The disciple from Beichen Ittoryu nad Teng Ye snorted coldly, his figure shifted, and all his True Qi burst forth, converging on his katana, making the blade gleam brilliantly as a terrible sword intent spread out.
Swish!
Teng Ye moved, and with his katana, he slashed at Feng Dao, sending a fierce blade light sweeping across.
"What nonsense swordsmanship, today I will let you witness the power of Huaxia’s swordsmanship!"
Disdainfully snorting, Feng Dao shifted, neither dodging nor evading, and charged straight ahead, swinging his Heavy Blade fiercely.
Boom!
Another booming sound erupted as Feng Dao’s blade broke the opponent’s blade light and slashed towards him; their Heavy Blades and katana collided, unleashing intense energy fluctuations.
Teng Ye only felt a tremor in his hands, followed by a tide-like imnse strength sweeping toward him, under which he couldn’t help but retreat.
Bang!
Feng Dao leaped forward violently, sweeping out his legs, and sent Teng Ye flying, who heavily fell to the ground.
"Good!"
Seeing this scene, the surrounding crowd cheered excitedly.
"Teng Ye, get up, defeat him!"
The group of Beichen Ittoryu disciples, upon seeing this, started shouting.
At that mont, Teng Ye got up from the ground, his expression sowhat grim, as he glared dead at Feng Dao.
"Beichen One-Slash!"
Teng Ye bellowed, holding his katana with both hands, his aura surged, and a fearso presence converged on his katana, emanating an aura of solemn killing intent.
He stepped forward, slashing at Feng Dao with a vibrant and sharp blade light that burst forth, stretching dozens of ters long, causing those around him to stare in amazent, as if watching a fantasy blockbuster, completely stunned.
"Break!"
Facing this terrifying strike, Feng Dao didn’t use any special attack technique, but rely surged his aura and charged forward, swinging his Heavy Blade fiercely.
Instantly, the brilliant blade light was shattered by Feng Dao’s Heavy Blade, which carried all of Feng Dao’s strength as it thundered towards Teng Ye.
Bang!
Crack!
Splurt!
The Heavy Blade and Teng Ye’s katana collided, unleashing a dull force, and then the katana shattered explosively, the blade fiercely cleaving into him.
Teng Ye, as if struck by a high-speed car, flew through the air, spitting out blood before he crashed down below the stage, where two disciples of the Beichen Ittoryu hurriedly caught him.
Splurge!
Teng Ye spat out another mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion deathly pale, a deep slash about ten centiters long visible on his chest, bone-deep, nearly fatal.
"I’ll spare your life today. Killing you islanders would rely taint this Mystical Iron Heavy Blade in my hands! As for your so-called Beichen Ittoryu, I see it as nothing but trash!"
Feng Dao slowly caressed his Heavy Blade, giving Teng Ye a cold look, and scornfully cursed.
Hearing Feng Dao’s words, the crowd around the square shouted excitedly, but the group of Beichen Ittoryu disciples looked extrely troubled, their eyes flashing with anger, ready to rush forward and fight a fierce battle with Feng Dao.
"Hechuan, you go, don’t disgrace Beichen Ittoryu!"
Bei Chenfeng, looking indifferent, spoke to a young man in his early twenties aside, dressed in a white robe, holding a katana, his expression cold and eyes shimring with a cold gleam.
"Yes, Young Master!"
The young man nodded, slowly walked out, and stepped onto the stage, his gaze fixed on Feng Dao.
"You just insulted the Beichen Ittoryu, and now you will kneel and apologize!"
The young man’s gaze fixed on Feng Dao as he said coldly.
"Apologize? No one but my master can make , Feng Dao, apologize, and certainly not you bunch from the Island Country!"
Feng Dao answered with icy contempt, a sneer flashing in his eyes.
"Then I’ll fight until you kneel and apologize!"
The young man shouted coldly, a terrifying aura erupting from him, surging like a tidal wave, resembling a raging sea overwhelming Feng Dao, as if to completely obliterate him.
Saint Realm, Seventh Level!
Feeling the opponent’s aura, Feng Dao’s eyes narrowed; he hadn’t expected his opponent to be of the seventh level of the Saint Realm.
"This is dangerous now!"
The samurai below couldn’t help but comnt, a look of pity flashing across his face.
"The Beichen Ittoryu has indeed cultivated many a skilled fighter, each more formidable than the last, darn it!"
War God cursed resentfully.
"Such strength and talent are rare in the secular world, but among those major forces of the Hidden Sect, it is nothing special. They can easily bring forth individuals of this caliber."
"It’s just that they don’t feel much responsibility or belonging towards this country, and they won’t step forward to fight for this so-called national glory and honor unless it brings them great benefits."
War God spoke with a hint of lant.
Ye Luo just watched quietly without saying a word.
"Even if it is the seventh level of the Saint Realm, so what!"
"I, Feng Dao, fear neither heaven nor earth and dread no warriors. I am Feng Dao, and I must be frenzied!"
Feng Dao declared with overwhelming fierceness, utterly unfazed by the strong aura of his opponent, a terrifying battle will boiling within him as his eyes sparked with madness.
The Heavy Blade in his hand emitted a resounding clang, engrossing him in a frenzied state as his aura climbed, matching the Saint Realm seventh level intensity of his opponent.
Boom!
Their auras clashed in midair, causing the air to burst, and then both lunged at each other.
Whoosh!
Teng Ye unsheathed his katana, sending a brilliant slash towards Feng Dao, who raised his Heavy Blade and struck down fiercely.
Clang!!!
A piercing clang resounded, causing ear-piercing pain. The collision of their weapons sparked intensely, with fearso energy erupting everywhere.
This strike left neither side yielding, and they ended in a deadlock.
Bang bang bang!
Boom boom boom!
Clang clang clang!
Montarily, amidst the arena, the two interweaved, their katana and Heavy Blade constantly clashing, emitting terrifying sounds.
Bursts of energy shot in all directions; amidst the platform, with blades flashing, they launched into the most direct attack.
With every attack, Feng Dao was pushed back repeatedly, at a disadvantage, yet he was like a true mad devil, his eyes filled with madness and devoid of any fear, continuously swinging his Heavy Blade to attack his opponent.
This battle was incredibly intense, captivating everyone as if they were watching an epic martial arts drama.
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