I walk sideways in the game world

Chapter 175: Fight after fight, hardship continues

The head of the Qingcheng Sect, dressed in a green robe, entered the arena with steady steps, each step seeming to weigh on the hearts of the crowd, carrying an invisible pressure. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk, locking onto Ren Xiaoyao. A powerful aura emanated from him, as steady as a mountain, yet as surging as the waves of the ocean.

"Young man, you've made it this far, you're certainly capable." The Qingcheng Sect Leader's voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority. "However, the Jianghu is a treacherous place, and you can't survive on luck alone!"

Before he could finish his words, the Qingcheng Sect Leader flashed, his longsword already unsheathed, pointed directly at Ren Xiaoyao. The sword flashed like lightning, carrying a sharp sword aura, and it struck Ren Xiaoyao's face. The Qingcheng sword technique was known for its strange and varied forms, each move concealing a hidden murderous intent, making it difficult to defend against.

Ren Xiaoyao didn't dare to be careless and quickly swung his sword to block. With a clang, the two swords collided, sparks flying everywhere. Ren Xiaoyao felt a huge force coming from the sword, shocking him so much that his palms hurt, and he involuntarily took a few steps back.

The leader of the Qingcheng Sect was in a dominant position, his long sword spitting out like a venomous snake, each move aimed directly at Ren Xiaoyao's vital points. His swordsmanship was unpredictable, sometimes as light as a swallow, sometimes as swift as a tiger, dazzling and difficult to defend against.

Although Ren Xiaoyao had demonstrated impressive strength in previous competitions, he seemed somewhat overwhelmed by the fierce attack from the Qingcheng Sect Leader. He could only barely hold back, struggling to hold on, and gradually several small wounds appeared on his body.

"Xiaoyao, be careful! His swordsmanship is based on the interplay of reality and illusion. His real moves are open and close, while his fake moves are full of hidden dangers. You should carefully observe the changes in his wrists!" Xia Lin watched carefully from the side and immediately reminded him.

Ren Xiaoyao's heart trembled when he heard this, and he began to concentrate and carefully observe the subtle movements of the Qingcheng Sect Leader's wrist. Sure enough, he found that every time the Qingcheng Sect Leader used a killing move, there would be an imperceptible pause in his wrist.

After discovering this secret, Ren Xiaoyao suddenly felt emboldened. While blocking, he secretly adjusted his breathing, accumulated strength, and prepared to seize the opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing that the attack had been going on for a long time and he was getting a little impatient, he shouted angrily, and the sword in his hand shone brightly. With a move called "Qingcheng Waterfall", the sword light poured down like a waterfall, covering Ren Xiaoyao's whole body.

"Now!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted inwardly, suddenly leaning back and narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, he shook the long sword in his hand and used the "Rainbow Piercing the Sun" move, piercing the Qingcheng Sect Leader's chest...

The Qingcheng Sect Leader's face suddenly changed as he was about to be struck by the sword. He had never imagined that this unknown young man could find a flaw in his swordsmanship right under his nose... In a split second, the Qingcheng Sect Leader twisted his body, barely avoiding Ren Xiaoyao's fatal blow. However, Ren Xiaoyao's sword energy still grazed his arm, leaving a bloody mark on it.

"You!" The Qingcheng Sect leader was shocked and furious, stepping back repeatedly while holding his injured arm. He, the dignified leader of the Qingcheng Sect, was actually injured by the sword of an unknown kid. This was a great shame and humiliation for him.

"Master!" Upon seeing this, the Qingcheng Sect disciples cried out in surprise and looked at their master worriedly.

The head of the Qingcheng Sect took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Ren Xiaoyao coldly, with murderous intent in his eyes. "Boy, you are very good! You can actually hurt me. It seems that I underestimated you!"

"Thank you for your patience," Ren Xiaoyao said, his tone neither humble nor arrogant. He knew that the head of the Qingcheng Sect was truly furious and would probably use all his strength next.

As expected, a fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Qingcheng Sect leader, and he said in a deep voice, "Boy, the next move is my Qingcheng Sect's secret weapon—the Qingcheng Sword Formation! If you can withstand it, I'll declare you the winner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Qingcheng Sect leader swung his sword, and a sharp sword energy shot up into the sky. At the same time, the Qingcheng disciples behind him also drew their swords, pointing their swords directly at Ren Xiaoyao. Powerful sword energy emanated from them and converged on the Qingcheng Sect leader.

For a moment, the entire arena was shrouded in a murderous atmosphere. Everyone felt their breathing stagnate, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their hearts, extremely heavy.

"Xiaoyao, be careful! This is the Qingcheng Sect's unique martial art. It is extremely powerful. You must be careful!" Xia Lin's face was solemn and she reminded anxiously.

Ren Xiaoyao also knew the power of this move and didn't dare to be careless. He took a deep breath and circulated the true energy in his body to the extreme. The long sword in his hand shone brightly, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, revealing its sharp edge.

"Come on!" Ren Xiaoyao shouted and took the initiative to meet the sword formation of the Qingcheng Sect Leader.

"You don't know your own limitations!" The head of Qingcheng sneered, pointed the sword in his hand, and the sword formation was immediately activated. Countless sharp sword energies swept towards Ren Xiaoyao like a storm.

