Think Flash Thunder Slash Is Too Slow? Thirty-Six Torrential Rain Slashes Asks to Enter the Fight
Seeing Ning Chuan holding a battle sword, Jiang Moyu showed no fear, sneered, and said, "Who are you trying to scare with that sword!"
I know your Flash Thunder Slash is powerful; it's reached Perfect Realm.
However, that's merely Awakening Realm martial arts, worlds apart from Force martial arts!
boom!
Ning Chuan's response to Jiang Moyu was a flash of silver light that roared like thunder!
Flash Thunder Slash!
With the added force of over ten tons, the Silver Blood Saber was incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the sky, heading straight for Jiang Moyu's neck.
Those in the crowd whose strength was below the Second-Rank Martial Artist all changed their expressions.
They couldn't catch the trajectory of Ning Chuan's sword strike at all!
In other words...
If they were to take this blow, they wouldn't be able to stop it and would die on the spot!
Jiang Moyu was also somewhat surprised by the speed of that strike.
However, he remained calm, holding the sword upright in front of his chest.
A pale blue Force rose up and spread everywhere, far less solid than the previous Sword Light Slash, very scattered, like mist.
But its advantage lies in its wide range.
Several meters in front of Jiang Moyu were shrouded in a mist of Force.
hiss!
Ning Chuan swung his Silver Blood Saber, and the Force mist was no match for it; it was like a piece of paper, swiftly sliced through.
However, with each collision with the Force Mist, the Silver Blood Saber's speed rapidly decreased.
Jiang Moyu calmly and deliberately drew his sword.
With a loud bang, the Silver Blood Saber was blocked.
" Force martial arts, Heavy Water Art!"
Jiang Moyu looked at Ning Chuan with a smug expression and said, "Specifically designed to counter attacks that excel in speed!"
Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Compared to the straightforward martial arts of the Awakening Realm, the Force martial arts do have obvious advantages, with more functions and a more comprehensive approach.
boom!
As his thoughts raced, Ning Chuan's hands moved without pause, unleashing Three Slashes in an Instant amidst the thunderous roar!
Three streaks of silver light, each ten feet long, instantly appeared, streaking across the sky and striking towards Jiang Moyu.
However.
I encountered the same problem as before.
After the silver light came into contact with the Force Mist, its speed decreased drastically, and its threat level plummeted.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jiang Moyu unleashed three sword strikes, without even activating his martial arts, yet he repelled all the silver light.
"Under the Heavy Water Art, your Flash Thunder Slash seems pretty useless!"
A mocking smile appeared on Jiang Moyu's face.
"It's so slow, I feel sorry for it!"
"Too slow? Then try this!"
Ning Chuan's voice was icy.
As he spoke, he swiftly swung his Silver Blood Saber, causing the air to vibrate and produce a sharp, piercing sound like tearing silk!
Thirty-Six Torrential Rain Slashes!
This martial art is comparable in power to an S-rank technique.
The fastest strike, the thirty-sixth, is 32 times faster than the Flash Thunder Slash!
Among the spectators, Yan Zhuang's expression changed drastically the moment he saw Ning Chuan's actions!
His Thirty-Six Torrential Rain Slashes are at the Expert Realm, his skill is very high.
therefore.
The power of Ning Chuan's strike was immediately apparent.
"Instructor Yan, what's wrong?"
Bai Xiuxiu glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and asked casually.
" Ning Chuan's Thirty-Six Torrential Rain Slashes have reached Perfect Realm!"
Yan Zhuang's voice was filled with shock as he said, "This martial art is extremely difficult. Ning Chuan advanced from the Minute Subtlety to Perfection in just over a month; he must have had another epiphany!"
Another epiphany?!
Bai Xiuxiu paused for a moment, looked at Lü Fang, and said, "Didn't you say that Ning Chuan's comprehension would gradually return to normal?"
Lü Fang shrugged and said, "Isn't this normal? I had four moments of enlightenment in the previous three days, but in the past month or so, I've only had one!"
"Old Lu, I have my doubts about your explanation."
Ma Fengxing thought for a moment and said, "I think the reason Ning Chuan only had one epiphany this month is because he has too little martial arts knowledge."
