ATG: My genius is almost frightening!

Chapter 68: Not enough to reach the apex



The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke, the Sword Discourse Arena at Heavenly Sword Villa was already buzzing with excitement.

The highly anticipated final event of the Blue Wind Ranking Tournament, the Round of Thirty-Two, had begun!

A massive profound stone had been temporarily set up in the center of the Main Sword Discourse Arena, displaying the names of the thirty-two participants who had advanced to

the Round of Thirty-Two, along with the sects they represented.

"Mu Lingxue - Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace."

"Shui Wushuang - Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace."

"Wu Xuexin - Frozen Cloud Immortal Palace."

"Xiao Kuangyu - Xiao sect."

"Xiao Kuanglei - Xiao sect"

"Xiao... Xiao sect."

"Ling Yun - Heavenly sword villa."

"Ling... Heavenly sword villa."

"Bob Uchiha - Utchiha clan."

*I couldn't resist.*

"ItzVatsal12 - Webnovel sect*

*Bharthuke - Webnovel sect"

"Participating disciples of the Round of Thirty-Two, please come to the stage and draw the lot for battle order!"

There was only one judge during the entire Round of Thirty-Two, and that judge was Ling Wugou. Following Ling Wugou's loud cry, thirty-two contestants stepped forward one by one to draw their respective battle numbers.

"What is your number?" When the three girls returned, Chu Yueli asked them.

"Senior sister I get number 4." Mu Lingxue showed her plate.

"My number is 21" Shui Wushuang said.

"And I get number 8." Wu Xuexin also showed her plate.

After all thirty-two remaining people selected their numbers, their battle order appeared on the Profound Stone.

The thirty-two contestants were split into two groups of sixteen, with one contestant eliminated in each match. The two victors from the groups would eventually face off in the finals to decide who would be the champion.

In the first group were Mu Lingxue, Wu Xuexin, Xiao Kuangyu, Ling Yun, and others.

The second group consisted of Shui Wushuang, Ling Whatever, Ling Feiyu, Xiao Kuanglei, Xiao Nan, and others.

"My luck is so bad; I'm in the same group as sister Mu," Wu Xuexin complained. I hope I can face Ling Yun before meeting sister Mu, she thought worriedly.

She didn't care about the championship; her mind was solely on the reward that Yun Wuji had promised them.

"Don't worry; I'll go easy on you," Mu Lingxue laughed lightly and patted her shoulder.

On the Sword Discourse Arena, the profound stone that displayed the battle order was kept by Ling Wugou who announced loudly: "The battle order of the thirty-two contestants has been decided and the first match shall begin soon. The contestants are Heavenly Sword Villa's Ling Yun and Xiao Sect's Xiao Kuangyu. Please prepare yourself and come onto the arena within sixty breaths of time!"

Soon, both fighters stood up in the arena.

Ling Yun was calm and steady; he was the oldest son of the villa and was at the 9th level of the Spirit Profound Realm.

Xiao Kuangyu, on the other hand, was the oldest son of the Xiao Sect. He was two years older than Ling Yun and was also at the 9th level of the Spirit Profound Realm. Facing Ling Yun, his expression was somewhat grim.

Ling Yun took out his sword, a thin blade completely suffused with a bizarre cyan light. This sword was called the Celestial Yuan Sword, a mid-grade Sky Profound Weapon. With the sword in hand, he signaled to Xiao Kuangyu, saying, "Heavenly Sword Villa's disciple Ling Yun, please guide me!"

Xiao Kuangyu looked at the sword in Ling Yun's hand and felt the pressure mounting. He took out his own sword, a jade blade that emitted a cool glow. This jade sword was called the Wind Spirit Sword, an Earth Profound Weapon. He said, "Xiao Sect Sword Sect's disciple Xiao Kuangyu, please guide me."

Ling Wugou announced, "Round of 32, 1st Match -- Begin!"

After Ling Wugou finished speaking, a fierce storm erupted from Xiao Kuangyu and the Wind Spirit Sword, swirling around him. Though the storm wasn't strong, it was incredibly sharp, resembling numerous swords dancing in the air. Even those seated far from the center of the Sword Discourse Arena could feel an inexplicable sharpness in the air.

