Yang Feilong looked at Mo Yunhai, whose fighting spirit was still soaring. He sighed inwardly, realizing he couldn't hold back anymore.
So.
He drew out his belt, oh no, it was his sword.
He had a storage ring, but he didn't put this soft sword into it. This was because the items in the storage ring were priceless, and even a Earth Martial Realm or Heaven Martial Realm expert would be filled with greed if they saw them.
This item was very precious and extremely rare.
Yang Feilong didn't know how a cultivator who was only at the peak of the Yuan Martial Realm managed to obtain such a storage ring.
Seeing Yang Feilong directly pull out his belt, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
"Holy crap, what is Yang Feilong doing? Is he going to take off... his pants in public?"
"Pulling out his belt? What the hell, what did I just see?"
"Uh, it's a soft sword! I was scared to death!"
"I always thought Yang Feilong didn't carry a sword, but I never expected he had it all along, just wrapped around his waist like a belt!"
"He didn't use any weapons before, it's because his opponent's strength was insufficient. Now that he's taken out his sword, it means he also feels the pressure!"
In fact, many people had speculated that Yang Feilong was skilled in swordsmanship before, but those were just guesses. Now, the guesses were confirmed.
"Is the gap between me and him really that big? He didn't even use his sword when he sparred with me before!" Tang Ya was also watching from the stands. When she saw Yang Feilong draw his sword, she blushed at first due to the misunderstanding. But soon, she realized it was a long sword and her expression returned to calm. She mused, "If I were to use hidden weapons, could I pose a threat to him? According to my father, with my hidden weapon skills and my ancient martial arts, I should be able to match the combat power of a mid-stage Yuan Martial Realm cultivator!"
Of course, if she were to use more terrifying hidden weapons, her combat power would increase, but the more terrifying the hidden weapons, the more troublesome they were to craft.
Seeing Yang Feilong draw his sword, Mo Yunhai's expression became even more solemn. He also used a sword. Watching Yang Feilong infuse energy into the soft sword and the power it unleashed, he understood that winning this battle would not be easy.
Boom! Boom!
The next moment, the two attacked!
Yang Feilong poured his true qi into the long sword, and its blade shone brilliantly. Mo Yunhai also wielded his long sword and displayed a formidable sword technique.
Yang Feilong's true qi was of exceptionally high quality, even superior to that of other Qi Refinement cultivators, as his master had told him. This was his capital for fighting beyond his level. Therefore, although his cultivation realm was not as high, the quality of his true qi was comparable to the internal energy of a typical early-stage Yuan Martial Realm cultivator.
And his swordsmanship was even more potent, which was the crucial reason he could fight and kill Lin Xunqiong, who was in the mid-stage of the Yuan Martial Realm, despite being at a lower level.
This Mo Yunhai was strong, but still had a gap compared to Lin Xunqiong. Thus, without being forced to use his true and false sword techniques, he had already fallen into a disadvantage.
As countless people watched this scene, they were all shocked: "This Yang Feilong can actually suppress Mo Yunhai?"
"Could Yang Feilong, like a dark horse, actually make it all the way to the end?"
"Mo Yunhai is going to lose!"
"It won't be long before Yang Feilong makes it onto the Heavenly Pride List!"
"As long as he participates in a test at the Martial Artist Association, getting on the list will be no problem."
"This Yang Feilong truly goes from obscurity to fame. Tell me, which family does Yang Feilong come from? Is he a descendant of that Yang family?"
"That Yang family? How could that be? That Yang family is a top ancient martial arts family. If Yang Feilong were a descendant of that family, how could he have had no reputation before? That family is incredibly powerful!!"
"That's true!"
Amidst countless astonished gazes, the duel between Yang Feilong and Mo Yunhai concluded. Although Mo Yunhai fought with all his might, he was still completely suppressed by Yang Feilong and was sent flying out of the arena.
Was Mo Yunhai willing?
Naturally, he was unwilling, because he was defeated by a previously unknown figure. However, he was also convinced of his defeat to Yang Feilong.
Because he had used everything he could, yet he still lost. This was a matter of inferior skill!
Yang Feilong's strength was superior to his, and his combat techniques, intuition, and other aspects were overwhelmingly strong. His loss was therefore understandable.
"Perhaps even Lei Ba and Ouyang Tian are not his match!" Mo Yunhai mused inwardly.
In his mind, Lei Ba was the strongest among the four of them. However, even Lei Ba, in Mo Yunhai's opinion, might not be able to defeat this suddenly rising Yang Feilong.
The other three matches also concluded with winners.
"Ouyang Tian is so strong, he completely dominated Dong Jiangyun!"
"Indeed!"
"Ouyang Tian, Yang Feilong, and Lei Ba, who will ultimately win?"
As for the other qualifier, Xu Teng, no one paid him much attention. Although he had also won and entered the top four, his opponent was of the same level, and he was lucky to reach the semifinals. Otherwise, with his strength, he would have undoubtedly lost against any of the four prodigies or Yang Feilong!
"In the next semifinals, who will have the advantage of rest?"
"Whoever has the advantage of rest has the hope of winning the championship!"
"Ouyang Tian previously lost to Lei Ba, and that happened not too long ago. I don't think Ouyang Tian can surpass Lei Ba in such a short time!"
"That's hard to say. Ouyang Tian's ranking is actually two spots lower than Dong Jiangyun, but you all saw the match just now. Dong Jiangyun was completely suppressed by Ouyang Tian!"
Soon, the draw for the next round was completed.
Yang Feilong would face Xu Teng, and Lei Ba would battle Ouyang Tian!
"Yang Feilong still has good luck!"
"Yes, Lei Ba versus Ouyang Tian! This is a match full of suspense! I actually wanted to see Yang Feilong fight Ouyang Tian, or Lei Ba! What a pity!"
"What a pity!"
Yes, it was a pity. Ouyang Tian also felt it was a pity that he wouldn't get to face Yang Feilong this round.
"Ouyang Tian, last time you used me to gain fame, but ultimately lost to me by one move. It's only been a few days, do you still want to fight me?" Lei Ba looked at Ouyang Tian.
"Lost by one move last time? Heh, why don't you consider that I was holding back? I only conceded because I didn't want to continue fighting you! It's not that I'm truly inferior to you!" Ouyang Tian looked at Lei Ba with an arrogant expression.
"Holding back?" Lei Ba looked at Ouyang Tian, his face darkening. He felt that Ouyang Tian was looking down on him!
Ouyang Tian felt he had suffered a disadvantage against Yang Feilong, but Lei Ba? In his eyes, Lei Ba was just a brute. He looked down on this person and that person, but in reality, he only had a good father, and he was only a year older than him. He didn't think highly of the other party!