This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 614 - 81: Let’s move on to the next one.

Chapter 614: Chapter 81: Let’s move on to the next one.

“The swordsmanship of ‘Absolute Sword’ is truly remarkable. I’m completely outmatched,” although the Daoist from Kaiyang was defeated, without the involvement of any benefits, he harbored no resentment, but in his heart, he couldn’t help but sigh:

He practiced the Seven Slaughters Spirit Art, already one of the strongest Nascent Soul Cultivators within his sect. Yet he had no power to resist before Lu Qingshan. If other Nascent Soul Cultivators within his sect were to face Lu Qingshan, what would their situation be?

The thought alone was enough to make one’s heart tremble.

He decided to go back and earnestly remind his younger female sect disciples that in the future, when encountering Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect, it would be best to steer clear of them whenever possible.

Daoist from Kaiyang sighed inwardly.

At least before reaching the Sixth Realm, Spiritual Cultivators are at a disadvantage when facing Sword Cultivators.

“Thank you for going easy,” Lu Qingshan had a good relationship with the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, so he responded to the courteous Daoist from Kaiyang with a hint of friendliness as well.

The Daoist from Kaiyang retreated in an open and carefree manner.

The cultivators of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion have always been detached from worldly concerns, or perhaps they look at the bigger picture. Could it be said that they work for the common good of the world?

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In any case, regarding where the Snail Dao Arena would be built, the perspective of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion was the same as that of Xia Zhao:

It didn’t matter in which domain it was built, as it was still within the territories of the Human Race, and it would enhance the strength of the human race. What difference would it make then?

This was why there was only one participant from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion among the ten cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm this time.

….

Just as everyone thought it would be another restless two hours, Lu Qingshan, who stood quietly in front of the Mountain and Sea Column, suddenly spoke up:

“Your Excellency King Qing Mei, I think there’s no need for a break. Let’s continue with the next match.”

The moment he opened his mouth, it was like a thunderclap that shocked everyone.

“Proceed with the next match?” King Qing Mei’s eyes flickered slightly, but his expression remained unchanged as he asked for confirmation.

“Yes,” Lu Qingshan nodded, “There is no need to waste time.”

He wasn’t being deliberately mysterious, just simply stating the plain truth.

During the previous four hours of rest, his condition had already recovered to its peak.

Although the Primordial Spirit Attack Spirit Spells used by the Daoist from Kaiyang were somewhat interesting, it must be said that the entire Magical Combat was rather uneventful.

He used merely the most standard combination of Flying Sword and Slaughter Sword Intent, and won with ease.

In terms of Spiritual Power consumption, compared to his vast reserves of Spiritual Power, it was like a drop in the ocean, not worth mentioning.

If he didn’t want to stand out too much and attract unnecessary trouble, Lu Qingshan would have even fancied letting the three remaining cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm come at him all at once and get it over with in one go.

However, while he was confident, he did not consider himself to be arrogant, and such a presumptuous act was just a passing thought.

…

Since Lu Qingshan himself had taken the initiative to speak, King Qing Mei certainly had no reason to object.

“Since that is the case, the nineteenth Magical Combat is ready to begin.”

Lu Qingshan stood proudly at the center of the Nurturing Heart Platform, like a towering mountain casting a shadow large enough to envelop all cultivators present.

His gaze remained as determined as ever, falling straight on the group of cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm.

“Wu Rui of the Central Heavenly Realm, challenges the Eastern Domain.” In the next instant, one of the three cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm who had not yet appeared in the arena stepped forward under Lu Qingshan’s gaze.

The world is not devoid of the kind of pride that says, “stand and be eliminated” unique only to the Sword Sect.

Cultivators of Great Xia have it too.

This Great Xia cultivator named Wu Rui was well aware that he was no match for Lu Qingshan, but that did not mean he lacked the courage to challenge Lu Qingshan proactively.

The other two cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm were similarly restless and eager to move.

Lu Qingshan merely swept his gaze over Wu Rui with utmost calm.

