The final round of the tournament had arrived, and the arena was engulfed in a tense silence as two of the most powerful outer sect disciples faced each other: Wang He, the giant with his greatsword, and Zhao Jian, the calm and precise swordsman. Their reputations had already spread throughout the audience, and excitement buzzed in the air. Both men stood firm, eyes locked on one another, knowing that this was not just about victory but about proving their abilities before the entire sect.

The young sect leader, his flaming red hair catching the light of the sun, leaned forward in his seat, an eager grin stretching across his face. Around him, the core disciples of the elders were equally entranced by the prospect of this final duel. Even the usually composed Liu Chen was watching intently, his usual calm expression now filled with curiosity.

On the platform, Wang He grinned as he gripped the hilt of his enormous greatsword. "You know," he said, his voice carrying across the arena, "After facing two spear users, im now facing a sword user all today. I'm starting to think I might be cursed."

Zhao Jian remained expressionless, his sharp eyes focused entirely on Wang He. He replied, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. "I promise to make this fight worth your while."

With that, the young sect leader signaled the start of the match, and in an instant, both fighters shot forward. The clash of their weapons echoed across the arena as Wang He swung his greatsword in a wide arc, aiming to overpower Zhao Jian with sheer brute force. Zhao Jian, with his inhuman precision, dodged the strike by a hair's breadth, his sword moving like a flash of lightning to counter.

Steel clanged against steel as Zhao Jian's blade met Wang He's greatsword, and for a moment, it seemed like neither fighter would give an inch. Wang He's power was undeniable, and every time his sword came crashing down, the sheer weight of it seemed to shake the ground. But Zhao Jian's defensive mastery was equally formidable, his movements so fluid and precise that he blocked every strike with almost supernatural ease.

Wuye, watching from the sidelines, could hardly believe what he was seeing. He had known both Zhao Jian and Wang He were strong, but to witness their full strength in action was something else entirely. "They're on a completely different level," Wuye whispered, his eyes wide with awe. "I didn't realize just how powerful they were."

Liu Chen, standing beside him, nodded but said nothing. His sharp eyes were glued to the fight, analyzing every movement. Even he, with all his knowledge, seemed impressed by the intensity of the duel.

Wang He, realizing that brute strength alone wasn't enough to break through Zhao Jian's defense, changed tactics. He began to shift his movements, darting around the arena in an attempt to find an opening in Zhao Jian's guard. His greatsword swung with terrifying speed and accuracy, always aiming for Zhao Jian's blind spots. But Zhao Jian wasn't fooled. His sword flashed in response to every attack, blocking each strike with a grace and precision that seemed almost effortless.

The two fighters clashed again and again, their blades meeting in a flurry of strikes that seemed to grow faster with every passing second. At first, their movements were measured, each trying to size the other up. But soon, the pace quickened, and what had started as a slow and deliberate exchange became a brutal and furious battle.

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The audience watched in awe as Wang He and Zhao Jian's blades met in a fierce exchange, each strike ringing out like a thunderclap. It was a dance of death, with both fighters moving at such incredible speeds that it was hard for the crowd to keep up. Their swords flashed, clashing again and again, until finally, the two blades locked in a deadly bind.

Zhao Jian, the masterful swordsman that he was, took advantage of the moment. With a flick of his wrist, he slid his sword along the edge of Wang He's greatsword, using the momentum to twist the weapon out of Wang He's grip. The massive sword flew through the air, landing several meters away, leaving Wang He momentarily disarmed.

Zhao Jian didn't hesitate. He moved in for the kill, his sword flashing towards Wang He's chest with deadly intent. But Wang He, undeterred, quickly channeled his qi into his body, hardening his flesh to the point where it could withstand even a blade.

With a roar, Wang He parried Zhao Jian's strike with the back of his fist, sending the sword off course. Then, without missing a beat, Wang He launched a brutal counterattack, using his fists to pummel Zhao Jian with a series of devastating blows. Zhao Jian dodged and blocked as best as he could, but the sheer power behind Wang He's strikes was overwhelming.

The fight turned into a fierce melee, with Wang He using his fists against Zhao Jian's blade. Despite being disarmed, Wang He was still a formidable opponent, his massive frame and raw strength giving him the upper hand in close combat. Every punch he threw seemed to shake the very air around them, and for a moment, it seemed like he might actually overpower Zhao Jian.

But Zhao Jian was not so easily defeated. With his calm and precise movements, he deflected Wang He's strikes, using the flat of his blade to block the punches and create distance between them. It was a brutal and exhausting fight, with both men pushing themselves to their limits.

As the fight raged on, Wang He knew he needed to change tactics. He feinted, pretending to move towards Zhao Jian, but instead, he dashed back to retrieve his greatsword. Zhao Jian, ever cautious, saw the feint coming and moved to intercept him.

However, Wang He had anticipated this. The moment Zhao Jian approached, Wang He slammed his fist into the ground, sending a shockwave of force rippling through the earth. The ground beneath Zhao Jian trembled, and for the first time, Zhao Jian's footing was thrown off. Taking advantage of the moment, Wang He launched himself forward, his massive fist connecting with Zhao Jian's chin in a devastating uppercut.

Zhao Jian was flung into the air, but Wang He wasn't done. With a roar, he grabbed his greatsword and hurled it at Zhao Jian, who barely managed to block the incoming blade. The force of the strike sent Zhao Jian's sword rebounding, leaving him momentarily defenseless.

Wang He didn't hesitate. He leaped into the air, his body a blur of motion as he closed the distance between him and Zhao Jian. With a powerful knee strike, he slammed into Zhao Jian's abdomen, sending the swordsman flying out of the arena and crashing into the ground below.

The crowd erupted into cheers, their voices filling the arena as Wang He stood victorious. His chest heaved with exertion, but a wide grin spread across his face. He had done it. He had won.

Even the young sect leader and the core disciples were impressed by the battle. The young sect leader, his eyes wide with admiration, clapped his hands. "Wang He, that was incredible," he muttered to himself. "His battle instincts are terrifying."

The core disciples, who had been watching in silence, exchanged glances. Even they, who were used to seeing powerful combatants, were surprised by Wang He's raw strength and tactical cunning. It was clear to them now that Wang He was not just a brute with a big sword—he was a true warrior, capable of outsmarting even the most skilled of opponents.

Wuye, watching from the sidelines, could hardly believe his eyes. He had always known Wang He was strong, but to see him fight like this was something else entirely. "He's a monster," Wuye muttered, still in awe of the fight he had just witnessed.

Liu Chen, standing beside him, was unusually quiet, his usual commentary absent. Even he seemed at a loss for words, his sharp eyes focused on Wang He's towering form.

Mei Ling, too, was speechless, her eyes wide with shock. "Senior Brother Xing Wuye," she whispered, "do you think… do you think you could ever beat someone like Wang He?"

Wuye smiled, though there was a hint of nervousness in his expression. "Not yet," he admitted. "But one day, I'll be strong enough."

For now, though, all he could do was watch and learn, as Wang He stood victorious, the crowd still cheering his name.

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This intense semi-final match between Wang He and Zhao Jian left everyone in awe, and the tournament had become a spectacle none of them would soon forget.