Why Resort to Violence

The arena for duels is a sacred place, and martial artists usually step onto it with a sense of reverence. However, after Jun Changxiao stepped up, he first picked his nose and then combed his hair, completely shattering their worldview!

"Argh!"

Wei Yinu roared once again.

Just as he was about to condense the power he had been building up for so long to strike, the man was over there combing his hair!

What was this?

This was blatant, unadulterated contempt!

He couldn't endure it; he absolutely could not endure it!

"Swish!"

Wei Yinu stepped forward, his fists gripping the condensed ball of energy, his entire face twisted to the extreme as he shouted, "Die!"

"Whoosh—"

Both fists slammed forward simultaneously, carrying a cold and fierce momentum!

The martial artists standing closer to the Grudge Stage turned pale and hurriedly retreated several steps, fearing they would be caught in the shockwave.

"Too terrifying!"

"That power must be at least twenty-five hundred jin!"

"Even a ferocious beast comparable to a Martial Apprentice couldn't withstand that!"

The crowd was so shocked that their hair stood on end!

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

While Elder Wei was charging over with such massive momentum, he remained as calm as an ancient well.

Old Brother, you are truly steady!

"Swish!"

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

The crowd couldn't help but wonder, is Sect Leader Jun finally making a move?

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The deafening roars echoed out.

The martial artists from various sects braced against the oncoming shockwave to look, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

On the stage, Jun Changxiao stood his ground, his raised palms catching Wei Yinu's fists, a dismissive smile still hanging on his face.

"No way!"

"He actually caught that?"

"Could his Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt martial technique have already reached the Mortal Grade High Stage?!"

The crowd was stunned beyond belief.

Wei Yinu remained in his striking posture, disbelievingly muttering, "Ho... how is this possible..."

He had unleashed his Brilliant Myriad-Force Radiant Gold-Stone Fist after building up his momentum; it was absolutely his strongest burst of power to date, yet the man had caught it so easily!

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

"Hey."

Jun Changxiao said, "If you have any other moves, use them all."

"Whoosh!"

Wei Yinu's breathing was rapid, his face ferocious.

"Elder Wei is spent!"

"Although high-grade martial techniques are powerful, they consume a lot of spiritual energy!"

"After that previous barrage of attacks, he had already consumed quite a bit, and now that he's used this fist technique, he's likely exhausted."

"Exhausted?"

Elder Wei stepped back a few paces, lowered his head to cover his face, and let out a 'hahaha' laugh once again.

Laughing again?

The crowd looked on in bewilderment.

"Kid!"

Elder Wei slowly raised his head, one hand lifted, and he said with a sinister tone, "Do you think I only have martial techniques?"

"Whoosh!"

A broadsword appeared out of thin air.

It was clear that he had summoned his weapon from his Spatial Ring.

"Boom!"

The broadsword landed, causing the stone floor to tremble slightly.

"This blade is heavy!"

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

The crowd exclaimed in surprise.

Master Fan was the top Master Craftsman on the Starfall Continent!

He had forged thousands of weapons in his lifetime, and every single one was regarded as a treasure by the martial artists of the continent!

"Swish!"

Wei Yinu held the blade out horizontally, slowly wiping it with his sleeve while saying proudly, "I spent a fortune to purchase this blade and have always cherished it like my own life. Today is the first time I have revealed it in front of others."

Jun Changxiao pointed at the blade and laughed, "There are nicks on the edge. It's clearly a defective product."

Wei Yinu roared, "A weapon forged by Master Fan, even with flaws, is still incredibly precious! Do not use words like 'defective product' to insult it!"

"..." Jun Changxiao was speechless.

He was just stating the truth; was there any need to get so enraged?

He didn't understand that on the Starfall Continent, weapons were extremely important to martial artists, and weapons from Master Fan were especially precious, allowing for not even the slightest bit of denial.

"Brat."

Wei Yinu's gaze turned cold and sharp. "Today, I will use your blood to break in my Golden Dragon Broadsword!"

"Oh."

Jun Changxiao said while picking his nose.

