C380 Fight! Fight! Fight!!

It was clear they weren't evenly matched. Just moments ago, over thirty sword beams clashed in mid-air, creating a dazzling display. The crowd only heard the sound of the sword beams shattering, which led them to conclude that Woo Zhengyang's strength was on par with the Reality Condensing Stage.

As the light faded, a single sword beam emerged from above, and everyone suddenly remembered that Woo Zhengyang had just unleashed nineteen sword beams, while the Grand Elder of the Fallen Moon Sect had only unleashed eighteen. After canceling each other out, one of Woo Zhengyang's sword beams remained intact.

This lone sword beam suddenly shot forward, aiming directly at the Grand Elder of the Fallen Moon Sect. "This is infuriating!" the Grand Elder shouted, his anger reaching its peak. One sword beam might not have been a big deal, but this one struck him in the face, making it obvious to everyone that he was a step behind Woo Zhengyang.

The worst part was that this kid had the nerve to say, "You're way out of your league compared to me," which felt like a slap in the face, leaving him seething with rage. With a swift swing, the Grand Elder shattered the sword beam and took a few steps toward Woo Zhengyang, closing the distance.

"Don't get too worked up. If you do, you might choke when I take your head..." Woo Zhengyang thought to himself, realizing he might have picked up some bad habits from Nie Fengyu, his quirky sect master. But he couldn't deny that watching an opponent get riled up by a few words was far more satisfying than simply defeating them. No wonder Nie Fengyu enjoyed it so much.

"You little punk, are you looking for trouble?" The elder of the Fallen Moon Sect shouted angrily, bringing his long sword down towards Woo Zhengyang.

At this moment, Woo Zhengyang and the elder were only a few yards apart. Practitioners at the Reality Condensing Stage can extend their energy beyond their bodies, easily projecting their sword aura several yards away. However, the true power still lies in the sword itself.

The elder originally intended to close the distance, but his anger got the better of him, and he charged without thinking. His sword, radiating energy in all directions, resembled a white ribbon several yards long, with the power to cleave a mountain. The strength of a Reality Condensing Stage practitioner was evident in this strike.

Watching the sword energy wreak havoc in the air, Woo Zhengyang remained unfazed. He swung his No Life Sword from above, unleashing a similarly long sword aura. Unlike the elder's, Woo Zhengyang's aura was infused with the chilling power of the Nine Nether Ice, creating a striking ice-blue streak across the sky.

"What on earth is happening? What level is Woo Zhengyang really at?" Everyone was bewildered by the extraordinary scene.

"Boom..."

The two sword auras collided, shaking the heavens and the earth. Enhanced by their energy, the auras clashed like real swords, rebounding off each other after impact.

The shattered sword light transformed into white and blue specks, swirling like snowflakes conjured from thin air. Just as these two-colored snowflakes were about to dissipate, the sword energy was reinfused with power by the two fighters, condensing once more into its strongest form, continuing their fierce clash.

Two beams, each several yards long, collided again with a resounding "boom... boom... boom..." In just a few breaths, Woo Zhengyang and the elder from the Fallen Moon Sect exchanged blows multiple times, evenly matched.

The area around them was filled with the shattered light of sword energy, resembling a battle amidst a heavy snowfall. This was the spectacle of experts at the Reality Condensing Stage—dazzling yet perilous, captivating the onlookers who couldn't bear to look away.

The visual splendor was secondary; the rarity of witnessing such a high-level duel was something they didn't want to miss. By now, everyone had forgotten Woo Zhengyang's previous level, viewing him as a peer to the Reality Condensing Stage practitioners.

After the Heavenly Martial Dao Discussing Great Association, Woo Zhengyang's fierce reputation was already soaring. This battle would likely elevate him further, propelling him to new heights. At such a young age, to hold his own against a mid-level Reality Condensing Stage practitioner was impressive, regardless of the methods he employed.

"Let's see how long you can keep this up!" the elder from the Fallen Moon Sect snarled.

He initially wanted to get closer to Woo Zhengyang, but now he didn't dare. Woo Zhengyang was just too uncanny, making him instinctively cautious.

As they spoke, the Elder of the Fallen Moon Sect was enveloped in a thin mist, using some special technique to further refine the sharpness of his sword aura.

"You're just barely holding on, aren't you?"

"Besides arrogance, what else can you do?"

"Arrogance? It's the truth! The sword aura I unleash contains the power of the Nine Nether Ice, making it much more solid than yours. With every clash, you have to use more of your energy to repair it, right? Also, haven't you noticed I'm just using you for practice? If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead already!" Woo Zhengyang chuckled, increasing the force of his No Life Sword to match the Elder's enhanced strength.

"You..." The Elder of the Fallen Moon Sect fell silent. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak; he simply had nothing to say.

What Woo Zhengyang said was true, and everyone knew it. The advantage of the Ice Crystal Fire Body becomes most apparent at the Shape Gathering Stage when one can harness true energy. The power of the Nine Nether Ice allows the spirit body owner's energy to be much more solid than that of ordinary practitioners. If not for this, innate spirit bodies wouldn't be so enviable.

As for Woo Zhengyang's last claim, the crowd wasn't entirely convinced.

Easily taking down someone at the Reality Condensing Stage? Does this kid think he's a Martial King at the Essence Shaking Stage? No matter the time, a madman is always a madman! But for the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect, it was Woo Zhengyang's next words that truly shocked him.

He suddenly realized that after using a special technique to draw his sword, the energy he expended hadn't decreased at all—it was still at the same level as before. Woo Zhengyang's skills had improved, and the enhancement was just right, suppressing him by about ten percent.

"Could this kid really be using me for practice?" This thought flashed through the elder's mind, but he quickly pushed it aside. Yet, for some reason, a sense of unease lingered, and he couldn't shake it off. Before he knew it, sweat was trickling down his forehead...

Woo Zhengyang noticed the subtle changes in the elder and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. He was telling the truth; he was indeed practicing. However, the other part was a bluff—he didn't have the ability to directly kill someone at the Reality Condensing Stage, at least not yet. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to use the elder of the Fallen Moon Sect for practice.

To his surprise, the elder, despite his age, was genuinely fooled, even breaking into a cold sweat. Woo Zhengyang's ability to possess power comparable to the Reality Condensing Stage was naturally related to the Ice Crystal Fire Hall.

That day, Woo Zhengyang was discussing magical artifacts with Bing'er and the other three women when he learned that the Ice Crystal Fire Hall was crafted by Nalan Yan'er, inspired by the ancient secret treasure known as the Ice Fire Hall.