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Chapter 111 The Genius of the Immortal Cultivation World 18

Rong Xiuzhu had been drawn from the Xuan Yi Sect and was scheduled to compete in the second round. At that moment, he was quietly waiting in the waiting area, his gaze fixed on one of the arenas, his expression solemn, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Time passed quietly, and soon the first round of competition came to an end. As expected, the Yunjian Sect successfully advanced.

As the gong sounded, signaling the start of the second round, Rong Xiuzhu stepped onto the arena with steady steps. A Yunjian Sect disciple, who had just finished competing, caught a glimpse of Rong Xiuzhu's face and felt it was familiar. He took a closer look, patted the person beside him in surprise, and said, "Big Brother, look! Isn't that Second Brother?"

The man turned back, bewildered, and asked, "What? Second Brother?" Then, following his direction, he looked toward the arena, his pupils dilated. Rong Xiuzhu—he's still alive! He clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on Rong Xiuzhu, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect you'd even dare to participate in this grand competition."

At this moment, Rong Xiuzhu was completely immersed in the battle. His opponent was only an eighth-level cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage. He looked arrogant, his sword tightly gripped in his hand, and he didn't seem to take Rong Xiuzhu seriously.

The battle was about to break out. The opponent struck first, swinging his sword, and a sharp sword energy shot like lightning straight at Rong Xiuzhu's face. Rong Xiuzhu flashed like a ghost, easily dodging the blow. The corner of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind. Then, Rong Xiuzhu also drew his sword, and with a twist of his wrist, a powerful spiritual power was injected into the blade, and it suddenly flashed with a dazzling light. He swung his sword and slashed, and a brilliant sword light shot towards his opponent. The opponent hurriedly swung his sword to block, but the powerful force made him retreat repeatedly. His feet left two deep marks on the ground, and his face was filled with shock.

Rong Xiuzhu didn't give his opponent a chance to breathe. He danced with the long sword in his hand, and the sword shadows were like a weaving. Each sword was powerful and accurate. The opponent hurriedly raised his sword to block, but his arm was numb from the attack like a storm. He felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand and almost couldn't hold the sword. Rong Xiuzhu's swordsmanship was sharp and changeable, sometimes like a whistling wind, sometimes like a drizzle, making it difficult for the opponent to predict. The opponent gradually couldn't hold on and was defeated. His face turned pale and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Finally, Rong Xiuzhu gripped the long sword tightly with both hands and raised it high. The spiritual energy around him began to surge wildly and gathered on the sword. Rong Xiuzhu swung the sword and slashed down. A huge sword light was like a flash of lightning, carrying the power of destroying the world and slashing straight at the opponent. The opponent looked at the sword light in horror and wanted to dodge but it was too late. The sword light instantly enveloped the opponent, and the powerful force directly knocked the opponent out. The opponent fell heavily to the ground, and the long sword in his hand also slipped out of his hand. He was no longer able to get up. This battle, Rong Xiuzhu quickly ended with absolute advantage. He stood on the battlefield, his posture upright, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light.

The disciples of the Cloud Sword Sect were stunned by the battle, their faces filled with disbelief. Rong Xiuzhu, he had actually recovered, and was still so powerful! This was simply unbelievable.

At this moment, the eldest disciple of the Yunjian Sect had an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and he muttered to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. That kind of poison is obviously unpredictable, how could he recover?" His face was full of astonishment, and his eyes revealed deep confusion and suspicion.

From then on, whenever Rong Xiuzhu took the field, he would swiftly defeat his opponents with overwhelming superiority. His powerful performances drew the crowd to a frenzy.

"The Tianjing Sect is truly powerful, and all of its disciples are extraordinary." The audience exclaimed in admiration.

"Yes, it is rare for every sect to cultivate such an outstanding disciple. But the disciples of Tianjing Sect who participated in three consecutive battles are all so outstanding." Someone sighed.

"I am now very curious about their daily cultivation methods." Another audience member echoed.

"I feel the same way. Their disciples are not very old, but their cultivation is very impressive."

"Also, doesn't this Rong Xiuzhu look familiar to you? If I'm not mistaken, he seems to have been a disciple of the Yunjian Sect, but was later expelled from the sect for some unknown reason." A sharp-eyed audience member suddenly said.

"Rong Xiuzhu? Isn't he the talented boy who reached the foundation-building stage at the age of thirteen? But for some reason, his cultivation declined drastically later." Someone immediately recalled.

"Indeed, he failed to even advance in the martial arts competition back then. Thinking back, there were quite a few people who felt sorry for him."

"Now he can be said to have finally reaped the rewards of his hard work. I just wonder if the people of the Yunjian Sect have ever regretted driving away such a genius." Everyone was discussing, feeling deeply moved by Rong Xiuzhu's experience.

At this moment, the leader of the Cloud Sword Sect naturally heard the discussions coming from all around him. His heart was filled with immense doubts. Rong Xiuzhu, how did he recover?

The Sect Master was filled with regret. If he had known what would happen, he would never have expelled Rong Xiuzhu from the Sect. Thinking about it now, he truly regretted it immensely, wishing he could turn back time and make a new decision.

Rong Xiuzhu did not engage in a head-on confrontation with the Yunjian Sect, and the Yunjian Sect was unfortunately eliminated in the battle with the Poyun Sect.

Next, the final round of competition arrived, and Rong Xiuzhu's opponent was a disciple of the Poyuan Sect. This Poyuan Sect disciple had reached the Golden Core Stage and his swordsmanship was extremely sophisticated, making him a formidable opponent.

On the fighting field, sunlight streamed down, illuminating the two men's towering figures. The Poyuan Sect disciple's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's. With a swipe of his longsword, a powerful sword energy whistled toward Rong Xiuzhu like lightning. The sword energy carried a powerful sense of oppression, but Rong Xiuzhu remained calm, his eyes as serene as water. With a ghostly flick, he deftly dodged the fierce blow. Then, with a twist of his wrist, his longsword thrust at the Poyuan Sect disciple at breakneck speed. The Poyuan Sect disciple reacted with remarkable speed, instantly raising his sword to block. The two swords collided with a resounding clash, their powerful force shaking the surrounding air and stirring up a cloud of dust.

The two sides exchanged blows, swords crisscrossing, and the battle entered a fierce stage. The Poyuan Sect disciple's swordsmanship was fierce, each stroke imbued with immense power and exquisite technique, attempting to overpower Rong Xiuzhu. He would leap high and slash, then move swiftly, his sword like a dragon, making his movements difficult to predict. Rong Xiuzhu, on the other hand, responded calmly, using his agility and superb swordsmanship to counterattack again and again. Sometimes he would strike back with swiftness, his swordsmen weaving in a flurry of movement, leaving the Poyuan Sect disciple overwhelmed; sometimes he would use softness to overcome hardness, skillfully neutralizing the opponent's immense strength, like a small force displacing a large one.

As the battle progressed, Rong Xiuzhu gradually discovered the Poyuan Sect disciple's weakness. A glint flashed in his eyes, and a plan emerged. He deliberately revealed a flaw, luring the Poyuan Sect disciple into attacking. As expected, the Poyuan Sect disciple fell into his trap and lunged at him with his sword. Rong Xiuzhu's lips curled slightly, and in an instant, he dodged the attack. At the same time, his sword, like a spirit snake, stabbed at the Poyuan Sect disciple's vulnerable spot. The Poyuan Sect disciple was horrified and tried to dodge, but it was too late. Ultimately, Rong Xiuzhu successfully defeated the Poyuan Sect disciple and won the victory. The audience erupted in cheers, and everyone was amazed at Rong Xiuzhu's brilliant performance.