Slaying an Opponent Above His Level!

Slaying an Opponent Above His Level!

Wang Ritain stood tall, releasing his qi without restraint. The dense demonic energy surged around him like black flames, wild and terrifying.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng lay gravely wounded on the ground, feeling as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. The immense pressure of Wang Ritain's aura bore down on her, turning her face even paler. She regretted underestimating him before.

Xuanyuan Jingxuan forced himself to endure his discomfort, his gaze fixed on Wang Ritain. He snorted. "Hmph, Wang Ritain, you do have some tricks, and reason to be so confident. But don't forget: the gulf between the Three Shattered Realms isn't something you can cross so easily. You're as good as dead today!"

Though he spoke with such confidence, deep down he felt uneasy. Wang Ritain's strength had already exceeded his expectations.

By now, the Xuanyuan Family's retainers had begun arriving. Two or three dozen of them quickly gathered around the area, forming a wall of people to keep back the nearby martial artists who had hurried over at the sound of the commotion. The onlookers stood in the distance, stretching onto their tiptoes, their eyes filled with curiosity and tension as they whispered among themselves.

"Can Wang Ritain really stand against Xuanyuan Jingxuan, who's in the Finger Profound Realm? I think he's just running on fumes."

"Exactly. A Finger Profound Realm expert can make the whole martial world tremble with a single stomp. No matter how formidable Wang Ritain is, he can't win a challenge against someone a whole realm above him."

The crowd was curious about Wang Ritain's strength, but in their eyes, the idea that he could defeat Xuanyuan Jingxuan, a Finger Profound Realm expert, was pure fantasy.

Xuanyuan Jingxuan took a deep breath and circulated his qi, trying to recover his strength. Wang Ritain had injured him with a sneak attack, but thanks to the deep reserves of a Finger Profound Realm expert, his qi had suffered little real damage. After a moment, his aura gradually steadied, and he was able to bring out more than ninety percent of his strength. With power like that, he could sweep aside any Great Grandmaster in the martial world.

"Wang Ritain, prepare to die!" Xuanyuan Jingxuan roared, murder in his eyes. His protective qi surged out like a raging tide. In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and the temperature plummeted. Everyone felt their breathing catch. Under the crushing pressure, the noisy chatter fell silent, and all eyes fixed tensely on the two men.

Xuanyuan Jingxuan took a step forward. The ground beneath his foot sank, leaving a deep imprint. He slowly raised his right hand and pointed a finger. It seemed like a casual gesture, yet it contained terrifying power. The pressure crashed down like a raging sea, crushing the earth beneath them as the nearby stones shattered.

Seeing this, Wang Ritain showed no fear. Instead, a flicker of excitement crossed his eyes. He let out a shout, and the long saber in his hands turned pitch-black as dense demonic energy billowed from its blade, sending chills through everyone who saw it. He gripped the saber with both hands, lifted it high, then brought it down with a mighty slash. A gigantic blade aura, carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth, roared forward to intercept Xuanyuan Jingxuan's attack.

"Boom!" The two forces collided in midair with a deafening blast. A powerful shock wave spread outward from the point of impact. Xuanyuan Qingfeng, standing nearby, was knocked to the ground. Her already battered body suffered even worse injuries, and she spat out a mouthful of blood that stained the earth.

When the dust settled, Wang Ritain stood firmly in place, his expression unchanged, as if that earth-shattering blow had left him untouched. Everyone stared in stunned disbelief. Wang Ritain, a Half-step Grandmaster, had met a Finger Profound Realm expert's attack head-on and held his ground. If word of this spread, it would be enough to place him among the martial world's top prodigies.

"H-How is this possible?"

"Wang Ritain—he's actually this powerful!"

The martial artists in the distance cried out in astonishment, seeing Wang Ritain's strength in an entirely new light.

Seeing Wang Ritain standing unharmed, Xuanyuan Jingxuan's fury burned even hotter. He had thought that one attack would be enough to gravely injure Wang Ritain, but the man had proved astonishingly resilient. "Wang Ritain, well done! I'll tear you to pieces today!" Enraged and humiliated, Xuanyuan Jingxuan unleashed ten palms in quick succession. Each strike carried powerful qi. Wherever they landed, the air rang and the ground split into deep fissures, as if everything within a hundred meters would be shattered.

Facing Xuanyuan Jingxuan's frenzied assault, Wang Ritain laughed aloud. "Bring it on!" He swung his long saber and charged into the range of Xuanyuan Jingxuan's attacks like a demon god. Qi surged wildly across the hundred-meter battlefield as blade auras and palm strikes crashed into one another with a series of thunderous booms.

The longer Xuanyuan Jingxuan fought, the more shocked he became. Though Wang Ritain hadn't reached the Three Shattered Realms, the qi within him seemed even more refined than his own. Every time their qi collided, Xuanyuan Jingxuan felt a powerful force rebound through his arm, leaving it numb. Unease crept into his heart. He realized that he might have encountered a true rival today.

"Impossible! You're only a Half-step Grandmaster. How can you be this powerful?" Xuanyuan Jingxuan roared, his voice trembling.

Wang Ritain sneered. "Xuanyuan Jingxuan, today is the day you die!" He swung his saber even faster, its blade aura mingling with demonic energy as if it would devour heaven and earth.

The battle descended into madness. Xuanyuan Jingxuan ignored his injuries and unleashed his qi without restraint. Every punch and palm strike carried the resolve to kill, as if he meant to shatter everything before him. Wang Ritain met every attack head-on, fighting Xuanyuan Jingxuan to the death with indomitable will and formidable strength.

A hundred moves, a hundred and twenty... The two fought for a full hundred and fifty moves. The entire battlefield lay in ruins. The ground was battered and pitted, the nearby trees cut clean through, and their branches and leaves were strewn everywhere.

When the fighting ended, Wang Ritain was covered in blood, his body riddled with wounds and his clothes stained red. He had suffered severe internal injuries; every breath brought agonizing pain. Yet his gaze remained resolute, and he still gripped his saber tightly.

Xuanyuan Jingxuan was in even worse shape. His qi was exhausted, and he could no longer suppress his injuries. Blood streamed from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth as he knelt halfway on the ground, his body swaying. He could no longer stand. Terror and resentment filled his eyes. He had never imagined that he, a mighty Finger Profound Realm expert, would be driven to such a desperate plight by a Half-step Grandmaster.

Dragging his saber, Wang Ritain walked toward Xuanyuan Jingxuan one step at a time. His steps were heavy, yet unwavering. Each one left a bloody footprint on the ground.

"So what if you're in the Finger Profound Realm? I'll kill you today!" Wang Ritain reached Xuanyuan Jingxuan and let out a roar, lifting his saber high.

Xuanyuan Jingxuan looked at Wang Ritain, despair in his eyes. "No..." His voice was weak, but filled with resentment.

But Wang Ritain didn't hesitate. His saber fell. A flash of cold light streaked past, and Xuanyuan Jingxuan's head flew from his shoulders as blood gushed forth. Before the eyes of the crowd, Wang Ritain had slain Xuanyuan Jingxuan, a Finger Profound Realm expert.

"Oh my god, Wang Ritain really did it!"

"He actually killed a Finger Profound Realm expert despite the difference in their realms!"

The martial artists in the distance cried out in shock as they watched.