CHAPTER 451: CHAPTER 426 SWORDSMAN DUEL_2

After a short while, the next battle continued, Mo Yue against Nie Chong.

Although Nie Chong’s strength was formidable, and the Overlord Fist was extremely powerful and domineering, he still lost to Mo Yue.

Mo Yue’s combat power was in no way inferior to Nie Chong. With the help of sixteen phantom clones that blurred reality with illusion, it took just over ten moves to defeat Nie Chong.

The subsequent fight was Wu Sheng against Hong Qingtian.

Although Hong Qingtian was not weak, he was absolutely no match for Wu Sheng, who pressured him into a disadvantage within two moves.

"To live or die!"

Moving like an arrow, Wu Sheng closed the distance to less than ten steps from Hong Qingtian in a flash.

Whoosh!

A black cold light, sharp beyond compare, rose into the sky with a chill, devoid of any vitality.

With one sword strike, the air remained undisturbed; Wu Sheng’s speed in drawing his sword had surpassed the air’s capacity to react.

"Not good!"

Hong Qingtian was greatly shocked, realizing he could not defend against this sword strike.

"Eight Desolate Palm!"

He launched a palm strike towards the sword light, and at the same time, his body rapidly retreated.

Swoosh!

A flash of cold light passed by, and the Eight Desolate Palm was instantly torn apart, a stream of blood spurting out.

Hong Qingtian’s body stopped hundreds of meters away, looking down to see a sword wound on his torso stretching from his chest to his abdomen, with blood trickling down.

Fortunately, the sword wound was not deep, or else this one strike could have been fatal.

"Hong Qingtian, you are not my match. Is there still any need to continue fighting?"

Wu Sheng spoke indifferently without emotion.

Upon hearing this, Hong Qingtian was silent for a moment, sighed inwardly, nodded his head, and chose not to continue the fight. The gap in their strengths was too great; further combat would only humiliate himself.

The crowd was not surprised by Wu Sheng’s swift defeat of Hong Qingtian, as Wu Sheng was already the closest in strength to Ao Wushuang.

Of course, there was now the Ninth Princess, as well as the powerful Lin Feng. It was still unknown who was stronger among the three.

With the fight between Wu Sheng and Hong Qingtian over, the Ninth Princess and Han Qianze took to the stage.

Han Qianze was no match for the Ninth Princess; the might of Destructive Red Lotus was invincible, and even Han Qianze’s terrifying cold ice defense couldn’t withstand the attack of Destructive Red Lotus.

With one strike, Han Qianze was defeated, and by the second, he was wounded.

Then, Han Qianze also chose not to continue the battle and admitted defeat.

Next, it was Lin Feng’s turn to enter the stage, with Duanmu Ying as his opponent.

Swoosh!

At the start, Lin Feng unleashed his full combat power without resorting to any fancy techniques, cleaving out a fierce sword light.

Simple, brutal, direct attacks contained astonishing power as the terrifying Sword Qi struck at Duanmu Ying.

"Jade Palm!"

Even though Duanmu Ying unleashed her strongest power to resist desperately, she couldn’t hold off Lin Feng’s attack and was instantly forced back dozens of meters.

Duanmu Ying’s strength was far inferior to Lin Feng’s.

With the second sword strike, Lin Feng forced her off the Battle Platform.

Having devoured a portion of Duanmu Ying’s Dragon Fortune, Lin Feng’s Dragon Fortune reached seventy-eight zhang.

Until now, Lin Feng’s Dragon Fortune ranking among the ten was fifth, only trailing behind Ao Wushuang, Wu Sheng, Mo Yue, and the Ninth Princess.

These five had also been victorious all the way without a single defeat.

In this final battle for the Dragon Fortune top ten rankings, each person would fight a match against each of the other nine.

Naturally, those who had battled before would not fight again.

Currently, Lin Feng had six battles remaining, against the five people ranked above him in Dragon Fortune, as well as Hong Qingtian.

All six were very strong, but the only person Lin Feng was not completely certain of defeating was Ao Wushuang.

After a short while, the competition continued, and it was Ao Wushuang’s turn to take the stage, facing Nie Chong.

In this final contest, the rules were also straightforward. Ao Wushuang, ranked first in Dragon Fortune, would first cross hands with those who had previously suffered defeats.

And in the end, those without defeats would have the final battle for the championship against Ao Wushuang.

Ao Wushuang and Nie Chong both practiced fist techniques and were both characterized by their overpowering styles.

Emperor’s Divine Fist against the Overlord Fist, it was clear that the Emperor’s Divine Fist was more formidable. Like Huo Ling, Nie Chong was defeated with just one punch, completely powerless to resist.

Immediately afterward, Ao Wushuang, with an indifferent facial expression and hands clasped behind his back, flew back to the spectator stand.

