Chapter 268 Scene 1

The atmosphere of the conference reached a climax amid deafening cheers. The auditorium was packed with people looking forward to the exciting match that was about to unfold. With the host's order, the competition officially began, and Feng Hao, the core disciple of Tianxing Sect, walked onto the stage with a confident smile.

Feng Hao was wearing a white Taoist robe, looking handsome and unrestrained, with a bit of unruliness between his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. His strength was well-known among the inner disciples, and he had won several battles with absolute suppression. The object of this challenge was a purple-robed disciple of the Blood Knife Sect named Ziyun.

Ziyun was dressed in a purple robe, with a handsome face and a cold temperament, giving people an unfathomable feeling. His strength should not be underestimated, especially since his sect was known for its ferocity, which made him particularly eye-catching on the field. There seemed to be a grudge between the two of them, and the confrontation at this moment was particularly tense.

Feng Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice was full of provocation: "Ziyun, I heard that you have been rude and arrogant during this period. I wonder if this battle will allow me to see your abilities?"

Ziyun snorted coldly, showing no sign of weakness: "Humph, Feng Hao, do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are a core disciple of Tianxing Sect? Today I will let you know what true strength is!"

As soon as the two finished speaking, the atmosphere on the field became tense, and the expectations of the audience around them became higher and higher. Feng Hao and Ziyun looked at each other, and they both understood that the competition before them was not only a competition of strength, but also a competition of dignity for both sides.

With the order, the match officially began! Feng Hao immediately launched a swift attack, using both his fists and feet, and with his smooth body movements, he pounced on Ziyun like a cheetah. Every move he made was accompanied by a strong Qi force, and the surrounding air was vibrating due to his attack.

Ziyun faced Feng Hao's attack with an unchanged expression. He slightly deviated his feet and nimbly dodged Feng Hao's first attack. He then made a counterattack and released a purple light with his hand, heading towards Feng Hao.

"Go!" Ziyun shouted, and the purple light turned into a sword energy, rushing straight towards Feng Hao. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the momentum was like a rainbow, as if it was going to tear Feng Hao apart.

Feng Hao looked surprised, and quickly adjusted his posture, clenched his fists, and used the sect's internal energy to rush towards the sword energy. "Break!" He shouted, and his fist instantly burst into a dazzling brilliance, directly hitting Ziyun's sword energy. The two collided with a loud bang, shaking the entire competition venue.

The audience around them all held their breath and stared intently at the battle on the stage. As the two attacked and clashed, sparks flew and the air was filled with tension and excitement.

Feng Hao took the opportunity to lunge forward, ready to launch a more violent attack, while Zi Yun did not show weakness, quickly retreating while gathering energy to prepare for a counterattack. The battle between the two instantly entered a white-hot stage, and the cheers of the surrounding audiences became louder and louder, as if cheering for this wonderful duel.

The battle between Feng Hao and Zi Yun was in full swing, and the field was filled with a strong atmosphere of confrontation. As the two tested each other, the rhythm of the battle gradually accelerated, and the air seemed to be filled with sparks of energy.

Feng Hao displayed the Tianxing Sect's unique skill "Star Fist". His fists shone like stars. Wherever his fists passed, they brought gusts of wind and approached Ziyun. "This move, the stars fall!" He shouted loudly, and his fists suddenly blasted out, cutting through the air like a meteor, and rushed straight to Ziyun's face.

Ziyun responded calmly, emitting a purple light all over his body, and used the unique skill of the Blood Blade Sect, "Purple Flame Sword Technique". He quickly retreated, and the knife in his hand drew a series of purple light and shadows, facing Feng Hao's fist. "Blood Blade Sect, never show weakness!" Ziyun muttered in a low voice, and the knife light and fist shadow collided, making a deafening sound, and the scene was instantly ignited by the unique skills of both.

In the audience, everyone stared at the stage intently, almost jumping up with excitement. Some Tianxing Sect disciples waved their fists and excitedly cheered for Feng Hao: "Come on! Feng Hao, show him some color!"

The supporters of the Blood Blade Sect were not willing to be outdone and shouted Ziyun's name: "Ziyun, teach him a lesson! The Blood Blade Sect should not be underestimated!"

The voices of the two intertwined in the air, creating a strong atmosphere of confrontation. Every move of Feng Hao was as powerful as a whirlwind, while Ziyun was as agile as a ghost, dodging quickly and constantly looking for opportunities to counterattack.

"Do you think you are the only one who has a unique skill?" Feng Hao showed disdain, with a sneer on his face, "Look at my second move! Star Break!"

He crossed his hands and used a more powerful Qi. His fists were instantly wrapped in starlight, forming a dazzling ball of light, which blasted towards Ziyun. This move was so powerful that the audience around him gasped.

Ziyun's face was solemn, and he thought to himself that it was not good, but he did not choose to retreat and responded calmly. "I can't let you down this time!" He whispered, and the knife in his hand suddenly turned, and the knife light instantly turned into a purple whirlwind, facing Feng Hao's Star Break.

