Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Chaotic Slash (Please Collect, Please Recommend!)
The thought had just flashed through Ba Renxiong’s mind when Shi Xiaole, from across him, pulled out his blade and aimed a swift reddish blade glare at him.
The Draw Sword Skill!
"A mere swordplay, useless against me."
Ba Renxiong sneered and immediately executed the first move of the five Blood Saber Slashes.
Bang!
The two blades fiercely collided, their powers transmitting to each other through the handles.
True to his reputation as one of the leading figures among the second-rank geniuses, Ba Renxiong’s prowess was far beyond that of Zhang Qingfang. With his ultimate move, he immediately forced Shi Xiaole to retreat continuously.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Shi Xiaole steadied his footing, he immediately took a leap in mid-air and silently launched the second blow.
It was still the Draw Sword Skill.
Long ago, Shi Xiaole had already fully mastered the Draw Sword Skill and elevated it to a whole new level. By now, he not only could draw his sword without effort but could also perform the skill continuously.
Boom!
The Draw Sword Skill was a sword technique that combined emotions and power.
On the other hand, the Blood Saber Slashes required a lot of internal power. Therefore, its recovery time was inevitably longer. Combined with the fact that Ba Renxiong’s inner training was inferior to Shi Xiaole, he was promptly seized the opportunity by the latter.
"Damn kid!"
Not expecting this situation, Ba Renxiong got overwhelmed by the pressure of the second strike. He was about to counterattack forcefully when Shi Xiaole’s third round of Draw Sword Skill came.
Bang!
Like the strike of a hammer and the waves crashing against the shore, Ba Renxiong only felt numbness in his arm. He could barely hold his blade, and his mind was in a daze.
Ba Renxiong was dazed, and the people around him were no better.
"This kid, how can he be so fierce?"
"Launching three heavy strikes in a row. If he used this early against Zhang Qingfang, I doubt Zhang Qingfang could withstand it."
The crowd buzzed with whispers, many incredulously remarking.
Click.
Zhang Qingfang’s fists cracked with the pressure he exerted, his face turned green and pale. He couldn’t anticipate that Shi Xiaole’s thrilling victory over him was the result of hiding his real power?
This was an utter humiliation.
After the third round of Draw Sword Skill, Shi Xiaole’s momentum slowed down.
Even though the Draw Sword Skill was quick and powerful, it cost more mental energy than imagined. After launching three rounds in a row, he had reached his current limit.
Continuing to do so would inevitably damage his mental state, which was not what Shi Xiaole wanted to see.
"Is it over? Kid, I thought you were pretty exceptional."
Suffering a blow right at the beginning, Ba Renxiong’s anger surged into his chest. This humiliation was even worse than his defeat to Zuo Feiyang the previous day.
Zuo Feiyang, at least, was a formidable enemy. Getting defeated by him was understandable. But being pushed back repeatedly by a newbie, especially when he had boasted about teaching the latter a lesson, was unbearable.
"Release your hand!"
With a long roar, Ba Renxiong, having recovered his breath, immediately executed the second move of Blood Saber Slashes. The bloody red glare of the blade, as dazzling as a gem, slashed brutally onto Shi Xiaole.
With a parry and a bang, Shi Xiaole was knocked back, with waves of energy churning in his chest, and a deep notch appeared on his Hundred Battles Blade.
Ba Renxiong did not give Shi Xiaole any chance to breathe and stepped forward, unleashing the third move of the Blood Saber Slashes again.
"Golden Goose Skill!"
With a skip, Shi Xiaole soared into the sky. This time, amid the amazed gaze of the crowd, he gracefully took thirteen steps in mid-air like a wild goose, managing to escape the Blood Saber Slashes.
"Trying to dodge with flying skill, let’s see how long you can hold on."
Without Shi Xiaole’s distracting attacks, Ba Renxiong no longer had to worry about the obstruction of his recovery. Hence, with each slash, the arena was immediately filled with scattered bloody glares. Amid the crisscrossing chaos, the killing intent was palpable.
Amid the bloody glares, Shi Xiaole in his green robe was either soaring through the air or skimming lightly across the ground. Many times, when he was about to get hit by the Blood Saber, he managed to avoid it by a hairbreadth, earning him both admiration and anxiety from many spectators.
However, anyone with discerning eyes could see that given the current situation, Shi Xiaole couldn’t hold on much longer.
"I hope he gets slain."
Tao Ding cursed coldly.
"Still not admitting defeat, is he delusional enough to believe he can win? Ba Renxiong is not Zhang Qingfang."
The senior disciple of the Silver Spear Sect smirked sarcastically.
Not far away, the four members of the Huajian Sect were looking anxious. Especially Yu Fangge, who had already secretly activated his internal power, fearing that Shi Xiaole might accidentally get hurt by Ba Renxiong and couldn’t be rescued in time.
"The Golden Goose Skill is indeed wonderful, especially when used against enemies, it gives me great ease. However, it’s a pity that due to its speed not being fast enough, this flying skill is not suitable for escaping."
Shi Xiaole, who appeared to be in a grave crisis to the others, was not flustered at all. Instead, he was analyzing the strengths and weaknesses of the Golden Goose Skill.
If Ba Renxiong knew Shi Xiaole’s situation, he would be disheartened as this indicated that Shi Xiaole had not yet taken the battle seriously.
Indeed, since he had mastered the Transformation Phase of the Golden Goose Skill, Shi Xiaole had not really used it in battle. Yesterday, he had planned to use Zhang Qingfang to hone his skills, but, to his surprise, Zhang was so frail and was defeated in an instant.
