Jiang Yixing, however, did not fear, saying, "There's nothing to compare with a defeated opponent. Let's see who's stronger or weaker in a real showdown!"

Zhang Jianyi felt a bit displeased at Jiang Yixing's arrogance.

The thought of crippling Jiang Yixing grew increasingly fervent in his mind. His peak Yang Wheel cultivation roared within him, like a volcano about to erupt.

If Han Song hadn't been defeated by Jiang Yixing, his opponent now would have been Chu Nan.

However, in Zhang Jianyi's view, Jiang Yixing and Chu Nan were on par; either one would pose the same challenge.

At this moment, Yang Wenkai announced, "Round three, begin!"

Chu Nan watched intently, uncertain about who would win on stage, but he believed that even if Jiang Yixing lost, it would not be an easy victory for Zhang Jianyi.

As the martial contest commenced, Jiang Yixing revealed his long blade, and simultaneously, Zhang Jianyi showcased his spirit martial weapon.

It was a completely black Dragon Fire Spear, engraved with complex golden patterns on its surface, and the red tassel on its spearhead seemed like a blazing fire.

Its quality was actually that of a king-tier spirit martial weapon, on par with the Willow Branch Sword!

Clang clang!

Soon, metallic clashes erupted on the stage as Jiang Yixing and Zhang Jianyi engaged in battle.

Jiang Yixing's sword qi was unending, like waves rippling, calm as an abyss when still, and surging like stormy seas when in motion!

Zhang Jianyi's long spear danced, sparks flying everywhere, each thrust bringing with it searing flames, making the spear in his hands seem like a fire-breathing dragon.

Blade against spear, water against fire!

Logically, water should conquer fire, but Zhang Jianyi's increasingly fierce fire pressure left Jiang Yixing almost breathless.

At that moment, the full extent of his peak Yang Wheel cultivation was unleashed, with all sorts of martial skills being incredibly sharp, the weakest having at least achieved great success!

Nevertheless, Jiang Yixing was no weakling. Though his cultivation and spirit martial weapon were slightly inferior, his mastery of martial skills was faintly superior to Zhang Jianyi's, allowing him to hold on for dozens of moves without the use of martial intent.

But as time progressed, Jiang Yixing became increasingly strained, and with a loud shout, he unleashed his Water Martial Intent, his blade waves surging like tidal waves, each strike surpassing the last!

"Martial intent? I can too!" Zhang Jianyi sneered, his aura soaring once again, his whole body igniting with flames that did not harm him, as if he were clad in armor made of fire.

Each thrust of the Red Tassel Spear left a blooming lotus of fire exploding in mid-air.

Jiang Yixing's wave-like blade momentum began showing signs of collapse under such fierce attacks, revealing his defeat.

Indeed, martial intent released by a Yang Wheel Martial Artist was stronger than that released by a Spirit Pill Martial Artist!

Chu Nan frowned slightly, unwilling to concede, but he had to admit that Zhang Jianyi's strength was superior to Jiang Yixing's, and Jiang Yixing was bound to lose this fight.

"Jiang Yixing, let me end your martial artist career with my Dragon Fire Spear!" Zhang Jianyi sneered, thrusting his spear straight at Jiang Yixing's dantian!

If this strike hit, Jiang Yixing would be crippled, his dantian utterly destroyed even if he survived!

A fierce gleam flashed in Jiang Yixing's eyes as he mustered all his strength to block the strike with his long blade in front of him.

Bam!

The spear struck the blade, the vibrating force fracturing Jiang Yixing's wrist bones and sending his body flying backward, crashing heavily off the stage.

Zhang Jianyi frowned slightly at this sight, a look of regret in his eyes he said, "Couldn't cripple your cultivation, consider yourself lucky."

Seeing this, Chu Nan internally cursed, for even with all his and Chu Jiang's rivalry, he had not crippled his opponent's cultivation, yet Zhang Jianyi was this ruthless!

Fortunately, Jiang Yixing reacted swiftly, blocking the strike just in time, or it might have been a lifelong regret.

Chu Jiang helped Jiang Yixing to the recovering area for healing.

Zhang Jianyi gave Chu Nan a provocative glance as he stepped off the stage, the meaning clear.

The audience's discussions erupted at this moment: "So strong, Jiang Yixing with martial intent had almost no chance under Zhang Jianyi's attack!"

"Is this the strongest disciple of the Cyan Profound Sect? How can Cyan Mountain Sword Sect's Chu Nan contend?"

"I think Chu Nan will be defeated in at most thirty moves."

"Thirty moves? Twenty would be good enough."

With this battle over, the next was the final round, where the champion of the Cyan Profound competition would be decided!

Chu Nan emerged like a dark horse, forcing his way into the scene.

Yet, after witnessing Zhang Jianyi's strength, almost everyone without exception believed Chu Nan was bound to lose.

Chu Nan had martial intent, and so did Zhang Jianyi, but Zhang Jianyi was a Yang Wheel, so how could Chu Nan withstand him?

With the final match approaching, the nearby betting houses immediately opened new bets.

"New odds, new odds! Come place your bets!"

"Betting on Chu Nan lasting thirty moves pays two, fifty moves pays five, if Chu Nan wins, it's a tenfold payout!"

Every year during the Cyan Profound competition, it's typically the gambling houses' profitable period, where they often earn a fortune, rarely experiencing losses.

As the betting opened, a large number of martial artists rushed in before the final round started to place their bets.

"I bet a hundred gold that Chu Nan will last thirty moves!"

"I bet fifty gold for fifty moves!"

"I also bet fifty gold for fifty…"

Banknotes were slapped down on the betting table like they were free, but no one placed a bet on Chu Nan winning.

Clearly, no matter how impressive Chu Nan's talents might be, they didn't believe he could win.

"I bet on Chu Nan to win, ten thousand in gold tickets!"

The crowd parted, as a big bearded man slammed down gold tickets worth ten thousand on the betting table.

Everyone was stunned in that moment; nobody imagined someone would bet so much on Chu Nan winning at such a time—wasn't this madness?

All were baffled, even laughing: "Betting on Chu Nan to win, no matter how talented he is, cannot be a match for Zhang Jianyi!"

"Indeed, betting such a big amount is just someone with more money than sense."

The betting operator was immensely happy, ten thousand gold was no small amount; this was practically free money.

Lin An snorted with laughter before saying, "A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well, just wait and see, you'll regret it later!"

He had always been extremely confident in Chu Nan, believing undeniably that Chu Nan would be the champion this time.

Meanwhile, after a brief rest, Zhang Jianyi adjusted himself to peak condition, then Yang Wenkai announced, "Final round of the Cyan Profound competition, please Cyan Profound Sect's Zhang Jianyi and Cyan Mountain Sword Sect's Chu Nan take the stage!"

Chu Nan suddenly stood up, eyes filled with an overwhelming fighting spirit.

Jiang Yixing and Zheng Yao simultaneously reminded, "Chu Nan, be careful in everything!"

Chu Nan smiled lightly, nodding, "Don't you trust my strength? Just a mere Yang Wheel, I, Chu Nan, do not fear!"

Chu Nan and Zhang Jianyi climbed onto the stage together, immediately sending the crowd into a frenzy.

This would be the pinnacle battle of this Cyan Profound competition, with the victor receiving generous rewards, earning the respect of countless martial artists, soaring into the skies!

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