One Person Fights Twelve

Chapter Nineteen: One Man Fights Twelve

On the highest pavilion in Wudi City, Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze like an eagle's, surveying the entire city. Beside him, his eldest disciple Yu Xinlang stood tall, his long saber held tightly in his hand, its blade shimmering with a cold light, as if speaking of its master's extraordinary nature. Yu Xinlang was also a renowned figure in the martial world, his swordsmanship having already glimpsed the essence of a Land Sword Immortal. Among those of the same cultivation level, he was rarely matched. Yet, at this moment, looking at Wang Ritain, who was stirring up trouble in the city, a hint of complexity appeared in his eyes, and the hand holding his sword trembled involuntarily.

Wang Xianzhi noticed his disciple's unusual behavior. He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling upon Yu Xinlang, and asked softly, "Xinlang, what are your thoughts on this Wang Ritain?"

Yu Xinlang took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and slowly replied, "Master, although Wang Ritain's cultivation level isn't high, his strength is astonishing. His saber technique is filled with a demonic aura that sends chills down one's spine. Just now, when I watched him fight, my sword-wielding hand trembled uncontrollably." After speaking, he raised his hand slightly, a flicker of unwillingness in his eyes.

Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly, his gaze returning to Wang Ritain, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "Indeed, Wang Ritain's saber technique is truly terrifying. However, his blade intent doesn't seem to have been fully displayed. If he could unleash it completely, it would surely shock the world."

Yu Xinlang was startled and looked at his master, asking, "Master, what do you mean..."

Wang Xianzhi narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly, "If this saber technique was truly created by Wang Ritain, with his talent, he will definitely reach the Top Ten of the World's Martial Arts within three years."

Yu Xinlang was deeply shocked by these words. The Top Ten of the World's Martial Arts – what glory, what a realm of power that was. And Wang Ritain was actually regarded so highly by his master; how could this not shock him? He looked at Wang Ritain again, a trace of awe in his eyes.

As dusk deepened, the afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden cloak over every corner of Wudi City. The onlookers, urged by the approaching night, began to disperse. Wang Ritain sat alone on the arena, surrounded by silence, with only the gentle breeze rustling his clothes. His eyes were closed, his aura contained, yet an invisible, powerful force emanated from him.

Wang Ritain's strength had been growing daily over these past few days. Take the Three Points Return to Origin Qi, for instance; if he were to unleash it with full power now, the surge of energy would be enough to destroy more than half of Wudi City. Wang Ritain knew clearly that tomorrow would be the crucial moment for him to make his name throughout the martial world. He opened his eyes slightly, gazing at the sky, and muttered to himself, "Tomorrow, it will be I, Wang Ritain, who makes the entire martial world tremble." With that, he closed his eyes again, continuing his cultivation, preparing for the challenges of the next day.

The next day, as dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight touched the walls of Wudi City, countless martial artists, as if hearing a rallying cry, emerged from all corners of the city. Their eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement, for today, Wang Ritain would ascend the pavilion to challenge the mysterious and powerful Martial Slave.

Although everyone believed the chances of Wang Ritain defeating the Martial Slave were slim, they had to admit that his strength far surpassed that of ordinary people. They discussed amongst themselves, certain that this battle would be a rare and spectacular duel in the martial world over the past decade.

"Although Wang Ritain's odds against the Martial Slave aren't high, he has the courage to challenge, which makes him a true man."

"Yes, no matter the outcome, this battle will surely be breathtaking."

As the sun climbed higher, its light growing more dazzling, Wang Ritain slowly opened his eyes and stood up, walking forward step by step. Each of his steps was steady and powerful, and the aura around him grew increasingly intense, as if it would break through the heavens and soar into the highest skies.

Those who had previously fought Wang Ritain were startled by his appearance now. They realized that Wang Ritain was even stronger than he had been yesterday. While they still didn't believe Wang Ritain could defeat the Martial Slave, they had to admit that he was an undeniable martial arts prodigy. Given a few more years, he would undoubtedly become a top expert in the martial world.

The twelve Martial Slaves, having received the news, were already waiting for Wang Ritain on the city wall's pavilion. They were all former top experts of the martial world who had willingly become slaves after losing to Wang Xianzhi in the past. Among them were swordsmen with superb swordsmanship, saber wielders with fierce saber techniques, Spear Technique Grandmasters with incredible spear skills, Fist Technique Grandmasters with unmatched powerful punches, as well as Zither Masters proficient in music, and Chess Masters skilled in strategy. Each of them had once been renowned throughout the martial world; any one of them could have easily suppressed Xuanyuan Jingxuan. The strongest among them had a power level close to the Great Finger Profound Realm. The combined might of these twelve would make even a Great Celestial Phenomenon realm expert hesitate.

The onlookers, gazing at the twelve Martial Slaves on the city wall and then at Wang Ritain, who was walking towards the pavilion, shook their heads. In their eyes, Wang Ritain, in his youthful arrogance, was undoubtedly seeking his own demise by challenging the Martial Slaves, and would surely perish here.

"This Wang Ritain is still too young. How can one easily challenge a Martial Slave?"

"Yes, he's probably going to his death."

Even the twelve Martial Slaves sighed inwardly when they saw Wang Ritain coming to challenge them. They knew Wang Ritain's talent and strength well. If he had a few more years to cultivate, given his growth rate, they might truly not be his match.

Wang Ritain arrived at the foot of the pavilion and looked up, seeing the twelve Martial Slaves looking down at him. One of the swordsman Martial Slaves frowned slightly and spoke, advising, "Kid, turn back now. Don't throw your life away for nothing."

Wang Ritain smiled upon hearing this, then discarded the long saber in his hand. He turned, reached out, and grabbed a long sword from a nearby martial artist. He swung it lightly and said, "This sword is good enough."

Wang Ritain's actions immediately ignited the fury of the twelve Martial Slaves. In their eyes, Wang Ritain was belittling them. The swordsman Martial Slave's eyes blazed, and the aura around him instantly surged, a fearsome sword energy gathering around him. He pointed at Wang Ritain and roared, "Kid, you are too arrogant! Today, I will let you know the might of us Martial Slaves!" With that, he drew his sword and unleashed a sharp sword energy towards Wang Ritain. Where the sword energy passed, the bricks and stones on the pavilion shattered, sending debris flying.