"Third Sword... Mountain."
The battle on the Arena had yet to end.
Yun Feiyang's voice remained calm, but fine beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.
This sword strike clearly consumed an enormous amount of energy.
The hand gripping his sword rose high, the wooden blade pointing at the sky. The cyan light gathering around it began to grow dense and heavy, as though an invisible mountain were taking shape at its tip.
Then he turned his wrist and slashed downward.
No sword light flew forth.
No Sword Qi swept across the field.
There was only... weight.
A sensation of weight, pure to the extreme, poured from the blade's edge.
It was as if an entire primordial mountain had been compressed into an invisible hammer and brought crashing down upon the space Barnes occupied.
"What terrifying power."
Barnes's knees abruptly buckled, smashing into the Arena floor with a dull thud.
The space within thirty feet around him was crushed downward, forming a visible depression.
The chains of laws within the hollow creaked and groaned beneath the pressure, packed together as densely as an iron plate.
Barnes raised his saber with both arms to block. Under the immense pressure, the blade bent into a dangerous arc, and the magma-like patterns upon it were crushed dull and dim.
Blood began to seep from his seven orifices.
From his mouth, nose, ears, and the corners of his eyes, dark crimson magma-blood trickled down.
The foundation of his saber path within his body was enduring pressure far beyond its limits.
"...This Third Sword is somewhat interesting."
Barnes forced out the words through gritted teeth, his legs trembling.
Though the ground beneath his knees had not cracked, the bones in his legs had begun to give off faint cracking sounds.
Even reduced to