Chapter 1380: Swordsman vs. Swordsman

Chapter 1380: Chapter 1377: Swordsman vs. Swordsman

Whoosh!

A cold Sword Qi flashed across the arena, instantly appearing before Yuan Jun.

Yuan Jun’s eyes glimmered coldly. He released the grip on his sword hilt immediately, abandoning his intent to draw the sword. His left index finger surged with a fiery energy over a foot long, striking the air.

“Golden Flame Finger!”

Whoosh!

The blaze from Yuan Jun’s finger transformed into a golden spiral, flying out with formidable sharpness, instantaneously colliding with the Sword Qi.

Bam!

The finger energy and Sword Qi clashed, sparks flew, and Yuan Jun’s figure was sent flying backward.

So fast!

The young talents in the plaza were all taken aback.

Though Yuan Jun’s cultivation in the Dali Dynasty was not the pinnacle, his swordsmanship was exceptionally advanced. Among the younger generation, only two or three swordsmen could rival him. Yet in this encounter, he was forced to abandon even drawing his sword.

Of course, many realized that the outcome was primarily due to Yuan Jun’s complacency.

Clang!

In mid-air, the ancient longsword at Yuan Jun’s waist unsheathed instantly. With a flick of his wrist, the sword’s tip embedded into the ground, immediately halting his retreat.

Glancing at his bleeding left index finger, Yuan Jun slightly furrowed his brows, looking up at the opposite Yue Haitang, his gaze bright, “Good swordsmanship, then I shall not hold back! One Sun Penetrates Rock!”

In swordsmanship, Yuan Jun hadn’t lost to anyone. Being caught off guard was aggravating, so he immediately gripped the sword hilt with both hands, raised it high above his head, and with a loud boom, three to four yards of golden flames roared from the blade, descending to the ground.

Boom!

On the arena, the air trembled violently, blazing red light surged skyward, illuminating the vast night sky. Amid the crowd’s focus, the golden flames transformed into a colossal red sun, striking Yue Haitang like lightning. Even in the plaza, the scorching heat could be felt, its overwhelming force unparalleled.

On the stone platform, Luo Feng slightly furrowed his brow.

In this Thousand Flame Hall, the concentration of Fire Yuan Qi was immense. Yuan Jun’s sword technique, imbued with fiery intent realm, could unleash power beyond his usual capabilities, placing Yue Haitang at a severe disadvantage.

The young talents of the Dali Dynasty present evidently noticed this too, their expressions filled with excitement and anticipation, as if they could already envision Yue Haitang’s defeat.

“Shocking Cloud Sword!”

Facing the incoming red sun, Yue Haitang showed no intention of retreating, holding his sword steadily, thrusting it straight forward.

Whoosh!

The brilliant sword light, resembling a lightning bolt tearing through space, trailed a phantom shadow that precisely struck the center of the red sun.

The center of the red sun was indeed One Sun Penetrates Rock’s weakest spot. Under normal circumstances, this strike would be enough to destroy it. However, affected by the Thousand Flame Hall, the red sun’s might was amplified, and the Sword Qi could merely pierce it, unable to sustain further, shattering and vanishing.

The red sun Sword Qi, its might diminished by seventy to eighty percent, continued to crush toward Yue Haitang.

Yuan Jun smiled, secretly gathering momentum, waiting for the moment Yue Haitang dodges to launch a decisive strike to claim victory.

Unexpectedly.

“Cloud Supreme!”

Yue Haitang, expression unchanged, ignored the incoming red sun Sword Qi, activated his Protective Gang Energy, and lightly flicked the cold blade of his sword. The Sword Light jumped in the void, layers upon layers of Sword Qi spreading out.

“Actually planning to withstand Yuan Jun’s attack!” A martial artist exclaimed from the arena below.

Bam!

The red sun Sword Qi struck Yue Haitang’s Protective Gang Energy, causing him to stagger backward, a slightly abnormal flush appearing on his handsome face, nearly spitting blood.

On the opposite side, even Yuan Jun hadn’t foreseen Yue Haitang would withstand the strike. He hurriedly swung his sword to block the incoming Sword Qi.

Whoosh!

In a careless moment, Yuan Jun’s right arm was slashed, a shallow wound appeared, the blood splattered, a situation worse than Yue Haitang’s.

