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Chapter Two Hundred: The Final Victor
Slaughtering Seven Styles is a part of the Ancient Blade Technique, its power far surpassing that of ordinary Martial Arts Techniques. As Sun Zhe swung his Long Sword forward, a black curtain of blades immediately swept towards Tulin.
This slaughtering technique had already been used for the third time, completely different from the previous two. The raging energy that Sun Zhe could now restrain to a large extent transformed the originally enveloping black mist into a long band resembling a river, carrying countless imposing and sharp Sword Qi to form a pitch-black curtain of blades. With one slash, the curtain cut downwards, shattering even the solid space.
Meanwhile, Tulin also unleashed his ultimate move. As he thrust the spear in his right hand forward, a gigantic spear several dozen feet long immediately materialized in the Void. The spear was entirely black, exuding an extremely dense aura of destruction, with swirling violent energy surrounding it, charging towards Sun Zhe as if to annihilate everything.
A slaughtering Long Sword and a world-destroying giant spear collided in the Void, unleashing waves of destructive energy that swept outward. The arena where Sun Zhe and Tulin fought collapsed with a thunderous roar, and even the surrounding Arena’s Defensive Light Shield shattered. The spectators of the Competition instinctively retreated away from the chaos.
“Quick, block this energy backlash!”
An elder from the Thunder Temple on the arena suddenly changed his expression and shouted loudly. Immediately, several Black Figures appeared around the square, flying up into half of the Void. Judging by their imposing presence, they were all powerful Thunder Lords. It took several of them working together to barely contain the violent energy aftermath.
However, they only managed to stop the residual energy; the center remained shrouded in this terrifying power. Countless frightening spear lights and Sword Qi surged wildly, causing even the Black Crystal Stone constructed arena to collapse. Numerous terrifying energy whirlwinds swirled in the sky, their astonishing aura shocking everyone present.
“What… what kind of Divine Ability is this…” The people on the surrounding Observation Platform widened their eyes in disbelief, murmuring to themselves.
“These two… are quite impressive…” Many high-ranking members of various Sect could not suppress their astonishment and slowly spoke up.
“I knew I wasn’t mistaken!” On the Central Viewing Platform, Yan Ruoyun couldn’t help but reveal a hint of smugness, her lips curling into an enigmatic smile. Beside her, Tang Yuexi also showed a glimmer of excitement in her enchanting eyes.
“Ah, it’s a pity we can’t face them in this last round of the Competition…”
Standing beside the square with his arms casually crossed over his chest, Xi Men Zhuo spoke lightly, though his eyes sparkled with shocking battle intent.
“Heh heh, this is just a Competition, merely eliminating some unqualified individuals. The real slaughter lies ahead; you’ll have plenty of opportunities then. At that time, I fear you might not be able to handle it.” A calm voice sounded behind him; it was none other than Zheng Bin, who had appeared without him noticing. For them, winning this round of the Competition was not particularly difficult.
“That’s true; that’s where the real battlefield is!” Seemingly recalling something, a light flickered in Xi Men Zhuo’s eyes as excitement flashed across his black pupils.
After a while, the smoke gradually dissipated, and the violent energy returned to the ground. The figures of Sun Zhe and Tulin reappeared amidst the ruins.
Sun Zhe was in tatters, the illusory armor he had conjured was long gone, and even the soul of the Nine Abyss Blood Tiger that had possessed him had returned to his arm. He bore several ghastly wounds on his body, with crimson blood flowing continuously. His face had turned pale as snow, and he could barely stand upright, relying on the North Star Blade in his hand for support, yet he still swayed unsteadily.
Tulin was not in much better shape; a long gash marred his chest, and his clothing was shredded to pieces, revealing a close-fitting golden inner armor beneath. Had it not been for this inner armor, that last strike would have likely cleaved him in two. Even so, he was gravely injured, his complexion as pale as snow.
Looking at Sun Zhe with lingering fear, Tulin had dared to challenge Sun Zhe after witnessing the Competition between Sun Zhe and Yukong. He knew the power of Sun Zhe's Ancient Blade Technique but did not expect its might to have increased again in such a short time, surpassing even his own ultimate move.
"I will definitely win!"
A flash of determination crossed his eyes. As a core disciple of the Great Yuan Sect and Sixth Star Luo on the Star Ranking List, Tulin absolutely could not allow himself to lose to a Loose Cultivator.
