Zhou Yang stared at the figure on the battlefield, with a solemn look on his face.
This person's strength is comparable to him. If a person like this appears in a group battle, how strong should the person participating in the elite battle be?
He was originally very confident, but at this moment he felt a little unsure.
"This person's strength is too tyrannical. Who is he?" someone asked curiously.
"Duan Ya, a core disciple of the Lingtian Sword Sect." An insider whispered: "It is said that he is the most talented person in the Lingtian Sword Sect for hundreds of years. If he had been born a few years earlier, Dong Li would not be able to suppress him."
The hearts of the people around were trembling wildly. They all knew the name of Dong Li. He was a symbolic figure of the Lingtian Sword Sect. He had entered the supreme realm two years ago. This person was actually more powerful than Dong Li. No wonder he could sweep the entire field.
"The Dao Sect disciples don't seem to be very strong." A slightly mocking voice came from Duan Ya's mouth. When he spoke, he glanced at the Dao Sect crowd lightly, as if he was dismissive.
The hearts of the vast crowd trembled violently. Are Dao Sect disciples not strong enough?
His words provoked all the Dao Sect disciples.
How arrogant.
However, his performance just now was the strongest in the game. Even in a one-on-one fight, no one could compete with him. He indeed had the confidence to be arrogant.
The Dao Sect disciples clenched their fists and stared at Duan Ya's figure angrily, wishing they could go up and fight him. No one had ever dared to look down on a Dao Sect disciple, and he was the first.
"It's just a victory. What's there to show off? Are the academy disciples so restless?" Zhou Yang said indifferently.
"There is indeed nothing worth showing off. This battle is not challenging." Duan Ya chuckled and looked at Zhou Yang: "You should be the strongest in the Dao Sect. Let's see your strength in the next battle. I hope you don't let I'm so disappointed."
Zhou Yang's pupils shrank slightly, his face remained calm, and he said, "You will see it."
Duan Ya's words made countless people's minds spin rapidly. Next came the elite battle, a confrontation between the strongest from both sides. Duan Ya's strength was obvious to all. Is there any disciple in the academy who is stronger than him?
For a time, many people were worried about Daozong.
If Daozong loses, his reputation will be suppressed by the academy.
Jian Jin and Huo Yun's expressions were calm from beginning to end. This was just a discussion and could not determine the future of Dao Sect.
Zhou Yang stepped out and came to the battlefield. He looked at the crowd in the academy and then fell on a young man in black robe. He stood there quietly, making it easy for people to ignore his presence.
He was the only one in the academy who did not participate in the battle. There was no doubt that he was the strongest.
Seeing Zhou Yang's gaze, the young man in black robe walked directly out of the crowd without saying anything, and then came to the battlefield.
"Who is he?" Questions came out one after another. This person was the last to fight. He was definitely an unusual person. He might be more famous than Duan Ya.
"If I remember correctly, his name seems to be Qi Cheng." Someone responded.
"A member of the royal family?" Many people suddenly showed a look of surprise, and soon their expressions returned to normal. Behind the academy is the royal family, and it is normal for the royal family's genius to join the academy.
"It's just the same surname. He is not a member of the royal family, and his soul is not from Xingchen Mountain." Another voice came out, and the crowd's expression suddenly became a little weird. Is it such a coincidence?
However, they didn't think too much. They looked at the two figures on the battlefield, with expectations on their faces. This battle was the pinnacle of the showdown, and they didn't know what the scene would be like.
"Please enlighten me." Zhou Yang stretched out his hand and said, still being humble and polite even when dealing with his opponents.
Qi Cheng did not reply, and shot forward. At this moment, the crowd only felt a black lightning flashing in front of their eyes, and it was difficult to capture its movement trajectory.
Zhou Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp edge, and he also rushed forward. A long sword appeared in his hand, and sword light was released in the void, as if cutting the space, making a harsh sound, and they all killed the black-robed young man.
When many sword lights came to Qi Cheng's front, they suddenly stopped, as if blocked by an invisible barrier, and then all the sword lights were destroyed, as if they had never appeared.
"What kind of power is that?" Countless people stared at Qi Cheng with surprise.
"Space power." Someone explained: "He used space power to obliterate the opponent's attack. It looked like he didn't move, but he actually took action."
Many people were filled with emotions, this was the demeanor of an extremely talented person, and they couldn't understand why he took action.
Zhou Yang naturally saw that Qi Cheng was using space power, and there was a bit of solemnity in his eyes. He also understood the space power, but he had not yet reached the level of Qi Cheng. What he was good at was swordsmanship.
Zhou Yang continued to move forward, a sword-shaped pattern appeared between his eyebrows, and his whole body was wrapped in sword intent. At this moment, many people couldn't help but have the illusion that Zhou Yang seemed to have turned into a real sword, extremely sharp and indestructible.
Qi Cheng still stood there, watching Zhou Yang rush towards him.
"He's still not moving?" Many people looked at Qi Cheng in shock. Is he so confident in his own strength?
The powerful men in the academy also looked at Qi Cheng, with smiles on their faces. They had all seen Qi Cheng take action, and it was not a problem against many low-level supremes. It was almost impossible for a half-step supreme to defeat him.
Finally, Zhou Yang came to Qi Cheng, his eyes filled with indomitable faith. If Qi Cheng could not be defeated with this sword, he would be the loser.
At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly erupted from Qi Cheng's body. He stretched out his palm forward and directly grasped Zhou Yang's sword. This move made Zhou Yang's eyes change instantly. Is he crazy?
Not only Zhou Yang, but also the crowd was shocked, and their hearts were filled with turmoil.
Zhou Yang's sword was so powerful that he actually used his hand to strike the sword. If he didn't catch it, his hand would be gone. This was simply crazy.
"Pfft..."
Harsh friction sounds continued to be heard, and blood flowed from Qi Cheng's palm, but he still held Zhou Yang's sword tightly. Zhou Yang was shocked in his heart. What did he mean?
The powerful men in the academy also realized that something was wrong. What was Qi Cheng doing?
At a certain moment, Qi Cheng waved his palm, threw Zhou Yang's sword away, and said, "You win."
As this voice fell, the vast space fell into silence.
Countless people had a look of astonishment on their faces, thinking that they were hallucinating, but he actually gave up?
The powerful men in the academy stared at Qi Cheng, their hearts filled with rage. They naturally saw that Qi Cheng deliberately lost to Zhou Yang, but they couldn't understand why Qi Cheng did this?
Could it be that he is from the Dao Sect?
The faces of Qi Huan and the other five major priests were extremely gloomy. The situation before them was completely beyond their expectations. The most powerful disciple of the academy deliberately lost to Dao Zong. This was a slap in the face of the academy in front of the whole world.
At this moment, everyone in Daozong was also confused. They didn't understand why Qi Cheng would deliberately admit defeat. This was so surprising!
