Why Resort to Blades and Spears?

The dueling arena was sacred. Any martial artist who stepped onto it would carry a heart full of reverence. Yet after Jun Changxiao went up, he first picked his nose, then combed his hair, utterly overturning everyone's worldview!

"Ahhh!"

Wei Yinu roared again.

Just as he was about to unleash the power he had gathered for so long, that man was over there combing his hair!

What was this?

This was barefaced contempt for him!

Intolerable, absolutely intolerable!

Whoosh!

Wei Yinu stepped forward, his fists gripping the condensed balls of energy. His whole face twisted to the extreme as he said, "Die!"

Whoosh whoosh—

Both fists blasted forth together, carrying a chilling momentum!

The martial artists closest to the Grudge Stage changed expression and hurriedly retreated several steps, afraid of being caught in the shockwave.

"Too terrifying!"

"That force must be at least two thousand five hundred pounds!"

"Even a Fierce Beast comparable to a Martial Apprentice couldn't withstand it!"

Everyone's hair stood on end in shock!

Yet when they looked at Jun Changxiao, they found that he had just finished combing his hair and was slowly tucking the wooden comb into his belt.

Elder Wei was charging in with earth-shaking force, while he remained as still as an ancient well.

Brother, you really were steady!

Whoosh!

At that moment, Jun Changxiao raised both hands, facing the incoming fists head-on.

Everyone could not help wondering, was Sect Leader Jun finally going to make a move?

Boom!

Boom!

The explosions rang out, slightly deafening.

The martial artists of every sect braced against the oncoming blast wave and looked over, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

On the stage, Jun Changxiao stood where he was, his raised palms catching Wei Yinu's fists, an unconcerned smile still hanging on his face.

"No way!"

"He caught that too?"

"Could his Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt Martial Technique have reached Mortal Grade High Stage?!"

Everyone was utterly shocked.

Wei Yinu maintained his striking posture and said in disbelief, "H-how could this be..."

He had unleashed the Brilliant Myriad-Force Radiant Gold-Stone Fist and built up its momentum. It was undoubtedly his strongest current burst of power, yet that man had caught it so easily again!

At that moment, Elder Wei's heart nearly shattered.

"Hey."

Jun Changxiao said, "Use whatever other moves you have."

Huff, huff!

Wei Yinu breathed rapidly, his face savage.

"Elder Wei can't go on!"

"High-grade Martial Techniques may be powerful, but they consume a great deal of Spirit Power!"

"His earlier barrage already drained quite a bit of his power, and now he has used that fist technique too. He is probably completely spent."

"Completely spent?"

Elder Wei retreated several steps, lowered his head, covered his face, and once more let out a "Hahaha" laugh.

He was laughing again?

Everyone looked utterly dumbfounded.

"Kid!"

Elder Wei gradually raised his head and lifted one hand, saying sinisterly, "Did you think this old man only had Martial Techniques?"

Whoosh whoosh!

A large blade appeared out of thin air.

Clearly, he had summoned his weapon from his Spatial Ring.

Boom!

The large blade struck the ground, making the stone slabs tremble faintly.

"That blade is heavy!"

"Look, the character 'Fan' is engraved on its body. It is a weapon forged by Master Fan!"

Everyone cried out in alarm.

Master Fan was a top Master Craftsman of the Starfall Continent!

Over his lifetime, he had forged countless weapons, and every single one was regarded as a treasure by martial artists across the continent!

Whoosh!

Wei Yinu held the blade level. While slowly and methodically wiping it with his sleeve, he proudly said, "I spent a fortune to acquire this blade. I have always cherished it as my life itself. Today is the first time I have displayed it before others."

Jun Changxiao pointed at the blade and smiled. "There are chips on its edge. One glance is enough to tell it is defective."

Wei Yinu roared, "A weapon forged by Master Fan is incomparably precious even if it has flaws. Do not use words like 'defective' to insult it!"

"..." Jun Changxiao was speechless.

He had merely spoken the truth. Was there any need to fly into such a rage?

He did not understand that on the Starfall Continent, weapons were extremely important to martial artists, and Master Fan's weapons were especially precious. They could not tolerate even the slightest denial of that fact.

"Kid."

Wei Yinu's gaze was cold and sharp as he said, "Today, I will use your blood to consecrate my Golden Dragon Broadsword!"

"Oh."

Jun Changxiao said as he picked his nose.

