Crushing

Crushing

The sword-wielding martial slave unleashed a full-powered strike.

The powerful sword energy sliced through the air, making a hissing sound as it passed.

Everyone felt their scalps prickle and a chill seep into their bones. The sword energy was so sharp that countless people retreated in terror, their faces filled with shock.

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

A young warrior spoke with a trembling voice. His legs had gone weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

"Indeed. No wonder they've been able to stop so many martial artists from challenging Wang Xianzhi. The people who challenged Wang Ritain yesterday were worlds apart from this martial slave."

Outside the city, some martial artists who had just arrived also felt the dense sword energy. The swords in the hands of the experts among them trembled uncontrollably, as if submitting to its power. Meanwhile, the eyes of some experts in the Three Shattered Realms gleamed with excitement. They knew this duel between a young prodigy and the martial slaves would be a spectacular battle—and might even offer them insight into the true essence of martial arts.

The sword-wielding martial slave's intent was unstoppable, filled with killing intent, as if he meant to cut Wang Ritain down once and for all. Yet Wang Ritain looked at the fierce sword energy and smiled. "Your sword technique is quite good," he said softly. His voice wasn't loud, yet it rang in everyone's ears like a great bell.

With that, Wang Ritain slowly raised two fingers in a sword gesture. In an instant, sword energy sharper than the martial slave's burst from his fingertips. It sliced through the air like an invisible blade, letting out a piercing whistle. Wang Ritain gave a light flick, and the invisible sword energy shot forth, rushing toward the martial slave's attack.

With a sharp crack, the martial slave's sword energy shattered like fragile glass. The invisible blade didn't slow at all; it flew straight toward him. A flash of cold light passed before the martial slave's eyes, and a chill swept over him. He tried to dodge on instinct, only to find himself bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

The sword energy grazed past the martial slave. He felt a chill at his neck, then a thin line of blood slowly seeped from it. His eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't imagine that Wang Ritain's sword energy could be so terrifying. His all-out strike had been utterly helpless against him.

"I... I lost," the martial slave said with difficulty, his voice full of unwillingness. He knew Wang Ritain had clearly held back with that strike. Otherwise, he would already be dead.

The martial artists around them drew in sharp breaths. Their eyes were filled with shock and awe. "Wang Ritain didn't even use his full strength yesterday. Just how strong is he?"

"Exactly. To defeat a martial slave so easily, he's already showing the makings of a top expert."

Everyone discussed Wang Ritain's strength, their understanding of him transformed. They knew his appearance would send shock waves through the martial world.

Wang Ritain smiled at the martial slave and asked softly, "Do you want to continue?" The sheathed sword in his hand seemed to radiate immense pressure, freezing the air around them.

The injured martial slave silently withdrew. Three sword-wielding martial slaves of greater strength stepped forward. Their eyes brimmed with fighting spirit. One of them was surrounded by an immense sword intent, and his aura was so powerful that he seemed to have reached the Great Finger Profound Realm.

Wang Ritain looked at the three martial slaves, his smile growing wider. He knew that the stronger they were, the more Prestige Points he would earn by defeating them. "Come at me together," he said calmly, his voice brimming with confidence.

The three sword-wielding martial slaves exchanged glances, their expressions growing grave. They believed Wang Ritain might have used some special secret technique, one that he couldn't sustain for long. But faced with his powerful presence, they didn't dare let their guard down.

In an instant, all three drew their swords, unleashing three different kinds of sword intent. One martial slave's sword intent surged like a mighty river, unceasing; another's flashed like lightning, swift and fierce. The sword intent of the one who seemed to have reached the Great Finger Profound Realm was like a towering mountain, weighty and powerful.

The three sword intents intertwined, and the atmosphere throughout Wudi City instantly grew oppressive. Everyone felt as if the celestial phenomena above them were about to change. The clouds seemed to churn under an invisible force, roiling without end. The terrifying sight filled everyone with fear.

"These three martial slaves are far too strong! Wang Ritain might be in serious trouble this time."

"Indeed. Even an expert at the Great Celestial Phenomenon level would have to face such powerful sword intent with caution."

Everyone voiced their concerns, their eyes full of worry. They hoped Wang Ritain could work a miracle, but against such powerful opponents, their hopes gradually began to fade.

Wang Ritain, however, showed no fear at all. He laughed loudly, his laughter echoing through the city. "Now this is an opponent worth drawing my sword against," he said, his eyes shining with excitement.

With that, the sword in Wang Ritain's hand slowly slid from its sheath. In an instant, a sword intent powerful enough to suppress the entire city appeared out of nowhere. It was like a giant blade stabbing straight into the clouds. Every expert felt a heavy pressure. The true energy within them seemed suppressed by a powerful force, its flow disrupted. The martial artists felt an even deeper terror, as if Wang Ritain before them were a demon from the depths of hell.

The three sword-wielding martial slaves facing Wang Ritain trembled so violently that their hands shook. His sword intent surged toward them like a raging tide, and their own seemed on the verge of shattering before its might.

"We can't just sit here and wait! Strike first!" shouted the martial slave who seemed to have reached the Great Finger Profound Realm.

At his words, all three forced their true energy into motion. In an instant, three terrifying waves of sword energy descended upon Wang Ritain. They were so powerful that even an unprepared expert in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm might have been injured.

Wang Ritain looked at the three waves of sword energy without a trace of fear. He stepped forward, and sword energy shot skyward around him. "Sword Twenty-One!" he roared, bringing his sword down in a mighty slash.

A colossal wave of sword energy burst from Wang Ritain's blade, streaking across the sky like a brilliant meteor. Everything in its path was cleaved apart. The bricks on the rooftops exploded, sending fragments flying. The three martial slaves' attacks shattered instantly before its overwhelming force.

The three sword-wielding martial slaves felt a powerful force rush toward them. They had no time to react before it sent them flying. They arced through the air, then crashed heavily to the ground. Each clutched half a broken sword, their figures utterly disheveled.

Countless martial artists stared wide-eyed at the scene, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. With a single strike, Wang Ritain had defeated three powerful sword-wielding martial slaves.