Chapter 273: Fierce Battle Against Zhao Wuji
The heavy figure of Shadow Demon shot forward, carrying a formidable, oppressive aura. His intense demonic energy was so overwhelming that it even suppressed Meng Lie's own malicious aura. Before even reaching Meng Lie, Shadow Demon's powerful fist cut through the air, a strike loaded with a mountain-like force aimed straight at Meng Lie's vulnerable points.
"Heh, just another fool asking for death!" Meng Lie sneered as Shadow Demon closed in, noting the ominous aura surrounding him, though without the slightest hint of fear. With a swift grip, a massive earth-colored hammer materialized in Meng Lie's hand, which he swung down with a force capable of smashing mountains.
Clang!
The heavy blow of the demon fist collided with the gigantic hammer, sending out waves of sound through the sky. Visible shockwaves rippled outward at an alarming speed from the point of impact. Watching this intense exchange from afar, Mu Lin and others grew increasingly serious.
"This guy is strong; who would have guessed Flame Alliance had so many powerful fighters?" Mu Lin murmured in astonishment.
Mu Hanyue nodded slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise. She knew well how strong Meng Lie was; though he was not quite as powerful as the three great commanders of the Zhao Dynasty, he was easily among the top five powerhouses in Wanjie City. Yet, despite the fierce clash, Shadow Demon held his ground, his demonic aura somehow even more potent than Meng Lie's.
"I heard these warriors from the Flame Alliance all hail from the Da Yan Dynasty. How is it that such a low-ranking dynasty can suddenly produce so many powerful fighters?" Mu Lin said, watching the battle with intensity before glancing at the other three skirmishes.
The Flame Alliance fighters stood their ground against the Zhao Dynasty's three main commanders: Jinwu and Xiaoyan fought skillfully together against Commander Zhao Yuan, Lin Dong held his own against Zhao Zhan in an impressive three-against-five Nirvana-tier fight, and the easy-going Xiaodian was taking on his opponent without much effort.
With his forces this strong, it was no wonder Lin Langtian faced the Zhao Dynasty with unwavering confidence!
"Su Rou, is it? Today, I finally have you in my grasp!" In the middle of the arena, Feng Cang sneered at Su Rou. He was flanked by dozens of experts from the Zhao Dynasty and the Fengyun Dynasty, forming a group more than capable of overwhelming the remaining Flame Alliance fighters.
"Move!" Feng Cang barked out the order and launched himself toward Su Rou, his hand reaching out to seize her. Su Kui and Xing Lie tensed at the sight and were about to intervene when Su Rou stepped forward with a determined, albeit slightly trembling, voice.
"Big brother, you're no match for them. Let me handle this," she said firmly.
"Xiao Rou!" Su Kui exclaimed, surprised, but paused as he saw Su Rou lift her delicate hand, bite her fingertip until it bled, and press it against a strange rune on her wrist. As her blood touched the rune, it flickered and began to fade, awakening a vast power within her that startled even Su Kui.
A strange, deep green energy began to encircle Su Rou's body, dyeing her dark hair a vivid shade of green. As she raised her hand, her gaze was now icy. With a single movement, she unleashed a violent shockwave of green light that sent several three-Yuan Nirvana experts flying back, leaving them scrambling to regain their footing.
"You won't distract Brother Lin!" Su Rou's clear, steely voice rang out as she locked her green-tinged gaze on Feng Cang and his top fighters.
"This battle has truly begun," murmured the onlookers, watching the numerous clashes erupting in the sky above. The overall power of Lin Langtian's side had exceeded everyone's expectations; this showdown was only getting more intense.
In the heart of the sky, the most captivating fight was that between Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji. It was obvious to all that these two were the central pillars of their forces, and a loss for either would severely dampen the morale of their side.
Boom!
Two ghostly figures collided at lightning speed in midair, sending out rumbling echoes across the battlefield that left countless hearts racing. As the figures separated, Zhao Wuji's expression darkened; despite his six-Yuan Nirvana power, he hadn't managed to fully suppress Lin Langtian.
