Free Web NovelChapter 1755 - Lament of the Nameless
The Bloodthirst Blade slashed across the battlefield in a horizontal arc, scattering blood through the air. The two cultivators caught within its path were killed instantly, unable to withstand the blade's terrifying power.
Liu Wuxie plunged straight into the group and unleashed a ruthless slaughter, like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep. Each time the Bloodthirst Blade fell, it claimed another life without mercy.
The spectators had long since grown numb to the carnage unfolding before them. Several of the more timid cultivators even began retreating, unable to withstand the oppressive aura emanating from the Bloodthirst Blade, which left them deeply unsettled.
In the span of merely three breaths, Liu Wuxie had already slain five fighters. The entire sequence unfolded so swiftly that the crowd failed to react in time.
Sharp gasps echoed throughout the arena as countless spectators stared in disbelief.
"This is too terrifying!"
Even the spirit immortals were rendered speechless by what they witnessed.
Given their strength, slaughtering first-level True Immortals posed no difficulty for them. Yet Liu Wuxie was merely at the third-level High Immortal Realm. What he was doing went against everything cultivators believed to be possible.
Challenging opponents above one's cultivation level was not uncommon among cultivators, but Liu Wuxie's ability to fight continuously for such a long period without showing any weakness made no sense. Gradually, everyone began wondering whether Liu Wuxie would ever exhaust his immortal energy. It was the question on everyone's mind.
As the battle raged on, Liu Wuxie's immortal energy became increasingly vigorous instead of diminishing.
Before long, only four fighters remained standing. They retreated immediately without the slightest hesitation, not even daring to meet Liu Wuxie's gaze.
"Garbage!" The Yin-Yang Elders flew into a rage and unleashed a cold ray that instantly killed the four fighters. Fear had already consumed them completely, and Liu Wuxie would have killed them in no time. Since the outcome was inevitable, the Yin-Yang Elders chose to end the ninth battle themselves.
Even Liu Wuxie had not expected the Yin-Yang Elders to be so ruthless. Quietly, he summoned the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron. Four black holes appeared on the ground and swiftly devoured the four corpses.
In the beginning, the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron could only manifest a single black hole. However, after reaching the Life and Death Transformation, it could now manifest several black holes for devouring. Not only had its devouring speed increased dramatically, but its refining speed had also become several times faster than before.
After refining all nine men, Liu Wuxie's aura became even purer. Standing alone within the arena, he resembled a sacred deity descended from the heavens.
Blood dripped steadily from the Bloodthirst Blade as Liu Wuxie silently awaited the final battle. No one knew whether he could survive what was to come.
When the iron gate opened once again, the underground fight club did not send out ten fighters. After all, numbers alone did not determine combat strength. The confined space within the cage would only restrict movement and become a disadvantage.
An old man and a young man stepped into the cage together. The instant their feet touched the arena floor, frost spread rapidly across the ground. It crawled outward before climbing the bars of the cage surrounding them.
Several cultivators gripping the cage bars failed to withdraw their hands in time and were frozen as well. With the assistance of their companions, they managed to free themselves with great difficulty. However, they soon discovered that the veins in their hands had already suffered frostbite.
Liu Wuxie murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly, "What terrifying murderous intent!"
The fact that the pair could manifest their murderous intent into physical form proved they were far from ordinary. Their murderous intent condensed into ice arrows that shot relentlessly toward Liu Wuxie.
The battle had already begun before either side exchanged a single direct blow. The older man had reached the third-level True Immortal Realm, while the younger one had also entered the second-level True Immortal Realm.
Rather than attacking immediately after entering the cage, the two calmly took their seats before a pair of ancient zithers.
A clear zither note suddenly rang out. The soundwave pierced every layer of resistance and charged directly into Liu Wuxie's soul sea. Intense pain surged through him, and a trace of agony flashed across his eyes.
A crack had actually appeared within his soul sea. Fortunately, the Heavenly Dao Book released a powerful radiance, while the Soul Forge Art circulated on its own and swiftly sealed the crack.
"Soul attack!"
This was no longer merely a sound-based attack. The duo had infused their attacks with soul energy, transforming them into a deadly strike. Fortunately, Liu Wuxie had never feared ordinary sound-based attacks.
A sound-based attack could only disturb the target's mind, and various calming techniques could counter it. A soul force attack, however, was entirely different. It fused sound waves and soul energy into a single attack, perfectly blending the two immortal arts and elevating their destructive power to a terrifying level.
Otherwise, a pure soul-energy attack or a simple sound-wave attack alone would not have posed any threat to Liu Wuxie. The combination of the two, however, was an entirely different matter.
The older man possessed a six-stringed zither, while the younger man played a four-stringed one. The six-stringed zither produced crisp, clear notes, while the four-stringed zither generated deep, resonant tones. Together, they complemented each other perfectly, sending bizarre melodies toward Liu Wuxie.
As the zither music echoed through the arena, it resembled warhorses charging across a battlefield. The ice coating the cage bars broke free and transformed into countless arrows that shot toward Liu Wuxie.
The cultivators standing nearest to the cage took out various objects to block their ears, yet they failed to stop the sound waves. Most of the attack's power was directed at Liu Wuxie, while the spectators endured only about one-tenth of the impact. Even so, many felt as though they stood on the verge of insanity.
From that alone, one could imagine the immense pressure bearing down upon Liu Wuxie at the center of the attack.
The Heavenly Dao Book firmly protected Liu Wuxie's primordial spirit, ensuring the invading soul force could not shake him in the slightest. As the Bloodthirst Blade descended, every incoming ice arrow shattered into streams of frigid air.
