Free Web NovelChapter 295: Chapter 294: Sword Emperor Technique
Before long, Wen Qingye walked to face Bai Shishuang. His white robes fluttered as if about to take flight, his long black hair dancing behind him like splattered ink.
"You’re now qualified to challenge me."
Wen Qingye had been silent the entire time, but his first words upon stepping onto the Yanwu Platform caused an uproar.
"Did I hear that right?"
The people from the Luocheng Ancient Country stared at one another, thinking they must have misheard.
"Qualified?" Hearing Wen Qingye’s words, Bai Shishuang’s pupils constricted violently. Wen Qingye was different. If anyone else had said that, he would have scoffed. But for some reason, Wen Qingye’s words filled him with a profound sense of danger.
Tang Jin sneered, "This Wen Qingye is certainly all talk, just like you people from the Celestial Martial Country."
"Let’s see just how capable you really are!"
Bai Shishuang’s figure unfurled as he leaped into the air. Like a soaring dragon, he shot toward Wen Qingye. His Sword Qi arrived before he did.
"Oblique Sky Sword Technique!"
The strike was without complex variations, just astonishingly fast, sweeping across the Yanwu Platform imbued with dense Primordial Qi.
SHING!
Wen Qingye drew his sword as well. A flash of sword light danced, and the crowd couldn’t perceive the speed or trajectory of his strike.
CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!
Multicolored Qi Auras erupted from the Yanwu Platform, spreading outwards in a hazy, vibrating shockwave.
Such fast swordsmanship! Everyone in the crowd was dumbstruck.
Bai Shishuang immediately retreated. The Primordial Qi in his body billowed as he funneled it all into his blade. In an instant, he pushed his cultivation at the Sixth Level of the Yin-Yang Realm to its absolute peak.
As the massive amount of Primordial Qi poured in, the sharp longsword in his hand seemed to warp and twist.
"Annihilating Chaos!"
A wave of Sword Qi, twisted to its limit and sharp beyond measure, surged forth, sweeping directly toward Wen Qingye.
HISS HISS!
The twisted Sword Qi distorted the surrounding air, making it hazy and surreal.
Watching the twisted Sword Qi rush toward him, Wen Qingye knew Bai Shishuang’s cultivation was still a cut above his own. ’I can’t be careless.’ He stomped his foot, and Primordial Qi billowed across the Yanwu Platform like a great tide. He stood as if astride a mighty river, exuding a heaven-shaking aura.
"Fourth Form of the Four Symbols Sword Technique! Windbreak!"
He slashed out, a single strike that seemed capable of cleaving the mighty waves of a stormy sea in two!
BOOM!
A world-shaking sound erupted from the Yanwu Platform, ringing in the ears of the spectators.
Bai Shishuang felt the oppressive wave of Qi bearing down on him. He hurriedly retreated several steps, but a sharp pain still shot through his arm.
With a stomp of his foot, Wen Qingye seemed to channel the boundless shockwave directly into the ground. The earth rumbled like muffled thunder.
Wei Shuang’Er’s brow furrowed. ’This Wen Qingye is so strong!’ A sense of dread grew in her heart as she watched him.
Tang Jin nodded in praise. "Not bad. For someone from a minor country to be so skilled in Swordsmanship, he must have truly outstanding talent. He’s far beyond any ordinary person."
Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship earned him silent nods of approval and endless praise from many in the audience.
Bai Shishuang let out a great shout. His figure flickered, and a violent burst of Primordial Qi erupted from his body. As the surrounding shockwaves dissipated, he reappeared right beside Wen Qingye.
"Mikong Three Swords!"
The three strikes were so fast they were nothing but flashes of light.
Even Wei Shuang’Er, watching from a distance, could only make out two of the three strikes.
DING! DING! DING!
Wen Qingye’s arm was a blur of motion. His One Thought Sword, wreathed in an arc of light, parried all three Sword Auras.
But in the very next instant, Bai Shishuang’s sword stabbed forward. His Sword Qi fractured into ten thousand sword-shadows, their dazzling brilliance blinding the spectators.
’This... what a formidable Sword Splitting Skill! So fluid, so refined,’ Wei Shuang’Er thought, slightly stunned.
"The Light Splitting Sword Technique! A King-level High-grade Martial Art! I can’t believe Bai Shishuang has even mastered that!"
"Not only is that technique incredibly difficult to acquire, but cultivating it also requires immense talent. Fewer than five Registered Disciples have mastered it."
Bai Shishuang’s sudden change in technique left everyone in the audience aghast and utterly shocked.
Faced with the whistling, ferocious Sword Qi, Wen Qingye took a step back. He held his One Thought Sword horizontally before him. A startlingly brilliant light shimmered around it before suddenly erupting into ten thousand rays of silver light, shooting out in all directions.
CRACK!
All the crowd saw was Wen Qingye swing his sword toward Bai Shishuang. It was as if ten thousand streams of Sword Qi had materialized, surging forward in an unstoppable torrent.
Bai Shishuang’s body shuddered. He was sent flying, tumbling several times through the air before he barely managed to regain his footing.
What just happened?
The crowd was filled with confusion. How had Wen Qingye just shattered the Light Splitting Sword Technique with a single strike?
Nearby, a disheveled man stared with his mouth agape. "Hahaha! Could that kid’s Swordsmanship be the legendary ’one sword to break ten thousand techniques’? Incredible! How does the Celestial Profound Sect have such a monstrous disciple? That settles it, I have to learn the Sword Dao too! Hahaha!"
Tang Jin’s brow was deeply furrowed. She had clearly seen Wen Qingye draw and strike, but as for *how* he had shattered Bai Shishuang’s technique with a single blow, she had no idea.
’This ’one sword to break ten thousand techniques’ only manifests at the peak of Earth Dao Swordsmanship. It’s only natural they wouldn’t recognize it,’ Wen Qingye thought with an inward smile, observing the crowd’s astonishment.
’Besides, it requires an extremely high level of application. Against truly overwhelming Powerful Qi, even the most exquisite Swordsmanship is useless. For Bai Shishuang to display his Swordsmanship in front of me... that was his mistake.’
’I can’t believe he shattered my signature technique with a single strike!’ Bai Shishuang was shocked. He didn’t know how it had happened, but he understood one thing: in front of Wen Qingye, his Swordsmanship was no threat at all.
’Wen Qingye’s cultivation isn’t high. It seems my only option is to use my superior cultivation to crush him in a direct confrontation.’
After retreating a few steps, Bai Shishuang’s stance became like an eagle spreading its wings. An explosive aura radiated from his body, instantly raising his presence to its absolute peak.
He held his sword in his right hand, the tip aimed straight at Wen Qingye, while his left hand rested on the flat of the blade.
"Thousand Soul Spike!"
Both the sword and Bai Shishuang’s body blurred into a black afterimage, shooting straight toward Wen Qingye. The shriek of the blade tearing through the air sounded like the howl of a Fierce Ghost.
Wen Qingye straightened his posture, and a supreme aura shot into the heavens. The sword in his hand blazed with a brilliant golden light, radiant and dazzling.
"First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Proud Sword!"
He swung his sword in a level slash. A golden, sky-piercing Sword Aura surged rapidly toward Bai Shishuang. The aura was peerlessly sharp and overwhelmingly domineering.
This strike was from the Sword Emperor Technique itself.
The golden light was magnificent, like the arrival of an Emperor.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The black afterimage and the golden light collided again and again. The Yanwu Platform itself seemed to tremble from the immense impact, and the spectators felt as if the ground were shaking in an earthquake.