"Could it be because of that strange energy?" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes at the eerie black energy swirling around Lin Langtian. He noticed that with every clash, part of his own power would vanish mysteriously, while Lin Langtian's attacks would somehow intensify.
It felt as if Lin Langtian were absorbing and converting his own strength against him—a deadly combination of the Nine Nether Yuan Power and Devouring Ancestral Symbol.
"Interesting. Looks like it's time I got serious!" Zhao Wuji sneered, his face hardening as his Yuan Power surged even more violently, his eyes sharp and deadly.
Whoosh!
With a wave of his hand, a hundred blades of Yuan Power materialized in the sky above, forming a deadly storm of sword energy that spiraled outwards, flooding the air with an overwhelming, piercing aura.
As the scene unfolded, it became clear to everyone that Zhao Wuji could no longer hold back and was resorting to martial arts to overpower Lin Langtian.
"Lin Langtian, no matter what tricks you have, today, your life is mine!" Zhao Wuji sneered, his cold laughter echoing in the air. Around him, a hundred massive, spinning sword blades swirled with terrifying force, creating a vision that seemed to devour the sky.
"This…this is the aura of an intermediate-level spirit martial technique!" Mu Lin and the others watching from afar could feel the intensity, and their eyes widened in astonishment at Zhao Wuji's formidable power.
"Thousand Blades of the Sword Path!" Zhao Wuji called out coldly, his hand slicing through the air. The immense storm of sword energy surged forward, howling as it went. Each of the hundred sword blades emitted a violent, destructive force, with each blade capable of seriously injuring a five-Yuan Nirvana Realm warrior. Now, with hundreds of blades attacking at once, the devastating momentum gave an impression of total annihilation.
Boom! Boom!
The massive storm of blades tore through the sky like a violent dragon, the powerful wind pressure creating a deep crack in the stone arena below.
Zhao Wuji's technique had exceeded ordinary spirit martial arts and was now approaching the level of an intermediate spirit martial technique. Such power, unleashed on the Ancient Battlefield, would be a challenge for all but a handful to survive unscathed.
"Flashy, but ultimately meaningless!" Lin Langtian sneered as he looked up at the oncoming storm of sword blades that swirled like a dragon. His hand seals transformed rapidly, and immediately, a dark beam of energy erupted from within him.
"Condense!" he commanded.
The beam quickly condensed, forming into a massive, ancient-looking hand that radiated a primeval and desolate aura. But unlike the hand he had used previously, this one took on a dark, shadowy hue, giving it an even more sinister edge.
Once the hand was fully formed, Lin Langtian did not stop. He stepped into the air, and as he did, the sky behind him darkened. For an instant, a massive silhouette appeared behind him, a figure so large it seemed to straddle heaven and earth. An energy surged through the area, as though a Martial Patriarch himself had descended to the battlefield.
"Desolate God's Palm!"
"Martial Patriarch's Heaven-Rending Art!"
Lin Langtian's voice was a low, booming command that echoed throughout the battlefield. Behind him, the immense shadow stretched out its arm into the heavens, and the very sky seemed to tremble as vast amounts of energy erupted.
"Shatter!"
Under the shadow's powerful arms, the expanse of the sky seemed to shrink until it condensed into a screen of light. An overwhelming aura rippled outward with incredible force.
The giant shadow gripped the light screen, and with a powerful punch, it shattered the air and collided with the raging storm of sword blades. Simultaneously, the ancient, desolate energy of the God's Palm, filled with oppressive force, descended alongside the Martial Patriarch's shadow, charging forward with overpowering might.
As the massive hand passed through, the space around it shook violently, and under countless shocked gazes, it collided head-on with the storm of Yuan Power sword blades.
"Two spirit martial arts!" The onlookers gasped as they stared at the Martial Patriarch shadow and the Desolate God's Palm. The awe in their voices was clear; the sheer power emanating from these two shadows made it obvious that Lin Langtian was wielding two exceptionally powerful spirit martial arts techniques!
