Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 100, Core, Core

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Chu Ming opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of impure air, and instantly two beams of light shot from his eyes like lightning, darting around the void, astonishingly.

He stood up, tidied his clothes, and walked towards Cyan Yang Peak. Today is the time for the competition with the core disciples; he cannot be late.

After breaking through to the Seventh Layer of the Transcendence Realm, his spiritual power increased by another thirty percent, and his understanding of the concepts of wind, rain, and fire deepened somewhat.

Don’t just look at the thirty percent increase in spiritual power; his strength has at least doubled. If his strength was previously ranked among the last in the core disciples, now his strength should be enough to enter the top five.

On Cyan Yang Peak, there are quite a few disciples. Each time the first ranked on the Cyan Yang List challenges a core disciple, there are many disciples watching; some are here to admire the splendor of the core disciples, while some are just here to watch the excitement.

At the center of Cyan Yang Peak is a huge arena, ten zhangs in length and width, carved with intricate patterns; at this moment, a white-clad figure stands there. His face is sallow, his eyes are narrow, and between his lips is a black mole the size of a mung bean.

He is the lowest-ranked core disciple, Sun Minghui. Even though he is the last among the core disciples, his strength is still incredibly formidable. Qi Yang could only withstand two moves in his hands.

To the left of the arena is a stone pillar that requires two people to encircle, standing five or six meters tall, surpassing the arena significantly.

Around the arena, there are many disciples standing, including inner sect disciples and core disciples: Qi Yang, Ban Ruo, Zhang Quan, Liao Wu, Red Moon, Hong Yun...

Even at a distant pavilion, two figures stand quietly, one in front and one behind, able to take in the entire arena with their view.

The leader of Cyan Yang Sect, Guan Chengzhi.

Senior core disciple, Li Yuqing.

"This time entering the Celestial Flame Secret Realm, you must be careful of Zuo Pengfei from Cyan Nether Mountain. It is said he has already unearthed ninety-nine percent of his divine power, bearing three hundred powers of a tiger. He is your great enemy!"

Guan Chengzhi cautioned Li Yuqing. The Celestial Flame Secret Realm is the largest secret realm in the Great Yan Kingdom, jointly controlled by the Five Great Sects, and opens once every five years. Each time it opens, the Five Great Sects will send in all core disciples.

Although there are significant casualties each time, the core disciples coming out will have substantial strength improvements. Many disciples even dramatically rise to prominence, leveraging their extraordinary fortunes.

"Understood, Master!"

Li Yuqing respectfully replied, then fixed her gaze towards the direction of the arena. There, the crowd was bustling, and a white figure had emerged, cutting through the throngs of people.

It was Chu Ming!

"What do you think of Chu Ming?"

Guan Chengzhi asked indifferently, his eyes never leaving Chu Ming, a hint of curiosity flashing in them.

"His strength is not bad, and he progresses rapidly! Rumors in the martial arts world say people have seen him defeat the core disciple Li Huo from Burning Fire Valley!"

Li Yuqing shared the news she heard a few days ago. Guan Chengzhi nodded, his face as calm as water, evidently having already heard this news.

Chu Ming had just stepped onto the arena, quietly staring at Sun Minghui in front of him. At that moment, a gray figure darted from afar, quickly climbing onto the stone pillar beside the arena.

Grand Elder of Cyan Yang Sect!

"This competition will be overseen by me. Both sides are forbidden from fatal strikes, or they will face sect rules!"

The Grand Elder stood on the stone pillar, his voice augmented by spiritual power, spreading grandly to the surroundings. Half of the disciples on Cyan Yang Peak could hear it, and instantly fell silent.

"Yes, Elder!"

Chu Ming and Sun Minghui replied respectfully in unison.

Although the Grand Elder of Cyan Yang Sect had a hunched body, that body contained immense destructive power, and no one dared to underestimate him.

"Now, the competition may begin!"

The Grand Elder announced indifferently, then retreated from the stone pillar, landing nearby, quietly watching the competition proceed.

"Junior Brother Chu, be careful!"

Sun Minghui reminded softly, then his spiritual power erupted from his body, his legs turning fiery red, like scorching magma.

He specialized in leg techniques and reached a very high level. Once, he kicked a martial artist at the Ninth Layer of the Transcendence Realm into disability, with many martial artists at the extreme of the Transcendence Realm defeated by his legs.

As spiritual power surged around Sun Minghui, Chu Ming’s sword instantly hummed out of its sheath, the tip vibrating, sword lights fragmented, sweeping all the surrounding air completely empty.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Sun Minghui’s figure instantly transformed into a phantom, his fiery red feet kicked towards Chu Ming’s legs. The air exploded repeatedly, several currents roaring outward.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Chu Ming swung his sword while leaping back, sword light radiating, piercing through the air, waves rolling.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

Sun Minghui tilted his body, fiery red feet kicking out repeatedly, pieces of sword edge instantly shattered by his kicks, turning into countless star fragments.

"Celestial Deformed Kick!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Sun Minghui’s legs moved rapidly, leaving countless phantoms in the space, his feet rubbing against the air, sparking countless fireflakes.

Celestial Deformed Kick is a high-tier Profound Level leg technique; with one leg kick, phantoms covered the space, as if kicking through the void, swirling spiritual power forming dragon and tiger roar imagery, charging towards Chu Ming.

"Golden Fish Swordsmanship!"

Several phantom golden fishes jumped vividly in Chu Ming’s sword, agile and tricky, numerous killing intents instantaneously pierced into the dragon and tiger imagery of Sun Minghui’s attack.

Thump! Thump! Thump...

Countless sword lights flickered, golden fishes darted in the gray airflow. Like maneuvering in the ocean, they swiftly penetrated the gray body, turning into numerous chaotic streams.

When the gray airflow dissipated, Sun Minghui’s feet had already reached his front, presenting a dragon battling posture, countless gusts blowing.

Boom

Chu Ming didn’t dodge, directly punching out, pieces of red light erupting from his fist, red light like dragon, the tail of the punch gleaming brightly, fiercely blasting towards Sun Minghui’s legs.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

A series of explosions sounded, red light continually intertwined, the two separated upon contact, retreating simultaneously. However, as Chu Ming retreated, he gently tapped the edge of the arena with his foot, his body shooting towards Sun Minghui at a faster speed.

"Frenzied Dragon Swordsmanship!"

A sword light slashed out, transforming into a giant phantom dragon in the space, sword force tearing the air, the air exploded, pressing down towards Sun Minghui crushingly.

"Earth Deficient Leg!"

Sun Minghui supported himself with his right foot, a burst of fiery red air spreading from his leg, like a red-hot sun, swallowing all the surrounding air and spiritual power.

Boom

As the phantom dragon reached him, Sun Minghui’s leg force exploded entirely, as if transformed into steel knives, cutting towards the phantom dragon.

Bang! Bang! Bang