Chapter 12: A False Alarm

  "Need a weapon to deal with you?" Looking at Mo Wenhua's disdainful expression, Ling Wusuo slowly crossed her arms over her chest, and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth. Did she really look that easy to bully?

  Mo Wen's face immediately fell, "How dare you"

  Some people under the stage also whispered to each other because of Ling Wushuang's arrogant words, and they had never seen anyone so arrogant.

  "What's with this Jun Ling, so arrogant, but I really can't see what her actual strength is like"

  "I also can't see through it, but Mo Xuantian is indeed a genuine Ninth-Grade Tianxuan, the number one genius of the Mo family in Xiluo Country, and an quasi-Sage within the family. He's not even thirty yet." The Genius Selection Tournament in Sacred City has an age limit, which is under 35.

  "Let's take a look, what if the real person doesn't show up? Although Jun Ling advanced directly with the token, he must still have two tricks up his sleeve."

  ……

  The onlookers also have their own opinions.

  Ling Wushuang held one hand against her chest and slowly raised the other, curling her index finger towards him, "Try it and you'll know"

  Arrogant? Overbearing? Who can't do it, she's the best at it.

  Don't ask Tian gritted his teeth, Kong Wu's powerful arm suddenly lifted the meteor hammer and roared at him in a low voice, "You arrogant little brat, daring to be so insolent in front of me! Watch as I break your legs and make you kneel down and call me grandpa!"

  "Call me Grandpa?" Ling Wu Xiang chuckled, "I won't even let you call out 'Grandpa'!"

  Mo asked the sky, his face moved slightly, no longer playing with the person in front of him, he raised the Flowing Star Hammer in his hand, changed his pace, let out a loud shout, and urged the Xuanli all over his body. The yellow Heavenly Mystery gas wrapped around the heavy blue Flowing Star Hammer weighing hundreds of pounds, smashing towards the black-robed youth not far away.

  "Shooting Star Fist, Whirlwind Slash!"

  A clear whistle, Mo asked the entire body of Tian to rotate rapidly like a top, and the speed of advancement was also extremely fast. With a person and a hammer, it seemed like a human bomb, sweeping towards Ling Wusuo!

  "My goodness, it seems Mo Wanjian wants a quick battle, he's already using his ultimate move"

  "It's said that Mo Wanjian's Flowing Star Whirlwind Slash can even kill a Saint!"

  ……

  The spectators below did not expect Mo Wanjian's move to be such a ruthless and sinister technique.

  Don't want to waste time, want a quick battle, in other words, simply look down on the opponent!

  In the blink of an eye, a big move was about to arrive, but the black-robed youth opposite him didn't flinch, and even had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. This strange scene made everyone below secretly raise their hearts, wondering if this guy had gone crazy?

  "Cheers!"

  The meteor hammer moved with his rapidly rotating body, and a tornado hung around him, making the iron wooden flags at the four corners of the arena, as thick as an arm, involuntarily bend their waists.

  "Bang—"

  A loud thud followed, causing everyone's eyeballs to drop to the ground, "What, this!"

  Only to see, Mo Wenti, who had formed a whirlwind with his rapid rotation, suddenly stopped and revealed his figure. However, he was stunned on the spot with a stiff face, and then his abdomen hurt, a force, with an unstoppable momentum, violently lifted him up and sent him flying out.

  "Ah——"

  Mo asked the sky, his face twisted in a loud roar, his entire sturdy body was kicked out by Ling Wu Shuang with one foot, turning into a shooting star, falling under the stage.

  "Bang!"

  A dull thud, like a massive boulder, splashed into the lake, sending shards of stone and sand flying everywhere. With a slight tilt of his head, he fainted.

  "This..."

  Everyone's gaze followed the beautiful arc of Mo Wentai's flying body, all the way until he heavily crashed to the ground. The onlookers also trembled with him, and then slowly shifted their attention back to the stage, where the black-robed youth stood with his clothes fluttering in the air.

  Ling Wushuang dropped the hem of his robe, slowly withdrew his foot, and turned to leave as if nothing had happened.

  "My god, this is totally crushing!"

