181: Song Yu enters the stage

Lin Feng's gaze fell downwards, a smile appearing in his eyes as he watched Mo Fengwu's solemn and imposing demeanor.

He turned his head to Elder Ding and spoke calmly.

"Elder Ding has a Wisdom Eye."

"These years, I have indeed gained a little."

His words were calm, but to Fire Dragon Child and Elder Ding, they were nothing short of a thunderclap.

The expressions on their faces instantly froze.

Breaking through from the Early Stage to the Middle Stage of Nascent Soul in less than thirty years?

What a terrifying Cultivation speed!

The two of them had been stuck in the Early Stage of Nascent Soul for nearly two hundred years, unable to even touch the threshold of Early Stage Perfection.

Comparing oneself to others can be infuriating.

For a moment, an indescribable sense of frustration welled up in the hearts of the two old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years. They exchanged glances, seeing the bitterness in each other's eyes, and tacitly said no more, turning their gazes back to the arena below.

At this moment, the Foundation Establishment Stage arena battles of the Three Sects Competition had already begun.

The competition adopted a challenge system, which concerned the distribution ratio of various resources in the Cloud Dream Mountain Range among the three sects for the next few decades. In the previous competition, Hundred Skill House was first, Ancient Sword Sect was second, and Falling Cloud Sect was relegated to last place.

As expected, after several matches, the one standing on the arena was still a Late Stage Foundation Establishment Disciple from Hundred Skill House.

His Cultivation Technique was broad and powerful, with astonishing defense. Disciples from Falling Cloud Sect and Ancient Sword Sect successively challenged him, but all were defeated by his formidable strength.

Song Yu stood behind Mo Fengwu, her delicate fists already clenched as she watched her sect's Disciples continuously lose.

She took a step forward and respectfully asked Mo Fengwu's back: "Elder Mo, Disciple requests to fight!"

Due to outsiders being present, it was not appropriate for her to address Mo Fengwu as Sister Mo.

Mo Fengwu frowned slightly, feeling a bit hesitant.

Hundred Skill House still had several Perfection Foundation Establishment Disciples holding the line who had not yet entered the fray. If Song Yu went up now, she would certainly win, but she might also be drained of a large amount of Magical Power by the opponent's attrition tactics, which would be detrimental to the subsequent battles.

Just as she hesitated, a gentle voice resonated directly in her heart.

"Phoenix Dance, let her go."

It was Lin Feng's voice!

Mo Fengwu's heart stirred, and she instantly made a decision.

She turned sideways, nodded to Song Yu, and quietly instructed: "Be careful. Hundred Skill House excels in defense. Do not engage them in a head-on battle of attrition."

Immediately after, she transmitted a message in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Junior Sister Song, Elder Lin is watching from somewhere. Good luck!"

Boom!

Song Yu felt a surge of hot blood rush to her head, her mind shaking violently.

Elder Lin... he's been watching me!

Then this battle, she not only had to win, but she also had to win beautifully! Win decisively and cleanly!

On the arena, the Hundred Skill House Disciple who had won several consecutive matches was full of vigor. He scanned the audience below, his voice like a resounding bell.

"Is there any other Fellow Daoist willing to offer guidance?!"

Before his words finished, a green figure, like a feather, lightly landed opposite him.

The large man from Hundred Skill House saw that the one who came on stage was a beautiful Heavenly Immortal-like girl, whose cultivation seemed to have just broken through to the Late Stage of Foundation Establishment. He couldn't help but grin and laugh loudly.

"Haha! Is Falling Cloud Sect out of people? To actually send a Junior Sister up?"

His voice was rough, carrying a hint of disdain.

However, as soon as his words fell, he felt a cold gaze fall upon him.

He looked up and met Mo Fengwu's Phoenix eyes, which held a chilling intent, from the high platform of Falling Cloud Sect.

