CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: BATTLE OF MADNESS

Duann Ming immediately recognized Ye Qingzhou, knowing he was the champion of this Sword Fighting Competition: "Kid, an unparalleled divine weapon like the Emperor’s Sword Longyuan is not something you can covet."

"You misunderstand. What I seek is the sword in my heart, not the sword in my hand."

Ye Qingzhou’s gaze did not waver, though he could vaguely feel that what had been calling to him these past few days was precisely the Emperor’s Sword Longyuan in Duann Ming’s hand.

But for him, a divine weapon is ultimately just an external object. Humans can use tools but should not overly rely on them. Only by continually improving oneself can one achieve true strength.

In Ye Qingzhou’s resolute eyes, Duann Ming also saw his unwavering heart for seeking the sword, just as he had in the past.

"It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a young man as arrogant as you, actually wanting to use me as your whetstone."

Duann Ming strapped the Longyuan to his back and raised the Blood Tea Sword in his hand, with a surge of evil qi: "There’s still time to regret, or this arrogance will cost you your life."

"It’s precisely this life-threatening danger that’s thrilling."

Ye Qingzhou tightly gripped Flying Frost, unable to contain the boiling Sword Intent within him.

During the Sword Fighting Competition, the battle against Zhu Jinfeng was unsatisfying. Only the opponent before him could bring an unprecedented pressure, thereby pushing out his inner potential.

"You asked for this!"

Duann Ming unsheathed the Blood Tea Sword with a clang, releasing a fierce blood-red light. In the spiritual world, a terrifying corpse-filled hell arose from the vast blood sea, bringing incomparable pain and horror to the human world.

Burdened with great responsibility and seeking a quick resolution, Duann Ming showed no mercy, and his first move was a killing strike.

With a wave of his hand, the glow of the Blood Tea Sword flared instantly, turning the rushing Blood River into a vast torrent of Sword Qi that swept toward Ye Qingzhou.

This move is a high-tier martial technique recorded in the Blood River Scripture, Blood River Roaring!

When performed through swordsmanship, it became Duann Ming’s signature skill, with which he had defeated countless renowned Professional Level Martial Artists, earning a fearsome reputation.

The release of the Blood River Sword Qi was truly terrifying and dreadful!

This slash was not only aggressive but also carried the mental impact of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. If not for having practiced the Heart Sword Secret Technique, Ye Qingzhou may have already been suppressed by a single strike from Ghost Sword Sorrow, unable to move.

"Good timing!"

Ye Qingzhou shouted in a deep voice, and his body instantly entered the first gear mode.

His heart pounded like a war drum, and his inner breath roared like thunder.

The Dantian Qi Sea transformed into a roaring high-powered engine; the surging power allowed Ye Qingzhou to enter an explosive mode.

High-tier martial technique, Celestial Net Sword!

Thirty-six strands of Sword Qi, each brilliant as a star, with divine light dazzling, reaching the pinnacle of purity.

With ultimate techniques clashing, a resounding boom erupted, and the aftermath of the Qi force tore the earth apart.

"To take one strike from my Blood River Sword Qi, you’re quite good."

Duann Ming spoke in praise, but the Blood Tea Sword in his hand remained relentless.

He took one bounding step, appearing near Ye Qingzhou’s left side almost as if teleporting, followed by a powerful and swift sweeping slash.

Clang~

Standing Form!

Pan Guard!

Swaying Willow with the Wind!

Ye Qingzhou executed three techniques in rapid succession, barely blocking Duann Ming’s fierce slash. The overwhelming power transmitted through his muscles to the ground.

Boom boom boom~

The ground, unable to bear the force, cracked and shattered instantly.

"Hahaha, you do have some skills, no wonder you managed to kill Zhan Lie and Zhan Hong!"

Duann Ming delivered one fierce strike after another, each move powerful and filled with killing intent.