…

…

“The twenty-first match of magical combat, the Eastern Domain wins.”

King Qing Mei’s voice echoed in the Nurturing Heart Platform.

A short-statured Taoist retreated from the platform, looking utterly dispirited and dejected.

He was the last Cultivator from the Central Heavenly Realm, and his defeat signified the elimination of all ten Cultivators from the Central Heavenly Realm.

The Central Heavenly Realm had become the first region to be ousted from the competition at the Daoist arena.

They had anticipated defeat.

But what they hadn’t expected was that, except for Li Feng, who had forced Lu Qingshan to show some unconventional techniques, starting from the second match with Taoist Fang Zhang, Lu Qingshan seemed to become a Sword Cultivator who specialized in Internal Sword techniques—a single strategy—enter the arena, seek out an opponent, and then stand still, launching a Flying Sword imbued with Slaughter Sword Intent, and begin to output while standing in position.

This standing output of Sword Cultivators could be said to be the most mundane and monotonous of techniques.

Yet it was this simple method that left no one with a way to cope:

Fang Zhang, the Taoist, lost his life to a single Flying Sword.

The Taoist from Kaiyang was somewhat taller among the short, managing to last thirty breaths under the simultaneous assault of Lu Qingshan’s Three Swords.

As for the remaining three Cultivators, although their situations were slightly better than Fang Zhang’s, they were merely less hopeless in comparison; the one who fared the best only lasted for fifteen breaths.

The Cultivators in front of the Zhao Wall couldn’t help but introspectively question themselves upon witnessing this scene, wondering if they could find a way to break through if they were to face Lu Qingshan’s Flying Sword assault.

Although they were reluctant to admit it, most Cultivators arrived at a certain conclusion: Lu Qingshan’s Flying Swords presented them with an unsolvable problem.

This sense of frustration left them at a loss for words.

This feeling, in the context of Lu Qingshan’s previous life, could be likened to something quite fitting: it’s like playing the card game “Fight the Landlord” where the landlord has revealed all his cards, and you still can’t beat him.

Following the Central Heavenly Realm’s definitive exit from the competition, the watching Cultivators from the realm all had despondent expressions on their faces, whereas the Marquis of South Ming seemed much calmer.

Because after Li Feng had been so effortlessly eliminated by Lu Qingshan, he had anticipated this outcome, and as a Seventh Realm Great Cultivator, he still possessed the self-discipline to keep his emotions from showing.

He scoffed inwardly, feeling no hatred towards Lu Qingshan, but instead turned his gaze toward the team leaders of the other Five Regions’ Great Cultivators.

I’ve been bested this time; I encountered someone more skilled than me, and I accept that.

Now it’s your turn. I want to see what you can do about this Lu Qingshan. Do you truly have any right to gloat over my misfortune earlier?

……

“Shall we proceed directly to the next one?” King Qing Mei asked Lu Qingshan with a hint of a smile.

“Yes,” Lu Qingshan replied noncommittally, “let’s proceed directly to the next one.”

“Very well,” King Qing Mei, with growing admiration in his eyes, announced loudly, “The twenty-second match of magical combat will soon begin. If anyone wishes to challenge the Eastern Domain, please step forward promptly.”

“Yan Fei of the Western Domain challenges Lu Qingshan of the Eastern Domain.” As soon as King Qing Mei finished speaking, a deep voice rang out.

The watching Cultivators erupted into an uproar, bubbling like boiling water, murmuring incessantly.

From the ranks of the Western Domain Cultivators, a man walked out leisurely. He was of a solid build, looking to be around thirty years old.

Dressed in a plain grey robe, he had thick eyebrows and large eyes. His face was not particularly handsome, especially when compared to Lu Qingshan. This contrast was even more evident.

But what an imposing figure he presented—who could look at him and not praise him as “quite a man”?

Facing off against “Sword Absolute” Lu Qingshan was the second-ranked ‘Eight-armed Vajra’ Yan Fei from the Yellow List. This was undoubtedly the highest-profile battle that all spectators could think of.