Ren Xiaoyao was in the middle of the sword formation, feeling deadly sword energy coming from all directions, with nowhere to hide. He could only grit his teeth, brandish his sword, and resist with all his might.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

The sword energy continuously collided with each other, making a deafening roar, sparks flying, and illuminating the entire arena.

Although Ren Xiaoyao tried his best, he still couldn't completely withstand such a dense attack. Several wounds gradually appeared on his body, and blood flowed down from the wounds, staining his clothes red.

"puff!"

Finally, Ren Xiaoyao could no longer hold on, a mouthful of blood spurted out, he staggered back, his face as pale as paper.

"Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin exclaimed and was about to rush forward.

However, at this moment, a sinister voice suddenly sounded: "Wait!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Nun Emei slowly approaching with a grim smile on her face. She said, "Master Qingcheng, I see that Young Master Ren is seriously injured and can no longer fight. Why don't you let me experience his skills?" Nun Emei's words startled everyone. Nun Emei was known for her ruthlessness. Now that Ren Xiaoyao was already seriously injured, she still wanted to attack him, clearly intending to take advantage of the opportunity to kill him.

"Emei Nun, do you still have any shame?" Xia Lin was furious and pointed at Emei Nun's nose and cursed, "Brother Xiaoyao is already injured, what else do you want?!"

Nun Emei, however, was unconcerned and sneered, "In a martial arts arena, swords and knives have no eyes, and life and death are determined by fate. Is it true that he is the only one allowed to hurt others, but not others to hurt him?"

"You..." Xia Lin was furious, but she also knew that Master Emei was making excuses, so she was speechless for a moment.

Ren Xiaoyao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and stood up straight. He looked at Nun Emei with a firm gaze and said in a deep voice, "No need to say more, let's fight!"

After saying that, he endured the pain in his body and swung his sword again to attack Nun Emei.

When Nun Emei saw this, a trace of contempt flashed in her eyes. She snorted coldly and waved the whisk in her hand. Suddenly, a powerful internal force rushed towards Ren Xiaoyao like a tidal wave.

Ren Xiaoyao was prepared and quickly swung his sword to block. However, the Emei nun's internal energy was too strong. Ren Xiaoyao felt a huge force coming from her, and the sword in his hand almost slipped out of his hand. He involuntarily took a few steps back.

"With such little ability, you dare to speak so arrogantly?" Nun Emei sneered and waved the whisk in her hand repeatedly. Sharp energy attacked Ren Xiaoyao like a violent storm, and each move was ruthless and left no room for him.

Ren Xiaoyao was already at the end of his strength. Facing the fierce and violent attacks from Nun Emei, he was completely unable to resist and could only barely hold on. New wounds continued to appear on his body, and blood stained his clothes red, but he always gritted his teeth and persisted, refusing to fall.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin was terrified watching from the side, but she was powerless to do anything and could only anxiously call out Ren Xiaoyao's name.

"This kid has some backbone!" someone in the crowd whispered.

"What a pity, running into Nun Emei, I'm afraid it's going to be very dangerous..." Another person shook his head and sighed.

Just when Ren Xiaoyao was about to collapse, a rapid bell suddenly rang out above the arena, and then a majestic voice spread throughout the arena: "The competition is suspended!"

Everyone was startled and turned to look in the direction of the sound. The elder presiding over the martial arts competition walked down from the podium with a solemn expression. He stared intently at the direction of the secret treasure and said in a deep voice, "The secret treasure... is moving!"

Nun Emei's whisk barely touched the tip of Ren Xiaoyao's nose, and the sharp wind blinded him. The sudden sound of the bell and the elder's announcement caused Nun Emei to reluctantly withdraw her attack. She glared fiercely at the shaky Ren Xiaoyao, snorted coldly, and stepped aside.

"Is there any unusual movement of the secret treasure?" Everyone looked at each other, all confused.

Taoist Xuanfeng, who had been sitting quietly, now stood up. He stroked his graying beard and gazed towards the secret treasure with a sharp gaze. The secret treasure, which had been as calm as water, now emitted a strange light. The surrounding air seemed to be distorted, and strange runes could be vaguely seen flickering.

"Is that... an ancient restriction?!" The head of Qingcheng exclaimed, with a hint of greed and fear in his tone.

Restrictions are taboo in the martial arts world. Legend has it that only the ancient mighty possess the power to manipulate them. Anyone who can comprehend their secrets can gain the power to destroy the world.

"Could it be that this secret treasure is not an ordinary object, but an ancient divine object?!" The Poison King's hoarse voice sounded, and his tone revealed a strong interest.

For a moment, everyone was talking about it, and their eyes looked at the secret treasure differently. Greed, curiosity, fear... all kinds of emotions intertwined, making the atmosphere even more eerie.

Ren Xiaoyao endured the severe pain and stood up with Xia Lin's support. He looked at the scene before him, feeling a sense of unease. Was this sudden change a blessing or a curse?

"Brother Xiaoyao, are you okay?" Xia Lin asked worriedly.

Ren Xiaoyao shook his head, indicating that he was fine, but his eyes never left the direction of the secret treasure.

"Let's go take a look too."

As they spoke, many people, unable to contain their curiosity and greed, began to approach the secret treasure. In the crowd, Taoist Xuanfeng gave Ren Xiaoyao a meaningful look and also walked towards the secret treasure with several disciples.