It was common knowledge that mastering a single spirit martial art could elevate someone to regional dominance, yet Lin Langtian wielded two immensely strong techniques without hesitation. Even against Zhao Wuji's intermediate spirit martial technique, his dual-pronged attack left little advantage for his opponent.
Boom, Boom, Boom!
As the strikes clashed, the entire sky seemed to tremble. The deafening roar of the explosions echoed across the battlefield, filling the air with shockwaves and power that stunned all who witnessed it.
Some spectators standing close to the battle felt the impact of the clash's sound waves, their faces paling instantly as they hurriedly moved back.
"Not bad, but let's see how many times you can block me!" Zhao Wuji's eyes grew sharper after the sword storm was blocked, but deep within his gaze, a hint of seriousness began to show.
Zhao Wuji was fully aware of his own superior strength. Even after unleashing a powerful, intermediate-level spirit martial art, he had failed to gain a solid upper hand against Lin Langtian. This was surprising, especially since he hadn't regarded anyone in the tournament as a real threat except for Qin Tian from Tianyuan Dynasty, the top of the ten super dynasties. For Lin Langtian—a warrior from a lower dynasty he once deemed insignificant—to be matching his strength was unthinkable.
Seeing the first sword storm blocked, Zhao Wuji stepped forward again, his overwhelming Yuan Power surging like waves as he readied a new attack. His hand moved quickly, forming another storm of sword blades, this time with three hundred blades spinning fiercely as they swept toward Lin Langtian with even more force.
"Pointless!" Lin Langtian sneered at Zhao Wuji's onslaught. A fierce battle spirit ignited in his eyes, and he quickly summoned wave after wave of his fusion energy, forming another Desolation God's Hand and Martial Patriarch Illusion to crush the incoming sword storm.
Boom, boom, boom!
In the sky above, the intense clash continued to escalate, and the crowd could only look on with increasingly serious expressions as the destructive force of the exchange spread out from above. Spirit martial arts as strong as these demanded enormous amounts of Yuan Power, and both fighters seemed to be nearing their limits. Once one of them could no longer keep up, they'd inevitably face the other's unrestrained attacks.
Yet despite the extended battle, neither Lin Langtian nor Zhao Wuji showed any sign of exhaustion, a testament to their frightening resilience.
In the fierce aerial combat, even Zhao Wuji, with all his skills in martial arts, hadn't gained any advantage over Lin Langtian. Instead, it seemed Lin Langtian might have even gained a slight upper hand.
Crash!
Once more, the Desolation God's Hand and the Martial Patriarch Illusion smashed through another wave of the sword storm. The violent shockwave blasted Lin Langtian and Zhao Wuji a hundred meters apart, leaving both of them gasping as they stabilized themselves in mid-air.
Both fighters now looked pale, signs of the massive energy drain visible on their faces.
Zhao Wuji's expression was more serious than ever, his eyes fixed intensely on Lin Langtian as he spoke in a hoarse tone, "I never expected a hidden expert like you to be on the Ancient Battlefield. And to think someone with your power comes from a lower dynasty!"
"For you, being born in a super dynasty might be an advantage, but it can also be a constraint. You can only see what's in front of you and don't realize there's always someone stronger," Lin Langtian responded coolly.
These super-dynasty warriors, with their noses upturned by privilege, couldn't see past their own rank. Yet Lin Langtian knew even the entire Tianxuan Continent was just a lower realm.
"Giving you an inch, and you try to take a mile. You think you're worthy of claiming to see beyond?" Zhao Wuji's face grew colder, his expression hardening as an eerie gleam lit his eyes. Slowly, he lifted his hand and said, "I didn't expect my hidden trump card would come in handy now."
With those words, Zhao Wuji's hand clenched, and an overwhelming black light burst forth. Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, a black iron seal slowly emerged, hovering in his grasp.
A Heaven-Tier Treasure—the Black Dragon Heaven-Shaking Seal!
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