Chapter 948: Chapter 947: Natural Martial Arts (Addition for ’poonlo’, 6/10)_1
The combatants, amidst the fierce battle, felt as if their chests were struck by a hammer, each one deeply impacted.
There was a time when even Wudao Xuan was said to be nothing special, but reflecting on everything that had just happened, the young man in green seemed to truly have the confidence to say such a thing.
"Interesting, fight!"
Wudao Xuan shouted loudly, the first time he had made such a high-pitched and passionate sound since he appeared. His hands moved rapidly, weaving strands of Vigorous Air that formed various birds, butterflies, hawks, and so on, spreading like ink in water, quickly filling the void.
Shi Xiaole couldn’t sense any murderous intent, but his vigilance was heightened to the extreme because the world in his eyes suddenly came to a halt, as if it had turned into a painting of a hundred birds, with himself being nothing more than an insignificant embellishment within it.
Whoosh!
Stowing the glazed box into his chest, Shi Xiaole thrust out with his sword, the sword aura that pierced the heavens eradicated swathes of the oppressive birds. Yet, the moment he cleared them, more would emerge in the next, an endless onslaught.
"I am the painter, you are the subject in the painting, how dare you resist?"
A mysterious force of heaven and earth bore down on him, the chorus of a hundred birds seemed to suppress even Shi Xiaole’s sword momentum by a fraction.
"Heaven, these are methods only attainable by a Void Origin Realm Martial Emperor!"
Having the combat power of the Void Origin Realm and possessing the methods of the Void Origin Realm are completely different concepts. The former is a sign of extraordinary talent; isn’t the latter the same?
With his cultivation in the Divine Border Realm and leveraging the mighty forces of heaven and earth to create his own domain, the talent displayed by Wudao Xuan left everyone in awe, as if they were witnessing a miracle.
Even Shi Xiaole’s expression turned solemn, but this was followed by an endless surge of fighting spirit.
Under a renowned name, there are no false practitioners. He really wanted to test what the limits were for the bearer of the Selfless Sacred Bone.
The Wind Sword Way was activated, and the sword aura formed a point at the tip of the sword. Under Shi Xiaole’s swing, this point bloomed dramatically in the wind, expanding in an instant to a hundred feet in size, sending out countless sword auras.
The birds fell like dumplings, but the invisible force of heaven and earth grew even stronger. Wudao Xuan’s body radiated a pearly white brilliance, his black hair was crystalline, and his handsome face wore a smile that seemed to look down on the world; his fist enlarged in Shi Xiaole’s eyes.
"Hundred Birds Fist!"
From this punch, Shi Xiaole felt ruthlessness, he felt singularity, as if all the colors of heaven and earth were concentrated within it, nothing could stand in its way.
This was the Fist of the Great Way!
Of course, what Wudao Xuan had comprehended was probably just the tip of the iceberg. The Great Way is the ultimate law of heaven and earth; even a peerless Martial Emperor wouldn’t dare claim to have fully comprehended it. If that were the case, then a hundred Shi Xiaoles wouldn’t be enough to face it.
But even just the tip of the iceberg was enough to send shivers down the spine of everyone present, with one thought in their minds: this truly is a child of heaven!
Thump!
Shi Xiaole was pierced through, but not his physical body; it was a phantom he had left in his original place.
At Wudao Xuan’s left side, a point of sword light suddenly brightened, transforming into a union of hundreds and thousands of swords, violently attacking forward.
"Useless."
Wudao Xuan’s fists were omnipresent, like the Great Way itself, everywhere and yet elusive. But how many can pick it up, touch it?
Ting!
A sword strike hit the fist, and the immense strength of the blow actually caused the Spring Fury Sword to bend in the middle with an exaggerated arc, looking as though it would snap into two the next instant.
"Just by the strength of the flesh alone?"
The Blue Flame Martial Emperor exclaimed inwardly.
To his knowledge, only an Earthly Realm Martial Emperor could destroy a top mid-grade Spiritual Weapon.