  It wasn't until Ling Wu Shuang had walked down from the stage and disappeared from everyone's line of sight that they finally came back to their senses, and a torrent of gasps and discussions burst out like a flood.

  "What's going on? He was yelling at the sky for half a day and then got kicked flying by someone!"

  "Am I seeing things? It's that simple, just a casual kick and it's settled?" Someone couldn't believe their eyes, "Mo Xian is a ninth-rank Tianxuan after all, at the very least an quasi-Saint stage."

  "What kind of strength does this Ling actually have? I can't see it at all" More people are puzzled and curious about Ling Wushuang's true strength.

  Even the referee was stunned on the spot and didn't react for a while.

  It's not uncommon to see a move like this win the game in low-end matches, but they're all among the top 20 geniuses selected from millions of people, and they're all very confident, yet they were kicked flying by someone with just one kick.

  This can only prove one thing: it's not that Mo Wanjian is too weak, but rather this black-robed youth is too strong!

  The judge floated in the clouds and fog for a long time before walking onto the stage to announce, "In this round of competition, Jun Ling wins and successfully advances to the top ten!"

  Mu Shi Qing nodded in satisfaction on the viewing platform above. Those who could be favored by him would not be inferior. Jun Ling, at a young age, had already reached the middle stage of Saint Realm, and dealing with a 9th rank Tian Xuan was merely a trivial matter.

  Sheng Lin took all of this in, nodding thoughtfully with a faint smile.

  The top ten promotion was a foregone conclusion, and the next eight strong draws were just right for Ling Wushuang to advance directly. The promotion of the four strong was also exceptionally easy, with little suspense, and after a few moves, it was steadily taken down by Ling Wushuang.

  On the five arenas, the competition was fierce and exciting, with several rounds of intense battles. After more than a dozen matches, the top four were finally determined.

  Unconsciously, the sun had set in the western mountains, and it was already dusk. In the holy palace, the lights were shining brightly, like a crystal palace, beautiful and magnificent.

  A vast square, amidst the towering stone arches, flames danced and swirled, illuminating the dark sky, as tongues of fire leapt and flickered, accompanied by cheers and applause, their crackling sounds echoing with the twinkling stars above.

  The semi-finals and finals were scheduled for the evening.

  "It's about to go into the semifinals, and the rewards for the top three are making everyone excited." Some people were just thinking about it, their mouths watering in anticipation.

  Everyone was amazed, "I'm afraid only the Holy Temple can casually bring out such a treasure. However, what really gets people's hearts racing is that Divine Origin Stone, it's an essential item for advancing to the Divine Rank!"

  "God of the summit!"

  Although everyone knows that the divine stage is almost impossible to reach, and even the holy stage is very difficult, it still can't suppress the longing in everyone's heart, as well as their frantic pursuit.

  "Three pieces of Sacred Step Dan medicine, and also the Sacred Energy Stone, even the Divine Origin Stone. These are all priceless treasures, unfortunately only available to the top three. The speaker thought for a moment, then continued: "However, being able to enter the White Tower to cultivate for a month is also something that ordinary people can't get no matter how hard they try."

  ……

  Under the starry sky, a vast square is crowded with people, everyone is discussing the wonderful competition of this day, and looking forward to the next game.

  "What realm is Na Junling in?"

  "I don't know, he won several matches very easily, and didn't even mobilize his Xuanli"

  However, the remaining ones are all very troublesome.

  "That's right, this year's participants in the Holy City Conference are much more formidable than those of the past"

  ……

  Everyone spoke out their guesses in their hearts. Ling Wusuo, because of the clean and neat methods in the previous few rounds, received the most attention from everyone.

  Semi-finals, two matches, two arenas, at the same time.

  Ling Wushuang stood at the side of a stage, her eyes scanning the crowd, her red lips slightly raised, "Li Miao, Feng Ji"

  These two people have undoubtedly reached the holy rank, and Feng Qian is already a sixth-grade saint.

  Ling Wusong's current strength is already at the quasi-divine level. As saints, their strength can be seen through with just one glance, as long as they don't use special methods to conceal it, which would be easier than anything else.

  But when Ling Wusuo locked his divine consciousness on the remaining person, a light hum sounded in his mind, and the sound was like a piano string being plucked heavily. The probing divine consciousness was also blocked by an invisible force without any trace.

