Lost Saber, Defeated, Offense Becomes Defense

Having already witnessed the power of the saber light, Zuo Lengchan dared not be careless this time.

He circulated his internal true qi to its limit, swinging the broadsword in his hand and unleashing wave after wave of sword energy to counter the saber light.

In an instant, saber light and sword shadows crisscrossed the arena, clanging loudly.

Su Chen, however, did not stop. Gripping his saber, he cut through the complex interplay of saber light and sword shadows.

He ferociously slashed down at Zuo Lengchan's shoulder.

Zuo Lengchan, having just unleashed dozens of sword energies in one breath, was somewhat depleted.

Facing Su Chen's strike, he could only weakly block with his broadsword in front of him.

"Crack!"

The ring-hilted saber and the broadsword clashed.

With a single blow, Su Chen's ring-hilted saber sliced halfway into Zuo Lengchan's broadsword.

Furthermore, under the impact of this immense force.

Zuo Lengchan's right hand, holding the sword, went numb, the sensation spreading to his entire shoulder.

"This..." Zuo Lengchan's pupils contracted, his heart shaken.

Su Chen's assault continued unabated. He channeled his qi, his right hand gripping the saber and pressing down with great force.

Instantly, the broadsword was forced down, the blade no more than an inch from Zuo Lengchan's neck.

A chilling coldness caused goosebumps to erupt on Zuo Lengchan's neck.

"Such immense power!" Zuo Lengchan's thoughts flashed, and he immediately called for help.

"Hurry!" he shouted at the White Board Fiend.

Actually, without his prompting, the White Board Fiend had already moved the moment Su Chen attacked.

He surged with qi, taking large strides forward, attacking Su Chen from the flank.

The White Board Fiend thrust out his palm, palm wind surging, aiming to strike Su Chen's crown.

This palm strike was swift and fierce. Su Chen instinctively wanted to withdraw his saber and counter.

However, Zuo Lengchan was not about to let this opportunity slip by.

He forcefully twisted his broadsword, firmly locking Su Chen's ring-hilted saber, preventing him from withdrawing it to defend.

With no other choice, Su Chen had to abandon his saber and retreat several steps, dodging the White Board Fiend's monstrous palm.

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan was overjoyed. He immediately swung his sword, knocking Su Chen's saber aside.

A swordsman without his saber was like a tiger without its claws; even with heaven-defying strength, how much could he display?

"I'd like to see how much strength you can muster without your saber," Zuo Lengchan sneered, gripping his damaged broadsword and charging at Su Chen.

The White Board Fiend also laughed wildly, his hands spinning like a windmill as he attacked Su Chen.

Witnessing this, Mo Da, Yue Buqun, Liu Zhengfeng, and Qu Yang were all startled.

"This is bad. Without his saber, how can Mr. Su withstand the combined assault of Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend!" Mo Da felt uneasy.

Su Chen's success or failure was directly related to their ability to survive today.

With this thought, Mo Da did not dare to delay. He stepped forward, ready to support Su Chen.

Yue Buqun and the other two also realized this and moved forward together.

However, Yue Hou, Zhong Zhen, and the others from Mount Song were not to be trifled with.

Understanding the intentions of Mo Da and the other three, the ten Grand Protectors of Mount Song all attacked simultaneously to intercept them.

The two sides became entangled in a melee.

Yue Buqun was at the peak of the Minor Grandmaster realm, Mo Da was in the late Minor Grandmaster stage, while Qu Yang and Liu Zhengfeng were both in the mid Minor Grandmaster stage.

In terms of strength, the four of them held an advantage.

The ten Grand Protectors of Mount Song, although all in the early Minor Grandmaster stage, had the advantage of numbers.

They were further supported by nearly a hundred elite disciples from Mount Song.

All in all, the two sides were evenly matched.

In fact, Mo Da and the others were at a disadvantage.

Their attempt to provide aid having failed, Mo Da, Liu Zhengfeng, and the other two could only focus on dealing with Yue Hou and the others.

At the same time, from several vantage points outside Liu Manor.

Xiang Wentian, Ren Yingying, Tong Baixiong, and other martial artists who had come to watch the excitement closely monitored the situation.

Upon seeing that the Mount Song faction had two Grandmaster-level experts, Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend.

Everyone was shocked.

"With two Grandmasters joining forces, that black-clothed swordsman will likely struggle to cope."

