The Elental Power abruptly contracted as if space itself were collapsing. Ning Zhiquan shot Wang ng a grave look, secretly alard. ’If I had blindly taken that last sword strike, I would have suffered a major loss.’
But now...
KILL!
Ning Zhiquan’s anger flared; he was done playing around. Light radiated from his Sacrificial Sword as his imnse Elental Power magnified the blade several tis over, and he chopped down at Wang ng.
BOOM...
Having just used his Five Elents Sword, Wang ng could only defend. He was sent flying back more than a hundred feet by the blow, and before he could even regain his footing, Ning Zhiquan’s next attack arrived.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
If the defensive Skill Technique had no weaknesses, then he would just use brute force to shatter it.
Ning Zhiquan’s Sacrificial Sword technique was all wide, sweeping motions, pressing forward with every step and giving Wang ng no opening to counterattack.
The disciples of Dao Guang Hall watched, their blood boiling, and cheered loudly. They shook their fists toward the Thunderlight Hall’s side in a show of dominance.
BOOM...
Another heavy sword strike made Wang ng’s hand tremble. Ning Zhiquan lashed out with a kick, and a wave of Sword Qi followed, slicing across Wang ng’s chest.
SHING...
Wang ng’s body crashed heavily to the ground, which was now covered in blood. Ning Zhiquan pointed his sword at the floor, the corner of his mouth curling into a victor’s smile.
But the smile didn’t last long, as Wang ng imdiately climbed back to his feet. A gash ran diagonally from his chest down to his ribs, looking as if the Sword Qi had flayed the flesh open.
Wang ng just wiped at the wound. ’That sword strike was just a hair’s breadth away from killing .’
A light began to glow in Wang ng’s eyes. He licked his lips and, with a vicious flick of his Broken Heaven Edge, roared, "Kill!"
BOOM...
Five Elents Sword—Five Elents Deficiency!
A smile played on Ning Zhiquan’s lips. This ti, he did not evade with his Sacrificial Sword.
THWUMP...
A slight tremor...
’It didn’t work???’
"A truly excellent Sword Technique, but unfortunately for you, you’ve used it too many tis!"
That last strike was a complete feint; the Elental Power Ning Zhiquan displayed was fake. The Five Elents Deficiency technique’s backlash was stronger the more powerful the opponent’s attack, but... the Sacrificial Sword was already chopping down on his head. Wang ng only had ti to turn sideways. SHING...
Another wound appeared on his chest, forming a massive X-shaped gash.
Ning Zhiquan kicked him square in the chest. THUD...
Wang ng was blasted backward, but he stubbornly remained on his feet.
"Too light! Too light! It’s too light!" Wang ng hamred his chest with his left fist, seemingly driven into a frenzy.
The disciples from Thunderlight Hall watched in stunned, sorrowful silence. ’Ning Zhiquan is too strong,’ they thought. ’The Twenty-Ninth Layer... how the hell is he supposed to fight that?’
Yang Ying’s face was pale with anxiety. ’He shouldn’t keep going on like this. If he persists, soone’s really going to die.’
"Junior Sister Hu, you have to stop him!"
Yang Ying said anxiously. At a ti like this, Hu Jing, as the senior sister of Thunderlight Hall, had the authority to concede the match. ’Sothing’s wrong with Wang ng’s condition!’
Hu Jing was probably even more anxious than Yang Ying, but she bit her lip hard and said, "This is Wang ng’s battle. I can’t do sothing he’ll regret for the rest of his life."
Hu Jing understood Wang ng better than Yang Ying did. She knew he would never, ever bow his head and admit defeat. He had been like that in the mortal world, and he was the sa here in the Holy Hall.
Zhang Xiaojiang clenched his chubby fists. "Nobody interfere! You guys don’t understand Brother ng at all. This right now is his optimal combat state!"
He said as much, but Zhang Xiaojiang was worried too. This wasn’t the mortal world, after all, let alone so street brawl.
Wang ng charged forward, only to be quickly beaten back by Ning Zhiquan again. Ning Zhiquan was starting to get impatient; if this dragged on, he might actually deliver a killing blow.
BOOM...
Wang ng was sent flying once more, his body a bloody, mangled ss. It was rare for a Holy Hall battle to beco this grueso.
The entire arena fell silent... and once again, Wang ng stood up. ’Surrender?’
’If you admit defeat once, you’ll spend the rest of your life admitting defeat.’
’Better to die on your feet than live on your knees.’
