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Veins throbbed on Chen Mobai’s forehead, his hands trembling.

He had never imagined that after unleashing the full power of this talisman, it would be so hard to control.

If not for his diligent practice of the “Nourishing Thought Forge God Technique” recently, which had enhanced his Divine Sense, he would have lost control over this Purple Blaze Sword Aura long ago.

Despite this, he could still feel a sense of agitation and violent energy emanating from the purple flame, which was leaping and burning between his fingertips like a conscious being itself, constantly surging, trying to break free from his divine sense control.

“It’s over, once I wield this sword, you are doomed to lose!”

At this moment, Yan Feng also completed his fourth sword.

The “Heaven Heart Sword Talisman” in his fingertip turned into a sky-shattering gloomy aura about five or six meters long. Carrying a terrifying pressure of stagnating airflow, it slashed towards Chen Mobai.

“Perfect, my Purple Flame Tri-Sword Talisman is also ready.”

Chen Mobai shouted inwardly, it was perfect timing. A dazzling flame of purple color sprung up from his fingertips in an instant.

He let go of his control over the Purple Blaze Sword Aura with both hands and struggled to guide the flame with his divine sense to face the Sea Sword Qi slashing towards him from Yan Feng.

One purple light, one gloomy aura!

Under everyone’s gaze, the two Sword Auras collided. After a moment of silence, they exploded, sending out a shockwave after shockwave in expanding circles, spreading in all directions from the arena.

Everywhere the shockwaves went, the rocks in the arena cracked open, the air burned, and the gravel was crushed into dust.

In the midst of the startled cries, just when the nearest hundreds of spectators were about to be affected, several figures suddenly descended, waving their hands and forming a giant cubic light shield that closed off the area.

It was the student council members from the Cinnabarite Institute who had been on standby. Under the leadership of the familiar student council president, they restricted all the aftermath of the Sword Qi collision to the arena.

But it made things tough for Chen Mobai and Yan Feng.

At this point, both felt they were losing control over their own Sword Auras and could only passively supply their inner spiritual and vital energies as the power source for the rapidly ascending Sword Qi.

Because of his lower Realm level, Chen Mobai had been merely waiting for the outcome after releasing the control on the Purple Blaze Sword Aura.

The moment this Purple Blaze Sword Aura was cast, he could only leave it to fate.

Because he had run out of all spiritual power inside his body, as it had all been injected into the Sword Qi.

On the other hand, Yan Feng still had half of his spiritual power left. He felt that once his “Heaven Heart Sword Talisman” was out, the fourth Sea Sword could completely crush Chen Mobai and secure victory.

But the development of the situation was completely unexpected.

The fourth sword he forcibly launched with the “Heaven Heart Sword Talisman” was actually suppressed by the Purple Blaze Sword Qi in the first instance.

Yan Feng could not accept it, his face turning red as he burst out with all the remaining spiritual power in his body, increasing the power of his fourth sword.

The power of the “Heaven Heart Sword Talisman” depends on the user, and can be ascended up to Rank-3 at most.

Yan Feng, being at the ninth level of Qi cultivation, had already shown great rarity by using this valuable talisman to launch a Foundation Establishment level Sea Sword Qi across a large Realm boundary, even if draining his entire Dantian could only increase it a little bit.

However, charging it with the remaining half of his spiritual power balanced the power of the two Sword Auras.

“Damn it, just a little bit more, if I had a little more spiritual power, I could overpower this Purple Fire Sword Aura.”

At this point, Yan Feng began to regret using the Flying Talisman earlier which had wasted his spiritual power.

In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the two Sword Auras clashed and exploded, the shockwaves pushing him backward.

“I have to hang in there.”

Yan Feng planted his feet firmly, hoping to stay on the stage.

Across him, Chen Mobai looked equally pale, retreating step by step under the impact of the Sword Aura’s aftermath.

It was a matter of who would leave the stage first.

“I’m at the center of the arena, I have more room to fall back, I can win.”

Yan Feng’s divine sense circulated, calculating the distance between him and Chen Mobai, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Just as he saw a glimmer of hope, Chen Mobai grinned at him and immediately dropped to the ground. In this position, his fallback speed slowed down.

Yan Feng was taken aback, but he sneered and did the same, dropping to the ground.

“I can give up in the face of victory.”

Whispering to himself, Yan Feng gripped onto the stage with both his hands and feet, step by step, he was pushed off the stage by the Sword Aura’s aftermath.

But his eyes were filled with excitement, for he knew Chen Mobai would definitely leave the stage before him.

Almost five minutes later, the power of the two Sword Auras finally died down. Yan Feng managed to get himself up, wanting to embrace his victory.

But he realized that Chen Mobai was not beneath the stage.

Moreover, the spectators looked at him with pity.

“Where is he?”

Yan Feng looked around, his hoarse voice questioning the adjudicating teacher who stepped onto the stage. He found no sign of Chen Mobai on or below the stage.

“Over here.”

The adjudicating teacher walked to a pit on the stage, extending a hand to pull out Chen Mobai who was trapped in quicksand.

The latter had completely run out of strength and after being pulled out, he lay on the stage, gasping for breath.

“The winner, Chen Mobai!”

Upon hearing these six words, Yan Feng stood stupefied under the arena.

Looking at his opponent lying on the stage, he felt a sense of regret for the first time.

He should have been the winner.

He had even used the “Heaven Heart Sword Talisman” passed down from his ancestors…

Chen Mobai did not understand his opponent’s emotions, for joy and satisfaction had already filled his chest.

He had won!

Indeed, he, a cultivator honed in life-and-death battles, participating in this child’s play-like magic duel, managed to win the end, even though his Realm was lower.

It was with this belief, that Chen Mobai, even when facing Yan Feng’s “Heaven Heart Sword Talisman”, didn’t lose his sanity, but calmly sought everything he could use to find the light of victory.

He had accurately seized control of the pit he had created earlier using the Quicksand Talisman.

[If someone interviews me later, I’ll say this was a tactical plan I had laid earlier, Yan Feng’s all actions were within my calculations…]

While thinking this, Chen Mobai suddenly felt his body being lifted up.

He struggled to turn his head and found he was being lifted by Lu Hongsheng and his classmates, all celebrating wildly.

[Really now, this is just the semi-finals, the championship has not yet been won.]

Chen Mobai rolled his eyes at his classmates’ premature celebration after the semi-finals.

But he was completely drained, and he could only let them lift him..