Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 360 - 36: Competing in Martial Skills, Discussing Philosophical Tao!

Chapter 360: Chapter 36: Competing in Martial Skills, Discussing Philosophical Tao!

"Sigh!"

It was evident that the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition was about to devolve into a bloodbath.

At that moment, a soft sigh echoed.

Though the sound was faint, it spread across the peak of Jinyu Peak, lingering in everyone’s ears, reverberating with force!

All those present felt an unparalleled sense of oppression, and their gazes turned collectively toward the same direction.

The chief arbiter of this Three Sects Martial Arts Competition!

Elder Wu Shan of the Extreme Dao Sect!

Elder Wu Shan stood up and spoke indifferently, "In a ring battle, swords and blades have no eyes. Accidents happen—that is normal. Step back and do not disrupt the competition."

Sun Yingyang’s face lit up with joy, and he said, "Elder Wu Shan speaks the truth!"

The Ninth Elder hadn’t expected Elder Wu Shan to intervene in this matter. He frowned deeply and couldn’t help but retort:

"Elder Wu Shan, the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition has always been about learning from each other without causing deaths. Yet, the Fierce Cloud Sect disciple Sun Chuanwu struck so viciously, killing my disciple with impunity! This gravely violates the rules. Are we just supposed to let the Xuanyuan Sect swallow this injustice?"

Elder Wu Shan’s long brows furrowed slightly, showing a hint of displeasure:

"Since I am the chief arbiter of this competition, I alone will judge whether there has been a violation!"

"The path of cultivation is a bramble-filled forest. Setting foot upon this path means walking the edge of life and death. True strength is forged through the tempering of life-and-death struggles. If we bind hands and feet during a competition, then what’s the point of martial duels? What Dao are we discussing?"

With a wave of his sleeve, Elder Wu Shan coldly huffed, "My words are impartial. If the Xuanyuan Sect feels aggrieved, you are likewise welcome to address it on the stage and reclaim your honor!"

"In short, do not disrupt the normal proceedings of the Three Sects Martial Arts Competition! Otherwise, don’t blame this old man for being unkind!"

Though Elder Wu Shan’s voice was not loud, it carried an irrefutable authority!

Sun Yingyang relaxed and sneered at the Ninth Elder, "Cheng Han, Elder Wu Shan is right—greenhouses cannot produce true experts!"

"For the remaining matches, your Xuanyuan Sect disciples may unleash their full strength without holding back! If a Fierce Cloud Sect disciple dies, I will not utter a word of complaint, nor will I trouble your Xuanyuan Sect!"

"Shut your mouth!" The Ninth Elder glared furiously, his aura boiling with indignation, his reluctance clear.

This was a humiliation he could not stomach no matter what!

However, Elder Wu Shan’s cultivation far surpassed theirs, and behind him stood the Extreme Dao Sect. They could not take his stance lightly.

Elder Chen Xuan’s expression was equally grim.

But the circumstances were undeniable; with Elder Wu Shan having spoken, no matter their dissatisfaction, they had no recourse!

Yet, the participating Xuanyuan Sect disciples were clearly a level weaker than the Fierce Cloud Sect disciples overall!

To agree was unbearable.

To refuse was equally so.

Thinking of this, Elder Chen Xuan sighed inwardly. If only the Xuanyuan Sect had a leader figure like Hua Jingyang or Yan Qingshuang at this moment! How could things have come to this?

Were they truly to grit their teeth and swallow this indignity?

"Master, Ninth Elder, since they insist, then let us agree! The Xuanyuan Sect will not allow itself to be stepped on."

While Elder Chen Xuan and others wrestled with their dilemma, a clear and resolute voice rang out, resounding across the peak of Jinyu Peak.

Everyone turned their gazes sharply in its direction.

From the Xuanyuan Sect’s side, a figure stepped forward.

Clad in azure robes, a sword hanging at their waist, exuding unmatched confidence.

It was Luo Cheng!

"Good!"

There was no path left to retreat, no other choice. The Ninth Elder let out a low roar, glaring at Sun Yingyang and the others, his tone menacing as he declared:

"All Xuanyuan Sect disciples, hear my command! If you meet any Fierce Cloud Sect disciples in the next matches—kill without mercy!"

"Understood!"