"He’s wearing gloves."
Some spectators with keen eyesight noticed that the surface of Wudao Xuan’s alabaster-like fists was clearly coated with a layer of terrifying force, complementing his own strength, and it was undoubtedly a top mid-grade pair of gloves.
While everyone was astonished by Wudao Xuan’s strength, something extraordinary happened.
The bent Spring Fury Sword straightened out instantaneously, and a force so strong it became tangible caused the void to tremble wildly, pouring into Wudao Xuan’s hand.
At the same time, the Spring Fury Sword, like a spirit snake leaving its hole, pointed rapidly multiple times in an instant, and commanding it was just a segment of a wrist.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
Transparent ripples continuously exploded, overlapping with each layer possessing terrifying destructive power.
"Using technique to break the Great Way, how is this possible?!"
The Mysterious Heart Blade Empress was stunned beyond measure.
Technique is always below the Great Way; this is a truth universally acknowledged in the Martial World. But what did she see? A swordsman using technique to break through the Fist of the Great Way, advancing against the current.
"Regardless of how exceptional the technique is, it ultimately cannot stand on the same stage, Will-Collapsing Fist!"
Wudao Xuan’s eyes narrowed as he threw another punch, but this one was even more powerful than before. Behind him, it was as if huge mountains were collapsing, pressing towards Shi Xiaole with a devastating force.
"Technique is also a kind of the Great Way."
Shi Xiaole didn’t retreat but advanced instead, his inky black hair streaked with white billowed back as he revealed his stunning face. He was clad in green, like a swordsman from a dream, and as he waved his sword, a thousand-feet sword aura divided into countless streams, slashing towards the fist.
His left hand rose, pointing forward, and bubbles of phantom Qi appeared in the void. Each bubble that burst was an invisible strike of the sword’s momentum.
With the Wind Sword in his right hand and the Illusion Sword in his left, he executed both martial arts simultaneously.
"What?!"
"This..."
The combatants in the midst of the fierce battle were almost shocked to the point of fainting.
If Wudao Xuan’s display of the Grand Way Fist, with his age being under sixty, matched a renowned Martial Emperor and made him seem haughty, then there’s only one word to describe Shi Xiaole’s dual paths with one mind: demonic!
Having two martial paths was unprecedented, but to concurrently execute both was truly described as unparalleled; even those high above in the sky, the Fire Emperor and Yan Zhenning who were engaged in fierce combat, glanced involuntarily at Shi Xiaole.
The difference was that the Fire Emperor’s eyes were cold, while Yan Zhenning’s held a tinge of surprise.
Bang!
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Wudao Xuan’s face became very indifferent, his momentum growing wildly as if there were no end, each move stronger than the last, seemingly capable of causing Heavenly Collapse and Earth Shattering.
"The Young Master has comprehended the natural martial path: birth, aging, sickness, death, prosperity, decline, thriving, and withering; every change of heaven and earth is in his hand. Within ten years, he could transform into a Supreme Lord; he only becomes stronger as he fights, the Young Master is unbeatable!"
The young woman following Wudao Xuan laughed heartily, full of confidence in him.
In the sky, at times there was wind, rain, thunder, and lightning; at times, spring warmth and blossoms; at times, rolling clouds; at times, sunrise and moonrise, Wudao Xuan’s moves encapsulated the marvel of nature. He seemed to be the embodiment of heaven and earth, possessing endless power.
Contemporaries like the Blue Flame Martial Emperor stayed well clear. They couldn’t fathom how someone who hadn’t stepped into the Void Origin Realm could unleash power that was top-tier even among Human Realm Martial Emperors, only slightly inferior to the very best of them.
But Shi Xiaole equally amazed them, perhaps even more so.
Compared with Wudao Xuan’s ever-changing and unfathomable style, Shi Xiaole was like an eternal divine sword, unparalleled in the past. Wherever his edge pointed, all things would be cleaved; anything standing in his way would be severed one by one, irresistible.