Seeing this, a trace of unusual light flickered in Luo Feng’s eyes—this wasn’t Yue Haitang’s usual combat style.

Yue Haitang typically faced opponents while striving to defeat them with the least cost, skilled in employing finesse. Just now, Luo Feng had even thought Yue Haitang might use Qinggong to evade Yuan Jun’s strike.

Luo Feng wasn’t the only one surprised; the young talents present were also visibly startled looking at Yue Haitang.

They had initially perceived Yue Haitang with his delicate and refined appearance, seemingly so frail that a gust of wind could blow him away, as a gentle-hearted person.

Yet, Yue Haitang’s defiance against Yuan Jun’s strike, coupled with a counterattack, transforming adversity into a mutual injury, was practically a slap in their faces.

“Yue Haitang, do you perhaps know of my lethal move behind this?”

Yuan Jun exhaled a breath of foul air, his expression carrying a hint of disbelief, looking at Yue Haitang.

“Whether I know or not, regardless, you face defeat today.”

Yue Haitang’s words were unyielding, with a gleam in his eyes, shaking his sword blade as he spoke.

Buzz!

Suddenly, a shocking sword aura erupted from him, his clothes fluttering wildly, his black hair waving in the wind, the surrounding space trembling with the motion of his sword blade.

On the arena, as the winds shifted, the crowd saw Yue Haitang seemingly not on the arena, but standing amidst a desolate expanse. Blood-red sun slanted across the barren land filled with countless shattered Sword Shadows, boundless and ancient, each exuding an aura of primeval desolation, teeming with extraordinary Sword Intent, as if poised to slaughter the world once more.

“Immeasurable Sword Intent… seventy percent of Immeasurable Sword Intent.”

Su Zhuyun watched Yue Haitang, taking a deep breath.

Experiencing the overwhelming Sword Intent from Yue Haitang, the people in the plaza were once again in awe.

“This is seventy… seventy percent Sword Intent!”

“Though it’s been known Yue Haitang had comprehended Sword Intent, it was unexpected he’d reach such a level. In our Dali Dynasty, among countless swordsmen, only less than five young swordsmen have reached seventy percent Sword Intent.”

“Indeed, that’s astonishing. Yuan Jun’s Sword Intent seemed to be merely sixty percent. It’s uncertain how he’ll cope.”

The crowd was aghast, faintly worried for Yuan Jun.

Yuan Jun gawking at Yue Haitang for a moment, then calmly said, “So your trump card is this. But I, too, have developed seventy percent Sword Intent!”

Buzz!

As his words fell, an astonishing fierceness erupted from Yuan Jun’s eyes, seventy percent Sword Intent unleashed from him. The fiery tongues on his sword slashed through the air with a sizzling sound, shattering the surrounding remnants of Sword Shadows.

“Seventy percent Sword Intent! Yuan Jun has also cultivated seventy percent Sword Intent!”

Exclamations rang out in the plaza, witnessing two sword Dao geniuses comprehending seventy percent Sword Intent simultaneously, leaving many wide-eyed.

“With seventy percent Sword Intent, Yuan Jun’s defeat is impossible!”

Those young talents who were worrying about Yuan Jun’s plight regained their confidence.

“For you to cultivate seventy percent Sword Intent, it’s indeed remarkable. On an ordinary occasion, I may not be able to surpass you, but unfortunately, here is the Thousand Flame Hall. My Golden Sun Cloud Sky Sword holds the advantage of grounds, your defeat is certain!”

Releasing seventy percent Sword Intent, a powerful confidence radiated from Yuan Jun’s gaze. As he spoke, True Yuan surged, forming golden flames around him, ascending to the sky, swirling continuously like a giant flaming tornado.

“Skyfire Calamity!”

With a loud shout, Yuan Jun’s gaze locked onto Yue Haitang, his sword swiftly swung at an unbelievable speed.

Swish, swish, swish, swish…

In an instant, hundreds of flaming Sword Qi emerged, descending like falling stars, striking toward Yue Haitang with unstoppable force.

Yue Haitang’s eyes remained sharp, his hand brushed over the cold sword blade, a glint of frost reflected in his eyes. He pivoted, executed a counter-strike, piercing through.

“Immeasurable Sword Qi!”