Mortal: Fairy Song Yu has issued you a task.

Chapter 59 Confrontation with Song Yu

More than 800 disciples participated in the selection, but after the third and fourth rounds, a large number of disciples with the lowest scores will be eliminated.

By the tenth day, when the fifth round of the final competition began, only a hundred people remained in the arena, of whom fewer than ten were Foundation Establishment disciples.

Zhou Qinghe lost in the first round and then again in the third, so he naturally failed to advance. However, he still arrived on time every day and waited with the other disciples to watch their fellow disciples fight on stage.

"Arena B, Lin Jingchu of Tianquan Peak versus Song Yu of Baifeng Peak!"

As the referee's shout faded, the atmosphere in the arena instantly erupted. Of course, most of this enthusiasm was directed at Song Yu.

A figure in white gracefully ascended the high platform, her robes fluttering as she resembled a jade epiphyllum blooming under the moon, pure and ethereal.

On the other side, Lin Jingchu's figure flashed and instantly arrived on the other side of the stone platform, which also caused a small chorus of cheers—most of which came from the female disciples.

After all, Lin Jingchu was handsome and had a clean and efficient fighting style. He had already attracted the attention of countless female disciples as he fought his way through the battles.

Now, Arena B became the focus of everyone's attention. Even the six peak masters on the upper floor couldn't help but sit up straight.

"Senior sister, please!" Lin Jingchu bowed respectfully a moment ago, then gripped her Embroidered Spring Blade tightly and swiftly pounced towards the other side, leaving a zigzag trail of afterimages.

Seeing this, an admirer of Song Yu in the audience angrily exclaimed, "Despicable! All they know is sneak attacks!"

However, Song Yu was familiar with his fighting habits, so at the start he summoned a rhombus-shaped ice crystal behind him and simultaneously split half of the twelve crystal flying needles to strangle Lin Jingchu, leaving the other half as a backup plan.

The two exchanged blows, their movements a blur of needles and flashing blades. The confrontation appeared dangerous, but in reality, neither of them used their true strength.

The flying needle failed to bloom into blue and white porcelain, and the cold moon resembled a crescent moon; for a moment, they were locked in a stalemate.

This greatly worried the admirer in the audience: "Why doesn't Fairy Song finish this quickly as usual and knock this despicable scoundrel off the stage?!"

Zhou Qinghe, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but whisper, "Senior Brother Lin and Senior Sister Song already knew each other, and they had a good relationship."

The admirer scoffed, "Absolutely impossible."

"Really," Zhou Qinghe said. "Senior Brother Lin and I used to live in the same courtyard, and we even took Senior Sister Song to catch Snow Cloud Foxes together."

As they were talking, the battle situation on the stage suddenly changed.

Lin Jingchu spun around, dodging the flying needles, and at the same time twisted his waist strangely, forcibly changing direction and rushing straight at Song Yu.

After two months of hot spring bathing and body tempering, his physical strength has now surpassed the limits of mortals, comparable to a mid-level first-grade demon beast. Although it is extremely difficult to advance further, it is precisely because of this that he is able to perform such extreme actions.

Lin Jingchu broke free from the six entangled flying needles in one fell swoop, pushed the Wind-Stepping Shadow-Splitting Boots to their limit, and instantly closed in on Song Yu. He twisted his wrist and flicked his blade, deflecting all the flying needles from Song Yu's hand.

Then, he gripped the knife with both hands and used the back of the blade to forcefully flick the rhomboid ice crystal away.

At this moment, Song Yu's defenses were wide open! Everyone watching was sweating for her.

The next moment—

Song Yu smiled slightly and made a hand seal with his fingertips.

"Hey——!"

A clear and melodious phoenix cry condensed into a tangible sound wave, suddenly bursting forth from the mouth of a phoenix shadow that appeared behind her, instantly enveloping Lin Jingchu, who had already rushed within five steps.

"Crunch—" A sharp, teeth-grinding sound.

A flash of silver light appeared, and a silver-scaled spirit shield materialized out of thin air in front of Lin Jingchu, barely blocking the oncoming phoenix sound.