Especially seeing Su Chen's ring-hilted saber fly out of his hand.

The crowd was even more convinced that Su Chen was surely going to die.

"Yingying, this swordsman even lost his own saber. It's unlikely he can escape the encirclement and killing by Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend. We should choose someone else to rescue the Cult Master," Xiang Wentian suggested to Ren Yingying.

Ren Yingying's gaze was intense as she watched Su Chen in the arena.

She noticed that Su Chen showed no sign of panic, and she couldn't help but be curious.

"Could it be that this swordsman has other tricks up his sleeve?"

So she spoke, "Uncle Xiang, why don't we watch a bit longer? Perhaps there will be a turning point."

Although Xiang Wentian didn't believe it, he didn't refute Ren Yingying. He nodded and continued to watch the battle patiently.

At this moment, Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend had already joined forces and attacked Su Chen.

Their attacks were fierce.

Zuo Lengchan, with his Grandmaster cultivation, unleashed the Mount Song Swordplay.

The currently circulating Mount Song Swordplay, "Eight Outer, Nine Inner," comprised seventeen forms in total, encompassing all lengths, speeds, and styles of sword moves.

These seventeen forms were compiled by Zuo Lengchan based on the remaining sword techniques of the sect.

He refined the best and discarded the rest!

All the sword moves that were not sufficiently ruthless or grand in the original swordplay had been modified or removed.

The seventeen forms passed down today were all incredibly vicious sword moves.

Long spears, great halberds, vast stretches of yellow sand, open and powerful stances, and astonishing killing intent.

In an instant, the space within three feet of Su Chen was filled with surging sword energy.

The White Board Fiend's attack was equally shocking.

As a master of the unorthodox path, his martial arts were unusual.

When attacking enemies, he mostly used palm techniques.

Each palm strike brought with it gusts of foul-smelling, cold wind.

As the palm wind howled, it sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling, striking fear into people's hearts.

Facing the combined assault of two Grandmaster experts, Su Chen, who had lost his weapon, did not exhibit the expected panic and unease.

The corners of his mouth curved into a barely perceptible smile.

Since he dared to abandon his weapon, he naturally had his own confidence.

Just before, he had used Martial Arts Points to exchange for ten cubic meters of System Space in the System. He had also conducted tests.

As long as an uncontrolled item was within a five-meter radius, it could be stored in the System Space.

And at this moment, the ring-hilted saber thrown by Zuo Lengchan was precisely within that five-meter range.

Thus, in a place unnoticed by everyone.

The ring-hilted saber that was originally stuck in the ground vanished into thin air.

When it reappeared, it was already in Su Chen's hand.

Seeing this, Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend were both startled.

They hadn't expected Su Chen to produce another saber.

Their eyes instinctively glanced to the side. As expected, the ring-hilted saber had disappeared.

Grandmaster realm experts could easily manipulate objects from a distance using their inner energy.

Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend both knew this.

Therefore, from the very beginning, both of them had been guarding against Su Chen remotely retrieving the ring-hilted saber.

However, no matter how much they guarded against it, they could never have imagined that Su Chen possessed a cheating tool like System Space.

A swordsman with a saber in hand and a swordsman without one were entirely different concepts.

At this moment, Su Chen held the ring-hilted saber, his meridians surging with inner energy, his aura vibrating.

The next second, he directly swung his saber forward.

Second Form of Wu Er Saber Technique - Horizontal Wind and Urgent Rain!

As this move was unleashed, it was like a sudden downpour of wind and rain on a clear, sunny day.

In an instant, the area within three feet of Su Chen was filled with explosive saber light.

From a distance, Su Chen at this moment appeared to be surrounded by a giant ball of saber energy.

Zuo Lengchan and the White Board Fiend, caught off guard, charged directly into the saber light.

At this moment, they felt saber light flowing from all directions, with no way to dodge.

With no other choice, they frantically channeled their inner energy, choosing to resist head-on.

The sounds of clashing metal echoed incessantly.

Zuo Lengchan's broken broadsword snapped completely, and then he was repelled several yards away, his body already covered in saber marks that revealed bone.

The White Board Fiend fared even worse. He met Su Chen's saber light with his bare palms.

As a result, after retreating from the range of the saber light, his entire right palm was devoid of flesh and blood, leaving only bare white bone.

Within a few breaths, the tables had turned!