Ba Renxiong today was a perfect grindstone.
Dozens of moves later, the thick blade light vanished in the blink of an eye.
Ba Renxiong stood still, holding his blade in both hands. His eyes, like a predatory beast lurking in the primitive jungle, seemed to want to impale Shi Xiaole.
"Kid, it’s you who has brought this upon yourself."
Shi Xiaole remained undaunted even after five consecutive Blood Saber Slashes, which left Ba Renxiong instupefied anger, and surprisingly, sparked a murder intent in him.
A wave of fierce momentum erupted from his body, and the long blade in his hand began to tremble in his grip, gradually illuminating a layer of bloody glow surpassing its previous shine.
"Not good, he’s about to launch his killer move!"
Yu Fangge abruptly stood up with a gloomy face.
He recalled Ba Renxiong’s Invincible Blood Saber Slash, the formidable power of the blade had come close to defeating Zuo Feiyang. How could Shi Xiaole possibly withstand it?
Not even mentioning withstanding it, getting injured would be considered a light consequence.
"We surrender."
Yu Fangge shouted and was about to intervene when an elder figure rose in the passage of the sky above them and blocked him, declaring: "Unless the concerned party surrenders, no one has the right to obstruct the match."
The elder was the Grand Elder of the Tyrant Saber Sect.
At this point, everyone could see that Ba Renxiong’s aim to punish Shi Xiaole had not been achieved. Not only that, but to a certain extent, he had contributed to Shi Xiaole’s fame.
A look across the Cloud Triangle region would show that there weren’t many peers who could withstand the five Blood Saber Slashes.
Moreover, Shi Xiaole was only fifteen years old. As soon as word of today’s battle gets out, he will instantly be famous in the Cloud Triangle.
Therefore, the only way for Ba Renxiong to salvage his pride was to use his killer move to brutally defeat Shi Xiaole at the last minute.
As the Grand Elder of the Tyrant Saber Sect, he naturally sided with Ba Renxiong. As for whether Shi Xiaole would get hurt and how badly, he didn’t care.
"You..."
Feeling the pressure imposed by the Grand Elder of the Tyrant Saber Sect, Yu Fangge was engulfed with rage. However, the opponent’s reasoning was quite valid. Agrudgingly, he could only shout to Shi Xiaole: "Xiaole, quickly surrender."
As if deaf to the words, Shi Xiaole, like Ba Renxiong, clutched his Hundred Battles Blade in both hands.
"Kid, you got guts. If you’ve asked for trouble, I’ll just have to indulge you."
With a sneer, Ba Renxiong took action. The thick, indissoluble bloody blade glow, resembling a shrunken whirlpool, surged violently towards Shi Xiaole.
The ferocious power, although not yet close, sent chills down the spines of other sect disciples standing ten feet behind Shi Xiaole.
Many were yelling, if it were them in the ring, they’d probably be paralyzed on the ground already.
"Junior Sister, is this going overboard?"
Atop a distant tower, Wang Zuying sighed.
Given the power of Ba Renxiong’s blade, even if Shi Xiaole employs the Narrow Escape, it would be far from enough, even if he could only draw his sword.
A hint of regret flashed across Xu Nianxue’s face.
She only wished to teach Shi Xiaole a lesson and destroy his pride, not to hurt him. After all, his parents had shown kindness to the Xu Family of Jiangbei. However spoilt she was, she couldn’t betray their kindness.
But looking at the situation at hand, it’s too late for regret.
"If he’s really hurt, I will take responsibility for it."
Xu Nianxue scoffed.
"Huh?"
At that moment, Wang Zuying suddenly widened her beautiful eyes and looked at the distant empty ground with an incredulous gaze.
As the blade glow was about to slash down, Shi Xiaole stood still like a clay figure, leading many to suspect that he was scared stiff.
Those who knew him, including Yuan Qiuwei, Xiao Yuanbo, Mao Wenjing, Lan Ning, and Sha Zongheng, all stood up, their hearts pounding.
The chorus of exclamations echoed in the sky.
Even Yue Changzheng called upon his internal power. If someone died during the competition in Astonishing Dragon Castle, it would be a disgrace to him.
When the blade glow was just half a feet away from Shi Xiaole, he suddenly moved.
He slightly raised his eyes, and in his dark gem-like pupils, the trajectory of the blood-colored saber glow was clearly reflected. He swung his arms, going from left to right, and a light as feather blow was executed.
Compared to the domineering, boundlessly murderous Invincible Blood Saber Slash, this blow seemed as harmless as a paper-made knife, giving people an impression of being easily destructible.
But the next moment, everyone’s eyes widened.
Because the blade, at an unexpected angle, abruptly cut into the blood-colored blade glow and floated lightly towards Ba Renxiong, who was laughing loudly.
The moment before, it was far away in the sky, but now it was approaching and its power seemed to have doubled out of nowhere!
There was a soft sound.
A spurt of fresh blood splashed.
Shi Xiaole was forced back abruptly, stumbling a few steps before steadying himself, his face flushed abnormally.
On the contrary, Ba Renxiong stood frozen in the spot, his right arm, which held the blade, had a wound as long as half a foot, and blood was gushing out profusely.
"What?!"
Upon discerning this scene, the Grand Elder of the Tyrant Saber Sect’s face suddenly contorted. Many others also stood up, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.
"That blade?"
Yue Xunxian squinted his eyes.
The feeling given by Shi Xiaole’s blade was elusive and extremely strange, it seemed like a piece of cloud or a gust of wind, unpredictable.
He couldn’t understand, how did the fifteen-year-old teenager execute that blade?
