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Death Grip
Zhao Yuanlong's expression slightly changed; the formula for the Soul-Condensing Pill was the treasure of their Zhao Family. If he lost...
"What's it going to be? Brother Zhao, do you dare to bet with me?" Song Daohong urged as he noticed Zhao Yuanlong's grim expression.
Zhao Yuanlong exchanged glances with several elders from the Zhao Family and then gritted his teeth, saying, "I'll bet. I, Zhao Yuanlong, have never been afraid of gambling. I don't believe I'll lose to you this time."
Zhao Yuanlong took out the Ningpo Dan Formula and shook it slightly in the air.
"This is the formula for the Soul-Condensing Pill. If you win, then the Soul-Condensing Pill will be yours. Conversely, if you lose, then the Soul-Tracking Needle will belong to me," Zhao Yuanlong said fiercely as he glared at Song Daohong.
"Good, Zhao Family Head, you're indeed straightforward. Then I ask Nangong Brother and Fire Brother to witness this for us, so he can't back out later," Song Daohong said with a smile.
"Hehe, no problem. If anyone refuses to acknowledge their loss later, the remaining Three Major Forces will join forces to wipe out his family," Nangong Xingyun said slowly, while Huo Mingqing nodded in agreement.
At this moment, on the Training Arena, Xing Chen and Hua Junchu were also staring intently at each other, their momentum surging as if they were tigers ready to pounce at any moment for a full-force strike.
"Seven Star Fist!"
The light in Hua Junchu's eyes flickered as he suddenly threw a punch. In that instant, light flashed and stars shone brightly; just before hitting Xing Chen, it split into seven and attacked from seven different directions simultaneously.
However, Xing Chen remained unfazed. Back when he was sparring with Qin Ying at the Azure Cloud Gang, Qin Ying's Shifang Wujiquan unleashed countless Fist Shadows from all directions, far more profound than this Seven Star Fist.
"Big Dipper Steps, Shadow Shift!” With a slight movement of his feet, Xing Chen's figure blurred and instantly disappeared from his original spot, causing all of Hua Junchu's attacks to miss.
"Ninefold Thunder Palm!"
Just as Hua Junchu was momentarily stunned, an intense sense of danger suddenly surged from behind him. His expression changed instantly as he turned around sharply and threw a punch forward.
This punch tore through the air, breaking apart the lightning, carrying a strong force that instantly collided with Xing Chen's palm.
Boom!
Upon impact, Hua Junchu felt a numbness in his arm, and at the same time, several powerful forces surged from Xing Chen's palm, causing Hua Junchu to be sent flying almost instantly.
"Haha, it seems that Brother Zhao, not only will you fail to obtain the pill formula, but you will also lose a Soul-Tracking Needle!" Seeing the situation in the arena, Zhao Yuanlong and the elders of the Zhao Family couldn't help but smile broadly.
"What's the rush? The real show is yet to come!" Song Daohong said nonchalantly.
Watching Song Daohong's calm demeanor, Zhao Yuanlong felt puzzled and secretly wondered if Hua Junchu had some hidden trump card that he was unaware of.
"Indeed impressive, but I, Hua Junchu, will not lose to you." Struggling to stand up, Hua Junchu wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he slightly opened his mouth and spat out a sword about three inches long. Although this sword was small, the aura it emanated was even more formidable than Xing Chen's Slaying God Sword.
"High-Level Divine Weapon!"
Upon seeing the sword, both Xing Chen and Zhao Yuanlong in the viewing area gasped in shock at the same time.
A Divine Weapon that can be freely stored within one's body is undoubtedly of a high tier. However, with Hua Junchu's strength, how could he control such a High-Level Divine Weapon?
At this moment, the sword radiated crystalline light, filling the arena with a sharp aura that made everyone instinctively take two steps back. Almost everyone present felt waves of sword energy as if they were being subjected to a slow execution.
The might of this sword was definitely stronger than any Earth Grade Divine Weapon, without a doubt.
"Nangong Sect Master, you truly spare no expense; even a High-Level Divine Weapon can be entrusted to your disciples." Zhao Yuanlong cast a dark glance at Nangong Xingyun. With a High-Level Divine Weapon, Hua Junchu could probably compete with Ling Kaifeng.
"Zhao Family Head, please do not misunderstand. This is not actually a true High-Level Divine Weapon. I merely stumbled upon a fragment of one and forged this sword from it. Since Hua Junchu has made great contributions to our sect, I rewarded him with this divine sword."
Nangong Xingyun explained calmly.
Meanwhile, Song Daohong was laughing uncontrollably, clearly he had known for a long time that Hua Junchu had this sword made from fragments of a High-Level Divine Weapon; otherwise, he wouldn't have bet with Zhao Yuanlong.
"Song Daohong, how dare you trick me," Zhao Yuanlong said through gritted teeth, looking at Song Daohong as if he wanted to swallow him whole.
"Brother Zhao, what are you talking about? I didn't trick you at all. This bet was entirely your choice, and Fire Brother and Nangong Brother both know it," Song Daohong continued to laugh.
"That's right, this matter was indeed voluntary on your part, Brother Zhao. You can't back out now!" Huo Mingqing chimed in eagerly.
"Hmph, we won't know the outcome until the end. Let's see if Hua Junchu can win!" Zhao Yuanlong snorted coldly while silently praying that Xing Chen would definitely win.
At that moment, a change occurred in the arena as Xing Chen took out a broken sword. This short sword was one of the three fragments of the Pointing Sword obtained from Sword Mound.