"Boom!" As the two attacks collided, the violent energy burst into a dazzling light, illuminating the entire stage, as if day had fallen. The deafening sound resounded in all directions, and the audience covered their ears one after another, their faces full of shock.

When the light gradually faded, Feng Hao and Zi Yun both stood firmly in place, panting, but neither of them took a step back. They both knew that their strength was top-notch, so they had to work harder.

"It seems that you are not simple. I really admire you." Feng Hao smiled slightly, secretly admiring Ziyun's strength in his heart.

"You're not bad either." Ziyun responded coldly, with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes, "But this is just the beginning. Next, I will use my true strength to let you see the power of the Blood Blade Sect!"

The two men refused to give in and rushed towards each other again, their fighting spirit was high. The cheers of the audience broke out again, and the atmosphere reached its climax. Every moment of the battle touched their hearts and they could hardly extricate themselves. It was the collision between the two major sects that made this competition so exciting.

The duel between Feng Hao and Zi Yun was like a gorgeous dance. The interlaced fist shadows and sword lights were like meteors streaking across the night sky, colorful and intoxicating. At this moment, the faces of both parties were not only the pride of their respective sects, but also the glory of the younger generation. At this moment, everyone knew that this battle was not just a contest of strength, but also a collision of faith and courage.

As the battle entered a white-hot stage, Feng Hao and Zi Yun were both giving their all. The atmosphere on the field was like a powder keg about to explode, and the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger. In the audience, everyone held their breath, looking forward to the final blow of this peak duel.

Feng Hao's expression became more and more solemn. He knew that this battle had reached a critical moment. "Ziyun, your swordsmanship is indeed powerful, but with this move, I want you to see the true power of the Tianxing Sect's unique skills!" Feng Hao shouted and used his ultimate move - "Star Breaking the Sky!"

His fists were once again enveloped in starlight, shining so brightly that it was almost blinding. His fists drew an arc in the air, and with an extremely strong energy fluctuation, they rushed towards Ziyun. At that moment, it seemed as if even the air was trembling, and the huge pressure made the audience around him feel suffocated.

Ziyun's expression also became extremely serious. He knew that the power of this move should not be underestimated and could almost decide the outcome. "I won't lose!" He roared in a low voice, and the power accumulated in his heart surged out like a river bursting its banks, instantly using the ultimate secret technique of the Blood Blade Sect - "Purple Flame Sky Blade"!

The knife light was bright, and purple flames burned on his blade, forming a gorgeous knife shadow. Ziyun's eyes flashed with determination. He took a deep breath, shook his wrist, and the knife light collided with Feng Hao's fist in the air.

"Boom!" A loud noise was like thunder breaking through the sky. The collision of energy instantly erupted into shocking waves. The strong shock wave spread all around. The audience was almost unable to stand by this force, with expressions of horror on their faces.

As the attacks of the two collided, light gathered into a ball in the center of the stage, as dazzling as a small sun. The surrounding air seemed to become scorching hot at this moment, and the entire venue was shaking in the violent energy fluctuations.

Gradually, the strong light began to converge, revealing the figures of the two contestants. Feng Hao's Star Fist had already shown some cracks, and Ziyun's blade was scorched. Both of them stumbled heavily, obviously reaching their limits.

In the end, Feng Hao's punch was slightly better, and the starlight shone with a stronger brilliance, and the powerful force repelled Ziyun's sword light. Ziyun looked pale, and couldn't help but stepped back a few steps, looking at Feng Hao breathlessly.

"I...I lost." Ziyun lowered his head helplessly, his voice low, seeming a little unwilling.

Feng Hao's breath was also unstable, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He suppressed the surging blood in his body and smiled slightly, with a hint of fatigue in his tone: "This battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a competition of faith and perseverance. We are all fighting for our respective sects!"

Thunderous applause broke out in the audience. Everyone was shocked by this wonderful duel and cheered for Feng Hao's victory. The disciples of Tianxing Sect hugged each other excitedly to celebrate this hard-won victory.

However, Feng Hao knew in his heart that this victory was not a complete victory. His opponent Ziyun was also a young and powerful man with great potential. In the future, the two would have more confrontations and competitions. This battle gave him valuable experience and lessons, and made him more aware of his own shortcomings.

At this moment, although Ziyun was defeated, he still raised his head, looked at Feng Hao with a firm gaze, and said with a smile: "I will be stronger next time, and I look forward to fighting again!"

Feng Hao nodded, thinking to himself that it was this kind of competition and challenge that allowed them to continuously improve and grow on the road of martial arts. Winning and losing are common in the military, and what is important is each other's belief and courage.

This battle is not just a confrontation between the Tianxing Sect and the Xuedao Sect, but also a baptism and growth for the young generation of strong men on this path of cultivation.