Heavy Sword Style Complete! A New Great Spirit Arena Record

Second stage of Seven Kill Sword cultivation: adapt to the enemy's changes, unbound by fixed forms.

In terms of moves, it emphasized, "The sword has no fixed form; victory is achieved by adapting to the enemy's changes."

It required the practitioner to remain flexible when facing different opponents or situations, rather than rigidly adhering to set moves.

Most of the moves Ning Tianchen had learned so far had been taught by Sword Dao Chen Xin.

But in battle, not every Sword Move could be put to use. In this situation, victory was impossible without changing his current approach.

Yet changing was easier said than done.

After practicing the sword for six years, he was no longer a blank sheet of paper.

Chen Xin had once said that mastering the second stage of cultivation required the courage to break oneself down before rebuilding.

If he failed, a decline in his swordsmanship would be the least of his problems. More seriously, he might fall into self-doubt and never escape it.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Tianchen hooked a hand out and recalled the Seven Kill Sword to his grasp.

The Mottled Bewitching Butterfly's advantage over him lay primarily in its strength. If he possessed greater strength, he could turn the tide.

Sword Dao Chen Xin had always wielded his sword one-handed, and Ning Tianchen had instinctively adopted the same style.

So why couldn't he switch to wielding it with both hands and triumph through sheer strength?

The Seven Kill Sword was long and heavy, far from a light sword. Back when he had been in the sect, Ning Tianchen had witnessed an Outer Sect Elder who wielded a heavy sword in battle.

Heavy sword techniques emphasized broad, sweeping movements and overwhelming force.

Since he had decided to change, he would try using the Seven Kill Sword as a heavy sword.

His left hand gripped the end of the hilt as he switched to a two-handed hold and charged straight at the chopping blade.

He raised the Seven Kill Sword above his head, and his arms suddenly exerted force. Relying on his own strength and momentum, the Seven Kill Sword collided with the chopping blade without falling into a disadvantage.

I bet right! Ning Tianchen rejoiced inwardly.

Broad, sweeping moves relied heavily on attack rhythm. One careless mistake, and his hands might fail to hold the hilt, causing him to lose his sword.

"What is this little brother trying to do? Does he still want to keep fighting?"

Yu Die had already noticed the change in Ning Tianchen's Sword Moves.

Earlier, his swordsmanship had been precise and swift. Now, it was the complete opposite. He did not care about accuracy at all, relying purely on brute force.

In the spectator stands.

Because of the commotion earlier, Flender had also arrived.

"This kid actually knows two different ways of wielding a sword?"

Given the Seven Kill Sword's size, it could already be considered a greatsword. Using heavy sword techniques with it was reasonable enough.

But why was Ning Tianchen able to use them so naturally?

"This time, we've really found a treasure. Shrek Academy might truly have a chance to make a name for itself in the Spirit Master Competition."

Suddenly, Flender's heart sank.

After all, Shrek Academy had not received approval from the Balak Kingdom's Ministry of Education. In essence, it did not even count as an academy, but was more like a training institution.

Therefore, they were not qualified to participate in the Spirit Master Competition.

A sense of urgency rose within Flender. If they missed this opportunity, Shrek Academy might have to wait who knew how many years for another.

After more than a dozen exchanges, Ning Tianchen gradually figured out the essentials of using a heavy sword.

His swings and slashes became increasingly natural.

He suddenly felt that perhaps he was simply suited to wielding a heavy sword. This time, he had actually comprehended it without a teacher.

Yu Die gave a soft snort. "Let's settle this with one move."

Maintaining a Martial Soul Fusion Skill required a massive expenditure of Soul Power. She had thought they would win easily, but Ning Tianchen had suddenly erupted, catching them off guard and causing them to suffer some minor losses.

Now, they could not drag this out any longer.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Dual Butterflies Dance."

The Mottled Bewitching Butterfly circled through the air before splitting into two.

This was not the Martial Soul Fusion Skill being released, but rather its division into two Mottled Bewitching Butterflies.

The two butterflies folded their wings, their bodies transforming into irregular cleavers as they shot toward Ning Tianchen.

"Strength to rival a thousand armies, power focused as one. This sword shall be called the Heavy Sword Style!"

The Heavy Sword Style was not one of the sword forms within the Seven Kill Sword Manual. Ning Tianchen's action was undoubtedly the creation of a Soul Skill of his own.

He raised the Seven Kill Sword high above his head with both hands, tightening every muscle in his body as he leaned back slightly.

Strength gradually gathered from his calves upward. Finally, with the force of his waist and abdominal muscles, he "launched" the Seven Kill Sword in a slingshot-like motion.

This method of exerting force was precisely how he had thrown a solid ball in his previous life.

It had to be said that this allowed him to bring the strength of his entire body to its utmost limit.

In an instant, the two great Soul Skills collided, erupting in dazzling multicolored light.

Most of the spectators instinctively covered their eyes. Only Flender merely adjusted his glasses, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"Who won?" Ning Rongrong anxiously rubbed her eyes and immediately turned her gaze toward the arena.

There stood Ning Tianchen, holding the Seven Kill Sword with its tip pointed directly at the Feiwu Sisters lying on the ground.

Earlier, he had not managed to withstand the Martial Soul Fusion Skill's assault. But he was no fool. After throwing the Seven Kill Sword, he had charged directly at Yu Die and Cai Die, forcefully interrupting their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Adapt to the enemy's changes, unbound by fixed forms. It was all about flexibility.

He had used the heavy sword's attacks to numb his opponents, then unexpectedly unleashed swift and nimble swordsmanship. That was the path to victory.

The excitement of this Spirit Battle had drawn the Great Spirit Arena's attention, so they had sent over a host to provide commentary.

When the Spirit Battle ended, the host announced in a booming voice:

"Wow! Contestant Sword Dao Tianchen has made history and set an entirely new record! The undefeated legend of Martial Soul Fusion Skills in the Great Spirit Arena has been completely overturned! As expected, the Great Spirit Arena never lacks miracles!"

For a time, thunderous cheers erupted from the spectator stands. The audience continuously shouted the name "Sword Dao Tianchen."

Ning Rongrong excitedly grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's sleeve. "He won! Tianchen Gege really won!"

Oscar, standing beneath the arena, wore a complicated expression.

If Ning Tianchen had lost, others would only have thought he had assessed the situation and strategically conceded. But since Ning Tianchen had won, others would only call him a deserter.

"My thanks for letting me win." Ning Tianchen smiled faintly.

Yu Die was somewhat angered by his final change in tactics, but she was not someone who could not accept defeat. She could only blame herself for failing to notice her opponent's cunning.

"You're very strong. I hope we'll have another chance to fight."

Neither of them had suffered serious injuries and both could still move. With a soft snort, Yu Die supported Cai Die as they prepared to leave.

"Wait." Ning Tianchen called after them.

"What, do you still want to humiliate us?" Yu Die suddenly turned around, her tone unfriendly.

Ning Tianchen smiled faintly. "Have you forgotten our agreement before the match?"

Yu Die turned back and said as she walked away, "My sister and I are both sixteen. We're from Silves City. We'll be waiting for you to challenge us at the Silves Great Spirit Arena!"

Ning Tianchen nodded slightly.

Sixteen years old, rank thirty-four, and possessing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill—weren't they clearly prized talents? If he brought them in, along with Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar...

It seemed that forming a Spirit Battle Team would not be difficult after all.