The clash between the two was like the collision of two mini worlds, already faintly touching upon the level of Dao melody!
Fifty moves.
One hundred moves.
Two hundred moves.
"Sun and Moon Celestial!"
As the battle raged, Wudao Xuan’s steady eyes became sharp, hair disheveled, one hand held the sun, the other captured the moon, thrusting them at Shi Xiaole, overshadowing a vast expanse of the sky.
Shi Xiaole had to admit that Wudao Xuan was one of the strongest geniuses he had encountered, on par with Zhang Xiangfeng. That he had been pushed back previously was not due to lack of strength, but to being caught off guard.
After all, in the recent years of widespread battle, who among his peers could exchange two hundred moves with Shi Xiaole?
None lasted even ten moves!
His fighting spirit surged wildly; in Shi Xiaole’s mind, it seemed as if thousands of thunderbolts were roaring, the sword in his hand trembling instinctively.
"Wind Wound!"
The wild wind turned into countless particles, which, under the trembling effect, each pushed the one in front without any loss of force; instead, it kept strengthening. When it amplified hundreds of times, the force almost reached an uncontrollable state and was swung out by Shi Xiaole with all his strength.
Naturally, he comprehended the sixth form of the Wind Tribulation Sword Technique.
Boom!!
The sky was torn asunder, the sunlight of day and night seemed like an overturned funnel, drilled with a protruding point rising up, and when it expanded to its limit, the point suddenly shattered. Thousands of Sword Qi surged out, making the below sunlight of day and night riddled with holes, bursting out with continuous thunderous noises.
"Dragon Tiger Talisman!"
In a critical moment, from within Wudao Xuan burst forth a light mark, etched with the pattern of dragons and tigers in fierce struggle, swiftly tunneling towards Shi Xiaole.
The almost numb onlookers were shocked once more.
How could they not see that this was an extremely powerful spiritual attack, yet not just a spiritual attack, as it evidently contained the principles of heaven and earth, with martial way carved into spirit? Such creation—aside from Wudao Xuan, who else could accomplish it?
"Heart Thunder Sword!"
A shout erupted as azure-colored Sword Qi surged immensely, and spectators saw a glowing three-foot azure blade shoot out from Shi Xiaole’s forehead, incredibly swiftly.
This was precisely the sword move that initially forced Wudao Xuan back, containing both martial way and spiritual power, equally astonishing. But this time, it was issued purely with spiritual force, not at all inferior to the Dragon Tiger Talisman!
Crack!
At the moment of impact, the Dragon Tiger Talisman split in the middle, and the three-foot azure blade shrank to one foot, but its speed did not decrease, continuing to rush towards Wudao Xuan.
With both hands circling, a ring of gleaming light formed in front of Wudao Xuan as the azure blade stabbed into it, inch by inch sinking in, almost puncturing through.
At the critical moment, Wudao Xuan stretched out hands and crushed it, but he too was hit by the spiritual Sword Qi, retreating hundreds of meters, stumbling before stabilizing his figure.
This scene caused a tsunami of shock to surge through everyone’s hearts, beyond control.
No one could deny that Wudao Xuan had already employed powerful methods, but from the looks of it, he hadn’t gained any advantage on the field. To be truthful, it was the Kirin Young Emperor from the Flying Horse Dynasty who seemed to have a slight upper hand!
Wudao Xuan stared intently at Shi Xiaole, the colors swirling in his pupils. Without a sound, a snow-white brilliance that seemed capable of melting all things in the world rose from within him, serene yet possessed with utmost terror.
This was the power of the Selfless Sacred Bone.
But at that moment.
Shi Xiaole’s back hair stood on end, and without thinking, he retreated explosively.
Clang!
The next moment, Shi Xiaole felt his mind boom, countless shards of spirit falling from his spiritual sea, his brain throbbing with piercing pain.
"Old coot!"
Shi Xiaole looked towards the distant servant with a gloomy countenance.
