CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 475, FANG ZHOU’S SWORD

After the discussion, Gu Mu still hovered in mid-air at the tea ceremony, his clothes in tatters and a simple, naive expression on his face. But at this moment, no one dared to underestimate him.

"Does anyone else want to spar with me?"

While rubbing the back of his head, Gu Mu’s gaze swept past Zhang Feiyan and Zhang Xiaoyu, landing on Chu Ming with a provoking intent in his eyes.

Chu Ming did not move, not because he lacked confidence, but because he had already gained significant attention from the consecutive battles he had just fought.

Poof!

At that moment, a black figure shot out from not far beside Chu Ming, the force of the pure Sword Intent tearing through the sky, as if to split the entire firmament in half.

"I’ll come and meet you!"

Fang Zhou hovered in mid-air, holding a black longsword in his right hand, with three feet of Sword Qi swirling around it. The Sword Intent from his body gathered, reaching the heavens, with Flowing Cloud surging incessantly in the sky.

"You? Fine!"

Gu Mu extended his right fist, shaking it lightly with a sudden intense gleam in his eyes. As soon as he spoke, his body transformed into two images, darting towards Fang Zhou from the left and the right, with two black rays tearing the air simultaneously, pressing him closely.

Chit!

When Gu Mu’s figure approached within three meters of Fang Zhou, Fang Zhou shouted loudly, swiftly reversing his longsword and breaking through layers of gray airflow, immediately forming a terrifying black Sword Curtain in front of him.

Crack!

Gu Mu’s black fist fell on the Sword Curtain, shattering it. The broken Sword Light turned into countless dots of light, rebounding directly towards Gu Mu, radiating a chilling gleam.

"Petty trick!"

Gu Mu didn’t mind at all, his eyes deep, completely ignoring the reflected fragments of Sword Light.

Ting, ting, ting...

The terrifying fragments of Sword Light struck his body, emitting a sound like striking metal, all shattering thereafter.

"Take my sword!"

Fang Zhou’s voice suddenly sounded above Gu Mu’s head. Gu Mu instinctively shrank back and looked up. Amid the swirling gray turbulence, a terrifying and sharp black Sword Light pierced through the waves, reaching above Gu Mu’s head in an instant, with the gravity further boosting its power.

Boom!

"Fluctuating Fist!"

In a flash, Gu Mu’s right arm muscles swelled rapidly, presenting a stretched form, with a wisp of black light, which engulfed his soul, madly rotating on his right fist, with surrounding airflow roaring.

Ting!

Poof...

The fist and sword clashed, black Qi Force swirling wildly. The black robe on Fang Zhou fluttered, his hair flying, and his body retreated quickly. Gu Mu also didn’t fare well, as a wound stretched along his right fist, with beads of fresh blood spurting, containing astonishing vitality.

"Tsk tsk, Fang Zhou’s sword is indeed extraordinary. Just one strike breached Gu Mu’s defense!"

"Fang Zhou’s sword is full of lethal Qi. This time, Gu Mu is in danger!"

"Facing Fang Zhou, Gu Mu will probably reveal all his cards, right?"

Watching the fierce aerial battle, the audience discussed animatedly.

"Why don’t you go up and spar with Gu Mu? Isn’t this a great opportunity to defeat him and absorb his fortune?"

As if remembering something, Lei Wushuang stared at Evil Charmless, speaking slowly.

"Hmph!"

Evil Charmless didn’t reply, snorting coldly, staring at Gu Mu in mid-air, his gaze blood-colored.

"I guess the cultivation technique you practice requires more than just defeating someone to absorb their fortune, right?"

Lei Wushuang continued asking with great interest, seeing Evil Charmless remain silent.

In fact, apart from Evil Charmless and Evil Moon, few knew exactly how their cultivation technique absorbed a person’s fortune to enhance their combat power.

Evil Charmless still didn’t answer. Seeing this, Lei Wushuang’s suspicion grew stronger. The four prodigious talents each had distinctive traits. If there were to be a ranking, it would be nearly impossible.

Wang Xuanyi, the Hundred Sword Prince, was the best at killing. The other three would retreat in the face of him.

Princess Huo Qingwu excelled in speed. Lei Wushuang, the Lightning Prince, specialized in attacks. Lei Wushuang’s attacks, however, were vastly different from Wang Xuanyi’s. Lei Wushuang’s attacks were direct and domineering, mixed with lightning, while Wang Xuanyi’s were mysterious and unpredictable.

As for Evil Charmless, the Fortune Prince, he was the most enigmatic among the four. Though the four had clashed several times, they had always ended in a draw.

At the tea ceremony, with winds howling and clouds surging, gray turbulence in between blocked everyone’s view. The crowd could only see the two black shadows swiftly changing positions in mid-air.

Boom!

A black, ink-like light pillar shot straight into the sky from the clash point. Gu Mu and Fang Zhou quickly separated, but Fang Zhou, while retreating, leveraged the momentum, breaking the air with a kick, raising the longsword in his hands, muscles swelling, and slashed horizontally at Gu Mu like a black dragon.

"Kill!

Sword light shot to the sky, darkening the entire sky instantly, nearly severing the black light pillar in an instant.

"Wonderful swordsmanship!"

Watching Fang Zhou’s slash from the Profound List seats, Chu Ming couldn’t help but secretly praise. Watching the battle, he conceived new ideas about Sword Dao.

"Second Layer Fluctuating Fist!"

Gu Mu halted his backward movement, his body covered in blood traces. Though not deep, they were densely packed. His body arched backward, as his life force erupted like a small sun, with a black vortex of his right fist madly twisting the airflow around.

Boom!

As he punched, the entire crowd at the tea ceremony felt an immense pressure, as if a huge mountain was pressing down, terrifying beyond measure.

Puchi!

In the blink of an eye, the black Sword Light and Fluctuating Fist Clashed. With Chu Ming’s keen eyesight, he could clearly see the black fist edge vibrating thousands of times per second, with tiny ripples appearing in space.

"Not good, their fight is too destructive. The four of us need to set up a defensive barrier together."

Wang Xuanyi, who had been sitting all along, suddenly stood up and instructed Huo Qingwu and the others.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The four turned into four streams of light, flying into the air, standing in four directions around the tea ceremony. Extending their hands, their Spiritual Power erupted, forming four Spiritual defensive barriers, connecting and encompassing the entire tea ceremony.

Boom!

Just as the Spiritual defensive barrier formed, the explosive force of the fist-sword clash erupted. From a distance, one could only see a massive mushroom cloud, devouring the surrounding Spiritual Power at the tea ceremony.

The entire sky turned black.

Buzz!