Chapter 92: Spiritual Power Conference (Part 2)

  At this time, a thick and hoarse voice echoed in the sky above the martial arts arena, "Everyone quiet down!"

  Everyone involuntarily fell silent, the boisterous square suddenly became quiet as if even a needle dropping to the ground could be heard, as if someone's throat had been instantly throttled.

  Everyone looked up and saw the old man standing on the high platform of the martial arts arena, his figure slightly hunched, but his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, sharp and unparalleled. A strong aura emanated from him, making everyone feel oppressed in their hearts, as if a huge stone was pressing on their chest, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

  This old man is the first elder of Qinglong Country, and his strength has reached the peak of the 4th stage Zhenling Master!

  "It's an honor to have this Spiritual Power Conference held in Qinglong Country. Now, let me explain the rules of the competition." The elder, wearing a plain gray robe, stood on the high platform, his collar fluttering, exuding a hint of immortal elegance. "The first round is individual combat, decided by drawing lots, one-on-one, the winner advances to the next round, while the loser is eliminated. All participating personnel, please line up and draw your lots."

  Young men and women from the four countries of Qinglong, Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu lined up in rows and stepped forward.

  The old man took out a wooden box, inside which were many small wooden plaques, each with a number carved on it.

  Long Qingyu drew No. 5, and a young man from Xuanwu Country also drew No. 5, so it was decided that Long Qingyu and the young man would compete against each other.

  Long Qingyu walked onto the dueling platform, grasping his silver sword and assuming a polite posture. The young man was tall and sturdy, with a strong back and waist, holding a pair of massive axes in his hands, and at a glance, it was clear that he had boundless strength.

  Long Qingyue secretly worried in her heart, never expecting that her brother would encounter such a powerful opponent in the first round.

  The young man let out a loud shout, raising his twin axes to charge at Long Qingyu. Long Qingyu stood still on the spot, his handsome face set in a solemn expression. Just as the other's twin axes were about to strike him down, he tapped his toes on the ground and suddenly leapt into the air, soaring over the young man's head.

  A giant axe chopped down on the high platform, and the entire platform shook. However, it did not break apart due to that powerful force, and it was unknown what material the platform was made of.

  Only to see Long Qingyu suddenly turn around, his long sword thrust forward, the young man swung his axe and struck it on the giant axe, emitting a strong and piercing metallic sound. Long Qingyu's face turned pale in an instant, only feeling a shock in his wrist, his entire arm numb, as if it was about to break off, making him extremely uncomfortable.

  That young man sneered coldly and continued to pounce forward, his moves swift and fierce, extremely ferocious.

  The people of Xuanwu country cheered loudly, while the people of Qinglong country were tense. Long Qingyu was the first match, if they lost, their morale would be greatly reduced, and it might even affect the subsequent matches.

  Even the current Emperor of Qinglong Country, Nan Gong Shiwen, couldn't help but tense up, staring with wide eyes.

  In the past, every time the Spiritual Power Conference was held, Qinglong Country always ranked last. With great difficulty, they finally rose to second place in the previous conference, shaking off their reputation of being last for many years. The previous Spiritual Power Conference only saw a reversal of fortunes due to Shen Ce's appearance.

  Shen Ce's surprising talent was not only a genius in cultivating the soul, but also a genius on the court. In the final trial, Shen Ce slightly lost to Qin Lie Yan, although he didn't get first place, he still won second place for Qing Long Country.

  Long Qingyu's silver sword danced swiftly in his hand, with flashes of silver light appearing in the air, weaving a dazzling sword net that blocked the youth's fierce aura outside. The youth's attack was too fierce, and Long Qingyu had no chance to counterattack, he could only keep defending non-stop.