword just now lasted only an instant—a flash of lightning—it was enough for sharp-eyed observers to discern that Luo Cheng’s Sword Dao Realm was extraordinary, possibly at Sword Heart Perfection!

Everyone knew refining the body and comprehending the Sword Dao were both painstaking processes, requiring immense time and effort. Balancing both was nearly impossible.

"This is too exaggerated! Unbelievable! Dual cultivation of body and sword, and both reaching such profound realms—even a super genius awakened with Spirit Martial Soul couldn’t achieve this!"

The crowd stared in shock, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

In the VIP viewing box, Amu froze in place.

In such a short span, Luo Cheng’s performance had repeatedly shattered her understanding!

She thought to herself, with her current cultivation in the Tongxuan Realm Second Layer, she wouldn’t even be able to withstand a single move!

Luo Yao took a light breath, her beautiful eyes shimmering with admiration. "In terms of Sword Dao talent, he could be described as a genius sword cultivator rarely seen in decades!"

She alone knew that Luo Cheng had only embarked on the path of sword cultivation five months ago.

To reach Sword Heart Perfection in such a short time was truly mind-boggling!

Among all the prodigies and monsters she had ever encountered, he could undoubtedly rank among the best.

"Sword Heart Perfection! Impossible!"

On the Crown Prince Hall’s side, Qi Guyun’s fists clenched tightly. His face was incredibly dark.

Among the Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Disciples, the only swordsman openly known to have achieved Sword Heart Perfection was Qi Guyun himself!

This sense of superiority had always made Qi Guyun consider himself unrivaled among the younger generation. In his eyes, only Yan Qingshuang of the Luoxia Sect could match him.

And now, he had to add Luo Cheng to the equation!

A piece of trash—what right did he have to stand on equal footing with him!

Ren Xiaoguang noticed Qi Guyun’s expression and quickly said, "Don’t worry, Brother Qi. Trash is trash! No matter what he comprehends, today he’s a dead man walking!"

Qi Guyun nodded, a ferocious gleam flashing in his eyes. His voice was cold and sinister:

"Spread the word—no matter who faces Luo Cheng next, kill him at all costs!"

The tournament continued.

Luo Cheng’s duel with Ye Qi had been so shocking that many were still caught in its aftermath, finding it hard to focus on the ongoing battles.

Soon, the second round was over.

The third round of drawing lots began.

Many glanced at Luo Cheng, anticipating his next duel to see what other surprises might unfold.

This time, Luo Cheng drew Xue Yan, ranked thirty-ninth, who was not a member of the Crown Prince Hall.

"I forfeit!"

Xue Yan ascended the stage, glanced at Luo Cheng, and decisively conceded.

With this, Luo Cheng easily secured another two points, bringing his total to six points!

Then came the fourth round.

The fifth round!

The sixth round!

The seventh round!

In these rounds, none of Luo Cheng’s opponents were members of the Crown Prince Hall, and they all surrendered immediately. One of them was even ranked thirty-third on the Top Hundred List!

To this, no one was surprised.

After all, the scene of Luo Cheng vanquishing Ye Qi in just two moves was too overwhelming.

Then came the eighth round.

"Ring Three: Luo Cheng versus Su Ji!"

Hearing this, Luo Cheng’s gaze turned cold.

He had already studied the entire Top Hundred rankings. Su Ji, ranked thirty-eighth, was a member of the Crown Prince Hall!

Without wasting words, Luo Cheng ascended the stage.

Su Ji, a youth with upward-curving eyebrows, glanced at Luo Cheng with a flicker of fear in his eyes before sneering coldly. "Luo Cheng, your strength is impressive. Unfortunately, for offending our Crown Prince Hall, you’ll die today without a doubt!"

Holding the Flame Trace Sword, Luo Cheng’s gaze was as sharp as a blade, cutting through to one’s soul. He smiled faintly:

"I don’t know whether I’ll die or not, but your fate is sealed."

Su Ji, intimidated by Luo Cheng’s eyes, swallowed hard and shouted:

"I surre—"

Before he could finish.

Luo Cheng struck.

Whoosh!

The Flame Trace Sword vanished, leaving only a dazzling streak of sword light, executed with divine precision!

Slash!

The razor-sharp Sword Qi pierced through Su Ji’s mouth, dragging red and white tissue in its wake, and shot out the back of his head.