Zander, entering the state of serenity at this mont, was ready to unleash his ultimate move. He decided to use Infinite Slash, as this was the perfect opportunity for him. A few monts ago, when he was under the effect of the dragon's intimidation, he tried to suppress it using his own will.
The mont he felt fear, he recalled the past he never wanted to return to. He would not be scared anymore like before. He refused to be a coward. He had to defeat the fear within his heart! He had to move forward firmly, destroying any obstacle and showing others that he had already left his past behind.
The beast inside Kang Yongjin was nothing compared to the eye in the sky that once brought terror to the entire continent. If he could fight the weaker version of it inside his illusion, then he could fight the beast inside of Kang Yongjin!
His sword will, growing firr and stronger, caused every sword in the stadium to react. All of them floated and pointed their tips towards him. It was as if the swords gave their respect to a sword will worthy of receiving honor.
He channeled most of his energy and comprehension into this single sword strike. Since yesterday, he had already perfected the Infinite Slash inside of his mind, making it far stronger than before. However, at this mont, he tried to push it even further, determined to make his Infinite Slash stronger, even if it ant he might suffer so setback.
The mont Kang Yongjin unleashed his fist technique, a massive spatial wave shot toward Zander. The space bent along the line of the punch and continued to move at incredible speed. If this technique had been unleashed by Sect Master Kang, it would have collapsed the entire space in front of him and even created a spatial storm.
However, for Kang Yongjin, this power was more than enough to defeat his opponent. The punch, containing the strength of a high marquess stage cultivator's attack, would surely bring him the winner's title.
The spectators were shocked by the strength of the punch, which was an entire realm higher than Kang Yongjin's own cultivation! This technique was truly too powerful. It could have already killed soone of the sa realm a thousand tis over!
The spectators grew tense as they saw the punch technique keep moving closer to Mister Z. If he were hit by the punch, he will truly die!
Orlav was already on edge, ready to stop the punch technique, doing so would an Zander's elimination. From the situation unfolding in front of him, it looked as though the winner had already been decided.
However, before he could move to intervene, he saw Zander finally act. Zander shifted his stance as if preparing to unleash a sword strike. The mont Orlav saw that posture, he sensed a trendous hidden strength contained within the sword strike Zander was about to unleash. His eyes widened in shock.
As Zander slowly moved his sword, Orlav could not help but rember soone else who had once displayed that very posture. The spectators from the Barisan Continent, as well as outsiders who had co during the ti when Tarius tried to descend, also recalled the sa thing. It was as if they were watching that great person unleash the sa sword technique once more.
Zander's movent and posture reminded them of their emperor—Aldrian the Great.
"Is it the sa technique as His Majesty used at that ti?" one of the spectators asked in astonishnt.
"No, I think it's vastly different. The movents are quite the sa, but the sword will itself is already different from His Majesty's," another answered as they discussed Zander's technique.
How could they not know the sword strike that destroyed the God of the Devils? That was the most powerful sword strike anyone had ever witnessed, and Aldrian the Great's movent remained vividly rembered by many.
Zander, who now displayed the sa movent, shocked them and sent chills down their spines. Could this man also use that technique? Could he reveal the power of that sword strike? If that was the case, then perhaps they had to stop this battle imdiately! That kind of technique would obliterate everything in its path!
Zander's movent was slow at first, but the mont the slash was about to be unleashed, his speed suddenly surged. He gritted his teeth as he felt the burden of releasing the modified version of Infinite Slash.
His broken left hand throbbed with pain, and the ridians across his arm felt as if they were about to burst. Yet, he continued to unleash the technique.
Infinite Slash!
The mont he completed the slash, a massive surge of slash energy burst forth from his sword and flew directly toward the incoming punch technique. Strong winds howled in its wake, and the very space bent, seeming almost on the verge of shattering to reveal the void behind it.
The spectators, seeing Zander finally unleash his technique, were utterly shocked. The strike possessed the strength of a peak marquess stage attack! It was stronger by more than an entire realm compared to his base cultivation at the high earl stage!