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow in surprise, and when he looked over, the person also turned their head around, a pair of amber-colored eyes directly facing Ling Wushuang's clear eyes, which were filled with indifference.

  Two gazes collided, and a faint spark was rubbed out in the air. Then they both calmly avoided eye contact, looking up at the stage, waiting for the result of the draw.

  "Xin Yun......" Ling Wu Shuang curved up the corners of his lips towards him.

  It's actually been discovered, this person is quite interesting.

  The judge looked at the draw results in his hand, smiled and glanced around, then stroked his almost non-existent beard and announced with a smile: "First match, Jun Ling vs Feng Ji, second match, Xin Yun vs Li Mou."

  Under the two arenas, people are in an uproar, discussing endlessly. After passing five gates and beheading six generals, Xing Yun, who relies on his solid strength, and Ling Wushuang, who directly advanced to the top 20 with mysterious strength that still can't be fathomed, have received equally high attention!

  The first match, Jun Ling vs Feng Qi!

  The two sides of the competition also quickly took their positions, Ling Wu's eyes followed the arena and looked at the person opposite him, Feng Ji, who was wearing a bright red robe with a flamboyant package. Although his appearance was ordinary, the noble aura that surrounded his body was extraordinary and different from ordinary people.

  Ling Wusuo sized him up at the same time, he also sized up the black-robed youth in front of him, his eyes scanning up and down, finally unable to help but lightly laugh out loud, "Jun Ling? I really couldn't tell, what realm have you reached?"

  In several previous matches of Jun Ling, he had been paying attention to it. The method was extremely concise and could even be said to have won a single move without leaving the water.

  Ling Wushuang's ring was on her chest, her fingertips tapping thoughtfully on her arm, "Feng Ji..."

  The Feng clan is the imperial surname of Beichen Country, and this Feng Qi, should be the eldest son known as the number one genius of Beichen.

  But at the age of 26 or 27, he has already reached the realm of a sixth-grade saint. This talent is almost on par with that of War Brother.

  Phoenix gazed at the black-robed youth in front of him with a faint expression, raised his hand and grasped at the air, a gleaming golden sword appeared in his hand, with flames flickering on the golden blade, revealing a layer of silver light.

  Feng Yin's face still wore a faint smile, as if he wasn't about to engage in a trial of strength, but was instead holding a brush, ready to dance with words. "This time, wanting to win won't be so easy."

  It has come to this point, no matter what, he will not underestimate his opponent.

  "It's the Silver Radiance Golden Sword of Beichen Country, even more formidable than the Ziwei Soft Sword"

  "That's right, I've also heard that, didn't expect it to be in Feng Qi's hands. It's said that the Silver Radiance Golden Sword can cut through a High-Ranking Saint's defense as easily as cutting vegetables."

  ……

  Ling Wushuang raised an eyebrow and smiled lightly, lifting her hand to flip it over. Her five fingers grasped at the empty air, and a silver light flashed as a silver long spear spun out, appearing in her hand with a crisp "ting" sound. "I'd like to see what skills you used to win this round," she said.

  Her Flame Spear can't be used casually here, it's likely that as soon as she takes it out, she'll immediately be hunted down by the Sacred Forest, not to mention she still needs to infiltrate the White Tower. However, the silver spear in the Death God Puppet's hand is not inferior to her Flame Spear at all, and using it to save the situation now would also work.

  "Indeed, you have some foundation." Feng Qian felt the unusual aura in the silver long spear, and became even more cautious, not daring to underestimate his opponent. He raised his hand, swung his sword, and activated his entire Xuanli at the same time, saying in a deep voice, "Then, bring out your true strength!"

  Bring out the real strength?

  Ling Wushuang curled up the corner of his mouth and said, "You really dare to say..."

  But looking at Feng Qian's serious face in front of him, he really didn't have the heart to disappoint her.

  "Good——" Ling Wu Xuan's expression was calm, as he urged the surge of his spiritual power to rise. The green spiritual power rapidly rose and overflowed around him, like a thin layer of silk.

