1583 Wang Teng’s Huang Heaven Blade! (1)
Boom!
Two powerful golden projections collided in the air. The explosion was earth-shattering.
Space started to rip apart, creating pitch-black dimensional rifts.
The clash of frightening attacks were powerful enough to tear space open!
Tiny and sharp sword glows were fired in all directions, creating an appalling scene. A few kilometers surrounding the clash was akin to a death zone.
The audience was dumbfounded. Cold sweat dripped down their backs, while their hairs stood on end.
“This is terrifying!”
“Their sword skills are so powerful!”
“Are these the attacks of celestial warriors? Why do I feel that not even cosmos fighters would match them?”
“I probably live in a different world.”
“Don’t you think that their attacks are similar?”
“Similar? They’re exactly the same!”
“Oh my god, why do I have a feeling that Wang Teng learned the Crown Prince’s skills? That finger technique is the same, too.”
“Really? How can Wang Teng learn the skill in such a short time? I don’t believe it!”
“Is there really a genius like that?”
“I admit that he’s a genius, but if he can steal and learn other people’s techniques, he’s not just a genius.”
“Could it be a coincidence? Maybe they just know the same technique.”
“That would be a huge coincidence!”
…
Anyone with a pair of eyes could tell that the two combatants were using the same skill.
The prince had used it first; the young hero had just tried it.
So, either the latter had copied the prince or the two of them had gotten the same legacy.
Most of the audience considered the first option as absurd, but its likelihood was still higher than the second option.
It wasn’t an ordinary technique. Normal moves were readily available, making it possible for both to learn the same skill.
However, the high noble’s technique wasn’t ordinary. It was a legacy left by a formidable warrior.
It would be impossible for the two to receive the same inheritance.
Formidable warriors would never take in two disciples for no reason!
On the imperial family’s spacecraft—Grand Duke Chongshan was startled. He observed the techniques carefully and found no differences, concluding it was one and the same. He was speechless for a moment.
“I somehow feel that I still underestimated Wang Teng,” the grand duke muttered to himself.
He couldn’t see through the Crown Prince’s legacy, so it had to be an eternal stage skill or above.
Such techniques were difficult to learn.
It was unlikely for regular warriors to learn it, even when having the proper cultivation method, let alone learning it on the spot.
“Erm…” The universe stage elder opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
Stealing other people’s skills wasn’t ethical, but the young hero actually did so in the open, brazenly. No unscrupulous methods were used, so nobody could find fault in him.
He did it with his own capability!
They had no right to condemn him.
The elder from the imperial family was of course on the prince’s side, so this made him feel exasperated.
Aside from the imperial family people, the other dukedom families were too bewildered by the situation. Their best guess was that the young earthling had actually copied the skill from the high noble.
What kind of genius is this?
How shameless!
The generals stared at one another, their faces showing weird expressions. They didn’t expect Wang Teng to act in such a way.
“He’s insane!” General Habakkuk sighed. He felt conflicted.
“He’s remarkable indeed, if he really stole the Crown Prince’s skill.” General Fu Xinglan shook his head and sighed.
…
In the sky above the arena—
Wang Teng and the Crown Prince’s sword glows were finally extinguished. The overpowered impact swept forth; both parties flew back several kilometers.
Upon careful observation, the noble was pushed back by three kilometers while the young hero only moved by two.
There was still a slight difference in strength.
Wang Teng was partially stronger.
The noble stood in the distance with sword in hand, pointing diagonally towards the ground. He gazed intently at the hero, his emotions a jumble.
It was clear to him that the earthling had used the first move of The Twelve Tyrant Swords. It couldn’t be anything else.
He remembered their short dialog, when he dared Wang Teng to learn the move if he had the ability… and he did!
That was a painful slap in the face.
The hero clutched his sword and took a calm step forward.
“Not bad.” The corners of the prince’s eyes twitched as he replied in a calm tone. He too walked forward.
Each step turned their bodies into lingering shadows as they dashed for a second clash.
Boom!
The intense battle continued.
The two parties collided like two small suns, resulting in powerful energy waves, sweeping in all directions.
“I have a second move. Please receive it,” said the prince. His sword blossomed with a blinding golden light, illuminating the entire sky.
Wang Teng raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve never used the second sword before. Let’s see how you steal it,” the noble taunted.
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