sinovels Chapter 656 Song Tianren! A Fated Showdown!
Chapter 656 Song Tianren! A Fated Showdown!
After the second round of the cultivation arena, Chen Fan and Song Tianren each won two more matches, defeating their opponents with a single move.
Chen Fan's eleven sword intents have reached a state of perfection; no cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm can withstand a single strike from him.
Song Tianren's Heavenly Demon Soul Devouring Technique is equally domineering and unparalleled. His opponents often cannot withstand more than three moves before their protective spiritual light is shattered by the demonic power.
The two were like two of the sharpest knives, cutting their way from one end of the ring to the final.
The draw for the finals took place at noon on the third day.
Nine of the ten arenas in the Gu Battle Square have been dismantled, leaving only the largest one in the very center. The arena is a hundred feet in circumference, and the ground has been repaved with black grassland stones. The protective light barrier is over ten feet thick, and the Gu patterns flowing on the barrier are several times more complex than before!
The final round allowed participants to go all out, so the Gu King Palace specially reinforced the formation for this purpose.
On the high platform to the north, the Gu woman sat in the main seat. Behind her were two huge spiritual water mirrors, which simultaneously presented the scene on the arena to the audience from different angles.
All the leaders from various factions were present.
The Gu woman stood up, gently tapping her insect staff, and the commotion gradually subsided.
"The final of the cultivation arena will begin with the draw." The Gu woman's voice was hoarse and slow, yet clearly reached the ears of everyone present. "There are six finalists: Chen Fan from Zhao Kingdom, Song Tianren from Boundless Sea, Xue Chanzi from the Blood Gu Clan, Mo Ke from the Corpse Gu Clan, Yan Chixiao from Great Yan, and Jiang Wuji from Great Qi. They will be divided into three groups by drawing lots. The winners will advance to the top three and then compete in a round-robin tournament. The final rankings will be determined by the total points."
The six people took turns drawing lots.
Chen Fan casually took a jade slip from the divination tube, with the words "Jia Yi" engraved on it. He looked up, and almost at the same moment, Song Tianren's gaze also fell on him.
The two looked at each other for a moment, and Chen Fan saw the jade slip in Song Tianren's hand—also engraved with "Jia Yi".
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"Chen Fan versus Song Tianren!"
"These two nemesis have actually met in the first round. Isn't this a premature final battle?"
"That's good, that's good. Let the two strongest players fight first, and the winner will basically be number one."
Qin Zhan sat on the east side of the stands, his expression somewhat uncertain. He had fought with Song Tianren before and knew how domineering the man's Heavenly Demon Soul Devouring Technique was.
Chen Fan's sword intent was impressive, but that was only in the context of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the early stages. Song Tianren's strength could not be measured by the standards of an ordinary Great Perfection Nascent Soul cultivator.
In the waiting area, Han Cen and Ouyang Ye also looked rather unwell.
Han Cen stroked his beard and said in a low voice, "I've seen Song Tianren before during the selection process in Zhao. His demonic arts are unpredictable and strange. I'm afraid it won't be easy for Elder Chen to face him."
Ouyang Ye frowned, a rare occurrence, and said in a hoarse voice, "Although Elder Chen's sword intent is strong, Song Tianren is neither Wuchi nor Yan Chixiao. The title of the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage is not for nothing."
Chen Fan maintained his calm and composed expression, tucked the jade token into his sleeve, and turned back to the waiting area.
At the other end of the arena, Song Tianren stood with his hands behind his back, his dark pupils burning with a long-suppressed fighting spirit.
From being made a fool of by Chen Fan on the Boundless Sea Demon Abyss Island to being publicly contradicted at Zhenhai Pass, he had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
Just then, an old and gloomy voice came from behind him.
"Fellow Daoist Song."
Song Tianren slowly turned around.
Wang Zhenyue stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the waiting area, followed by three Wang family retainers at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. His aura as a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was restrained and profound, but a faint killing intent flickered in his usually calm old eyes.
"What advice do you have for me, Fellow Daoist Wang?" Song Tianren's voice remained languid.
Wang Zhenyue stepped forward and lowered his voice, saying, "I am somewhat aware of the feud between Fellow Daoist Song and Chen Fan. This man also has an irreconcilable hatred for my Wang family. If Fellow Daoist Song can severely injure him on this arena, preferably cripple his cultivation, the Wang family is willing to reward him with a Nascent Soul Pill. Furthermore, if Fellow Daoist Song ever needs the Wang family's help in the future, the Wang family will not refuse."
The Divine Transformation Pill.
Song Tianren raised an eyebrow slightly.
The Divine Transformation Pill is the most crucial auxiliary pill for Nascent Soul cultivators attempting to break through to the Divine Transformation stage. There are no more than three alchemy masters in the entire Tiannan Star who can refine this pill, and each one is priceless.
The Wang family really went to great lengths to save Chen Fan's life.
"No need." Song Tianren withdrew his gaze, his tone carrying undisguised disdain. "I will defeat Chen Fan because he owes me, not because of the Wang family. As for the Nascent Soul Pill, why would I need a pill to break through to the Nascent Soul stage?"
He stopped looking at Wang Zhenyue and turned to walk towards the arena.
His black robe fluttered in the wind, leaving Wang Zhenyue standing there with a gloomy expression.
After three bugle calls, the final match officially began.
The other four contestants went up to the ring, but almost all eyes were focused on the largest ring in the center.
Even the Gu woman put down her teacup, her cloudy old eyes fixed on the two figures on the arena.
On the arena, Chen Fan and Song Tianren stood twenty steps apart.
"Chen Fan," Song Tianren spoke, his voice not loud but clearly carrying throughout the entire square, "the score between us will be settled today. Today I will show you what the true demonic path is."
Chen Fan drew his sword, Eleven, with the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, without saying a word.
"The duel begins!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Song Tianren moved first.
He formed hand seals, and his demonic power erupted like a volcanic eruption, with a ten-zhang-tall, pitch-black demonic shadow appearing behind him.
The demonic figure had blood-red eyes and was surrounded by thousands of wronged souls. It let out a deafening howl.
The power of the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage was released without reservation at this moment. The entire arena was suppressed by this demonic power and trembled slightly. The Gu patterns on the barrier light screen flickered violently.
"Heavenly Demon Soul Devourer!"
The demonic figure unleashed both palms simultaneously, sending two jet-black beams of demonic light hurtling towards Chen Fan like two black dragons.
Wherever the demonic light passed, the air hissed and crackled from the corrosion. The hard bluestone on the arena was crushed inch by inch by the demonic power, and the fragments were eroded into powder by the demonic energy before they even hit the ground.
Chen Fan drew his sword.
It was still that same ordinary thrust, without any build-up, any incantation, or a flurry of sword shadows.
The tip of Eleven's sword pierced the gap between the two beams of demonic light, striking precisely the weakest point of the demonic light.
The two beams of demonic light trembled violently a few times, like venomous snakes struck at their vital points, before shattering into countless black fragments that scattered across the sky.
But this time, the sword failed to pierce Song Tianren.
Song Tianren was neither Wuchi nor Yan Chixiao.
The moment Chen Fan drew his sword, he judged the point of the sword intent's strike, and his figure transformed into a black afterimage, shifting three feet to the side, barely avoiding the direct lock of the sword intent.
At the same time, the giant hand of the demonic shadow behind him slammed down, creating a huge palm print several feet deep on the arena floor, forcing Chen Fan to withdraw his sword and defend.