119: Chapter 119 The Fifth Life, The Blazing Sun Illuminates the Martial Path (Sixty-Seven)

"It's Han Bing!

I heard he's the most outstanding genius among the inner disciples of the Ice and Snow Holy Land this generation, born with an Ice Spirit Body.

If his luck had been slightly better, he would have been a Core Disciple. By now, he would probably have the cultivation of the mid-to-late Stone Skin Realm."

"No wonder he's so arrogant. But what's going on with the ground at his feet? How can someone in the Stone Skin Realm cause frost?"

"I don't know, maybe it's due to his constitution. Isn't Senior Brother Liu also bathed in flames?"

On the VIP platform, the Zhaoyang Peak Master frowned slightly and looked at Peak Master Xue Qinghan of the Ice and Snow Holy Land, saying, "Peak Master Xue, this disciple of yours certainly has a big mouth."

Peak Master Xue Qinghan leaned back in her chair and smiled slightly, her tone carrying a hint of coldness: "Children are young and vigorous; they don't know how to measure their words.

However, what he said isn't a lie. Among the disciples of this generation, there are indeed few who can surpass him."

Clearly, when facing the others from the Great Sun Holy Land, Peak Master Xue Qinghan had reverted to her usual cold demeanor.

Peak Master Lieyang held his teacup and took a gentle sip, his expression calm, as if he hadn't heard the provocation on the stage at all.

"Fine!" Faced with Han Bing's provocation, Liu Jie agreed immediately; he had no choice but to agree.

"Hmph, you have guts.

I won't take advantage of you; I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to adjust your breathing and recover."

Having said that, Han Bing walked to the other side of the arena, closing his eyes to rest with an incomparably aloof expression.

On the other side, Liu Jie did not act conceited either. He immediately sat down cross-legged, took out a bottle of healing pills from his bosom, and quickly began to adjust his breathing and recover.

Soon, the incense stick burned out, the last wisp of smoke dissipated, and the tense atmosphere on the arena instantly reached its peak.

Liu Jie put everything away, stood up calmly, faced Han Bing, and cupped his hands in a salute, "Please!"

Subsequently, he slowly tightened his grip on the long saber in his hand, his footsteps steady as he stepped onto the stone slabs of the arena.

The blood and qi in his body surged, the physical strength of the Stone Skin Realm fully concentrated, his eyes locked firmly onto Han Bing opposite him, not daring to be even slightly careless.

The temperature in his palms spread along the blade, and a faint crimson flame instantly swirled around the saber.

It couldn't be called a raging inferno, but it emitted a scorching heat, causing the air around him to distort slightly.

This was the innate constitution phenomenon of his Fire Spirit Body; it lacked the power to injure from a distance, but it allowed his weapon to carry a certain scorching momentum, making his moves appear even more fierce and powerful.

On the other side of the arena, Han Bing also slowly opened his eyes. There was no overwhelming aura around him; he simply raised his hand and grasped the long sword at his waist.

The moment his fingertips touched the hilt, a layer of crystalline thin ice instantly covered the blade, fine frost slowly spread along the edge, and a layer of faint ice crystals appeared on the stone slabs under his feet.

The natural phenomenon of the Ice Spirit Body was fully displayed; this bone-chilling coldness further highlighted his distant and aloof aura.

He stood upright in place, his expression indifferent, as if the battle before him was merely a trivial matter.

The next second, both of them moved simultaneously.

There were no earth-shattering waves of energy, no means to fight from mid-air; there was only the collision of the purest physical strength and weapon techniques of Stone Skin Realm cultivators, with every move aimed squarely at the opponent.

Liu Jie initiated the attack, stomping hard on the ground, his figure suddenly rushing forward. He slashed horizontally with the long saber in his hand, the flames on the blade swirling with the movement, carrying a fierce sound of breaking wind, aiming straight for Han Bing's waist.

Before the wind of the blade arrived, the scorching heat hit his face first. Han Bing shifted his feet lightly, his figure nimbly turning to the side, barely dodging this fierce slash.

Subsequently, the long sword in his hand unsheathed smoothly, the tip as fast as lightning, pointing straight at the wrist Liu Jie used to hold the saber.

The frost on the sword blade rushed towards him, and Liu Jie hurriedly retracted his saber to block.