Facing Xiao Kuangyu as he made his move, Ling Yun stood silently with his sword in hand, his gaze fixed on Xiao Kuangyu.

"Receive my attack - Extreme Wind Slash!!"

The sword in Xiao Kuangyu's hands pointed forward, and instantly, all the storm surrounding him transformed into the silhouettes of several swords, unleashing a sharp wind toward Ling Yun. Wherever the wind passed, it tore apart the sturdy Sword Discourse Arena into pieces. The storm and the sword silhouettes attacked simultaneously, but Ling Yun remained still, as though he had been scared silly. Only when the storm and the sword silhouettes approached, violently blowing his hair and shirt, did he finally move; he raised his sword and thrust lightly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The violent clash was so loud that it made one wish to be deaf. All the sword silhouettes were destroyed as if their missiles had been intercepted in midair.

After destroying the sword, Ling Yun lowered his blade and looked at Xiao Kuangyu.

It seemed as though he casually trusted his sword, but in reality, he had thrust his blade multiple times, destroying each swo it was just that his speed was astonishingly fast.

"Wh...WHAT in the actual fuck?!"

Xiao Kuangyu's hands and soul trembled simultaneously, his face showed a strong sense of

disbelief.

While he was still in shock, Ling Yun stepped forward and slashed his sword. The strike was sharp and fast, causing the space to distort slightly as it rushed toward Xiao Kuangyu.

Xiao Kuangyu quickly regained his senses from the earlier shock, stared head-on at the approaching waves, and slashed out with his Wind Spirit Sword consecutively. After slashing more than ten times, he finally managed to stop the attack.

Just as he finally sighed in relief, he was terrified to see more sword attacks rushing toward

him.

He quickly slashed again with his sword, barely managing to stop the attack. However, he didn't feel relieved, as even more strikes were aimed at him. We are on the same level; why is he so powerful?! Xiao Kuangyu thought, his expression grim as he defended against the relentless

onslaught.

This continued for a while until he could no longer hold on.

Noticing this, Ling Yun smiled and rushed toward him.

Seeing Ling Yun rushing toward him, Xiao Kuangyu quickly raised his sword, attempting to defend himself. However, when their attacks clashed, he felt an irresistible force that sent

him flying away.

Bang!

Having already exhausted most of his energy earlier, he couldn't put up any resistance against

this attack and was directly sent flying from the arena.

"Xiao Kuangyu lost; Ling Yun wins!"

Ling Wugou announced the result of the match.

"This Ling Yun is so strong; as expected of the Heavenly Sword Villa."

"Yes, he has the demeanor of the Sword Saint back then."

"I'd be interested to see him face off against the fairies from Frozen Cloud."

When the result was announced, the Sword Discourse Arena, which had been silent for a

period of time, was once again filled with hustle and bustle.

Xiao Lingxi, watching the match, looked up at Yun Wuji and said, "Woah, this Ling Yun is so strong! They're on the same level, but he dominated his opponent so easily." "Yeah, he is quite strong among his peers," Yun Wuji nodded. Ling Yun was indeed formidable among the 'geniuses' in this empire. In the novel, he was the one who won this year's tournament, so powerful that with his 9th level Spirit Profound Realm, he defeated Mu Lingxue, who was at the Peak 10th level Spirit Profound Realm, in just seven strikes. "That's true; he is quite gifted," Chu Yueli nodded and looked at Mu Lingxue. "Lingxue, what

do you think?"

"He is strong, but not enough to reach the apex," Mu Lingxue said lightly. She didn't take him very seriously; after all, she was at the Earth Profound Realm, and her Profound Art and body had been refined and elevated to a whole new level.

Yun Wuji shot her a glance, wanting to say, You are the last person here qualified to comment on him, but he decided to keep his thoughts to himself.

Here's the story time again, though I think some of you already know it.

It's about a French couple who were married for 50 years. The husband had a cuckold fetish;

he got off by watching other men have sex with his unconscious wife.

For 10 years, he drugged his wife and paid men to sleep with her, often posting offers on then/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

internet. It seems there were more than 51 men who had banged her while she was

unconscious.

The moral of the story? If you wake up one morning feeling like you had a good sleep, there's

a chance you may have been drugged.