Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 286: The Tenth Round! Coincidence!

The sixth round of matches, apart from the battle between Luo Cheng and Xue Mei, was relatively uneventful. Either someone forfeited outright, or the disparity in rank and strength between the contestants was so vast that fights ended in mere seconds.

Next up was the seventh round.

Luo Cheng drew another member of Crown Prince Hall.

"I forfeit!"

Just as Luo Cheng was about to step onto the stage, his opponent openly surrendered, leaving him no chance to act.

Luo Cheng shrugged and sat back down.

The eighth round!

The ninth round!

Three rounds in a row, Luo Cheng drew Crown Prince Hall members!

Yet, upon seeing that their opponent was Luo Cheng, those high-and-mighty, always arrogant Crown Prince Hall members didn’t dare step onto the stage. One by one, they conceded defeat without fighting.

Witnessing this, the audience wasn’t particularly surprised.

The battle between Luo Cheng and Xue Mei ended abruptly, but it revealed the terrifying might of Human Sword Integration!

His sword skills were fast, precise, ruthless, and zeroed in on weaknesses. Without absolute strength, a single misstep would result in being instantly defeated with one strike!

Watching another opponent concede, Luo Cheng glanced mockingly at the Crown Prince Hall members:

"They call the Crown Prince Hall members prodigal youths of glory, but now it seems they’re nothing extraordinary. None of them even dares to face me, someone with an awakened Wasted Martial Soul. What a bunch of useless trash!"

With a cold chuckle, Luo Cheng sat down with an indifferent expression.

"Despicable!"

The Crown Prince Hall members present all turned livid, their faces pale with fury.

Especially those who had surrendered voluntarily, their faces alternated between red and white, as ugly as you could imagine.

They had always been the ones trampling over others!

When had they ever endured such humiliation?

However, Luo Cheng’s strength filled them with dread, leaving them unable to retort. The bitterness of their dishonor could only be swallowed whole!

Though Luo Cheng didn’t get the chance to fight in the ninth round, there was still an intense highlight match.

Dong Qingyuan, ranked twenty-first, faced Teng Yanjie, ranked twenty-second!

Dong Qingyuan was a swordsman, with a Sword Dao Realm reaching High-level Sword Heart. His mastery of the Splitting Shadow Sword Technique was exceptional—when he swung his sword, the arena was filled with an endless flow of illusory and real sword forms, leaving opponents dazed and defenseless!

Teng Yanjie, meanwhile, was a member of Crown Prince Hall. His weapon was a pair of short spears, and his techniques were unflinchingly domineering. The spears danced like wind, impenetrable in defense and ruthless in attack, effortlessly nullifying every trace of Dong Qingyuan’s Splitting Shadow Sword Energy!

The fight between the two was ferocious, with their exchanges ripping the arena apart, leaving it riddled with fractures and scars from the colliding Qi forces!

After over three hundred moves, neither fighter could claim victory.

Seeing that the battle was dragging on without resolution, the referee—an Elder—declared the match a draw.

With the conclusion of Dong Qingyuan and Teng Yanjie’s duel came the end of the ninth round.

After a brief respite, it was time for the tenth round!

"Arena Three, Luo Cheng versus Teng Yanjie!"

Luo Cheng had initially thought his opponent would forfeit yet again, but unexpectedly, Teng Yanjie only hesitated briefly before flying up to Arena Three.

Witnessing this, the audience turned their fiery gazes toward Arena Three, their excitement palpable, eager for what was to come!

"Another Crown Prince Hall member’s going to face Luo Cheng! Who knows which of them will come out on top!"

"If Luo Cheng could defeat Xue Mei with one sword strike, Teng Yanjie probably won’t stand a chance either! A swordsman who’s mastered Human Sword Integration has reached a wholly new level of strength. To put it plainly, mastering Human Sword Integration is what truly marks one’s entry into the higher realms of Sword Dao!"

"Don’t exaggerate. While mastery of Human Sword Integration is undoubtedly extraordinary, Luo Cheng is still only at Tongxuan Realm Second Layer! Furthermore, Teng Yanjie’s twin spears are formidable—his transitions between offense and defense are seamless. Even Dong Qingyuan, ranked twenty-first, couldn’t defeat him!"

"Stop speculating! Who’s stronger will be decided in mere moments!"

The audience erupted in debate, many supporting Luo Cheng, while others firmly backed Teng Yanjie.

Luo Cheng ascended the stage, his momentum sharp and fierce.