The Pointing Sword was the personal sword of the Sword Sect founder, Sword Elder, and it was truly a Divine Weapon ranked at the Divine Rank. Moreover, this sword had not been eroded by Negative Power for thousands of years in Sword Mound, which demonstrated its immense power.
Of course, it might also be due to the Pointing Sword being located on the outskirts of Sword Mound; the surrounding Negative Power was insufficient to erode a High-Level Divine Weapon. Nevertheless, this Pointing Sword was undoubtedly a true Divine Rank weapon. Even though it was currently only one-third of the Pointing Sword, its power was beyond that of an ordinary High-Level Divine Weapon.
Let alone the mere fragment of a High-Level Divine Weapon in Hua Junchu's hand.
"Pointing Sword, Sword Points to the Sky!"
The moment Xing Chen took out the Pointing Sword, a profound sword technique was transmitted into his mind, specifically designed to complement the Pointing Sword: Zhi Jian Fa.
As Xing Chen pointed with the sword, an imposing aura emanated from him, accompanied by a burst of overwhelming and domineering energy that swept across the area in an instant.
The initial move of Zhi Jian Fa, Sword Points to the Sky, although lacking direct attack power, could significantly boost one's momentum. Consequently, each subsequent strike would increase in power by more than thirty percent.
"Pointing Sword, strike back!"
After using the initial move of Pointing Sword, Xing Chen immediately swung his sword down towards Hua Junchu.
A magnificent sword light appeared in an instant, as if it aimed to cleave the ground itself. Endless sword energy surged towards Pointing Sword, causing even the Three-Inch Sword in Hua Junchu's hand to tremble slightly at that moment.
Facing Pointing Sword, there was no power left for any counterattack.
The reason it is called Pointing Sword is to highlight the deficiencies and injustices of the earth, and then to reverse them. However, such actions would provoke the earth's wrath. This is why Sword Elder fell, and why the Pointing Divine Sword broke into three pieces.
All of this was a result of the earth's anger; both Sword Elder and Pointing Divine Sword could not withstand this fury, leading to their demise.
At this moment, facing the sword light emitted by Pointing Divine Sword, Hua Junchu appeared dazed, with no thoughts of resistance. It felt as if he were a person guilty of heinous crimes, destined to die under this sword. If he did not perish, he would be rejected by the earth.
"Haha, what a sudden turn of events! Song Brother, it seems you won't be getting my pill formula after all!" Seeing Xing Chen suddenly draw a broken sword and unleash its power, Zhao Yuanlong laughed heartily, shaking off his earlier gloom.
"How is this possible? Could it be that the Divine Weapon in his hand surpasses its level?" Song Daohong ignored Zhao Yuanlong and instead gazed at the one-third broken sword in Xing Chen's hand, murmuring to himself.
"Even if it's not a true high-level divine weapon, it must be a peak-level divine weapon; otherwise, it wouldn't retain such power after breaking." Nangong Xingyun also looked at Xing Chen's sword with flickering eyes.
"Hua Junchu, quickly dodge!"
At that moment, the sword light from Xing Chen was about to fall, yet Hua Junchu remained in a daze. The people from Nebula Gate urgently shouted reminders.
Upon hearing the voice, Hua Junchu snapped back to reality. Seeing the sword descending from above, his expression changed drastically. The Three-Inch Sword, which hovered before his chest, shot out under his control and collided with the magnificent sword light. Taking this opportunity, he escaped from the training ground.
With a loud clang, the Three-Inch Sword let out a mournful cry as it was knocked to the ground. Connected to it mentally, Hua Junchu immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered, nearly falling over.
"Ha ha ha... Song Brother, Hua Junchu, this is the rhythm of automatic surrender. It seems that your Soul-Tracking Needle will belong to me now!" Seeing Hua Junchu escape from the Training Ground, Zhao Yuanlong burst into laughter, while the other elders also smiled broadly. After all, having a treasure like the Soul-Tracking Needle in the family would definitely enhance their strength significantly.
In contrast to the Zhao Family's joy, Song Daohong's face was dark and gloomy, almost dripping with water. He had initially intended to take advantage of his insider knowledge to trick Zhao Yuanlong, but unexpectedly, he ended up tricking himself instead.
This was truly a case of losing the chicken and losing the rice—he lost both the lady and the soldiers!
At this moment, Song Daohong felt like crying. However, since he had proposed the bet himself and had Nangong Xingyun and Huo Mingqing as witnesses, it was nearly impossible for him to back out.
"Ha ha, Song Brother, I will gladly accept this Soul-Tracking Needle!" Seeing that Song Daohong remained silent, Zhao Yuanlong quickly reached out his hand. A pulling force emanated from his palm, and the Soul-Tracking Needle was instantly drawn into his hand. At the same time, he also retrieved the formula for the Soul-Condensing Pill.
Seeing this situation, Song Daohong's mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to stop it but felt powerless; after all, this was the wager they had just made. Since Zhao Yuanlong had won, it was only natural for him to collect his winnings.
However, just thinking about how he had lost the Soul-Tracking Needle made him feel a pang of regret. The Soul-Tracking Needle was crafted from materials used to forge High-Level Divine Weapons and had been refined with thousands of poisons. It was the strongest treasure of the entire Song Family and their clan's heirloom. Now it had been given away to Zhao Yuanlong—Song Daohong's feelings at this moment were unimaginable...
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