Chapter 867: Chapter 866: Battle with the Unparalleled Halberd King (Part 1)
"Ten Sword Art, Earth Annihilator!"
The one who made the move was none other than Zhan Liye, the Young Master of the Ten Sword Sect. And his opponent was also extremely powerful, known as the Ninth Dark Fist King in Rainbow State.
In the sky, ten swords descended, each one formed from Sword Qi, with power comparable to the very best of low-grade Spiritual Weapons. An unseen force connected them, suddenly merging into one.
Whoosh!
The surface of the arena burst into brilliant light as Zhan Liye’s move activated the peak Array System of the Void Origin Realm.
In the midst of the frenzied Sword Qi, the Ninth Dark Fist King’s clothes were peppered with holes, with intense metallic clashing sounds erupting between the fabric and his skin as the Sword Qi, like raindrops, continually rebounded.
Few knew that the Ninth Dark Fist King was not only a master of boxing but also an extremely formidable Horizontal Practice Martial Artist, whose bodily hardness could withstand a full-force blow from an Earth Immortal of the ultimate Ninth Tier.
"Ninth Dark Divine Punch."
The right fist swelled thrice in size in thin air, and the Ninth Dark Fist King smashed it towards the giant sword coming at him.
Clang!
Time and space went still, followed by an earth-shattering collision noise, while the exploded Sword Qi and fist’s brilliance drew countless arc-shaped streamlines, slashing across the surface Array System of the arena.
As the Ninth Dark Fist King’s fist ploughed through the giant sword unstoppably, Shi Xiaole keenly noticed that the sword fragments also left shallow or deep cuts on his arm, from which trickles of blood seeped out.
A sweet, metallic taste rushed to Zhan Liye’s throat, his face flushed red, and he stepped back in slight disarray.
"Among all the ultimate Ninth Tier Earth Immortals, the Ninth Dark Fist King is definitely at the top, perhaps not weaker than some among the six great prodigies. For Zhan Liye to fight to this extent is no small feat."
"But now it is a fight to the death, and if Zhan Liye fails, it means death. Alas, the Martial World is so cruel; he should not have chosen to fight."
The seats around the arena were sparsely filled, but those who sat there were all extraordinary figures. Seeing this, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of sorrow for the doomed hare.
Putting themselves in Zhan Liye’s shoes, they would probably not choose to surrender either, for surrendering represents fear, and how could such talents allow a flaw to appear in their hearts? Moreover, the consequence was enslavement.
Next, they, too, will face opponents as evenly matched as theirs, and perhaps like Zhan Liye, they will be splattered with blood.
"I’m sorry, but to protect myself, I can only kill you."
The force of the Ninth Dark Fist King’s punch caused Zhan Liye to spurt blood from his mouth, his sword flying out of his hand. The wind generated by the punch even caused ripples in the Array System’s light shield miles away, the power of the blow astounding everyone present.
But that was not the end. The Ninth Dark Fist King’s right arm maintained its momentum forward, while his left arm was wound back like a drawn bow, each muscle tight and bulging, like numerous hills primed to explode, a terrifying power gathering within.
"Ninth Dark Heaven-Piercing Force, die."
With a loud shout, the Ninth Dark Fist King’s left punch shot out with incredible speed, and with it, he launched himself like a streak of light, fiercely crashing towards Zhan Liye. The punch hadn’t even landed, but the void was already congealed.
Zhan Renxiong’s gaze was piercing, his fist clenched with veins bulging on the surface, nearly causing the space where he stood to collapse under the outpouring malice and killing intent.
Shi Xiaole appeared unaffected, his thoughts inscrutable to all.
At the eye of the storm, Zhan Liye stood on the edge of a cliff, but suddenly he spread his arms, surrounded by clusters of Sword Qi, his whole being like a gleaming cross.
As the shattering punch drew near, it was immediately met by countless Sword Qi, severely reducing its speed.
"I finally understand why the moment of life and death is the most precious for a martial artist, as it is the edge between life and death that reveals one’s true nature. Ninth Dark Fist King, I thank you."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Countless Sword Qi combined to form an ordinary-sized sword of extreme refinement, hovering over the blood-drenched Zhan Liye. At a casual flick of his finger, the light sword effortlessly sliced through the punch’s brilliance.