"Luo Cheng, don’t think mastering Human Sword Integration makes you invincible! There’s no way I’ll forfeit without a fight again!"

Teng Yanjie stared at Luo Cheng, his voice betraying hidden fear, though his attitude was defiant.

Watching Xue Mei be defeated with a single sword strike had certainly left him shaken, but to surrender without a fight and acknowledge defeat—that was too humiliating!

Moreover, being ranked twenty-second on the Top Hundred List gave him confidence. He convinced himself that—even if he couldn’t best Luo Cheng—he could at least retreat from the fight intact.

Teng Yanjie had already decided: he would unleash a killing move as soon as the battle began, and if overwhelmed, he’d withdraw from the stage at once!

In this way, even a loss wouldn’t be too disgraceful!

Luo Cheng sneered; he had already pieced together most of Teng Yanjie’s intent.

The plan was sound, but tragically, it was misplaced.

"Fight!"

Without unnecessary words, Luo Cheng drew the Flame Trace Sword, unleashing a sharp, blazing sword momentum that stirred the winds and clouds.

Feeling this sword aura, a flicker of regret flashed through Teng Yanjie’s heart—regret for stepping onto the stage.

That instant of regret turned abruptly into fury!

"Catch my move!"

With a roar, Teng Yanjie released his Martial Soul, his momentum soaring as he gripped both spears and leapt into the air.

"Extreme Fire Burning!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hovering mid-air, Teng Yanjie spiraled downward, his eyes locked onto Luo Cheng, his twin spears flaring with countless spear beams, dozens to hundreds exploding forth in an instant!

Each spear beam was overwhelmingly aggressive, resembling meteorites plummeting from the heavens, completely sealing the space surrounding Luo Cheng!

"Whoa, Extreme Fire Burning! Teng Yanjie’s opening move is a killing blow! He used this exact move earlier to almost knock Dong Qingyuan out of the arena!"

The audience erupted in astonishment.

Just moments prior, Teng Yanjie’s fight against Dong Qingyuan had left a deep impression with this very attack—not only was it almost impossible to avoid, but once locked on, it subjected its target to wave after relentless wave of devastating strikes, without end!

As the crowd speculated, Luo Cheng remained eerily calm, only moving to strike once the waves of spear beams converged.

"Heavenly Fall Second Form Cloud Stabilization!"

With a movement of Luo Cheng’s arm, clusters of sword light cascaded like drifting clouds down a mountain stream, flickering unpredictably.

Accompanied by metallic ringing, the overwhelming spear beams dissipated one after another, residual sword energy swirling toward Teng Yanjie!

"What!"

Teng Yanjie couldn’t believe his eyes—his killing move had been neutralized so easily!

Panic gripped his heart as he quickly shifted to defense, his twin spears spinning into an impenetrable sphere, breaking apart every approaching strand of sword energy before propelling himself toward the edge of the arena!

If he could leave the stage, Luo Cheng wouldn’t be able to attack him!

"Stay!"

Luo Cheng’s pupils contracted slightly as the Flame Trace Sword struck like lightning.

Under Teng Yanjie’s incredulous gaze, the sword light passed through the gaps in his impenetrable sphere of spear beams!

Schlick!

Blood sprayed; Teng Yanjie’s head flew clean off, his wide-open eyes frozen in disbelief. He couldn’t fathom that he had met his end!

"How’s that possible? Teng Yanjie was killed so effortlessly!"

On the spectator stands, the Outer Disciples stared dumbfounded, mouths agape.

Teng Yanjie’s reputation was undisputed; during full defense mode, his twin spears formed an impregnable barrier akin to a tortoise shell!

Even Dong Qingyuan, ranked twenty-first, had been helpless against it. But before Luo Cheng, it was utterly useless—a single strike had decided it!

Many seasoned experts who had spotted the intricacies of the move were equally stunned—the realization only heightened the shock!

Luo Cheng’s sword had pierced through a gap in Teng Yanjie’s defenses!

But the intervals between spear beams didn’t follow any pattern, each moving at varying speed—discovering a flaw and threading sword energy through it in an instant required unparalleled perception, precision, reflexes, timing, and mastery at a near-omniscient level. Even the slightest error would lead to failure!

"Must have been luck!"

Someone exclaimed.

Such a feat, even for a swordsman immersed in Sword Dao for decades, would be nearly impossible!

For a mere teenager to achieve it otherwise seemed simply absurd!