Chapter Twenty-Nine: Yu Xinlang Was Defeated

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Yu Xinlang Was Defeated

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

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a peculiar light flickering in them.

Deng Tai'a admired the weighty Sword Intent Yu Xinlang had displayed.

"Yu Xinlang truly has extraordinary talent. His Sword Intent is as weighty as a mountain. If he continues to grow, he'll surely carve out a place for himself in the martial world." Deng Tai'a murmured, a note of praise in his voice. But when his gaze shifted to Wang Ritain, his expression turned unreadable.

Wang Ritain's Sword Intent, which seemed like the Heavenly Dao, was beyond Deng Tai'a's ability to fathom.

He instinctively touched the sword case on his back and wondered, What on earth happened to Wang Ritain? Why does he possess such terrifying Sword Intent? Curiosity filled Deng Tai'a's eyes, as if Wang Ritain were a mysterious puzzle waiting to be solved.

As the battle continued, the two had already exchanged over a hundred moves. Yu Xinlang's face gradually paled, and his breathing grew labored. He knew his true qi was running low. Against Wang Ritain's relentless attacks, surging like a mighty river, he was finding it harder and harder to keep up. Wang Ritain's true qi is astonishingly abundant—almost on par with someone in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm! How is he doing this? Yu Xinlang was astounded, and a trace of despair crept in. To him, Wang Ritain was a monster among monsters. The gap between them seemed immense.

But Yu Xinlang was a top expert. He wouldn't give up so easily. "Hmph. No matter how strong you are, I won't let you defeat me without a fight!" Yu Xinlang gritted his teeth, a look of grim resolve flashing in his eyes. In an instant, his Sword Intent erupted, and his aura surged. "Sword, return! Soul, scatter!" he roared. A desolate, weighty Sword Intent crashed toward Wang Ritain like a raging tide. It carried immense power; wherever it passed, the sea was instantly stilled, its surface turning as smooth as a vast mirror. Yet beneath that calm lurked a tremendous danger. The onlookers felt an overwhelming pressure bear down on them, and many couldn't help groaning.

"Yu Xinlang still had such a move up his sleeve! Is this his true strength?" a martial-world figure cried, eyes wide with shock.

"Indeed. That move is astonishingly powerful. Wang Ritain may be in trouble this time," another martial artist agreed, his face filled with concern.

Cao Changqing stood to one side, watching Yu Xinlang's move, and nodded slightly. "With that move, Yu Xinlang has reached the level of a half-step Heavenly Phenomenon Realm martial artist. If I didn't go all out, I'd struggle to suppress him," Cao Changqing said softly, his eyes gleaming with solemnity.

Faced with such a powerful attack, Wang Ritain showed no fear. His gaze resolute, he swept his sword through the air. In an instant, countless sword auras converged, forming a colossal sword that hung in the sky. It radiated a terrifying aura, as if it could cleave the whole world apart. "Sword Twenty-Two!" Wang Ritain roared, bringing the enormous sword down hard against Yu Xinlang's Sword Intent.

BOOM! The thunderous impact sounded like heaven and earth collapsing. The sea split apart, a vast channel stretching into the distance. The crowd stared at the terrifying sight, drawing in sharp breaths. Even Vajra Realm martial artists could hardly believe that someone at their level could create such a spectacle. The immense force struck Yu Xinlang, churning his blood and qi until he nearly lost his grip on his sword. His face turned deathly pale, shock and unwillingness filling his eyes.

Wang Ritain's Sword Twenty-Two is terrifying! Yu Xinlang marveled inwardly, a trace of fear creeping into his heart. He knew that unless he gave everything he had, defeat was inevitable.

Yu Xinlang began frantically burning through his true qi, trying to turn the tide. His Sword Intent grew increasingly solid, the air around him seeming to freeze as the seawater stopped flowing. The entire battlefield fell into dead silence. Wang Ritain watched him, his expression still calm. He drew a deep breath and swung his sword again. In an instant, sword auras rained down from the sky, shrouding the entire battlefield. The onlookers saw nothing but a field of white and couldn't make out what was happening.

Wang Xianzhi stood atop the city wall, his brows furrowed. He understood that even if Yu Xinlang fought to the death, he couldn't withstand Wang Ritain's sword auras. Given enough time, Yu Xinlang was sure to lose. "Wang Ritain really is extraordinary. I'm afraid Yu Xinlang is going to lose this time," Wang Xianzhi said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

Another hundred moves passed. Sword auras shot into the sky, then enormous waves crashed down. At last, the battlefield fell quiet. The crowd looked closely and saw Wang Ritain standing calmly on the surface of the sea. His sleeves were somewhat damaged, but his breathing remained steady. Though he had expended a great deal of true qi, he hadn't suffered any serious injuries. Yu Xinlang, meanwhile, looked utterly battered. He panted heavily, the web between his thumb and forefinger split, blood dripping from it. The crowd stared in astonishment. Before the fight, most had thought Wang Ritain would lose to Yu Xinlang. Yet after three hundred moves, Yu Xinlang had fallen completely onto the back foot.

"H-How can this be? Yu Xinlang actually lost?" a young martial artist stammered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Indeed. Wang Ritain's strength is far beyond anything we imagined," another martial artist said with a sigh.

Yu Xinlang looked at Wang Ritain, a complex expression flashing through his eyes. "Wang Ritain, your strength exceeded my expectations. But I haven't lost yet!" he said through gritted teeth. Then he held his sword horizontally before his chest, his whole body glowing crimson. The sword in his hand began to tremble violently. In that moment, Yu Xinlang's weighty Sword Intent transformed into the sharpest edge imaginable. This Sword Intent seemed capable of tearing anything apart, its power astonishing.

Wang Ritain watched Yu Xinlang intently. He knew Yu Xinlang was about to unleash his final killing move. Wang Ritain drew a deep breath and infused the demonic qi of the Seven Demonic Blades into his sword technique. In an instant, the crimson light and pitch-black demonic qi collided, unleashing tremendous power. The seawater exploded outward, forming a colossal tsunami that surged toward Wudi City.

"Disaster! If that tsunami hits Wudi City, the consequences will be unthinkable!" a martial-world figure cried in terror.

As the crowd panicked, Wang Xianzhi flashed into view atop the city wall. He swept one hand out, sending an invisible force toward the tsunami. BOOM! The tsunami was halted by Wang Xianzhi's force and slowly receded. Seeing this, the crowd breathed a collective sigh of relief.

At last, everyone could see what had happened on the battlefield. Wang Ritain was covered in blood, yet he still stood firm on the sea. Yu Xinlang, on the other hand, was gravely injured and had nearly lost the ability to fight. But just as everyone thought the battle was about to end, Yu Xinlang struggled to rise above the water. Determination shone in his eyes. "I can't lose! Wudi City's honor must not be tarnished!" he shouted. Then a hazy figure slowly appeared behind him. It was Wang Xianzhi. The phantom form radiated an utterly terrifying aura, as if it could destroy the whole world.

Deng Tai'a's expression shifted slightly at the sight. That's... Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will! Yu Xinlang can actually draw upon Wang Xianzhi's Martial Dao Will! Deng Tai'a marveled inwardly, filled with anticipation about how the battle would end.

Chapter Thirty: An Invincible Martial Dao Will? I Have a Sword