"Break for me! Lingyun One Sword!" Zhou Wenhao roared, thrusting out another heavy strike. A razor-sharp sword light shot forth, tearing through layers of air as it slashed down. Clang! A jarring metallic clash rang out. The shrunken fist-print air cannon was split in two. But the sword light was also snapped apart. Zhou Wenhao's expression shifted. "Damn it! What's going on?!" He felt a colossal force, like surging waves, pour out from the air cannon fist-print. Involuntarily, he stumbled backward repeatedly. After retreating a full ten meters, he barely managed to steady himself. Yet his body still trembled uncontrollably, and even the Lingyun Sword in his hand felt hard to grip. Across from him. Lin Xuan remained calm and composed. As if sending Zhou Wenhao flying with a single punch was nothing worth mentioning. Watching this scene unfold on the arena. The crowd fell silent instantly. Then erupted into chaos, like boiling water, with waves of noise shaking the surroundings. "Did I just see that right? Young Master Zhou Wenhao got blasted away by Lin Xuan with one punch?" "Seriously? One punch did that?" "Is Lin Xuan's strength really this terrifying?" "Yeah, even as one of the Four Young Masters, Zhou Wenhao at the Spirit Yuan realm third layer might not pull that off, right?" "Looks like Lin Xuan truly has the strength of a young master!" "From now on, Lin Xuan is the fifth young master of the Red Sun Domain—well-deserved and fitting!" "..." The crowd buzzed with exclamations of shock. Their gazes fixed on the arena, filled with awe and disbelief. Zhou Wenhao's earlier sword strike had already reached the Spirit Yuan realm in power. And it wasn't something a Spirit Yuan realm first layer could handle. Even a second or third layer wouldn't find it easy to block. But Lin Xuan? Not only did he shatter that sword light with one punch, but he also sent Zhou Wenhao flying ten meters. How could the crowd believe such a scene? Their hearts trembled violently, unable to calm down. This moment made it clear that Lin Xuan's strength had surpassed the Opening Spirit realm, reaching the Spirit Yuan realm. And he wasn't just comparable to an ordinary early Spirit Yuan realm; even if he fell short of the mid-Spirit Yuan realm, he wasn't far off. Yet Lin Xuan's cultivation was only at the eighth layer of the Opening Spirit realm. A whole major realm and several minor realms away from the Spirit Yuan realm. Still, he possessed such combat power. It highlighted his terrifying talent. Even the original number one genius of the Red Sun Domain, the prodigy Zhang Yuchen, might not compare. At the very least, when Zhang Yuchen was at the Opening Spirit realm, even at its peak, he couldn't come close to this. Lin Xuan's performance alone earned him the title of the Red Sun Domain's top genius! Thinking this, the crowd was deeply shaken, utterly stunned. The other three young masters, including Zhang Yuchen, looked at Lin Xuan on the arena with extreme seriousness. On the eastern platform, the high-ranking members of the Sun Yuan Sect were also greatly impressed by Lin Xuan's strength and talent. Only Fire Yuan True Person remained calm. Yet a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. "Such physical power is quite formidable. Even in the Central Domain, few at the same level can match it. The talent related to his strength must be of no low grade! I didn't expect to discover such a genius in the Red Sun Domain—not bad at all. This trip was worthwhile." Fire Yuan True Person sighed, his eyes showing a glimmer of interest. On the arena. Zhou Wenhao looked at Lin Xuan, his expression extremely serious. Having felt the power of Lin Xuan's earlier punch, he no longer dared to underestimate him. Especially that overwhelming force like endless floodwaters, which still made his body tremble slightly. But admitting defeat was out of the question. As a young master-level genius, he would only be defeated, never surrender. Then, he said coldly: "Lin Xuan, your strength is far greater than I expected! But don't think that gaining the upper hand with one strike means you can defeat me! That sword wasn't my true power!" "Then let me see the true strength of a young master-level genius!" Lin Xuan replied calmly. Yet his expression remained indifferent, unchanged. "Good!" Zhou Wenhao responded. Instantly, his momentum surged by another third. His three original intents also skyrocketed. Four and a half parts Sword Intent, three and a half parts Metal Intent, four parts Wind Intent. The three intents were pushed to their limits, with no holds barred. In his dantian, spiritual essence churned wildly. Zhou Wenhao shouted: "Lin Xuan, this sword was originally meant for Zhang Yuchen. I didn't expect to use it on you first. If you can withstand it, then this battle is mine to lose!" "Bring it on!" Lin Xuan replied coldly. "Lingyun Annihilation!" Zhou Wenhao said no more, gripping his sword with both hands and slashing down. Soaring above all, clouds vanish into void. A chilling sword light shot out, rapidly expanding. Enhanced by the three intents, it swelled to dozens of zhang in an instant. Its power far exceeded before, spreading out and stirring endless waves of air. This was Zhou Wenhao's strongest strike. After the previous sword, he knew further probing was useless. So he unleashed his ultimate attack. Victory or defeat hinged on this one blow. The spreading power forced the watching crowd to retreat again, even more shaken. On the surrounding stands, even those below the Spirit Yuan realm were oppressed by this force, struggling to breathe. Their eyes stung, unable to even look at the arena. Only when nearby Spirit Yuan realm elders released their own auras to shield them did they recover slightly. Their hearts were filled with terror. And even more awe at Zhou Wenhao's strength. The power of this sword strike might be hard for even a mid-Spirit Yuan realm cultivator to block. Yet Zhou Wenhao, at the Spirit Yuan realm first layer, could unleash an attack close to the mid-Spirit Yuan realm. Not only could he fight above his level at the Spirit Yuan realm, but he could also cross two or three minor realms. Truly worthy of being one of the Four Young Masters, far beyond ordinary cultivators. How would Lin Xuan handle this sword? Could he still block it as smoothly as before? The crowd watched eagerly, their eyes fixed on the arena. On the arena. Lin Xuan stared at the incoming sword light, dozens of zhang in size, nearly capable of splitting the entire arena in two, and his expression tightened. "The Four Young Masters live up to their reputation. But still, not enough." He muttered softly, shook his head, and then acted. Another punch was thrown. "Overpowering Fist!" The difference this time was that he used a martial technique. But he still didn't employ spiritual power or intents.