Liu Wuxie slowly advanced toward the two fighters. He knew he had to kill them as quickly as possible. Yet the moment he took a single step forward, the two zither notes suddenly merged and transformed into a ferocious tiger that lunged directly toward his chest.
The impact sent Liu Wuxie flying backward as blood trickled from the corner of his lips. If he could not close the distance between himself and the two fighters, killing them would be impossible. And if he failed to kill them, he would remain trapped beneath their endless barrage of attacks.
The situation rapidly turned unfavorable for Liu Wuxie. If things continued at this pace, he would eventually die at the hands of the two fighters.
"This is weird. Where did these two come from? Why haven't we heard of them before?" The old man and the young man had never appeared in the underground fight club before. They appeared to be hidden trump cards, kept in the shadows and revealed only when the underground fight club faced a serious threat.
"What a powerful soul energy attack! He's dead for sure!" Not a single spectator remained optimistic about Liu Wuxie's chances this time. Despite winning nine consecutive battles, everyone believed he would perish in the final round.
The zither music grew increasingly urgent and intense, manifesting another tiger. This tiger appeared even more ferocious than the first, its jaws spread wide. If it bit Liu Wuxie, he would suffer severe injuries even if he somehow survived.
As expected of a third-level True Immortal. The combat strength displayed here surpassed that of first-level True Immortals by dozens of times.
When Liu Wuxie crashed into the cage, the tiger had already reached him before he could even wipe the blood from his lips.
Ye Linghan's heart tightened at the sight, and she immediately rushed forward without hesitation.
"Don't come over!" Liu Wuxie shouted.
Diao Jiuzhi and the others followed closely behind Ye Linghan. While Ye Linghan was capable of enduring the attack, the trio would only have their soul seas pierced if they came closer.
Liu Wuxie had gone to such lengths to save them. If the trio died here, their deaths would make his efforts meaningless.
Ye Linghan stopped abruptly, her gaze fixed firmly on the cage. If anything happened to Liu Wuxie, she would never let the underground fight club off, no matter the cost.
As the tiger drew closer, the ground trembled violently beneath its approach. A thick stench of blood rolled forward like a tide, and Liu Wuxie found himself trapped.
He remained on the ground and did not rise. The previous attack had already injured him. After all, he possessed little chance of victory against a third-level True Immortal in either a soul energy confrontation or a direct frontal clash.
Suddenly, Liu Wuxie raised the Bloodthirst Blade and slammed it against the iron cage. A piercing note burst forth, transforming into a ripple that spread outward. The moment the charging tiger collided with the ripple, cracks spread across its body, shocking everyone present.
"This brat is also versed in the art of music?!" a Spirit Immortal exclaimed in astonishment. With a casual strike against the cage, Liu Wuxie had actually discovered the flaw hidden within his opponent's attack.
When the Bloodthirst Blade struck the cage once more, Liu Wuxie used even greater force. The resulting ripple swept countless rocks from the ground and hurled them toward the tiger, tearing it apart.
The entire cage fell silent.
The two fighters exchanged a glance, and fighting spirit blazed within their eyes. It had been a very long time since they had encountered an opponent as worthy as Liu Wuxie, especially one who was also skilled in music.
Liu Wuxie seized the brief pause and swallowed a pill. The medicinal effects spread rapidly through his body, accelerating the healing of his injuries. Thanks to his physique having achieved unity with heaven and earth, he had suffered only minor injuries. Had it been any other High Immortal, the attack would have already torn them apart.
By this point, the crowd had gradually become numb to everything they witnessed. Liu Wuxie possessed not only terrifying soul energy, a powerful physique, and overwhelming immortal energy, but also an equally monstrous ability to recover.
The two fighters exchanged a nod, silently reaching some tacit agreement.
The moment Liu Wuxie noticed the exchange, his expression grew solemn. He possessed no musical instrument of his own and could only rely upon the Bloodthirst Blade in his hand.
"The two of us have composed a piece called the Lament of the Nameless. No one has survived to hear its third section before. I hope that you will allow us to perform it in full," the older man said.
The two fighters had worked together for many years and had composed the Lament of the Nameless. Unfortunately, every opponent they had faced had died before reaching the third section. It had always remained one of their greatest regrets that they had never been able to perform the entire composition. The talent Liu Wuxie displayed in music had captured their interest.
Liu Wuxie nodded and quietly prepared himself. From the title alone, he could already tell that Lament of the Nameless was far from an ordinary piece. However, given his profound mastery of music, he did not fear it.
The two fighters gently brushed their fingers across the zither strings. A beautiful melody immediately drifted into everyone's ears, bringing a sense of enjoyment to all who listened. It did not sound like music intended to kill. Instead, it resembled a gentle breeze brushing across one's face and slowly drawing the listener into an illusion.
Everyone quickly became immersed in the beauty of the melody.
"What beautiful music!" Many people felt a faint sorrow stirring deep within their hearts.
At times, the melody became light and delicate, like flowing water weaving through lofty mountains. At other moments, it transformed into the roar of the sea, the thunderous charge of soldiers across a battlefield, or the sobbing of a young girl. Every change in the music felt vividly real, as though the listeners had personally experienced each scene.
A faint gleam flickered through Liu Wuxie's eyes as he listened. Even he had not expected the two fighters to create such an exquisite composition.
All the spectators surrounding the cage who were below the higher levels of the True Immortal Realm had already lost themselves completely within the music. They had fallen into their own worlds, and if Liu Wuxie failed to break the melody, they would remain trapped within it for eternity.
