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Chapter 72 - Sword Intent Elementary Form

After the match started, the entire audience suddenly quietened down and all of them turned their gazes towards the arena.

At this moment, Ye Yang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, he didn't know if it was intentional or not, but his position had already been occupied by Wu Youruo.

The only seat in the group was right beside Wu Youlan, so Ye Yang had no choice but to sit.

When Ye Yang sat down, he obviously felt Wu Youlan's body tensing up, making him look extremely nervous.

However, Ye Yang didn't pay much attention to it as he continued to gaze at the martial ring.

Seeing that Ye Yang did not look at him anymore, Wu Youlan inwardly heaved a sigh of relief, but immediately after, he felt a little disappointed.

At this moment, the two people on the stage were already locked in battle. Staff swung swords as energy shot out in all directions.

Feng Buping danced with the long rod like a tiger dancing in the wind. Within a radius of a few meters, it was filled with pole shadows, like a rolling ball.

However, Ye Yuhan's sword flew up and down, and he did not give way, in a blink of an eye, the two of them had already exchanged more than 40 moves.

"Big brother, who do you think has a higher chance of victory?" Lan Xiaodie asked.

Hearing this question, the surrounding people looked at Lan Wenjun in anticipation, wanting to hear the evaluation of the number one ranker on the Martial Master Ranking.

Lan Wenjun muttered to himself for a bit, and said with a stern face: "I think Ye Yuhan will win, although right now they are only probing our attack, and have not used their full strength, but Ye Yuhan's body has a kind of concealed aura, that even I have to be afraid of."

"What, no way!" Everyone was shocked, what was so strong that even Lan Wenjun had to be afraid of?

Meng Fei was even more shocked, because Lan Wenjun's evaluation was almost exactly the same as Ye Yang's.

Following Feng Buping's shout, the iron rod instantly turned fiery-red, causing the spectators who were near the stage to feel a wave of heat attack them.

"Looks like Feng Buping is going to use his ultimate move. The Fire Cloud Staff is a low grade Profound Rank combat skill, it's extremely powerful."

"Feng Buping relied on this move to defeat many strong opponents. It could be considered his trump card."

Facing the incoming fire rod, Ye Yuhan still maintained a cold face. With a shake of the sword in his hand, an ice-cold chill instantly filled the air.

The longsword in Ye Yuhan's hand was instantly plated with a layer of white frost; however, this white frost contained an endless amount of destructive power.

Bang.

As the sword and staff clashed, a strong force exploded out in all directions, causing the spectators nearby to be alarmed.

Everyone looked at the stage once again, but Ye Yuhan did not move an inch, while Feng Buping was knocked more than ten steps back. Luckily the stage was big enough, if it was a normal stage, he would have already been blown off the stage.

Feng Buping was also shocked, that strike just now had caused his vital energy and blood to churn, and he almost could not hold onto the long rod anymore.

"Very good, you new student, you are very strong, but I will definitely let you know, the older student is definitely not as simple as you think he is," With that, Feng Buping's aura changed, and instantly became stronger.

Ye Yuhan did not reply, and only coldly looked at him.

"Wow, Feng Buping has been pushed to a dead end by the freshmen, he's already beginning to use his trump card!"

"To be able to force Feng Buping to use his ultimate move, this newbie is really powerful, it's not shameful even if he loses."

Suddenly, he felt Feng Buping's aura becoming much stronger than before, his current cultivation was extremely close to the peak of the warrior realm.

The new students were all very surprised, but seeing that the people from Eight Desolate City were all confused, Wu Youruo explained to them.

It turned out that apart from cultivation techniques and battle skills, there was another type of secret technique in this world — a secret technique.

The secret techniques were extremely precious. In the Tianwu Academy, there was only one book, and the price for learning it was actually eight hundred thousand points. This made all the students bemoan the fact.

And on the continent, it was vast and boundless. There were bound to be some lucky people who would get some fortuitous encounters.

In the past, Feng Buping had passed down a secret technique, but that was not enough.

When using it, one could only barely raise their cultivation by a small level. Moreover, after using it, one would enter a long period of weakness. The disadvantages were great.

Sensing the powerful aura in his body, Feng Buping smiled confidently: "Brat, you better be prepared. If you can't handle it, you should surrender early and avoid getting hurt."

Following Ye Yuhan's actions, the air seemed to congeal, and snowflakes began to slowly appear within a radius of several meters with him at the center.

"Heavens, what type of true qi is this?"

"This seems to be the legendary variant of water attribute zhenqi — ice attribute!"

"I never thought that he would be so powerful. Even I can feel my body getting cold outside, the Feng Buping opposite of him will definitely have an even harder time."

Seeing Ye Yuhan's aura slowly condense, as's aura increased, the pressure on him became greater and greater.

This won't do, I have to interrupt him. The current Feng Buping had already completely lost the confidence he had just now.

He circulated all his Zhen Qi and shouted, "Fire Beacon Kill!"

As if he did not see Feng Buping approaching him, the longsword was still raised up according to its previous frequency, until it was raised high above his head, the tip of the sword flashing with a cold light.

Ye Yang's heart trembled. He felt that Ye Yuhan was like a sharp blade that had just left its sheath, slashing through all the obstacles in front of him.

