Supreme Cultivation Master

Chapter 703: Chapter 702: Martial Arts Showdown

At this moment, the gods fell into a stunned silence. The Divine Domain’s strongest genius, the Little God Monarch, had been defeated. Could this be the lament of the Evil God lineage? They could not accept this reality, and all of them were in low spirits. In contrast, the Martial Artists of the Righteous Divine Lineage cheered to the heavens, because Ye Fan had won. The Little God Monarch was not so invincible after all, and the one who had defeated him was none other than Ye Fan.

Ye Fan spoke, "The problem isn’t your Heroic Thirteen Swords. Your technique is flawless; it is the strongest of swords. The profundity of the Heroic Thirteen Swords has already reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Anyone wielding it would be capable of obliterating anything in an instant!"

"Then why couldn’t I kill you instantly?" the Little God Monarch challenged.

Ye Fan replied, "Because you are too arrogant."

"What do you mean?" the Little God Monarch asked, struggling as he clutched his wound.

"You said you began practicing the sword at nine, and at twenty, you forsook the sword to use grass and trees as your blade."

"At forty, you abandoned everything else, believing anything could be a sword."

"Is there a problem with that?" the Little God Monarch asked, unwilling to concede.

Ye Fan wiped his Yuanhong Sword, then said, "Do you really think you were advancing by doing that? You are wrong. A sword is a Martial Artist’s greatest companion. If you can’t even grasp the essence of the sword, what right do you have to forsake it? It is precisely your act of abandonment that created so many flaws in your Heroic Thirteen Swords, even if your profound Sword Qi can sweep everything away. In the end, you’ll find that your companion has always been the most reliable!"

Upon hearing Ye Fan’s words, everyone fell into deep thought. The Little God Monarch, however, had a revelation. "I see now. I know what the problem is. I believed I was peerless in the Sword Dao, but I’ve finally realized my Sword Dao existed only in a dream. Starting today, I will forsake the Sword Dao! To me, it was all nothing more than a pipe dream. Now that I have awakened, it is time to let it go."

Everyone was shocked. Although they didn’t fully grasp the meaning behind Ye Fan’s words, they knew one thing: for the Little God Monarch to forsake the sword was a monumental renunciation. They couldn’t believe he was so willing to give it up. After all, he had only strayed from his path—though in the eyes of the crowd, he hadn’t even strayed at all. His willingness to abandon it so easily did not mean the Little God Monarch was a fool. Instead, it proved his Sword Dao was flawed, and forsaking it was the best possible outcome.

Then, the Little God Monarch’s tone shifted. "Even if I forsake the Sword Dao, you are still no match for me, for I am a Martial Artist who practices Sword and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation! In the path of Martial Arts, I have traveled much farther than in the Sword Dao. Prepare to die!"

An incredible power surged from within the Little God Monarch’s body, and he used a peerless Spiritual Medicine to suppress his wound. At that moment, he returned to his peak state.

Ye Fan said, "Coincidentally, I am also a Martial Artist who practices Sword and Martial Arts Dual Cultivation. I’d like to see whose Martial Arts are superior—yours or mine!"

Ye Fan also unleashed his Pure Yang Divine Power. Under the pressure of his Spiritual Energy, his grievous wound began to heal at a visible rate.

The crowd was stunned. They had thought the battle between the two geniuses was over, but it turned out their contest had just begun. This was a war that could not be missed. With the clash of Sword Dao finished, the battle of Martial Arts was about to erupt. A confrontation of Martial Arts was always the most thrilling spectacle. After all, Martial Arts was the path most common to all Martial Artists. As for who had progressed further, that was difficult to say. In the next instant, they clashed with blinding speed, stunning the entire arena.

At that moment, Ye Fan gathered his Pure Yang Divine Power, augmenting it with a trace of Divine Dragon Essence Blood, and struck out with the Pure Yang Divine Fist. The Little God Monarch, in turn, activated the Nine Dragon Emperor Technique.

Dragon Emperor Power fiercely clashed with the Pure Yang Dragon Fist. It was a battle of nine dragons against one.

Could that be... could that actually be the Nine Dragon Emperor Technique!

Everyone was shocked. The Little God Monarch’s growth had been no fluke. The Nine Dragon Emperor Technique was a unique cultivation technique created for him through the combined efforts of the God Monarch Palace’s Elders. Because he was destined to possess the bearing of an Emperor, the Nine Dragon Emperor Technique was created. Bolstered by his unique aura, the technique grew ever more powerful.

Simultaneously, the Little God Monarch’s aura became terrifyingly strong. This was the Nine Dragon Emperor Technique, after all! Combined with his own realm, his strength now approached the Divine General Peak. He had only broken through to the thirty-second minor realm, yet the power he now displayed was close to the combat strength of the forty-ninth minor realm. Such monstrous combat power, such an immense leap in strength—perhaps only the Little God Monarch could achieve such a feat in this world.

It startled everyone. At this rate, with the strength of a Divine General Peak, the Little God Monarch might even be able to slay a Main God! If no one could halt his advance, he would surely gather myriad fortunes unto himself. Both now and in the future, he was destined to be a being who could shake the nine heavens and ten lands. Perhaps not even the Divine Domain could contain him. This place was merely a stepping stone for his ascent.

And just then, another tremendous Golden Dragon roared—it was Ye Fan’s. The crowd was shocked yet again. The aura emitted by this Golden Dragon was in no way weak, and both cultivators shared a common trait: Ye Fan’s dragon was also a Golden Dragon. This Golden Dragon was enveloped in golden light, yet its aura was nearly on par with the Little God Monarch’s aura of imperial supremacy.

Everyone gasped. It seemed no era was without its geniuses. Right now, both the Little God Monarch and Ye Fan had risen to prominence. They were the most dazzling talents of their age.

At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Ye Fan any longer. If he was not a genius, how could he have suppressed the Little God Monarch in the Sword Dao? The very fact that he could fight the Little God Monarch to this point was proof of his extraordinary talent. What shocked them even more was that Ye Fan lacked the aura of the Divine Race.

Could it be that he is not from the Righteous Divine Lineage?

In their eyes, Ye Fan was definitely not a genius from the Righteous Divine Lineage. Even with all their might, the Main Gods of the Righteous Gods could not have cultivated a genius comparable to one from the God Monarch Palace. If he wasn’t from the Righteous Divine Lineage, then who was he? Could he be a genius from among the ancient sages of the Demon Clan?

That wasn’t the most frightening part. What truly terrified them was that Ye Fan was a whole major realm behind the Little God Monarch. Although he was only a Martial Artist at the Nirvana 29th Level, his combat power was in no way inferior to the Little God Monarch’s.

This was a battle between two True Dragons, a mirror of the contention between the Little God Monarch and Ye Fan. Who was the real True Dragon? At that moment, the two True Dragons roared and collided, as if each had met the greatest foe of its life.

ROAR!

The two massive beasts met, neither gaining an advantage. Ye Fan and the Little God Monarch each spurred their own True Dragon, attempting to crush the other. But this was a battle between equals; destroying the other’s True Dragon seemed impossible. This was a struggle over their fundamental source.

Finally, after a standoff that lasted for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, Ye Fan showed signs of weakness. An internal turmoil surged through him, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The Little God Monarch, however, still appeared vibrant and spirited.