Orlav was also stunned and imdiately strengthened the barrier around the arena as a preemptive asure in case this slash could destroy it. Though it might have sounded exaggerated since Aldrian the Great himself had helped construct the barrier formation, he could not dismiss his unease. That kind of worry lingered in everyone who had once witnessed Aldrian the Great's technique.
Even though the strength of this slash was far weaker than what Aldrian the Great had unleashed back then, no one dared to underestimate it. The mory of that sword strike's overwhelming effect was etched so deeply into their minds that even if soone only copied the movent, they would still regard it with the utmost seriousness.
Zander's Infinite Slash instantly tore through the air of the arena, and before long, it collided with Kang Yongjin's fist technique. And the result?
Crash! Trang!
The two techniques, powerful enough to affect space itself, collided with a deafening crash. At the point of impact, a small rift tore open in the fabric of space as their clash briefly released power equal to the middle duke stage!
Strong winds blasted outward, and the ground at the collision point was destroyed, leaving behind a massive crater nearly a kiloter in diater. Yet the clash between the two techniques held on for a brief mont. Kang Yongjin's fist technique, which at first managed to block the slash energy for a split mont, finally shattered.
The slash energy did not lose its montum. With incredible speed, it continued forward, tearing through the air as it raced toward Kang Yongjin.
At this mont, Kang Yongjin was truly helpless. Having drained nearly all of his energy, he could do nothing but watch the incoming attack. In his eyes was the reflection of the approaching slash energy—the sa slash that had effortlessly destroyed his Breaking Void.
Pain coursed through his body, and exhaustion weighed him down like chains. He wanted nothing more than to sleep. He wanted to move, to dodge this fatal strike, but his body refused to obey.
'Ah, I failed,' he thought. The sword slash was almost upon him, and he believed he was done for, but suddenly—
Crash!
The slash energy was struck from the side by another attack using wind laws. The slash energy was instantly destroyed, and the point of impact created a shockwave strong enough to throw Kang Yongjin backward. His body rolled several tis before finally stopping with his back against the floor.
Even now, he could do nothing but lie there. His breathing was uneven, sweat stread down his body, and wounds had appeared across his torso from the impact of the clash just monts ago.
Orlav had decided to intervene. The sword slash still carried dangerous montum, and with Kang Yongjin unable to move due to the toll of his technique, if that attack had struck his body, Orlav had no doubt the Black Dragon Pavilion would have lost this prodigy.
He sighed at the unexpected turn of events and then turned his gaze toward Zander. At this mont, Zander was still standing, though it was clear he was forcing himself to remain upright. He looked as if he could collapse at any mont. His breathing was unsteady, as if he were starved of oxygen, and his entire body was drenched in sweat. His robe was torn in several places, and lastly the mask…
It slowly loosened from his face, and finally—
Thud!
The mask dropped, revealing Zander's true face. The spectators, still watching the aftermath of the clash in astonishnt, finally saw the man behind the mask. However, most of them did not recognize him, except for a few who had once co from the Heavenly Path Academy.
"Hey, isn't that Zander?"
"Zander who?"
"The one rumored to be His Majesty's disciple."
"What? That's him?"
"Yes, that's him! That's Zander!"
"I was in the sa class as him in the past. There's no way I could forget his face."
Conversations like this quickly spread among those who knew Zander from the Heavenly Path Academy. The revelation passed through the stadium like wildfire, and soon the people began to realize—everything that had happened finally made sense.
His talent and potential were sothing not everyone could possess, and with the strength he displayed, there was no one more worthy to guide him than Aldrian the Great himself. It was no wonder he used the sword strike once displayed by Aldrian the Great—surely His Majesty had taught him!
Too bad for them, they did not know that the technique was only inspired by Aldrian's strike. No one had ever taught Zander.
The stadium was in an uproar, but Zander ignored them all. With what little energy he had left, he raised his right hand, still gripping his sword, into the air. His arm trembled as though he were forcing himself to keep it aloft.
Orlav, seeing this, could not help but sigh and smile. Then he turned his gaze to the spectators.
"The match is over! With one participant incapacitated, the winner and champion of the Earl Stage is Mister Z!" Orlav announced.
"UWOOO!"
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