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Half a month later, this year's Small Competition had come to a successful end. As expected, the super genius Wan Kang was able to be ranked first. However, the second place fell out of everyone's eyes; it came from the Arts Academy!

Honestly speaking, in the group stage, Tang Feiyan had already risen up like a star. Although they did not meet any powerful opponents at that time, the fairy-like figure of the Rainbow Skirt Goddess, and the beautiful Rainbow Skirt Dance, had long attracted the attention of almost all the outer court disciples. She even became the goddess in the hearts of the outer courtyard disciples. Naturally, Tang Fei Yan's competition arena was full of matches, especially for the first match of the Ranking Tournament where Tang Fei Yan defeated the assassin who was ranked third on the Spirit Net's top 100 list, Zhang Yan's name completely overshadowed Wan Kang's, becoming the focus of all the outer court disciples.

It was a classic battle, and Tang Fei Yan, as always, was holding the red silk that fluttered in the wind, as if she was a fairy that had come down to the mortal world. Zhang Yan, on the other hand, was a standard assassin: she was dressed in black and held a pair of daggers in her hands.

After the referee's gong rang out, Tang Feiyan waved her arms while the red silk fluttered in the air. Following the movements of Cai Yi and the red silk, invisible vortexes started forming one after another, expanding continuously in the surroundings. Of course, that Zhang Yan had also instantly activated her skill. Like a violent gust of black wind, her phantom-like figure flew towards Tang Fei Yan in the middle of the stage with an unstoppable force. In the eyes of the audience, Tang Fei Yan was like a butterfly that had no idea what was happening. She was only concerned about flying around in the flower bush and was about to die in this unstoppable demonic wind.

The audience could not help but gasp. The vast majority of female disciples could not bear to see the tragedy that was about to occur and could not help but cover their eyes.

Of course, the tragedy didn't happen. The black gale created by the assassin, Zhang Yan, was coincidentally sent flying by the dancing red silk. Fortunately, the stage was large enough and the Red Ribbon was not strong enough to knock Zhang Yan off the stage. As a result, Zhang Yan rolled over and stood up at the edge of the stage.

"Hua!" The applause was like thunder. It was unknown whether it was to cheer Tang Fei Yan on with her dream-like red ribbon flying around, or to cheer Zhang Yan on with her nimble body rolling around in the air while remaining calm in the face of danger. Of course, none of this was important. What was important was that a large portion of the people were destined to regret it. This was because they couldn't help but cover their eyes, missing out on the brilliant moment just now!

But it didn't matter, because they had seen that Zhang Yan in black had already launched her second attack. Of course, the result was just as everyone had expected.

Of course, this matter wasn't over. The assassin, Zhang Yan, also wouldn't give up so easily. Thus, in the eyes of the audience, the black-clothed Zhang Yan was like a moth flying into the fire. She launched, pounced, bounced, fell, crawled, and then activated, pounced, bounced, and fell again and again.

This seemed to be an unsolvable trap? No, it's not like that, you must be wrong, no one in the audience thought that way, because they clearly saw that the area controlled by Hong Ling was expanding, Zhang Yan's movement range was shrinking, after all, the stage was only that big.

Finally, at Zhang Yandi? Hmm, how many times had he pounced on her? Unfortunately, not a single person in the audience was paying attention to it. Fortunately, this was not important, what was important was that after Zhang Yan was bounced back, she was unable to stand up on the stage because he had already flown out of the arena.

After this battle, Fairy Ni Chang naturally did not let down the hopes of tens of millions of fans in the outer courtyard. She continued to pass through, all the way to the finals. Regardless of whether it was the top 100 rankers or the top 10 rankers, they were all lost in the Rainbow Skirt Dancing in the Red Ribbon Formation as usual. There seemed to be nothing that could stop Tang Feiyan from becoming the champion on the stage. It does seem that way, if there is no...

On February 6, 1909, the finals of the Small Competition were held in the Great Arena of the Nacional. The word "Heavenly Mystery" was very unfamiliar and did not conform to the habits of modern people. Naturally, Chen Jing did not know what it meant. However, it was also possible that Chen Jing did not know about it, because the Mausoleum of Nations Arena was the largest and most famous arena in the Wudang Courtyard, and its meaning was something that everyone was familiar with. After listening to Zhang Chengbin's introduction, Chen Jing finally understood that the Mausoleum of Books was the owner of the ruins at the bottom of Wu Dang Mountain. Even then, the Mastermind didn't know about it, but after breaking a few jade slips found in the ruins of the palace, he realized that it was a cultivation cave of the Mausoleum of Books. Master Sanfeng was a grateful man. Knowing that everything that happened to him was thanks to the Mausoleum of Nations, he revered it as his teacher and built a large arena in the Wudang headquarters in the name of the Mausoleum of Nations' founder.

The Heavenly Mystery was a marquis during the time of the Ancient Emperor. Back then, he had accidentally created a cave on a spirit vein deep underground in his territory. This cave's most extraordinary aspect was its defensive array (also known as the semicircle film that Patriarch Sanfeng saw back then) and directly used the spirit vein underground as the energy source. He never thought that this unintentional act would actually create an immortal cave for tens of thousands of years. It turned out that after the Earth's spirit energy had been completely destroyed, the energy of the spirit vein had ensured the operation of the formation. At the same time, the formation also protected the dissipation of the energy of the spirit vein, supporting it for tens of thousands of years. Otherwise, the array would have been destroyed long ago. At the same time, the spirit vein had been destroyed by the array formation and had been wiped clean in the barren environment.

