Yu Xinlang Is Defeated

Chapter 29: Yu Xinlang is Defeated

Deng Tai'a stood amidst the crowd, his gaze fixed intently on the battlefield.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a peculiar glint flashing within them.

Deng Tai'a felt a considerable appreciation for the profound sword intent Yu Xinlang displayed.

"This Yu Xinlang truly has extraordinary talent. His sword intent is as heavy as a mountain; if he can continue to grow, he will undoubtedly secure a place in the martial world in the future," Deng Tai'a murmured to himself, his voice laced with a hint of admiration. However, when his gaze shifted to Wang Ritain, his expression became inscrutable.

Wang Ritain's sword intent, akin to the Heavenly Dao itself, was something Deng Tai'a couldn't fathom at all.

He subconsciously touched the sword box on his back, pondering inwardly, "What exactly has happened to this Wang Ritain? Why does he possess such terrifying sword intent?" Deng Tai'a's eyes were filled with curiosity, as if Wang Ritain were a mysterious enigma waiting for him to unravel.

As the battle raged on, the two had already exchanged over a hundred blows. Yu Xinlang's complexion gradually turned pale, and his breathing grew rapid. He knew clearly that his true qi was beginning to falter. Facing Wang Ritain's relentless attacks, which flowed like an unending river, he felt increasingly strained. "This Wang Ritain's true qi is so incredibly potent, it's comparable to the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm! How did he achieve this?" Yu Xinlang marveled inwardly, a sense of despair creeping in. In his eyes, Wang Ritain was a monstrous prodigy, and compared to him, Yu Xinlang felt like he was worlds apart.

However, Yu Xinlang was, after all, a top-tier expert. How could he surrender so easily? "Hmph, no matter how strong you are, I won't be defeated by you so readily!" Yu Xinlang gritted his teeth, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. In an instant, his sword intent erupted completely, his aura surging. "Sword, return! Soul, scatter!" Yu Xinlang roared, and a desolate, heavy sword intent surged towards Wang Ritain like a crashing tide. This sword intent, imbued with boundless power, calmed the surrounding seawater as it passed, leaving the surface eerily still, like a giant mirror. Yet, beneath this tranquility lay immense danger, and the spectators felt an overwhelming pressure wash over them, many letting out involuntary groans.

"Yu Xinlang actually has such a move! Is this his true strength?" a martial artist exclaimed in shock.

"Indeed, the power of this strike is astonishing. Wang Ritain might be in trouble this time," another martial artist echoed, a worried expression on his face.

Cao Changqing stood to the side, observing Yu Xinlang's move, and nodded slightly. "With this move, Yu Xinlang is already half a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm martial artist. If I don't go all out, it might be difficult to suppress him," Cao Changqing said softly, his eyes gleaming with a serious light.

Facing such a formidable attack, Wang Ritain showed no fear. His gaze was resolute as he swung his long sword. Instantly, countless streams of sword energy converged, forming a colossal sword that hovered in the air. This sword emanated a terrifying aura, as if it were about to cleave the very heavens and earth. "Sword Twenty-Two!" Wang Ritain bellowed, and the massive sword, meeting Yu Xinlang's sword intent, slashed down fiercely.

"Boom!" A deafening roar, like the sky collapsing and the earth shattering. The sea surface was instantly split in two, a vast channel of water extending into the distance. Witnessing this terrifying spectacle, everyone gasped in unison. Even martial artists in the Vajra Realm found it hard to believe that such a phenomenon could be produced by someone of their level. Struck by this immense power, Yu Xinlang felt his blood essence surge, and the sword in his hand nearly slipped. His face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with shock and unwillingness.

"This Sword Twenty-Two of Wang Ritain is truly terrifying!" Yu Xinlang marveled inwardly, a sense of dread also washing over him. He knew that without unleashing his full power, he was destined to lose today.