Except for the fact that Three Thousand Wind Shadows is now at the Minute Subtlety Realm, everything else is Perfection!
"This..."
Lü Fang was also somewhat uncertain.
Bai Xiuxiu eyes flickered, as if she was thinking about something.
She stopped speaking and turned her gaze back to the battle in the arena.
Sizzle!
Ning Chuan's expression was icy cold. He swung his sword, and the air was so sharp it seemed about to explode, creating an astonishingly powerful effect!
After the previous fight.
His Thirty-Six Torrential Rain Slashes had already completed ten strikes, and his terrifying speed was beginning to emerge.
opposite.
Jiang Moyu looked as if facing a formidable enemy; the mocking expression on his face vanished, replaced by an extremely solemn one.
At the same time, there was also a sense of panic.
Ning Chuan's strikes became faster with each attack, showing an astonishing increase in speed.
If this continues, even his Heavy Water Art won't be able to withstand it!
Jiang Moyu comes from a family of Divine General and has received excellent martial arts education, so he knows how to deal with this kind of continuous slashing martial arts.
The most effective method.
The strategy is to create distance, temporarily avoid the opponent's attacks, and then launch another attack after the opponent has completed their series of strikes.
But the problem is...
His agility was not even close to Ning Chuan's, let alone surpassing him; he was slightly inferior.
He had no choice but to take Ning Chuan's strike head-on.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Two sharp whooshing sounds rang out almost simultaneously.
After striking more than twenty times, the speed became as fast as lightning.
Ning Chuan sliced through the Force mist with a single stroke.
Before the scattered Force mist could regroup, the second blade slashed into the gap.
Without the obstruction of the Force Mist, the Silver Blood Saber reached Jiang Moyu in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Moyu's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly swung his sword to block.
However, just as the sword was halfway through its swing, a bloody gash appeared on Jiang Moyu's wrist.
The hand didn't fall.
However, the ligaments in the joint had been severed, and he could not even grip the hilt of the sword.
Sizzle! Sizzle!
Just as Jiang Moyu's face contorted in pain, Ning Chuan repeated his tactic, unleashing two more consecutive slashes.
One strike clears the way!
One strike to conquer!
Given the characteristics of the Thirty-Six Torrential Rain Slashes, it's even faster than the previous two slashes!
puff!
With a muffled thud, a large spray of blood splattered out.
Jiang Moyu had a bloody gash more than half a meter long on his chest, extending from his shoulder to his abdomen, deep enough to expose the bone.
Ning Chuan stared coldly at the splattering blood.
In fact, if he hadn't deliberately pulled the Silver Blood Saber back a few centimeters and had instead struck with deadly force, Jiang Moyu would be lying in a pool of blood, cut in two.
Of course, if he had really shown no mercy just now...
As the referee, Bai Xiuxiu would definitely intervene.
Moreover, Jiang Moyu comes from a family of Divine General, so Ning Chuan is wary and doesn't want to kill him.
Even if he were killed, Lu Zhan could still protect him.
But Jiang Moyu alone is not worth him using Lu Zhan's favor.
"Ah!"
Jiang Moyu's miserable roar and intense pain made it impossible for him to even maintain the Heavy Water Art, Force Mist quickly dissipated.
Swish!
Ning Chuan unleashed his Three Thousand Wind Shadows technique, instantly closing in and delivering a sharp slap to Jiang Moyu's face.
Ning Chuan did not use any martial arts techniques.
However, physical strength alone is enough to make him formidable.
Amidst many shocked gazes, Jiang Moyu spun around like a top dozens of times before collapsing to the ground, motionless and completely unconscious.
Just then...
Ring ring...
The alarm clock that Ning Chuan had placed on the ground suddenly began to vibrate violently, its loud sound echoing throughout the room.
The scene fell silent instantly.
It only took three minutes.
Jiang Moyu, whose strength ranks among the top three in the training camp, suffered a miserable defeat.
As everyone looked at Jiang Moyu lying on the ground like a dead dog, they thought of what Ning Chuan had said before the fight.
If you're still standing before the bell rings, I'll admit defeat!