"It really is the Falling Star Sword," Leon Huang nodded.
With Leon Huang's confirmation, Bi Fang's expression grew more serious. "I never imagined your father would actually pass the Falling Star Sword down to you!"
Frank Feng and the Outer Sect disciples below overheard their conversation, all showing hints of confusion and speculation. Could that seemingly ordinary black iron sword actually be a spirit weapon?
Perhaps sensing everyone's thoughts, Bi Fang explained in a solemn voice, "The Falling Star Sword is a sixth-grade spirit weapon, the personal sword of the Falling Star Swordsman. Twenty years ago, a Devil Race army of about three thousand suddenly appeared outside a small human border city."
Just as the border city was about to be breached, the Falling Star Swordsman charged alone into the three thousand Devils with the Falling Star Sword, fighting for a day and a night. In the end, he slaughtered all three thousand Devils, allowing five hundred thousand humans in the city to escape disaster."
Hearing that the Falling Star Swordsman defeated three thousand enemies single-handedly and emerged victorious, everyone fell silent, their eyes filled with admiration.
The Devil Race is inherently cruel and bloodthirsty. Whenever they conquer a city, their policy is total extermination—nothing is left alive, not even chickens or dogs.
As a result, the Human Race has never had any fondness for the Devil Race; in fact, the hatred runs deep.
At the same time, everyone's gaze turned to Leon Huang. So he was the son of the Falling Star Swordsman—no wonder his talent is so extraordinary.
"But...!"
Bi Fang continued, "Although the Falling Star Swordsman won, he exhausted his vital essence and was on the verge of death. He survived, but his grandmaster cultivation was lost, and he fell below that realm, unable to make any further progress from then on!"
At this point, Bi Fang couldn't help but sigh, his face full of regret. "With the Falling Star Swordsman's talent, he had the potential to reach the Martial Saint realm. What a pity, what a shame!"
Upon hearing this, everyone showed expressions of regret as well.
Martial Saints are the pinnacle of Human Race strength; every additional one means greater safety for humanity.
Listening to Bi Fang recount his cheap old man's story, Song Yan felt a bit strange. He never expected his wife-fearing dad to have such a badass past.
Bi Fang composed himself and said to Song Yan and Fred Feng, "Alright, back to the point. You two, continue your match!"
Fred Feng shook his head. "I concede!"
The Falling Star Sword is a sixth-grade spirit weapon, three grades higher than his Crystal Cicada Sword—how could he possibly win?
Bi Fang nodded and announced loudly, "I declare Leon Huang the champion of this Outer Sect Grand Tournament!"
"Boss, you're awesome!"
"Boss, you're awesome!"
"Boss, we all admire you!"
...
When Bi Fang announced Leon Huang as the champion of the Outer Sect Grand Tournament, Lin Yue and the others in the audience couldn’t help but break into loud cheers.
"Alright, let’s continue the competition!" Bi Fang raised his hand, quieting the commotion below.
There was little suspense—Fred Feng, though defeated by Leon Huang, easily bested the other eleven and took second place in the Outer Sect Grand Tournament.
Third place went to Jean Shan, president of the Daughters’ Society.
In the next two hours, the final top ten rankings for the Outer Sect were decided.
With the tournament finished, it was time for the awards ceremony.
Everyone who made the top ten received a Breakthrough Pill and ten thousand taels of silver.
The top three also received special bonus prizes.
Soon the results were announced: first place got a storage ring with five cubic units of space; second place got one with three cubes; third place’s ring was even smaller, just one cube.
To Leon Huang, these prizes weren’t very impressive—he already had several storage rings, and the Galaxy God Ring contained a masterwork ring with much more space than these.
After three days, the Outer Sect Grand Tournament ended, and the Inner Sect tournament would begin in another three days.
After receiving congratulations from everyone, Leon Huang returned to his room.
He sat cross-legged on his bed, hands folded, eyes focused, and entered a state of cultivation.
Activating the Undying Phoenix Codex, he drew in spiritual energy from all around, transforming it into undying phoenix true qi that filled his dantian and acupoints.
Soon, his dantian and acupoints couldn’t hold any more true qi; he could only break through new acupoints.
Time to begin!
With a single thought, Leon Huang’s true qi turned into dozens of fine needles, rushing toward each sealed acupoint.