An Inch's Difference

It was as if the all-encompassing fist force collided with the swirling sword edge, causing the entire world to distort. Then, a resounding boom followed, and the palm force erupted with a thunderous roar. The Sword Qi, however, danced like a phoenix, swirling twice in a flash. The cold, gleaming sword shadows and the black and white palms, which were impossible to see clearly, intertwined in the swirling dust, creating a deafening sound.

The audience hurriedly circulated their True Qi into their eyes, not daring to blink for fear of missing a rare battle between Grandmaster. But even though they could see through the smoke and dust, they still couldn't make out the movements of the two.

Suddenly, a blade flashed out of the smoke and dust in an arc, circled around, and then slashed back. Space seemed to be cleaved open, leaving a ring of blue ice shards. Immediately following was the sound of flesh being struck, and blood splattered out.

Dong Hanwen is wounded!

The moment this thought crossed everyone's minds, a loud bang was heard, and everything exploded. The shockwave rolled outwards like erupting lava, and the dense clanging and clashing sounds in a short moment were like the roar of countless lightning bolts exploding together.

Two figures bounced out of the dust. Dong Hanwen was indeed injured, with a clear sword wound on his chest. The wound had been frozen, but he smiled because he had destroyed Murong Qing's sword with his "Dragon-Binding Claw".

Murong Qing glanced at the remaining sword hilt in her hand and said, "It seems you've had your eye on my sword from the very beginning."

Dong Hanwen slapped his back, releasing a chilling aura that had seeped into his body, and laughed, "Although whether or not you have a sword doesn't matter much to a swordsman of your level, it still has an impact. After all, imbuing your sword with qi and condensing qi into a sword are two different fighting methods, and you're not good at the latter. So, the outcome between us is now fifty-fifty."

"Not necessarily. Your injury from the last match hasn't fully healed, and now you've taken another hit from my One Sword. My chances of winning are still higher."

"I owe Wei Mengchen a thank you. He clearly had a chance to seriously injure me in the last match, but he held back at the end."

Dong Hanwen smiled first, then his feet sank, his hair stood on end, his muscles bulged, and his Qi and Blood surged like boiling magma. He seemed to transform into a demon god, staring at Murong Qing with determined eyes, and asked, "Are you prepared to risk your life for victory?"

The ground exploded with a deafening roar, Dong Hanwen shot out, his palms carrying black and white energy, impacting the void and turning half of the arena into a black and white vortex.

Murong Qing's expression changed slightly. Unwilling to be drawn into the vortex on the ground, she immediately soared into the sky like a white crane spreading its wings. However, just as she reached mid-air, a giant hand that had been waiting above descended, causing the audience to scream. Clearly, her reaction was within her opponent's expectations.

The giant hand touched the figure, but there was no sound of hitting something solid. It turned out that the stunning figure was just an illusion left by Murong Qing. Her true form appeared on the lake on the other side of the arena, with her fingers forming a sword, and Sword Qi energy was released.

"The Heavenly Light Reflecting Moon Wheel!"

The magnificent sword wings reappeared, Murong Qing swooped down towards her opponent. The straight trajectory seemed to divide heaven and earth. The phantom high above had not yet disappeared, but the Jinghong on the lake was dazzling and presented an Anomalies sense of dislocation.

The dazzling figure was reflected in Dong Hanwen's pupils, but he remained unmoved. His voice was firm and deep as he said, "Perhaps, with your talent, given another year, you could easily defeat me. But at least in this match today, you cannot beat me!"

He raised one palm upward to absorb the descending Heaven Palm, and lowered the other palm to absorb the black and white vortex swirling on the ground. Then, he joined his palms together and unleashed a giant palm of flowing black and white to meet the rushing sword wings. Then, he clenched his fist forcefully!

"Spirit-Concentrating Transcendent Taiji!"

Chapter 793 A Difference of One Inch

The black and white giant hand grabbed Murong Qing, who had evolved into a sword wing. After a moment of stalemate, countless sword energies pierced through the giant hand, turning it into a cactus. Then, a dazzling sword rainbow pierced through the palm and rushed straight towards Dong Hanwen.

"Firmament and Abyss Merging Golden Light!"

Dong Hanwen, who should have been running out of steam, suddenly burst forth with new strength. His hands glowed with golden light, and he brought them together as if holding Golden Core, sealing Murong Qing rainbow with exquisite precision, making it impossible for him to advance an inch. True Qi spewed out from his acupoints, and the space itself seemed to be churning, with everything in reverse, and all things collapsing.

A burst of golden light erupted, the sword rainbow shattered, Murong Qing was thrown into the air, accompanied by drops of splattered blood.