Ao Wushuang, perhaps owing to his practice of the Emperor’s Divine Fist, naturally exuded an aura of royalty, an invincible demeanor that made countless young women’s hearts race with excitement.

Up next, Wu Sheng against Huo Ling.

This battle was much anticipated; a fierce showdown between a Swordsman and a Swordman.

On the Battle Platform.

Swoosh!

Wu Sheng’s black chill flashed in his hand and struck Huo Ling like lightning.

"Break for me!"

Huo Ling roared, his long blade’s Sword Light bursting forth, flames blazing high, his blade’s momentum skyrocketing.

One horizontal slash dispersed Wu Sheng’s attack.

"There’s death, not life!"

After an ineffective strike, Wu Sheng quickly closed in on Huo Ling and lunged with another sword thrust.

The sword gleamed, and the piercing Sword Qi slashed towards Huo Ling’s chest.

Bladelight blazed like fire, Huo Ling’s long blade swung boldly, smashing the Sword Qi. But in the next instant, the Sword Qi surprisingly reassembled and attacked Huo Ling’s lower abdomen.

Huo Ling’s expression remained unchanged, flames boiled on his body, and in an instant, a Flame Shield formed in front of him, once again blocking the Sword Qi.

"Destroying Void!"

Wu Sheng, like a streak of sword light, flashed to Huo Ling’s side and thrust his sword, the air still and unwavering.

Sword Qi shot out, targeting Huo Ling’s vital points, the soaring Sword Intent cold and deadly, brimming with murderous intent, as if all in front was destined to shatter.

"Break again!"

Huo Ling roared, his long blade slashing repeatedly, flames surging, countless Sword Energies crisscrossing, engulfing the whole Battle Platform.

Boom Boom Boom!!

The Sword Qi and Sword Energy exploded continuously, spurting everywhere, chaotic and tumultuous, as if it were the apocalypse.

Clang Clang Clang!!

The two were evenly matched, continuously clashing at a speed that peaked, often exchanging more than a dozen moves within the span of a single breath.

Sword Qi whooshed, Sword Energy ripped through space, sparks flew everywhere, and the fight quickly reached a fever pitch.

Huo Ling, though having been defeated consecutively by the Ninth Princess, Lin Feng, and Ao Wushuang, was not indicative of his weakness. In fact, aside from them, nobody else was a match for Huo Ling.

However, Wu Sheng was far from a weakling. He had even ranked above Huo Ling in the last Hundred Extremes List.

Clang Clang!

After a while, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves, and then those with keen eyesight could finally discern a subtle difference.

Although they still seemed evenly matched, Wu Sheng had now taken control of the battle rhythm. In other words, Wu Sheng had taken the lead in directing the fight.

Sure enough, after dozens more exchanges, Wu Sheng completely gained the upper hand, leaving Huo Ling with only the power to parry.

Hissss!

On the Battle Platform, as a line of blood trailed behind them, their figures abruptly separated.

The crowd stared and saw a horrifying sword scar on Huo Ling’s shoulder, bone-deep, with blood flowing down his arm.

The crowd sighed. Huo Ling had ultimately been no match for Wu Sheng, who had bested him by a half move in the previous tournament; this time, he still couldn’t surpass him.

"Huo Ling, you’ve lost!"

On the Battle Platform, Wu Sheng, with an indifferent expression, stated flatly.

Huo Ling’s complexion turned gloomy. He had been certain he could defeat Wu Sheng, but the three previous losses had been a heavy blow to him.

Especially the defeats to the Ninth Princess and Lin Feng, which had dealt great damage to his Mental State.

The gap in strength between him and Wu Sheng was minimal. In battles between experts, the slightest difference could sway the outcome.

The damage to his Mental State prevented him from performing at his Peak, else how could he possibly lose to Wu Sheng.

After a short while, the two stepped down from the stage, and the next match was Hong Qingtian and the Ninth Princess siblings facing off.

However, Hong Qingtian promptly conceded the match.

It was Lin Feng’s turn to take the stage again; this time, his opponent was Mo Yue.

On the Battle Platform, Lin Feng gazed intently at Mo Yue, his aura climbing, his First Rank Late Stage Peak Sword Intent bursting forth, its cutting edge shredding the surrounding air to ribbons.

Mo Yue’s brows furrowed, his expression solemn to the extreme. A few days earlier, he had received a message from a sub-branch of Blood Luo Hall.

The message content was a request for Mo Yue to kill one person, and that person was Lin Feng.

He had assumed he could easily kill Lin Feng in this final match, but to his surprise, Lin Feng’s strength was so formidable that it even surpassed him.

However, Mo Yue was not worried. Even if he couldn’t kill his opponent during the match, once the tournament ended, assassinating his target would still be a piece of cake!