The big man's heart skipped a beat, the smile on his face instantly froze, and he quickly cupped his hands towards the high platform.

"Uh... Disciple spoke out of turn, I hope Elder Mo will forgive me!"

Only then did he remember that the one sitting opposite was a Core Formation female Elder.

Song Yu, however, seemed oblivious to all this.

At this moment, in her eyes and heart, there was only her opponent in front of her, and that figure watching her from somewhere.

She wanted to respond to that expectation with the most perfect victory!

"The match begins!"

The moment the attendant's voice sounded, Song Yu moved.

No probing, no circumvention.

She lightly twirled her jade fingers, and the green Flying Sword broke out of its sheath. Instead of transforming into a shocking rainbow, it became like a wisp of green smoke, merging into the air.

Seeing this, the big man did not dare to be negligent. He immediately roared, and a thick, earthy yellow light shield appeared in front of him. At the same time, he unleashed his Magical Artifact, a large earthy yellow hammer, ready to meet the attack.

But his Divine Sense swept across the entire arena, yet he completely lost track of the Flying Sword.

"What's going on?!"

His heart was greatly alarmed.

Just as he was distracted, a cold sensation was already pressed against his neck.

Chirp!

His protective Spiritual Qi was cut open like paper.

A green sword tip, steadily stopped before his Adam's apple.

The big man's entire body stiffened, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, not even daring to breathe heavily.

He hadn't even seen how the opponent had attacked!

After only two exchanges, the victor was decided.

Song Yu retracted her Flying Sword, turned the blade, and placed it behind her back, her expression indifferent.

"I concede."

The big man's face turned green and then pale, feeling incredibly embarrassed and humiliated. He cupped his hands to Song Yu, then dejectedly jumped off the arena and returned to the ranks of Hundred Skill House's Disciples.

The entire arena was silent.

The Disciples of Falling Cloud Sect erupted in thunderous cheers, while the Disciples of Ancient Sword Sect and Hundred Skill House were bewildered.

Song Yu scanned the audience below, her clear and cold voice echoing throughout the arena.

"Is there any Senior Brother willing to offer guidance?"

"I'm coming!"

Among the Hundred Skill House Disciples, another person leaped onto the stage.

This person's aura was profound, indicating a Peak Foundation Establishment Cultivator, and his expression was solemn, clearly having regarded Song Yu as a formidable opponent.

The two exchanged blows, sword light and earthy yellow spiritual light continuously colliding, emitting roars.

This time, Song Yu spent more than ten moves before finding a flaw, forcing the opponent back with a single sword strike and winning the victory.

Immediately after, another Perfection Foundation Establishment Disciple from Hundred Skill House came onto the stage.

This person's defense was even stronger, and his fighting style was more stable. Song Yu attacked with full force, her sword moves flowing like mercury, penetrating everywhere. She attacked for dozens of moves before finally exhausting the opponent's protective spiritual light and defeating him.

Three consecutive victories!

The Disciples from the three sects who were watching the battle now understood Hundred Skill House's intention.

All of those who came on stage were Cultivators with Earth and Wood Spiritual Root, and their Cultivation Techniques excelled in defense and attrition.

They simply wanted to use attrition tactics to exhaust Song Yu to death!

At this moment, Song Yu's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat, and her breathing was slightly hurried. Three consecutive high-intensity battles had consumed nearly half of the Spiritual Qi in her body.

She glanced at Hundred Skill House's seats. There, two more Late Stage Foundation Establishment Disciples and one Perfection Foundation Establishment Disciple were still eyeing her like tigers.

And on Ancient Sword Sect's side, there were still two Late Stage Foundation Establishment Disciples with strong auras remaining.

In contrast, Falling Cloud Sect, apart from her, only had two Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Disciples and one Late Stage Foundation Establishment Disciple left.

The situation remained grim.

On the high platform, Mo Fengwu looked at her good sister's slightly pale face and couldn't help but feel a pang of worry.