In the storm of Sword Qi stirred by the Blood Tea Sword, Ye Qingzhou could only evade using Cicada Awakening, as the might of the Martial Arts True Qi far surpassed that of the inner breath!

Each wave of Sword Qi was like a rocket missile!

A brush would mean death!

A hit would mean certain death!

Under Duann Ming’s relentless bombardment, Ye Qingzhou seemed like a candle in the wind, repeatedly surviving by mere chance.

Yet, teetering on the brink of life and death, Ye Qingzhou’s blood was boiling, his inner Sword Intent growing ever more intense, experiencing a profound joy once again.

"That’s right!"

"This is the feeling!"

"This is the battle I yearn for, one that makes one forget life and death!"

His usual laziness and idleness were merely a reflection of seeing through the cold world affairs. Only Martial Dao and Swordsmanship could make him truly feel alive.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Ye Qingzhou pushed his potential to the limit, his mind racing, instinctively unleashing various miraculous techniques, combining mid-tier martial techniques, actually contending back and forth with Ghost Sword Sorrow.

Clang~ Clang~ Clang~

The power of the first gear made Ye Qingzhou’s physical stamina almost limitless.

Duann Ming’s amazement grew as the battle went on: "Damn, first Xu Yunxi, then Liu Yiming, and now an even younger Ye Qingzhou. Do all young people these days grow up eating gold fertilizer? Do you want to let someone like me, an older generation, live at all?"

Already over thirty years old, Duann Ming inwardly resented how difficult it had been for him to learn martial arts back in the day?

Ultimately dissatisfied with the oppression from the Martial Arts Families, he resolutely chose to join the Heart Evil Stream, where he honed his skills but also became a pawn for others.

"Truly an enviable life!"

The more he thought, the angrier Duann Ming became.

The blood-colored Sword Qi seemed to resonate with the owner’s discontent and resentment, surging forth, transforming into a vast blood-red wave, aiming to engulf Ye Qingzhou completely.

This move, precisely a high-tier martial technique recorded in the Blood River Scripture, Blood Wave Overflowing the Sky!

Under the overwhelming blood wave, Ye Qingzhou seemed like Sunx Monkey trapped under the Five Finger Mountain. Even with Cicada Awakening, there was nowhere to escape, looking to be utterly suppressed.

But would he simply wait for death?

At this moment, Ye Qingzhou’s spirit soared unboundedly. With two lifetimes as a person, he aspired to climb to the pinnacle of Martial Dao; his dreams unfulfilled, how could he fall now!

Ascension Dragon!

Aspiration to Reach the Heavens, Riding the Dragon!

The wave rose a foot, the dragon soared a yard!

The Dragon Ascending Sword tore through the overwhelming blood wave. Ye Qingzhou, wielding Flying Frost, broke through the storm and stood aloft, laughing skyward: "Hahaha!"

"Kid, you’re using your True Qi and Blood Qi, but the unyielding can only last so long. Once they’re exhausted, that’s when you’ll die."

Despite not knowing about the First Gear Power, Ghost Sword Sorrow Duann Ming could see that Ye Qingzhou was utilizing some technique to burn his cultivation for a burst of power, similar to Celestial Demon Disintegration.

But after such an outburst, at best, one would lose some years of life, at worst, be left crippled. Yet no one launches into all-out attacks like Ye Qingzhou right at the start, risking their life.

Seeing Ye Qingzhou still fighting to the death without retreat, Duann Ming exclaimed, filled with a dark envy at the young man’s recklessness: "Damn, first Xu Yunxi, then Liu Yiming, and now there’s someone even crazier than me!"

Without regard for his injuries, Ghost Sword Sorrow Duann Ming forced the activation of the Blood River Scripture, unleashing the power of Martial Arts True Qi.

High-Tier Martial Technique, Blood Wings Soaring in the Air!

As the bloody wings of Sword Feather spread wide like layers upon layers, Duann Ming’s figure, like an eagle soaring in the sky, charged at Ye Qingzhou.

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