Though the Long Sword Is Broken, I Still Have the Strength for One More Saber Strike

Chapter 37: Though the Long Sword is Broken, I Still Have the Strength for Another Saber Strike

The sea outside Wudi City.

Deng Tai'a stood amidst the crowd, his gaze fixed intently on Wang Ritain on the sea.

In his eyes, there was once admiration for Wang Ritain's talent.

In the past, no matter what perilous situation he faced, Deng Tai'a could remain calm and composed. But today, the strength Wang Ritain displayed made it difficult for him to maintain that composure.

"This Wang Ritain, to have improved his strength to such a degree in such a short time, is truly unbelievable!"

Deng Tai'a murmured to himself, his voice tinged with a hint of astonishment.

Cao Changqing stood beside him, equally stunned into silence. He looked at Wang Ritain, his eyes filled with complex emotions. The speed at which Wang Ritain's strength was growing was simply too fast. To force Wang Xianzhi to go all out overnight – such an increase in power made Cao Changqing feel inferior. "If I were in Wang Ritain's shoes, without fighting for my life, I fear I would hardly be able to achieve this," Cao Changqing shook his head slightly, sighing inwardly.

Yu Xinlang sat cross-legged on the city wall, his eyes closed, his face etched with helplessness. In his heart, there was still a sliver of hope to defeat Wang Ritain, but now, that thought had been completely extinguished. "Wang Ritain, when you fought me yesterday, you still held back so much. Looking at it now, the gap between us is no longer a small one." Yu Xinlang sighed softly, his heart filled with reverence for Wang Ritain's strength.

On the sea, Wang Ritain's Sword Twenty-Three had concluded, its residual power gradually dissipating, and his golden primordial spirit also faded away. Seeing this, the crowd began to discuss, all believing that Wang Ritain was no longer able to fight and that the battle was about to end. However, just then, a terrifying demonic energy suddenly surged from Wang Ritain's body. This demonic energy, like black flames, burned fiercely, engulfing Wang Ritain. The crowd was startled, only then remembering that what Wang Ritain had initially displayed was not swordplay, but saber techniques.

Wang Ritain slowly extended his hand and grasped the long saber at his waist. His movements were slow and steady.

As the long saber was slowly drawn, a powerful aura instantly permeated the surroundings. Inside and outside Wudi City.

Wang Xianzhi stood on the sea, watching Wang Ritain draw his saber. On the surface, he remained as calm as ever, but deep down, he held a newfound respect for Wang Ritain. "This Wang Ritain truly still had a trump card," Wang Xianzhi said softly, a hint of admiration in his voice. With that, Wang Xianzhi unleashed his terrifying power, plunging his hands into the sea and pouring his formidable true qi into the water without reservation. Instantly, the seawater churned violently, as if it were boiling.

Wang Ritain felt the pressure from Wang Xianzhi, and his fighting spirit intensified.

His demonic energy grew thicker, his eyes turned blood red, and his killing intent raged within him like a surging tide. The crowd looked at Wang Ritain, their eyes filled with astonishment. "This demonic art of Wang Ritain's is so powerful! It's likely a cultivation technique that directly aims for the Land Immortal realm," one martial artist said, his voice trembling.

Xuanyuan Dapan stood in the distance, watching Wang Ritain, and secretly felt fortunate. "Fortunately, Wang Ritain fought Wang Xianzhi first. Otherwise, with his current strength, I fear I would not be able to resist him." A trace of apprehension flashed in Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes.

Wang Ritain's demonic flames soared, and with a swing of his long saber, the roars of demonic heads and the wails of lingering souls echoed through the sky. Ordinary martial artists felt their true qi churn within them, making them extremely uncomfortable. Younger martial artists turned pale, almost unable to stand. Wang Ritain looked at Wang Xianzhi and shouted, "Wang Xianzhi, today, I will use this saber technique to challenge your martial prowess!" With that, Wang Ritain took a deep breath and unleashed the Seven Demonic Blades in one go.

Seven streaks of blade energy, like seven black dragons, roared and charged towards Wang Xianzhi. Where the blade energy passed, the sea was instantly split open, revealing deep ravines. The black demonic energy completely obscured the crowd's vision, making it impossible to see what was happening on the sea. Deng Tai'a stood in the crowd, his heart suddenly trembling. He could feel the terrifying power contained within these seven streaks of blade energy.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Seven loud explosions, like seven peals of thunder, sounded on the sea. The blade energy shattered the water dragons created by Wang Xianzhi and pulverized the churning seawater. Seven terrifying saber marks were left on the city walls of Wudi City, the residual demonic energy and blade energy within them making one's scalp tingle.

The crowd looked at the saber marks on the city walls, exclaiming in amazement. "Who can withstand these seven strikes? Such power is simply heaven-defying!" one martial artist said, his face full of shock.

The Finger Profound Realm experts of the older generation shook their heads. "We can barely withstand a single wisp of leaked demonic energy. If this Wang Ritain survives this battle, he will surely become a major power." one elder said in a low voice.

Deng Tai'a and Cao Changqing were also shocked by the terrifying power of Wang Ritain's demonic saber. They looked at Wang Ritain on the sea, their eyes filled with reverence. The Twelve Martial Slaves and Yu Xinlang, seeing the saber marks on the city walls, knew even more clearly that Wang Ritain's strength far exceeded their imagination, and they were no longer a match for him.

Huang Longshi stood to the side, already numb from the shock of Wang Ritain. He looked at Wang Ritain and pondered inwardly, "Wang Ritain's strength is enough to influence the general trend of the martial world. He, now, is like Wang Xianzhi, capable of overturning fate." In Huang Longshi's eyes.

Xuanyuan Dapan's expression was unpredictable, his heart filled with anxiety. He looked at Wang Ritain, finding it hard to believe that Wang Ritain possessed such terrifying strength. "This Wang Ritain must not be allowed to live! Otherwise, he will surely become a great threat," Xuanyuan Dapan thought to himself.