  A flicker of surprise in Feng Qi's eyes, "I really underestimated you"

  "Five-product saint!" The crowd also took a breath of cool air, shocked to open and close their mouths, not knowing what to say. The black-robed teenager in front of them, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, had actually reached the realm of a five-product saint!

  "No wonder Commander Mu directly gave him a promotion token, there's actually such a talented young man!"

  "Really? I've never heard of anyone named Jun Ling before?"

  "This world is so big, there are many people who like to keep a low profile, it's strange if everyone has heard of you"

  ……

  Mushi Qing heard the discussions of the crowd above, and with great satisfaction, he raised his head, straightened his waist, and felt that he had truly discerning eyes.

  The Saint Lin in the main seat nodded slightly, this kid is indeed a mid-tier saint.

  "Come on!" Ling Wu Xuan raised his silver spear, suppressing his strength to the fifth rank of the Holy Stage. His eyebrows were calm and cold, but he didn't intend to finish off the person in front of him with a single move. That would be too easy and might arouse suspicion from the one above, who was a personal genius.

  Hearing the surrounding people's exclamations and sighs, Feng Ji's face was somewhat unsightly, his tone already slightly irritated, "In the Sacred Stage, a difference of one rank is also difficult to overcome. I'd like to see what you have to win against me!"

  The real strength difference is mainly reflected in the degree of Xuanqi's concentration and purity, as well as the momentum. When facing an opponent with a huge gap, even actions are difficult and hesitant, let alone talk about fighting?

  The crowd was like a flock of ducks, stretching their necks, afraid of missing any excitement.

  Although Feng Qian's words made sense, in the end, who would win and who would lose was still uncertain.

  "Cheers!"

  Feng Qian took the lead, his red robe fluttering as he violently kicked the ground. The fierce force caused the black stone of the arena to crack open, and as he spun around and flew out with pent-up power, his wrist swiftly flipped over, the silver-gray sword in his hand moving so fast it made people's eyes dizzy, leaving only a trail of afterimages.

  Feng Qian's move coincided with his entire body's xuanqi reaching its peak, unleashing an internal force that pressed outward, bearing down on the black-robed youth opposite him. His expression was unusually serious as he said, "Let me see just what kind of tricks you have up your sleeve."

  Ling Wushuang smiled calmly and his sharp mind quickly found a flaw in his swordsmanship.

  "Try it and you'll know" Ling Wushuang's agile figure, like a swift leopard, flew up and grasped the end of the silver gun, and with a big swing, charged into the dense sword shadows, as if entering a deserted territory, extremely lightly and nimbly.

  Ling's eyes were deep and mysterious, but now it's better to be more proactive, it won't hurt herself either, so she might as well play along with him.

  "Clang——"

  The sword and spear clashed, the sharp blade that had been flying through the air in Feng Qi's hand suddenly came to a stop.

  "Feng Ji's face remained calm, but his heart was stirred up like a huge wave, and he stared wide-eyed in disbelief, 'How is this possible?'"

  This set of Xuanji swordsmanship had only one flaw, and it was surprisingly detected by him so easily.

  "Drink——" Feng Qian sank his voice, and in the blink of an eye, he reacted extremely quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the sword body that was being held up slid along the gun tip, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, spinning towards Ling Wushuang's neck!

  Ling Wushuang smiled calmly and put away his gun, turning his head to the side. His black jade crown held back his ink-black hair, which swung out in an arc, avoiding the attack with considerable agility.

  "What a close call"

  Scared me to death

  Ling Wushuang dodged nimbly, but the crowd below was watching with bated breath. In their eyes, the sword's edge had just grazed Ling Wushuang's cheek, a hair's breadth away from beheading him!

  "Damn it!" Feng Qian gritted his teeth, the golden sword body surrounded by green, turned around and attacked Ling Wushuang again.

  Only he himself knew that this black-robed youth was not simple at all, and it was quite strenuous to deal with him. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt as if he had been treated like a plaything by the other!

  "Clang clang——"

  A flash of sword light, a shadowy figure on the stage, two figures collided and quickly separated, only to see a spark of fire and a flash of red, jumping around everywhere.

  "It's infuriating" - who knows, Feng Yin's heart had already been driven somewhat crazy, although it seemed like he was always the one taking the initiative to attack, but the black-robed youth in front of him was like a slippery loach that couldn't be caught or touched no matter what!