Wei Yinu's self-esteem was whipped once again. He gripped the Golden Dragon Broadsword tightly and let out a low growl, "Unbearable, this is absolutely unbearable..."

"Whoosh!"

Powerful spiritual energy surged out, swirling around the Golden Dragon Broadsword and instantly erupting with a heavy aura.

"Elder Wei is about to make his move!"

"This blade must be Mortal-grade. Once infused with a martial artist's spiritual energy, slaying a Martial Apprentice should be effortless!"

"Sect Leader Jun is in danger!"

"Swish!"

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

Weapon against weapon was the rule of the dueling ring. If one relied on having a weapon to bully an unarmed person, they would be mocked and despised by their peers.

"It's just a small grievance."

Jun Changxiao said, "Solving it with fists is enough; why resort to blades and guns?"

"..."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

Sect Leader Jun, the man is only resorting to blades and guns because he couldn't solve you with his fists!

"Enough talk!"

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

He was angry, and he was frustrated.

He wanted to slay the Iron Bone Sect leader with a single strike to vent his rage and resentment!

"Fine."

Jun Changxiao raised his hand.

"Clang."

Lu Qianqian drew her sword.

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

He has a sword?

Lu Qianqian looked stunned.

"Whoosh—"

Under Jun Changxiao's palm, a sword appeared out of thin air.

Two beads were Embedded in the scabbard, emitting a dazzling blue light under the sunlight.

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

"Tch."

Wei Yinu said disdainfully, "A sword is a tool for killing enemies; inlaying jewels on the scabbard is nothing more than a decoration."

Martial artists from various sects expressed their agreement.

A sword is judged by its sharpness; no matter how well-decorated the scabbard is, it is merely something used by scholars and literati to feign elegance.

"Since you've revealed your weapon, I'm going to strike!"

Wei Yinu gripped the handle of his blade with both hands, channeling his remaining spiritual energy into the blade, instantly triggering an even heavier aura!

"Desert Blade Technique!"

He shouted coldly, the veins on his arms bulging as he raised the Golden Dragon Broadsword high and slashed fiercely toward Jun Changxiao!

The martial artists from the various sects opened their mouths wide, because within their field of vision, a blade aura nearly two meters long was shooting forward, skimming right along the ground!

"Crack, crack, crack—"

Wherever it passed, the stone floor was left with deep gouges!

"Hiss!"

Everyone gasped.

Not only did Elder Wei possess a blade forged by Master Fan, but he also had a specialized blade technique; the power of this strike was enough to crush a Martial Apprentice, surely!

The next second.

Everyone looked at Jun Changxiao.

Facing such a powerful blade, how would he respond? Would he continue to resist it head-on with his Golden Bell and Iron Cloth Shirt?

"Clang!"

Jun Changxiao gripped the hilt and drew his sword in a flash.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The first, second, and third forms of the Nine Wave Sword Style... in the blink of an eye, he unleashed eight forms in succession, and amidst the layered waves, he slashed out—the ninth form!

"Whoosh!"

The eight layers of waves converged, transforming into a ribbon of sword aura that flew forward.

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

By the time everyone caught sight of the condensed sword aura, it had already collided with the heavy blade aura!

"Boom!"

The blade aura was shattered instantly!

The sword aura, its momentum undiminished, surged toward Wei Yinu!

"This..."

The martial artists from the various sects were dumbstruck.

"Oh no!"

Wei Yinu's expression turned to one of horror, and he instinctively held the Golden Dragon Broadsword horizontally in front of him.

"Boom!"

The sword aura struck the blade, producing a metallic clang.

"Snap—"

Immediately following, the Mortal-grade Golden Dragon Broadsword forged by Master Fan shattered into pieces right before everyone's eyes!

As the broken blade fragments flew past him, Wei Yinu stood there, stunned like a wooden chicken.

The sword aura, its power still lingering, slashed down fiercely, striking his shoulder. His entire right arm flew off, landing on the stone floor three meters away. The hand, now detached from his body, loosened its grip, and the Golden Dragon Broadsword, now reduced to just a hilt, rolled away.

"Ah!"

A painful scream echoed across the Grudge Stage...