As soon as he spoke, disregarding his internal injuries, he charged at Sun Zhe once more. Although his internal spiritual energy was depleted, his physical prowess was still beyond that of ordinary people. He surged forward like a whirlwind, carrying an overwhelming momentum toward Sun Zhe.
In the blink of an eye, Tulin appeared before Sun Zhe. His feet moved rapidly as he spun his spear, creating a piercing Cyclone that struck toward Sun Zhe's chest like a venomous snake with flicking tongue. The air around the spear whistled with swirling winds.
"Clang..."
The black blade perfectly blocked the black spear tip. Both weapons were forged from Divine Blade Fragments; neither could gain the upper hand. With the sound of metal clashing echoing, both weapons were forced back.
"No matter what, I must win! I must!"
Sun Zhe suddenly raised his head, an unprecedented determination flashing in his black eyes. Even during his days evading the Golden Thunder Sect's pursuit or during the treasure hunt at Wanbingyuan, he had never felt such resolve. He wanted to return to the Nine Continents Mainland; he wanted to go home. This time, no one could stop him!
"Ah..."
With a roar, it felt as if endless power surged within him once more. Sun Zhe lunged forward; swinging his right arm, he slashed through the fierce wind with his Long Sword aimed at Tulin.
"Bring it on!"
Tulin's eyes were filled with a strong madness as he stood firm, his spear transforming into shadows of black as it met the incoming black Sword Aura.
At this moment, both were relying solely on their physical strength to fight, having exhausted their spiritual energy. Sun Zhe's Sword Technique was remarkable, while Tulin's mastery of the spear was profound. Sun Zhe possessed the Thunder Body, and Tulin wielded the Iron Spear with ease, clearly indicating that he was also a person of great strength.
Although they could not utilize their Divine Ability, both wielded Divine Weapons, creating an incredibly thrilling battle in the Arena. The clash was equally breathtaking; both had sustained severe injuries from their earlier Divine Ability exchanges, yet neither paid any attention to their wounds. Their crazed eyes were solely focused on each other.
Driven by their respective obsessions, the black weapons clashed continuously, creating shadows on the ruins and leaving behind pools of shocking blood on the ground.
The entire square fell silent. Whether it was the concluded Arena battles or those still ongoing, everyone paused in their actions, their eyes fixed intently on the two combatants. Their emotions surged in tandem with the fight, and even the proud Sect disciples and numerous Loose Cultivators looked on with admiration.
It was not just their formidable strength that garnered respect but also their resilient will. At this moment, they were competing not only in power but also in determination.
"Boom!"
The Void lit up as the two Divine Weapons collided once more. The black Blade sliced through the fierce wind, and the sharp spear light shattered the void as they met at a single point. A powerful force surged from both weapons at that moment.
The tremendous recoil affected both fighters, causing them to involuntarily stagger backward, spewing out mouthfuls of crimson blood. The already stained ground became even more soaked in red, and both fighters turned pale, losing their balance and kneeling on the ground simultaneously.
Coldly staring at each other, Arrogant's eyes sparkled with an indomitable light. They struggled for a moment but neither could rise again.
"Thud..."
"Thud..."
Without any distinction between them, both bodies fell straight down at the same time. Hours of intense combat had drained not only their spiritual energy but also their mental fortitude. At this moment, they had finally reached their limits.
Everyone watched wide-eyed at this scene, never expecting such an outcome. Who could be considered the winner? All gazes turned toward the referee from before in the Arena.
This referee was merely an elder from Thunder Temple, an ordinary early-stage Thunder Lord Cultivator who had never been under such scrutiny before. With at least hundreds of thousands of eyes upon him and hundreds of powerful Divine Consciousnesses weighing down on him, he couldn't help but break into a cold sweat. For a moment, he truly didn't know how to declare a winner or a loser.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths... ten breaths...
After waiting for a while, neither of the two showed any signs of waking up. The referee had no choice but to slowly walk forward, take a look at their condition, and let out a helpless sigh before slowly speaking,
"In this Competition, the two are tied..."
"I... win..."
At that moment, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Supporting himself with his right hand on the ground, crimson blood slowly slid down his arm, dripping onto the earth and staining a large area once again. With this support, Sun Zhe gradually stood up.
Shakily swaying, he slowly raised his head, and within his Jet Black Eyes was filled with a shocking determination!
"This child is extraordinary... he must enter under my Divine Temple!"
With a slow sigh, Xiang Yuanqiu's figure instantly vanished from the spot.
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