Chen Lingyu and the others, already brimming with fury, nodded emphatically.

Heh.

Sun Yingyang let out a cold chuckle, his disdainful smile directed at Elder Chen Xuan and the others. "Ah, now that’s more like it! I’m just curious how many of you Xuanyuan Sect members will still be alive to return home from this event."

Elder Chen Xuan snorted coldly, "No matter what, it will be more than you Fierce Cloud Sect members!"

"Haha! Then we’ll just have to see!"

Sun Yingyang guffawed as he swaggered back to his seat with Sun Chuanwu in tow, not taking Elder Chen Xuan’s words to heart in the slightest.

After all, the Fierce Cloud Sect had Hua Jingyang.

And Fei Jue.

What did the Xuanyuan Sect have?

A bunch of useless trash!

The top five disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect could easily crush the Xuanyuan Sect’s top ten disciples, one by one!

Elder Chen Xuan and the others returned to their seats as well, their expressions dark and brooding.

The matter was settled, yet the atmosphere atop Jinyu Peak only grew heavier!

Everyone understood that, from this moment onward, the competition would no longer be the same.

When disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect and Fierce Cloud Sect crossed paths, it would inevitably end in a fight to the death!

This was merely the brief calm before the impending storm.

Returning to his seat, the Ninth Elder sat down with a face like iron and turned his gaze toward Luo Cheng. "Luo Cheng, are you confident you can kill that Sun Chuanwu?"

Luo Cheng nodded, "Ninth Elder, rest assured. Since I dared to accept, I naturally have absolute confidence! Whatever humiliation the Fierce Cloud Sect has inflicted upon us, I will return it twofold!"

The Ninth Elder was startled, a little surprised at Luo Cheng’s tone. This, however, helped him calm down somewhat as he said:

"Your determination is admirable! But do not act recklessly. The upcoming matches are no longer simple sparring—they are battles to the death! Once you step into the ring, you must be prepared to wager your life!"

"And to the rest of you—if you lack absolute certainty, do not step forward. Endure if you must. There is no shame in biding your time and seeking revenge after you’ve grown stronger in the future! Don’t waste your lives—you are the hope of our Xuanyuan Sect!"

Lin Zhidong’s brutal death had filled the Ninth Elder with fury, but he hadn’t lost his reason. He understood all too well that compared to the Fierce Cloud Sect, the Xuanyuan Sect disciples were sorely lacking. A bruised ego was better than losing lives.

"Yes!"

Chen Lingyu and the others nodded fervently.

Only Luo Cheng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the Fierce Cloud Sect’s direction, landing squarely on Sun Chuanwu.

No matter whether his actions broke the tournament’s rules, Sun Chuanwu was a man he had sworn to kill!

And now, the current situation played perfectly into his hands!

From here on, there would no longer be any need to hold back!

At this moment, as if sensing Luo Cheng’s intention, Sun Chuanwu looked up and met his gaze.

Their eyes locked, and Sun Chuanwu’s lips curled into a sinister, threatening grin. He raised his hand, dragged it viciously across his neck in a cutting motion!

Initially, Sun Chuanwu had intended to use someone else—perhaps Hua Jingyang—as a tool to eliminate Luo Cheng, wary as he was of Luo Cheng’s Ji Family bloodline.

But now, that was unnecessary!

Since the two sects had utterly torn away their masks, he could now step into the ring himself, openly and lawfully, to cripple or destroy Luo Cheng!

All Sun Chuanwu desired now was for the preliminary matches to pass quickly—so he could face Luo Cheng as soon as possible!

Watching Sun Chuanwu’s menacing gesture, Luo Cheng merely smiled faintly, his thoughts mirroring Sun Chuanwu’s own.

A Luoxia Sect elder announced the continuation of the competition.

In the previous rounds, dozens of matches had been fought in each round, with seven or eight taking place simultaneously.

Now, the fiery battles from earlier were nowhere to be seen.

Except when fighting Luoxia Sect disciples, whenever a Fierce Cloud Sect disciple faced a Xuanyuan Sect disciple, as long as the rankings and strength disparity were too vast, one party would immediately surrender.

Everyone understood clearly—this was no longer about sparring. It was now a fight to the death!

Once a contestant stepped into the ring, their life was on the line!

Weaker contestants naturally wouldn’t step up just to court death.