"You’ve actually grasped the ’Ten Sword Art’s Heavenly Execution’ in the final moment, I die without regrets."
A faint voice fell, and the Ninth Dark Fist King was shredded into a cloud of blood mist by the Sword Qi, scattering with the wind.
"Turning defeat into victory, impressive!"
"Zhan Liye’s strength now, even if not on par with the Sentimental Sword King, is not far behind. From now on, there is one more Invincible Earth Immortal in the Martial World."
People were both shocked and admiring.
Realizing a killing move in the moment between life and death is the stuff of legends, but the probability of it actually happening is far too low. Correspondingly, the benefits of such an epiphany for a martial artist are the greatest.
Zhan Liye’s talent may not be on par with the six great prodigies, but his determination is undeniably steadfast. Having mastered the final technique of the Ten Sword Sect, his strength has actually surpassed that of several of the prodigies.
"Liye, I am proud of you as your father."
As the murderous aura and intent dissipated, Zhan Renxiong burst into hearty laughter. With his son to carry on his legacy, he no longer had any worries for the future, and the time had come for him to give his all in battle.
"Zhan Liye, do you still want to fight in the fourth round? If you refuse, this old man will not provide healing medicine," said an elder from Wuyuan Palace.
"No."
Shaking his head with a smile, Zhan Liye limped, almost crawling back to the side of the ring under the indifferent gaze of the old man from Wuyuan Palace. He planned to heal his injuries while watching the battles.
His refusal was not out of fear; it was because he did not want his father to worry, nor could he let down his expectations. But he would not leave just yet, for there were two people in the field he was very concerned about.
Brutal fights were likewise unfolding on the other three stages.
The southern stage.
A bewitching young man moved like light, like a mirror, advancing and retreating amidst spears of fire that bore infinite ferocity. Even though blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his gaze grew more and more sinister.
"Mirror Flash!"
Suddenly, the bewitching young man seized the opportunity, rushing into the raging flames and tearing open the back of a young man with his claw.
Cries of alarm rose from the crowd.
Could it be that one of the six great prodigies, the Flaming Sky Spear King, was going to be defeated?
"Flaming Sky Fury!"
The agony of being torn apart couldn’t make the Flaming Sky Spear King furrow his brow. With ruthless coldness, he formed a spear with his hand, a blue flame illuminating all things, incinerating all things.
Bang!
Hiss!
The bewitching young man let out a muffled grunt and was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, crashing to the ground with a totter and his vitality waning, while clutching a large chunk of flesh and blood in his hand.
The Spear King’s back caved in, the flesh mangled, with a trace of sinister power spreading within it.
The western stage.
A burly young boy with thick eyebrows and an innocent air faced a desperate situation.
Astonishingly, he was only in the third tier of the Divine Barrier Realm, with combat power far below anyone else’s. Yet, at critical moments, a mysterious power always protected him, allowing him to hold on until now.
After another heavy blow, the mysterious power hidden within his dantian suddenly released, bursting out with a thunderous roar, grinding his opponent into flying ash.
"Big sis, I, Wen Yuxing, promised to rescue you, and I will fulfil that promise."
The boy murmured to himself, his cultivation soaring rapidly like a rocket from the third tier of the Divine Barrier Realm all the way to the sixth, leaving the surrounding crowd dumbfounded.
In the depths of Wuyuan Palace, someone glanced over here, their eyes full of amusement.
The northern stage.
A wild and presumptuous young man in black was fiercely entangled in a fight with one of the six great prodigies, the Seven Mace Martial King. His strength was powerful, his offensive ferocious, and his courage fearless, which even the Martial King found to be astonishing.
"I want the flag of the Infinite Demon Sea Sect to be planted in every territory; how could I fall here? I am the Infinite Demon Sea Sect’s Young Master, I am the Mo Tiankuang!"
And on the eastern stage at this moment.
Two beams of light fell upon two individuals.
One, dressed in blue, with dust-free elegance and extraordinary charm, was the young swordsman Shi Xiaole.
The other, wielding a giant halberd, stood as towering as a mountain, with just a glance exuding an intense oppressive force. He was the most explosive and brutal of the six great prodigies, the Unparalleled Halberd King.