A "clang" of metal clashing vibrated, making one's eardrums tremble. Flames and frost instantly intertwined where the saber and sword met, bursting out wisps of white mist.

Both were shaken by the physical force of the other, their arms slightly numb, each retreating half a step, the web between their thumbs and forefingers aching.

In the blink of an eye, the two were locked in combat again.

The saber light flashed; every hack and slash carried swirling flames.

Liu Jie's moves were fierce and overbearing, relying on his formidable physical strength to crush the opponent. His fists, kicks, and palm techniques coordinated with the saber's momentum, with every move forcing its way toward vital points, fully displaying his intrepid courage.

Sword shadows flickered; every thrust and block was covered in freezing frost.

Han Bing's moves were agile and tricky, his sword path precise and ruthless. He further utilized the coldness of the Ice Spirit Body to stabilize his stance, keeping the speed of his sword moves at their peak, and his physical reactions were also a fraction faster.

On the arena, the sound of metal clashing was incessant; flames and frost constantly collided and intertwined, with white vapor billowing and filling the air.

The two were evenly matched in strength, both having the physical cultivation of the mid-Stone Skin Realm. After fighting for over a hundred moves, both were slightly panting.

Their arms and shoulders had been grazed by the opponent's weapon, leaving shallow wounds, the skin and flesh stinging with pain.

However, having fought several matches before, Liu Jie's physical exertion was gradually increasing. His saber momentum became slightly sluggish, his forehead was covered in sweat, and the flame phenomenon around his body had faded somewhat.

Although Han Bing's breathing was also unsteady, the freezing sensation inherent to the Ice Spirit Body could slightly soothe his physical fatigue, giving him superior stamina.

His sword moves remained as sharp as ever, and his aloof expression had not changed in the slightest.

It was another head-on collision between saber and sword. Liu Jie used the recoil, leaped into the air, poured all his physical strength into it, and slashed down fiercely with his saber from above.

The flames on the saber blade instantly surged, their momentum even greater than before; this was a strike with all his might.

Han Bing's eyes narrowed slightly; he did not dodge or avoid. He stepped on and shattered the thin ice on the ground, his figure suddenly sliding to the side, precisely avoiding the edge of the saber.

At the same time, he flipped his wrist. The long sword, using the momentum of his turn, thrust out as fast as a shooting star. The tip, carrying bone-chilling frost, instantly struck the muscle on Liu Jie's shoulder.

The icy power instantly invaded his shoulder; Liu Jie felt half of his shoulder suddenly stiffen, his muscles frozen and temporarily losing their strength.

His arm holding the saber suddenly faltered, and most of his force leaked away instantly.

Han Bing seized this fleeting opening, flicked his wrist, and the spine of the sword followed through, striking Liu Jie's chest horizontally.

Instantly, a concentrated force erupted. Liu Jie could no longer stand steadily, his figure staggering back several steps before falling heavily onto the arena.

The long saber in his hand also flew out of his grip, rolling to the side.

The victor had been decided!

Han Bing slowly sheathed his sword, the frost on the blade gradually melting, leaving only a hint of coolness on his fingertips.

He lowered his eyes to look at Liu Jie, who was struggling to get up while bracing himself against the ground. His expression remained indifferent and aloof, but a trace of appreciation flickered in the depths of his eyes.

His thin lips parted slightly, his tone flat and waveless, as he uttered only two words: "Not bad."

As his voice fell, he turned and walked back to the side of the arena, preparing to meet the next opponent.

From beginning to end, his back remained straight, and the aloofness and arrogance between his brows had not diminished by even a fraction, as if this victory was merely expected.

Below the stage, the crowd in the plaza whispered among themselves.

"I didn't expect Senior Brother Liu to actually lose; this Han Bing is so strong!"

"Wow! Senior Brother Han is so handsome, and Senior Brother Liu isn't bad either. If both of them fell in love with me at the same time, what should I do? It's so conflicting!"

"You obsessed fool! Get lost! That's someone from the Ice and Snow Holy Land, our opponent!"

"It's a pity for Senior Brother Liu. After all, the previous battles drained his energy, causing him to lose in this battle of ice and fire. It's not a lack of skill!"

Just at this moment, a shout came from below the stage.