A layer of golden light appeared on Broken Heaven Edge. He raised it high. "KILL!"
BOOM...
Broken Heaven Edge t the Sacrificial Sword. Ning Zhiquan snorted coldly. "You’re courting death!"
BOOM...
Ning Zhiquan was blasted back two steps, but this ti, Wang ng surprisingly didn’t retreat at all.
Five Elents Sword Skill’s tal of the Five Elents—Creation from Nothingness.
Broken Heaven Edge pulsed with intense offensive power—the tal of the Five Elents, the most violent of the Five Elents.
KILL!
BOOM... BOOM... BOOM...
Three consecutive strikes sent Ning Zhiquan flying. The third blow shattered his defense and landed on his left ribs.
Facing the charging Wang ng, Ning Zhiquan let out a thunderous roar and activated his Sacrificial Sword!
Unity of Man and Sword! BOOM...
With every collision, ripples of Elental Power spread in all directions. Both fighters were thrown back, only to clash again in the next instant, faster and more ferocious each ti, until a fierce vortex of Elental Power ford on the Dueling Platform.
For a situation like this to occur during a tournant between disciples was indescribable, simply unimaginable.
All eyes were fixed on the waves of Elental Power on the Dueling Platform, where they could only make out two blurry figures and hear their explosive roars.
KILL!
KILL!
Wang ng would not give up; he didn’t even know the aning of the word. After enduring countless hardships to reach the Holy Hall, after surviving a great calamity, he sure as hell wasn’t going to change who he was now!
Ning Zhiquan’s Sacrificial Sword was just as ferocious. He had dominated the Jiufen Hall for years; there was no way he would be the one to fall!
THWUM... THWUM... THWUM...
BOOM...
Two figures ca tumbling out of the blast wave, staggering as they landed. Ning Zhiquan had long since lost his composed deanor and was now covered in wounds. But *this* was the true Ning Zhiquan, the wielder of the Sacrificial Sword from all those years ago.
The Sacrificial Sword: a battle to the death.
A smile touched Wang ng’s lips. ’This is so damn satisfying.’ He was even starting to like this Ning Zhiquan guy.
It had been a long ti since Ning Zhiquan had had such a gratifying fight. In all these years, Wang ng was the first to give him one.
At almost the sa instant, both threw their heads back and laughed. "Kill!"
They smashed into each other again. Only one of them would be left standing!
Either Ning Zhiquan would reign supre over the Holy Hall.
Or Wang ng would burst onto the scene and create an immortal legend.
The six Ancestral Masters nodded continuously. Wang ng’s almost unreasonable dominance and Ning Zhiquan’s well-rounded skills made them both worthy of becoming future pillars of the Holy Hall.
The Holy Hall needed Ning Zhiquan’s brand of steady power, but it needed Wang ng’s arrogant, untad drive even more. The Holy Hall needed passion.
KILL!
KILL!
The disciples cheered, no longer knowing who they were cheering for. They were simply cheering for the battle itself, for the two n on the stage.
Regardless of who won or lost, a legend would be forged today. This was their first battle, but it definitely wouldn’t be their last.
Zhou Luodan glanced at Wu Fatian and Thunderbolt, who were cheering loudly with no regard for their image. She suddenly realized, ’Weren’t we just like Wang ng and Ning Zhiquan back in the day?’
BOOM...
Ning Zhiquan was sent flying, his face pale, while Wang ng staggered backward. Ning Zhiquan wasn’t a god; he had finally been hit by one of Wang ng’s Five Elents Deficiency attacks.
The combination of Five Elents Deficiency and Creation from Nothingness was simply the most lethal of Sword Techniques.
One was the epito of yielding, the other the epito of force. Even in its embryonic form, it left Ning Zhiquan at a complete loss.
Most critically, Wang ng’s ability to adapt to sword techniques was terrifying. A move that injured him once would rarely work a second ti. In contrast, one careless slip against his bizarre Sword Techniques could lead to a major loss, and even if you knew what was coming, there was simply no ti to react and change course.
Against Creation from Nothingness, one had to attack with full force. Against Five Elents Deficiency, one had to retract their Elental Power. But if you made the wrong call, there was no ti to change your move.
Ning Zhiquan forced his Elental Power to surge, suppressing the blood that had risen to his throat, and executed his Aerial Skill.
Wang ng wasn’t in much better shape. Ning Zhiquan’s advantage in Elental Power was imnse; Wang ng was fighting on pure willpower.
It all ca down to a razor’s edge—whoever couldn’t hold on, whoever gave up first, would lose.
