551: Chapter 189_6 551: Chapter 189_6 Wu Jianzi, at the mont the referee’s words had fallen, his entire montum suddenly changed.
The next mont, atop the arena, a resounding clang echoed.
He had drawn his sword!
As the sharp sword left its sheath, it seed he was no longer human— not just fused with the sword, but as if he had entirely vanished.
Where he stood, only the sword seed to remain.
A thrust pierced through, not so much his own action, but the sword itself seeming to fly forth, carrying him along.
In his eyes, his own existence appeared optional, rely a tool for the sword in his hands.
And that sword was incredibly fast!
With one thrust, the air around split in two, as if dividing heaven and earth!
Clearly, it was just a streak of sword light, a single blade without the ghostly projections of a thousand swords—yet at that mont, those watching felt as though the arena held nothing else but that one sword, nothing else at all!
The next mont, it seed truly nothing else was left atop the arena.
In front of Wu Xiang, a great mountain was pierced by a single thrust, instantly crumbling—above it, waterfalls, rivers, boulders, volcanoes, weapons…
All were utterly destroyed in an instant.
Wu Xiang had just released his divine skills, just begun to wield his divine weapon, when the sword’s presence engulfed him.
He had never felt such sharpness before.
The thrust didn’t have alarming might, boundless strength, nor innurable variations—it simply gave him a feeling of extre sharpness, sharp enough that he believed no person, no treasure in this world, could withstand it.
A sense that everything under heaven would be pierced by this single stroke.
The next mont, the huge copper mirror in his hands split in two.
Then his body was impaled by the sword.
Just one stroke, yet in that instant, he felt as though he had been struck by countless swords, struck not from outside, but from within.
Countless currents of sword qi, like endless seas, surged into his body, wreaking havoc!
Inside him, every bone, every sinew, every organ, seed to have been perforated by that sharp sword.
Only when agonizing pain struck, did he catch sight of Wu Jianzi’s figure—just a glimpse, for in the next mont, Wu Jianzi had sheathed his sword, while his body fell straight down.
Gazing lifelessly at the scorching sun above.
He knew he would lose, facing a Ten Different Phenona of Golden Elixir Great Perfection while only lacking one Phenona Golden Core.
But that one core’s difference was imnse perfection!
Yet, he hadn’t imagined defeat would co so swiftly.
Wu Jianzi had previously warned him to be defensive—he knew Wu Jianzi had even held back.
Judging by Wu Jianzi’s speed in drawing his sword, Wu Xiang’s divine skills had not been fully executed, and he hadn’t even presented his divine weapon when Wu Jianzi drew his blade.
Wu Jianzi had waited for him to be fully on guard before striking, yet still he suffered severe injury.
Just now, when Wu Jianzi’s sword entered his body, he even tasted death.
If Wu Jianzi had sheathed his sword a bit slower, allowing more sword qi to flood in, if that strike had not hit his right chest but pierced his neck, he would likely be dead.
Even now, his injuries were such that without a hundred days or so, he wouldn’t recover.
Wu Jianzi sheathed his sword and stepped back, looking down at the fallen Wu Xiang with a trace of surprise—Wu Xiang’s strength was much weaker than he had expected.
Below the arena.
The referee, seeing Wu Xiang on the ground, imdiately shouted loudly: “Victor of Arena A, Sword Sect, Wu Jianzi!”
As the words fell, disciples from the Sword Sect started shouting joyfully.
They knew Wu Jianzi had acknowledged Peak Master Cao from the Hundred Peaks Sect as his Pathfinder, but that did not dampen their cheer to see Wu Jianzi win.
In this Immortal Martial Gathering, besides disciples from the ten major Immortal Sects defeating each other or those from the Scholar Dao Sect, disciples from other sects cried out in triumph after beating one from the major sects.
After all, they had won against the ten great Immortal Sects!
From the direction of the Hundred Peaks Sect, Cao Zhen, seeing Wu Xiang on the ground, flicked his finger, shooting a Tianyuan Yiqi Pill to Lv Chaoqiong, “Give it to him.”
He knew for this Immortal Martial Gathering, the Sect Leader of Hundred Peaks would surely prepare healing pills, and as a disciple of Five Elents Peak, the Peak Master would have prepared healing dicine for Wu Xiang as well.
But how could those compare to his pills?
With Wu Xiang’s injuries, even with those pills, it would take a month or two to recover.
The Immortal Martial Gathering was already down to the top 32, and it wouldn’t be long before it ended—by then, were they to let Wu Xiang return to the Hundred Peaks Sect gravely injured?
Lv Chaoqiong took the pill, not bothering with pleasantries with Cao Zhen, flying straight to the arena—she didn’t even check what pill it was and just stuffed it into Wu Xiang’s mouth.
She knew Peak Master Cao was a person of great character and vision.
The pill was for the betternt of the Hundred Peaks Sect and would certainly not harm Wu Xiang.
She truly felt fortunate to have such a great power reincarnated within their sect, who truly viewed the Hundred Peaks Sect as his foundation!
Another great reincarnate, Star Lord Hao Yue of Thousand Caves Door, did little for his sect.
It seed to be just a temporary stop for him.
Whereas Peak Master Cao had always been aiding the Hundred Peaks Sect, from the World Debate to now, the Immortal Martial Gathering, everything he had given.
But the Hundred Peaks Sect had done little for Peak Master Cao.
It was ti for the Hundred Peaks Sect to do sothing for Peak Master Cao—even if they couldn’t offer much, they could do sothing for Peak Master Cao’s disciples!
The first thing she would do upon returning, she decided, was to seek out her senior brother, the Peak Master of Five Elents Peak.
After tossing the pill to Lv Chaoqiong, Cao Zhen’s gaze returned to another arena.
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