Thus, Yu Xinlang began to frantically burn the true qi within his body, attempting to salvage the situation. His sword intent grew increasingly solid, the surrounding air seemingly freezing, and the seawater ceased its flow. The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence. Wang Ritain, observing Yu Xinlang's actions, remained calm. He took a deep breath and swung his sword again. Instantly, a torrent of sword energy poured down like a torrential rain, engulfing the entire battlefield. The onlookers could only see a blur of white, unable to discern the unfolding combat.

Wang Xianzhi stood atop the city walls, his brow furrowed. Observing the situation on the battlefield, he knew that even with Yu Xinlang's desperate struggle, he couldn't withstand Wang Ritain's sword energy. In time, Yu Xinlang would surely be defeated. "This Wang Ritain is indeed not simple. Yu Xinlang is likely to lose this time," Wang Xianzhi murmured, a hint of regret in his voice.

After another hundred exchanges, sword energy soared into the sky, followed by the thunderous crash of colossal waves. The battlefield finally returned to tranquility. As everyone looked closely, they saw Wang Ritain standing calmly on the sea's surface. Apart from some damage to his sleeves, his aura remained steady. Although his true qi had been considerably depleted, he was not gravely injured. Yu Xinlang, on the other hand, appeared disheveled, breathing heavily, his tiger's mouth split open and blood dripping continuously. The onlookers gasped in astonishment. Before the fight, most had believed Wang Ritain would be no match for Yu Xinlang, yet after three hundred moves, Yu Xinlang had fallen into a complete disadvantage.

"This... how is this possible? Yu Xinlang actually lost?" a young martial artist exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Indeed, Wang Ritain's strength far exceeds our imagination," another martial artist said with emotion.

Yu Xinlang looked at Wang Ritain, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. "Wang Ritain, your strength is beyond my expectations. However, I haven't lost yet!" Yu Xinlang declared through gritted teeth. With that, he held his sword horizontally across his chest, a crimson glow emanating from his entire body. The long sword in his hand also began to tremble violently. Yu Xinlang's heavy sword intent, at this moment, transformed into an extreme sharpness. This sharp sword intent seemed capable of tearing everything apart, its power astonishing.

Wang Ritain's gaze intensified as he watched Yu Xinlang's actions. He knew Yu Xinlang was about to unleash his final killing blow. Wang Ritain took a deep breath and infused the demonic energy of the Seven Demonic Blades into his sword technique. Instantly, the crimson light and the pitch-black demonic energy collided, unleashing a powerful force. The seawater was blasted apart by this power, forming a colossal tsunami that surged towards Wudi City.

"Not good! If this tsunami reaches Wudi City, the consequences will be unimaginable!" a martial artist cried out in terror.

Just as everyone panicked, Wang Xianzhi flashed forward, instantly appearing on the city walls. He raised his hand and waved, sending an invisible surge of energy towards the tsunami. "Boom!" With a tremendous impact, the tsunami was blocked by Wang Xianzhi's energy and slowly receded. Seeing this, the crowd collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, the onlookers could finally see the state of the battlefield clearly. Wang Ritain stood on the sea, covered in blood, yet still resolutely upright. Yu Xinlang, however, was severely wounded and had almost lost his fighting ability. Yet, just as everyone thought the battle was about to conclude, Yu Xinlang struggled to surface. A determined light flickered in his eyes. "I cannot lose! The dignity of Wudi City must not be sullied!" Yu Xinlang roared. With that, a phantom figure slowly materialized behind him. That figure was none other than Wang Xianzhi. The phantom image of Wang Xianzhi exuded an incredibly terrifying aura, as if poised to destroy the entire world.

Seeing this, Deng Tai'a's expression shifted slightly. "This is... Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will! Yu Xinlang can actually invoke Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will!" Deng Tai'a marveled inwardly, his anticipation for the outcome of this battle reaching a fever pitch.

Chapter 30: Invincible Martial Dao Will? I Have a Sword