When Lan Wenjun saw this scene, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle. Even someone as calm as him couldn't hide the fear in his heart.

At the same time, in a quiet room deep within the academy, Bai Yunzi and the organizer from before were happily sipping tea while facing a wall made of jade.

However, when the two of them saw Ye Yuhan, a cold light flashed from the swords in their hands, and the two of them put down their teacups at the same time, their eyes filled with surprise and joy.

Just as Feng Buping's rod was about to hit Ye Yuhan, Ye Yuhan's longsword had also reached a high point as it slashed forward with a cold glint.

"Break the ice seal!"

With a bang, it shook everyone to the point that their ears rumbled.

The people around the arena were so shocked that their eardrums burst.

A figure flew out in a sorry state and landed outside of the arena. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the figure and could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

Feng Buping's rod had already been cut into two, and a long wound was dripping blood on his chest.

The entire audience fell silent, and some people even swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty.

"Sword Intent". No one knew who it was as they trembled and spat out this word.

"How is this possible? He actually comprehended sword intent?" The crowd still could not believe it.

Sword intent, also known as the sword intent concept, was the sword artist's full intent. All of his attention was focused on the sword, causing the sword to resonate and produce an endless amount of killing power.

Both of their weapons were ordinary refined weapons, of the same hardness. According to the density, their long sticks would be even stronger.

But right now, the long rod had already been cut into two, it was obvious that Ye Yuhan had comprehended sword intent.

Inside the secret room, Bai Yunzi stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Although it is only the elementary form of sword intent, in the future, it will definitely have unlimited potential. If I can reach the initial stage of sword intent, then it will definitely shine on the continent."

The current Feng Buping's face was deathly pale. In that instant earlier, he seemed to have seen the death god's beckoning to him.

Feng Buping bowed towards Ye Yuhan who was on the stage, and said in a clear voice, "Thank you for showing mercy, Sir."

Although Feng Buping lost, but he was convinced of his defeat, and knew that if Ye Yuhan had not retracted part of his strength, his injuries would have been even more severe.

Ye Yuhan only nodded indifferently, without a hint of emotion, and without a hint of joy from obtaining victory.

"The winner, Ye Yuhan, obtained half of Feng Buping's points, as well as the temporary right to stay in the level nine residence." The judge's voice sounded.

Under the admiring and respectful gazes of the crowd, Ye Yuhan left the stage, but he did not leave. Instead, he walked straight in front of Ye Yang.

"I heard the next match will be you," Ye Yuhan said.

"That's right!"

"After you finish him off, I hope to be able to challenge you," Ye Yuhan's words shocked everyone. He had already comprehended the sword intent, who among the same level would accept his challenge?

"Sure, but I have conditions." Ye Yang thought for a moment.

"What condition?"

"If you lose, you have to be my follower, okay?" Ye Yang stared at Ye Yuhan and said.

What? Ye Yang actually wants to have Ye Yuhan, who has already comprehended sword intent, as his follower? Is this a joke?

A martial artist who had comprehended sword intent was destined to soar into the sky in the future. He was actually a top existence in the cultivation world. To think that he would want to take someone else as his follower. He was simply daydreaming.

"Alright," Ye Yuhan agreed without even thinking.

Ye Yang was stunned for a moment before smiling, "You agreed so easily? "If I lose, I won't have any room to go back on my words!"

"I won't lose, and even more so, I won't lose to someone with a lower cultivation level," Ye Yuhan said coldly, her tone revealing her strong confidence.

However, no one dared to laugh at him because he did indeed have the ability to do so.

"Good, as expected of a genius who has comprehended sword intent. Indeed, only such a strong and confident person would be able to comprehend sword intent," Lan Wenjun, who had not spoken until now, said.

However, Ye Yuhan glanced at Lan Wenjun, and without saying a word, he found an empty seat and sat down: "I'll watch your next match from here."

It was obvious that the last sentence was directed at Ye Yang. Lan Caidie was instantly angered, and was about to run over and teach this rude fellow a lesson.

However, Lan Wenjun was not angry at all as he stopped Lan Xiaodie. "This is his path of cultivation, the path of a swordsman is filled with loneliness. He must maintain this kind of mentality in order to be able to enter a higher realm."

Everyone then realised, at the same time they could not help but admire Lan Wenjun's magnanimity, this was the demeanor of the number one expert in the academy.

While they were talking, another large group of people rushed in from the entrance. This time, there were over a hundred people.

The leader was a man in white, with a face that was around twenty years old. He looked good, but Ye Yang felt that this person was very gloomy, completely the opposite of Lan Wenjun.

Ye Yang recognized the person behind him. It was Mu Bai and he had already broken through to the Martial Master realm.

Looking further back, he saw a familiar face, but Ye Yang didn't recognize it. However, after pondering for a moment, Ye Yang realized that this person looked very similar to Zhao Zihao, so there's a high chance that he's Zhao Zilong.

The group of people majestically arrived at the stand next to Ye Yang. The students who were originally in the stands immediately moved out of the way and made way for them.

The man in white glanced at Ye Yang and said, "A brat who hasn't even grown hair yet dares to act like a bird. Aren't you afraid of dying without a burial ground?"

The expressions of everyone in Eight Desolate City changed.