Seeing that the opponent could safely block Feng Yin, Song Yu felt relieved and increased his magical output. The bluestone surface of the arena was instantly scratched with fine white marks by the sharp sound wind.

The sonic waves firmly suppressed Lin Jingchu, while flying needles attacked from both sides from behind, making defeat seem imminent. In this critical moment, Lin Jingchu suddenly leaped into the air.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Qinghe couldn't help but sigh, "It's over... but losing to Fairy Song isn't so bad."

Foundation Establishment cultivators rely solely on their physical bodies to fly, which consumes a great deal of energy and is slow.

Lin Jingchu was only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment. Suspended in mid-air, he was no different from a sitting duck in a arena battle with limited space.

Just like now, twelve flying needles swirled in, strangling Lin Jingchu, who was struggling in mid-air trying to escape.

However, the flying needle missed again.

Suddenly, water lilies sprouted beneath Lin Jingchu's feet. With a light touch of his toes, the water lilies burst into sparkling water droplets.

He flashed several feet away as if by teleportation, and from an unbelievable angle, he rushed straight at Song Yu, who had no time to react.

At the critical moment, the rhomboid ice crystals that had been knocked away suddenly returned, bursting forth with brilliant light.

Lin Jingchu knew the power of this magical artifact to bewitch the mind, so he condensed water lotuses under his feet, intending to use the Flying Ripple Step to change direction.

However, he had not yet fully mastered this technique; the illusory image of the water lily flickered and then suddenly dissipated. His figure also twisted strangely, crashing directly into Song Yu.

Song Yu held the protective talisman tightly in his hand, instinctively about to activate it, but forcibly suppressed it in an instant, instead raising his hand to catch Lin Jingchu who was rushing straight at him.

boom!

The two collided solidly. Two figures, one in green and one in white, rolled around on the arena.

Lin Jingchu felt as if he had stumbled into a soft, supple cloud, a delicate fragrance wafting towards him. When he lifted himself up by pushing off the ground with his hands, he found Song Yu beneath him, their faces only inches apart.

Song Yu's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his image was reflected in her beautiful blue-purple eyes, filled with an indescribable shyness.

The scene was deathly silent.

The spectators were stunned, and even the disciples fighting on other arenas unconsciously stopped casting spells.

"Ahem! Gentlemen, shall we continue the competition?" The referee stepped forward and asked softly.

Lin Jingchu snapped out of his daze, quickly stood up, and at the same time reached out and tightly grasped Song Yu's slender hand, pulling her up as well.

"This round, I..." Lin Jingchu was about to speak.

"I concede." Song Yuqing's clear voice rang out.

The crowd below the stage suddenly came to their senses, and the arena erupted in chaos.

The admirer was heartbroken, pounding his chest in despair: "He actually pounced on Fairy Song!"

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Zhou Qinghe beside him and said angrily, "You're still in the same dormitory as that bastard!"

Zhou Qinghe gritted his teeth and said, "No, I don't know him!" This guy, he said they were just casual acquaintances? They're already hugging!

In the main hall, the gazes of the other five peak masters frequently fell on Peak Master Song and Elder Feng. What exactly was the relationship between their disciples?

Elder Feng was also very curious about how Peak Master Song would react to this.

But then he heard Peak Master Song smile and say, "Elder Feng, your disciples are well-trained."

"It's also thanks to the child's own hard work," Elder Feng said with a smile, stroking his beard, secretly marveling at the situation.

With the turmoil at Arena B coming to an end, the final round of matches quickly concluded.

Twenty days later, a strange blue eagle with a wingspan of over twenty zhang (approximately 33 meters) soared into the sky from the Luoyun Sect, carrying more than twenty people.

The final selection will determine the top twenty participants. Among them, only five are Foundation Establishment disciples: Lin Jingchu, Song Yu, Meng Yao, Zhan San from Fire Cloud Peak, and Li Shi from Hidden Sword Peak.

The alien cyan eagle moved extremely fast. In just one day, the majestic mountain gate of the Ancient Sword Sect, with its imposing aura and resembling a giant sword piercing the sky, was already in sight.