"Brother Li, that boy Zhiyuan is about to use the Sacrificial Sword. Shouldn’t we stop him?"
Zhou Luodan said, looking at Ning Zhiquan in the air.
Li Xiuwen shook his head. "A sharp sword is forged through tempering. I haven’t seen a tournant like this in many years; it makes feel young again. Let them decide the outco for themselves."
Floating in mid-air, Ning Zhiquan looked down at Wang ng. "In all these years, you are the first opponent worthy of receiving a blow from my Sacrificial Sword!"
The na "Sacrificial Sword" didn’t co from the rumored Sacrificial Battle, but because there was an actual Sword Technique called the Sacrificial Sword!
Wang ng stood proudly, looking up at Ning Zhiquan in the sky. At so point, he had shifted his Broken Heaven Edge into a reverse grip.
Sword Formulas drifted through the air as a brilliant light erupted from Ning Zhiquan’s body. The Sacrificial Sword, as its na implied, involved sacrificing one’s own body and consuming one’s potential. In his current state, Ning Zhiquan could only use it once a month and required a long recovery period, so he was reluctant to use it.
But today, he was going to use it.
"Sacrifice the body to feed the sword... Sword! Decides! Heaven! And! Earth!"
In the sky, Ning Zhiquan transford into a radiant teor, plumting toward Wang ng.
The violent wave of Elental Qi sent the surrounding disciples flying.
Wang ng flashed his signature, predatory grin, and Broken Heaven Edge transford into a streak of light.
In his fragnted mories, there was a vision of unparalleled dominance: One Sword Cuts the Edge of Heaven and Earth!
KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE...
As if the heavens were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart, the Dueling Platform exploded, sending stone fragnts flying everywhere. Amidst the boundless light, the disciples saw only a sudden, blinding flash.
After a long mont, everyone’s vision returned, and they stared, dumbfounded, at the scene before them.
The Dueling Platform was gone. Even the area around the Dao Guang Hall was in ruins.
Amidst the ruins stood two people: one with a broken blade, and one with the Sacrificial Sword.
Who? Who could it be?
Ning Zhiquan stared at the Sacrificial Sword in his hand, his gaze filled with rippling emotion. "What is that move called?"
He was as calm as if he were speaking to an old friend.
Wang ng gazed at the sky, as if he could see through its vast expanse to the ethereal Grand Thousand World beyond.
"Broken Heaven Edge."
"A good man, and an even better sword. One Sword Cuts the Edge of Heaven and Earth."
CRACK...
A crack appeared on the blade of the Sacrificial Sword, and in an instant, it shattered into fragnts. In that sa mont, it felt as though the hearts of the Dao Guang Hall disciples shattered right along with it.
It was still that sa abandoned, broken blade from the corner, only now it had a na everyone knew—Broken Heaven Edge.
Zhang Xiaopang hugged Zhou Qian tightly. "Little Zhou, did Brother ng win? Fuck, did he win?!"
Zhang Xiaopang’s eyes were squeezed shut, and he refused to open them no matter what.
Zhou Qian was nearly being squeezed to death, but he didn’t seem to notice. "I think... he won."
"Damn it, what do you an, ’I think’?!" Zhang Xiaopang couldn’t take it anymore, but as he opened his eyes, he saw that everyone around him was staring ahead as if they had lost their souls.
THUMP...
Ning Zhiquan’s body swayed once, then collapsed with a crash.
In that instant, it wasn’t just his body that fell, but decades of glory for the Dao Guang Hall.
Wang ng felt as if his body was no longer under his control. That final exchange had been evenly matched; it was just that he had been in this kind of half-dead state from fighting soone to the bitter end more than once.
That, he supposed, also counted as a kind of experience.
He had arrived at the Holy Hall as if in a dream, and now, he had won. At this mont, he was struck by an intense longing for his parents. He wanted to go ho.
ROOOOAAAARRRR!
Wang ng raised Broken Heaven Edge to the sky and let out a long roar. Instantly, the crowd in the Dao Guang Hall erupted, going absolutely wild.
A legend was born. Wang ng of Thunderlight Hall, with an eight-match winning streak, had achieved a miracle unheard of since the founding of the Holy Hall!
Zhang Xiaojiang and the others rushed forward wildly. Thunderlight Hall, Hundred Herbs Hall, Beast Hall, Fire Cloud Hall, Flying Phoenix Hall... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to co to Qidian and vote with recomndation tickets and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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