But Dong Hanwen was not faring well either. His skin cracked open inch by inch, turning him into a bloody mess in the blink of an eye. He staggered back several steps before finally regaining his footing. His face was deathly pale. Despite winning this move, he was more seriously injured than Murong Qing.

Upon seeing this, Murong Qing understood what had happened. The opponent had intercepted 30% of his power in the previous move and used the black and white giant palm to buy time to catch his breath. Then, he used a forbidden technique to squeeze out 50% of his new power from his dantian and combined it with the original 30% of his power to unleash the second ultimate move.

To inflict eight hundred casualties on the enemy while losing a thousand of your own is a losing tactic, especially when you are injured yourself. However, it also demonstrates the opponent's determination to win.

"You are a worthy opponent."

If that's the case, then we can't hold back. Holding back would be an insult to our opponent. Murong Qing his inner energy, and a brilliant sword light reappeared behind him, transforming into nine crescent moons that radiated blue light. The lake below froze, and the temperature in the deep pit dropped sharply.

"Nine Luminaries Sacred Radiance!"

The audience seats a hundred meters away were also affected, feeling the temperature drop by more than ten degrees. Even their breath turned into white mist. They all used their internal energy to resist the cold, and those with weaker cultivation could only rub their arms together to keep warm.

Considering that this level of cold wouldn't kill anyone, none of the big shots in the VIP seats made a move. Only the Holy Maiden Tu Wangyue shook her head, raised her hand, and scattered a patch of light to protect a large area of the audience behind her, bringing warmth like the midday sun.

Dong Hanwen was closest to the audience, so the impact on him was far greater than that on the spectators. His body temperature dropped by at least forty degrees, and the bone-chilling cold almost froze him into an ice sculpture. His hair and eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost, but his eyes were resolute and fearless. He raised his hand, and a vast amount of True Qi soared into the sky, transforming into a divine image that supported the heavens and the earth, exuding unparalleled nobility.

"Miluo Upholds the Jade Emperor!"

Murong Qing pointed her sword forward, and a crescent moon shot out from behind her like a falling meteor, but instead of the red-hot heat of friction, it carried only icy cold air.

Dong Hanwen merged with the divine, throwing a punch straight at the opponent. The immense divine power was like an unstoppable Torrent. The collision between the crescent moon and the divine fist was as crisp as shattering glass, bursting forth with shimmering ice crystals. For a moment, the two sides flashed with light and shadow.

Murong Qing kept shooting out crescent moons, which were repeatedly broken by his opponent. When only three remained, he and his sword flew out together. The three crescent moons formed a triangular vortex, which generated amazing sword light and collided with the fist of the god. It broke through the surface with a single point, and the momentum was unstoppable!

The colossal statue continued to explode, plunging everything into darkness. Only the sword light representing Murong Qing remained exceptionally sharp, starting from the statue's arm and piercing its chest. This strike would have been fatal to a living person, but unfortunately, the statue had no vital points. Or rather, its vital point was Dong Hanwen, with whom it had merged. So the sword light rushed up the god's head, twisted it slightly, and shredded its entire head, but still failed to find its target.

The sword light dimmed slightly, as if it had consumed too much energy and was running out of steam. But then, the surrounding cold air contracted and all of it flowed into the sword, causing it to shine even more brightly, like a galaxy of stars dancing in the sky. Suddenly, it plunged straight down, splitting the giant god in two. Instantly, the Milky Way poured down and cold currents surged.

However, Dong Hanwen was still not found.

Is it between the left and right legs?

The moment Murong Qing unleashed her sword light to the ground, the divine being who had fallen from the sky suddenly clenched his left fist and angrily pounded at her, accompanied by Dong Hanwen's desperate roar.

Murong Qing hurriedly channeled her sword light to form a shield to defend herself, but felt a sudden stagnation in her internal energy.

One should press on with one's might, but the momentum wanes with each attempt, and exhaustion follows with each subsequent one.

Even with Murong Qing's cultivation level, she felt exhausted at this moment and could not withstand the impact of the divine fist. She was forced backward and left a deep chasm on the arena. She tried to break free, but was firmly wrapped by the force of the fist and could not move.

Realizing that her opponent intended to force her out of the arena, Murong Qing exerted all her strength to squeeze out a new force from her dantian. Finally, as she approached the edge of the arena, a point of azure Sword-Ray condensed at her fingertips and shot out like a thunderbolt, piercing through the massive divine fist and shattering it, revealing Dong Hanwen hidden within.

"Get down—"

Dong Hanwen unleashed his last bit of strength, forcefully pushing the equally exhausted Murong Qing off the stage.

Silence, stillness.

All the audience members were completely absorbed in watching the two people fall off the stage at the same time. They were so engrossed that they forgot to breathe, making the vast hall so quiet you could hear a pin drop.