The Arena was a super arena that could accommodate millions of spectators. On the day of the finals, the great arena was packed to the brim with people. Chen Jing and his companions were among the million spectators. To be honest, these tickets were purchased at a high price from Yellow Ox. Today's grand occasion was naturally hard to come by. Of the millions of outer court disciples and the tens of millions of support personnel, who would not want to personally witness such a grand occasion?

On the stage, of course, Fairy Ni Chang was the same as usual with her red silk dress, and the Flying Immortal Swordsman was also the same as always with his white sword. Of course, during the buffer period of one day before the finals, there would naturally be intense competition for guessing. The gambling companies also offered all kinds of betting rates, but whether it was online guessing or online gambling, the results were all extremely similar. In other words, the two of them were evenly matched with each other.

With the sound of the referee's gong, the curtain finally opened for the tournament that was the focus of a million people. The first to move was naturally Fairy Ni Chang as she danced in the air, her red silk fluttering in the wind.

Although the Flying Immortal Swordsman did not move, his left hand wielded a sword while his right hand held a sword. His two arms spread out as he pointed his left foot at the ground and lifted his right knee.

Of course, Wan Kang could not let this state last for too long, because Tang Feiyan's Rainbow Dress Dance emphasized on gradually gathering momentum while singing and dancing, and then pushing forward layer by layer, while her mental state and strength would also increase layer by layer. If this situation was successful, Wan Kang might not even be able to reverse the situation even if he invited Da Luo Golden Immortal. Of course, this was not to say that the Rainbow Dress Dance would be invincible in the future, but the truth was that Tang Fei Yan's Rainbow Dress Dance had an irreparable weakness, and that was that it had no offensive power. If they were to fight in the wilderness, Wan Kang could just retreat far away and wait until he was exhausted. It was a pity that this was an arena. How big could an arena be? Where could Wan Kang retreat to? In the end, the final outcome would be for her to be pushed off the stage by the force of the dance.

Therefore, Wan Kang was not given a long time. Of course, he was not just standing there in a daze, nor was he posturing. Wan Kang was just looking for a fleeting flaw in the connection between Tang Fei Yan's moves. Indeed, in less than half a minute, Wan Kang had already drawn his sword, and his speed was extremely fast, to the vast majority of the audience, they couldn't even see how Wan Kang had done it. Layers after layers of silvery-white sword qi, like layers of bursting light curtains, rushed towards the flying rainbow butterfly in the middle of the stage. Of course, now that she had the experience, even the ignorant young girl would no longer be blindsided. Instead, she opened her eyes wide in curiosity, wanting to see how Fairy Ni Chang would resolve this fatal crisis.

Tang Feiyan naturally would not disappoint the audience. In fact, she did not need to do anything, as the spiral shaped force field created by Hong Ling and Guang Xiu was able to easily deflect the seemingly powerful sword energy. Tang Feiyan's only goal was to continue dancing.

As for the Flying Immortal Swordsman, she was in an awkward position. The powerful and peerlessly powerful sword Qi that she was using all her strength to unleash was like a pair of shoes scratching an itch, even after using all her strength, she was still unable to achieve anything. As time passed, Wan Kang had no choice but to slip away step by step.

"It's over!" Everyone in the audience sighed in their hearts. Wasn't Wan Kang the same as well? There was no helping it, this was a battle for the Great Dao. Even though Wan Kang had been through hundreds of battles and was invincible, even if his Sword Truth was imposing and powerful like a hot knife through butter, even if Wan Kang's understanding of the way of the sword was deeper and broader, even if … In the end, none of them were of much use. After all, this was a competition of the Dao. It was like an egg striking a stone; no matter how big the egg was, would it be of any use?

However, there was a miracle in this world. Amidst everyone's sighs, Wan Kang, who seemed like a mad devil, suddenly burst out a bloody sword light amidst layers of sword lights. In a split-second, the iron-clad Tang Feiyan, who was steadily advancing forward with absolute confidence, suddenly collapsed onto the stage, as pieces of flying red snow appeared in the middle of the stage, they were the red silk that had been stirred up by the sword qi!

"Absorb!" The millions of spectators did not expect that this seemingly certain and unsuspenseful situation would turn out to be like this!

How could Wan Kang have expected this? Honestly speaking, when Wan Kang was first sent flying by Tang Fei Yan's red silk bullet, although he had already expected it, he was not discouraged, because Wan Kang knew that his own sword qi was activated by the Great Way of the Sword. In addition to being unstoppable and destructive, he also had the ability to extract silk and peel cocoons, and he did not see that when the sword qi struck him, even though the colourless swirl created by the red silk sword qi was sliced apart by the thick layer of sword qi, but Wan Kang could clearly feel that the red silk sword qi had become sluggish in the instant of impact.

It was a pity that Wan Kang did not expect that Tang Feiyan's gathering speed would be much faster than his own reducing speed. That red ribbon's sluggishness actually lessened in the eyes of Wan Kang, and after ten minutes, Wan Kang's attack could no longer affect Hong Ling by even a little!

As time passed, the flying red silk in the middle of the arena was no longer the flying rainbow butterfly, nor was it the white silkworm chrysalis that was hiding in a cocoon. Instead, it was an impregnable fortress, a mountain that he could not cross.

On the arena stage, the depressed Wan Kang mechanically wielded his sword as he predicted that in the next second, he would be the same as the assassin Zhang Yan. He would be sent flying down the arena just like the other masters.

"Hua", Wan Kang swung his sword, the feedback from the battle of the great Dao once again swept across Wan Kang's heart, suddenly, a ray of red light flashed, it was a red ray of light, like a blood colored rainbow, instantly sweeping over Wan Kang's heart, Wan Kang suddenly gained enlightenment, following the blood colored light's concept, he swung his sword.