Crushing

Chapter Twenty: Crushing

The swordsman martial slave unleashed its full-power strike.

Wherever the potent sword energy passed, the air seemed to be sliced by a sharp blade, emitting a "hissing" sound.

Everyone felt a prickling sensation on their scalps, and a chill seeped into their bones. The sword energy was too sharp, causing countless people to retreat in terror, their faces filled with shock.

"Is this the strength of Wang Xianzhi's martial slaves? It's too terrifying!"

A young martial artist said, his voice trembling. His legs felt weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

"Yeah, with such power, it's no wonder they can stop so many martial artists from challenging Wang Xianzhi. Those who challenged Wang Ritain yesterday are nothing compared to this martial slave."

Outside the city, some martial artists who had just arrived also felt this dense sword energy. The experts wielding swords felt their long swords tremble uncontrollably, as if surrendering to this powerful sword energy. However, some experts in the Three Shattered Realms had their eyes gleaming with excitement. They knew that the duel between the young heavenly prodigy and the martial slave today would be a spectacular battle, and they might even glean some truths of the martial path from it.

The swordsman martial slave's sword intent was resolute and filled with killing intent, as if it intended to completely slay Wang Ritain. However, Wang Ritain looked at the sharp sword energy and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Your sword moves are indeed good," Wang Ritain said softly. Though his voice wasn't loud, it resonated like a great bell in everyone's ears.

With that, Wang Ritain slowly raised his sword finger. In an instant, sword energy sharper than the martial slave's erupted from his fingertip. This sword energy, like an invisible sharp blade, cut through the air with a piercing whistle. Wang Ritain gently pointed, and the invisible sword energy instantly burst forth, charging towards the martial slave's sword energy.

With a "crack," the martial slave's sword energy shattered like fragile glass. The invisible sword energy, however, did not stop, flying directly towards the martial slave. The martial slave saw a cold glint flash before his eyes, and a chill swept over him. He instinctively tried to dodge, but found his body seemingly bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

The sword energy grazed past the martial slave, who felt a chill on his neck. Then, a trickle of blood slowly seeped from his neck. The martial slave's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He could never have imagined that Wang Ritain's sword energy would be so terrifying, and his own full-power strike so vulnerable before him.

"I... I lost," the martial slave said with difficulty, his voice filled with unwillingness. He knew clearly that Wang Ritain had clearly held back with his last strike, otherwise, he would have already lost his life.

Seeing this, the surrounding martial artists gasped. Their eyes were filled with shock and awe. "Wang Ritain didn't go all out yesterday at all. Just how strong is he?"

"Yeah, to defeat the martial slave so easily, he's already the makings of a top-tier expert."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, gaining a new understanding of Wang Ritain's strength. They knew that Wang Ritain's appearance would surely stir up a storm in the martial world.

Wang Ritain smiled and looked at the martial slave, asking softly, "Do you want to continue?" The long sword in his hand, still sheathed, seemed to exude an endless pressure, causing the surrounding air to solidify.

The injured martial slave retreated silently. At this moment, three more powerful swordsman martial slaves slowly stepped forward. Their eyes were filled with fighting spirit. One of them exuded a majestic sword intent, his aura so powerful that it was suspected to have reached the Great Finger Profound Realm.

Wang Ritain looked at these three martial slaves, his smile widening. He knew that the stronger these three martial slaves were, the higher the Prestige Points he would gain after defeating them. "Come at me together," Wang Ritain said calmly, his voice filled with confidence.

The three swordsman martial slaves exchanged glances, a hint of solemnity flashing in their eyes. Although they believed Wang Ritain might have used some special secret technique and his strength might not be sustainable, they dared not be careless in the face of Wang Ritain's powerful aura.

In an instant, all three drew their long swords simultaneously, and different sword intents erupted. One martial slave's sword intent was like a surging river, continuous and unending; another's was like lightning, swift and fierce; and the one suspected to be in the Great Finger Profound Realm had a sword intent as solid and powerful as a majestic mountain.

The three sword intents intertwined, and the atmosphere of Wudi City instantly became oppressive. Everyone felt as if the Heavenly Phenomenon above their heads was about to change. The clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred by an invisible force, churning restlessly. This terrifying scene filled everyone with fear.

"These three martial slaves are too strong! Wang Ritain is in grave danger this time."

"Indeed, with such powerful sword intent, even a Great Celestial Phenomenon expert would have to be careful."

The crowd discussed, their eyes filled with worry. Although they hoped Wang Ritain would create a miracle, their hopes gradually dwindled in the face of such powerful opponents.

However, Wang Ritain showed no fear. He let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the city. "Only such powerful opponents are worthy of my sword," Wang Ritain said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

With that, the long sword in Wang Ritain's hand was slowly unsheathed. In an instant, sword intent potent enough to suppress the entire city appeared out of thin air. This sword intent, like a colossal sword, pierced straight into the heavens. All the experts felt a heaviness in their hearts, and the true qi within their bodies seemed to be suppressed by a powerful force, hindering their circulation. The martial artists felt an even deeper fear, as if Wang Ritain before them was a demon god from hell.

The three swordsman martial slaves facing Wang Ritain directly were even more shocked, their hands trembling. They felt Wang Ritain's sword intent surge towards them like a raging tide, and their own sword intents were in danger of being shattered by this immense power.

"We can't just wait to be defeated, strike first!" the martial slave suspected to be in the Great Finger Profound Realm shouted.

Hearing this, the three of them simultaneously forced the true qi within their bodies. In an instant, three terrifying sword energies enveloped Wang Ritain. This sword energy was so powerful that even an unsuspecting Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert could be injured.

Wang Ritain looked at these three sword energies, his eyes showing no fear. He took a step forward, and the sword energy around him surged towards the sky. "Sword Twenty-One!" Wang Ritain roared, and the long sword in his hand slashed down fiercely.

A massive sword energy was unleashed from Wang Ritain's sword, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the sky. Wherever this sword energy passed, everything was shattered. Bricks and stones on the pavilions exploded, sending debris flying. The three martial slaves' sword energies were instantly shattered by this immense power.

The three swordsman martial slaves felt a powerful force rush towards them. They had no time to react before being sent flying by this force. The three of them traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground. They clutched half-broken swords, looking utterly disheveled.

Countless martial artists stared with wide eyes, fixed on the scene, unable to believe what they were seeing. Wang Ritain had defeated three powerful swordsman martial slaves with a single sword strike.