Wei Yinu's pride was viciously whipped once more. He tightly gripped the Golden Dragon Broadsword and said in a low voice, "What cannot be endured, who can endure..."

Whoosh whoosh!

Powerful Spirit Power spread out and wound around the Golden Dragon Broadsword, instantly erupting with a heavy aura.

"Elder Wei is about to strike!"

"This blade must be Mortal Grade. Once infused with a martial artist's Spirit Power, killing a Martial Apprentice should be as easy as turning over one's hand!"

"Sect Leader Jun is in danger!"

Whoosh!

Wei Yinu pointed his blade at Jun Changxiao and said coldly, "Draw your weapon!"

Weapon against weapon was a rule of the Sparring Platform. If someone relied on having a weapon to bully an unarmed opponent, he would be mocked and despised by his peers.

"It is only a minor grudge."

Jun Changxiao said, "Fists are enough to settle it. Why resort to blades and spears?"

"..."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

Sect Leader Jun, it was precisely because his fists could not handle you that he had resorted to blades and spears!

"Enough nonsense!"

Wei Yinu nearly roared, "Draw your weapon and fight me to the death!"

He was furious. He was aggrieved.

He wanted to cleave the Iron Bone Sect's sect leader in two with a single slash, viciously venting his fury and resentment!

"Fine."

Jun Changxiao raised his hand.

Clang.

Lu Qianqian's sword left its sheath.

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "I have a sword."

A sword?

Lu Qianqian looked utterly stunned.

Whoosh—

A sword appeared out of thin air beneath Jun Changxiao's palm.

Two pearls were set into the scabbard, radiating dazzling blue light beneath the sun.

Lu Qianqian said gravely, "This sword is extraordinary!"

"Tch."

Wei Yinu said disdainfully, "A sword is an instrument for killing enemies. Embedding jewels into its scabbard makes it nothing more than an ornament."

The martial artists of every sect deeply agreed.

What mattered in a sword was sharpness. No matter how fine the scabbard's decorations were, they were only for refined scholars to put on an air of elegance.

"You have drawn your weapon, so this old man will use his blade!"

Wei Yinu gripped the hilt with both hands and poured the last of his Spirit Power into the blade. At once, it stirred up an even heavier aura!

"Desert Blade Technique!"

He shouted coldly. Veins bulged across his arms as he raised the Golden Dragon Broadsword high and fiercely slashed it toward Jun Changxiao!

The martial artists of every sect opened their mouths, for within their field of vision, a blade aura roughly two meters long shot forward close to the ground!

Crack crack crack—

Wherever it passed, dents appeared in the stone slabs!

Gasp!

Everyone sucked in a cold breath.

Elder Wei not only possessed a blade forged by Master Fan, but also a dedicated blade technique. The power of this strike could probably shatter a Martial Apprentice outright!

The next moment.

Everyone looked at Jun Changxiao.

How would he face such a domineering slash? Would he continue using the Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt to withstand it head-on?

Clang!

Jun Changxiao gripped the hilt and swiftly drew his sword.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The first form of the Nine Wave Sword Style, the second form, the third form... In the blink of an eye, he consecutively swung eight forms, then slashed out amid wave upon wave—the ninth form!

Whoosh whoosh!

Eight layers of waves converged as one, transforming into a ribbon-like Sword Qi that flew forth.

From drawing the sword to launching the strike, the entire process was incredibly fast!

By the time everyone caught sight of the condensed Sword Qi, it had already met the heavy blade aura!

Bang!

The blade aura was directly cleaved apart!

The Sword Qi's force did not diminish as it rushed toward Wei Yinu!

"This..."

The martial artists of every sect stood dumbstruck.

"Not good!"

Wei Yinu's expression changed in horror. Instinctively, he held the Golden Dragon Broadsword horizontally before himself.

Bang!

The Sword Qi struck the blade's surface, producing a ringing metallic sound.

Crack—

Immediately afterward, the Mortal Grade Golden Dragon Broadsword forged by Master Fan shattered before everyone's eyes!

As the broken fragments of the blade flew past him, Wei Yinu had already become as stunned as a wooden chicken.

The Sword Qi, its power undiminished, slashed down viciously onto his shoulder. His entire right arm flew out and landed on a stone slab three meters away. The hand severed from his body naturally loosened, and the Golden Dragon Broadsword, now reduced to only a hilt, rolled down after it.

"Ah!"

A pained scream rang out from the Grudge Stage...