  "Bang—"

  The sword and spear clashed again, Feng Qi gritted his teeth, using all his strength, the silver light flashing on the sword body, stabbing towards Ling Wushuang's heart.

  Ling Wushuang hooked her lips into a smile, the sharp gun tip slid into the black stone of the arena like cutting tofu. She pulled back on the gun handle and the silver long gun suddenly bent, releasing a force that sent Feng Ji flying backward with a loud crash as soon as she let go.

  This force made Feng Qian's heart greatly shocked, and he was shaken back repeatedly, his body unstable. The sharp edge of the silver-gray golden sword scraped against the black stone of the arena, emitting a sharp and piercing sound, almost retreating to the edge of the arena before stopping with great difficulty.

  Ling's eyes suddenly focused, and she drew out a silver long gun, spinning her body into a beautiful backflip.

  "Clang!"

  The silver tip of the spear flashed, and with a crisp sound, it easily lifted up the golden sword that Feng Qian had hastily raised to block its path. The spearhead stopped just one centimeter away from Feng Qian's forehead, at the spot where his life was most vulnerable.

  "You lost"

  The young man's words were faint and barely audible, with no hint of panting after the battle.

  "You..." Feng Qian raised his head, staring at the black-robed youth's seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression. His face twisted in a scowl, and after a long while, he suddenly deflated, "I lost."

  It's a crushing defeat, although the battle seems intense, but only when facing Huang Ling can one feel that from start to finish, his attacks are utterly insignificant to the person in front of him.

  However, he was really puzzled that his own spiritual power was more sensitive than himself, who was one rank higher in the sacred stage of six products, and why Kung Ling's spiritual power would be even more acute during the battle, and the momentum released by himself would be ignored!

  Ling Wusuo withdrew his silver spear, looking at the dejected person in front of him. He wanted to go up and comfort him: "Even if you lost, you don't have to be so dejected. The person you were up against is not just one level higher than you."

  But if Feng Qian knew the truth, the person in front of him had already reached the quasi-god level, he would definitely spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot, it's better not to know!

  "Today, I lost convincingly, but also inexplicably." Feng Ji's bright red robe fluttered as he stood up, gazing at Ling Wushuang with a distant look in his eyes before walking down from the arena, his footsteps seemingly limping.

  Ling Wushuang couldn't help but curve the corners of his lips, rubbed his nose tip awkwardly, and turned to leave.

  The judge also seemed to be in a trance, and at this time, he suddenly came back to his senses, walked to the middle of the arena, and loudly announced: "This match, Jun Ling wins, advances to the final!"

  "Jun Ling is a fifth-grade saint, and he actually won against Feng Ji"

  "Haha, I had expected this all along, and it's just as I thought!"

  The result of the competition was clear at a glance, and under the stage, there were also bursts of applause.

  "However, a genius like Jun Ling is truly rare, I'm afraid no one can compare to him." Amidst the excitement, someone immediately started clapping.

  But as soon as the words came out, they were refuted by some people around: "Nonsense, Ling Wushuang of the four major families is also at this age, and it is said that he has already reached the strength of a 9th-grade Saint, which is more than Lord Ling."

  "Some people were quite pleased, 'Ling family's Wu Shuang young lady is indeed the true and genuine number one genius of the mainland, it's just that she didn't come to participate in this competition.' The person who said this was obviously from Dong Lin, and their words unconsciously carried a hint of pride."

  Someone exclaimed, "You know what? I think this person looks just like Ling Wu Shuang, just like her!"

  Ling Wushuang, who had just walked to the edge of the stage, stumbled slightly underfoot, and this was also noticed?

  Old brother, take a look at the gender...

  "It's all the same at this age, really similar, both are perverts, both are dead freaks" After making a fuss about this sentence, Ling Wushuang's mouth corner twitched slightly, and after a low cough, he calmly took a step back and left, relieved that it was just a false alarm, and it turned out that this could be the same too.

  Digression

  Thank you for the 1000 flowers, I'm so surprised and delighted! It's my first time receiving so many flowers, I thought I was seeing things (╯□╰)