Chapter 641
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Chapter 641: Unmatched in the World
"This kid… has some talent."
"It’s a bit unbelievable, Yuan Cheng wouldn’t fix a match, right?"
"You go up and take a whole set of hits? You’ll be so beaten up, your reputation would be ruined if it got out."
"Facing Martial Saint up close, is it confidence or foolishness, it’s clear now, the dragon clan should just give up their fighting skills… the East Dragon’s little claws are just too short to be taken seriously, too stubby, not even enough to scratch an itch."
The Dragon Lords were communicating with each other through telepathy.
The unexpected outcome of the beginning of this battle made them feel very surprised, like a brawl beating up a skilled master, but precisely and beautifully, not by trickery, but by overpowering with sheer strength, making the originally favored Galactic Battleship a paper tiger.
Ao Hanli just regained her senses, the smooth set of martial arts moves had left a deep impression on her.
Not to mention the Dragon King, she herself probably wouldn’t last even halfway if she went down.
She glanced at Ying Mu and noticed a look of admiration on her face, but nothing more, no surprise, as if she had known this outcome all along.
Ao Hanli said, "The legendary Dragon King is not that weak, he looks pathetic but the actual insult is minimal, the damage is not severe, at most it’s just a scratch for Yuan Cheng."
"We haven’t gone all out yet," Ying Mu added, "both sides are holding back."
…
Yuan Cheng took a deep breath, calmed down, stood up again, the previous attack had left him a bit dazed.
But losing heart was not in his nature, at most he underestimated the boy, now he understood why Yuan Cheng didn’t stand a chance against him.
Close combat was not favorable for him.
He remained silent, fingers clenched, a vortex appeared in the water, a black-gold weapon emerged from the center.
The Trident of the Abyss.
The North Sea black dragon is fierce. Adult black dragons must enter the desolate sea to fight alone. There are some special customs, like killing powerful sea creatures in the Endless Sea and taking a part of them as proof. The trophies are kept nearby, like how humans forge weapons. Dragons also have weapons, and the Desolate Sea Spear is his favorite one.
Since ancient humans picked up stones and sticks, the evolution of civilization has been unstoppable. The evolution of weapons throughout human history has increased the intensity of battles. Bringing out weapons means the battle is entering the next stage.
From this moment on, life and death may be determined in an instant in the fierce battle.
He grasped the Desolate Sea, as if recalling the feeling of fighting giant beasts in the Endless Sea in his youth. He adjusted his breathing, his momentum rising steadily, searching for the familiar touch, even wanting to greet this long-lost old friend, then…
Suddenly, a cold light flashed before his eyes.
The black dragon jumped back, clutching his neck, with fine cuts on his skin and blood flowing out.
It stared with wide eyes, "You are not honorable in combat!"
Bai Wei lowered his right hand, "In a fight to the death, do you have time to daydream?"
The Crouching Tiger Sword slid out from the drooping sleeve, sweeping horizontally, not as powerful as before but much more dangerous.
In the air, threads of sword energy appeared, intertwining closely and cutting through the water. The faint traces they left were instantly erased, invisible forces kept striking, but when it came to human bodies and steel, they were shattered in an instant.
Yuan Cheng swung his war spear vigorously, the dragon power swirling around the weapon. With a slight twist of his wrist, the threads of sword energy wrapped around the war spear, creating a gap that was quickly filled as Bai Wei made a gentle strike.
Both sides swung their weapons from a distance, without engaging, but onlookers were filled with fear.
"This is a proper martial art of killing," Lord Dongting said. "The more one kills in the way of the warrior, the stronger they become. After grasping the sword, the martial arts techniques have become extremely extreme. It’s clear that he has killed countless, no wonder he has reached this level at such a young age."
"If not for that, there would be no comparison with Yuan Cheng, he’s still too young, in his twenties… killed too many, no one can match him," Lord Qiantang gazed at the Black Dragon. "He visits the Endless Sea every fifty years, and has killed countless sea creatures long ago."
Bai Wei made his nineteenth sword swing.
Yuan Cheng, who had grown tired of this move, suddenly charged forward, getting close, raised his war spear for a sweep, then followed with a mountain-breaking move, gently pushing.
The Wild Sea Spear broke through the restrictions and advanced towards Bai Wei, landing on the Crouching Tiger Sword. The seemingly fragile horizontal blade didn’t break at the slightest touch, but instead unleashed even sharper and more vicious sword energy. Amid the roar of the Crouching Tiger, Bai Wei tiptoed on the surface of the lake, like a figure skater, turning twice before coming to a stop.
He dipped the half of the blade tip into the waters of Hongze, slowly slicing through the water, wetting it, dipping in it.
Without rushing, time and the battle were drawn out slowly. Even though Yuan Cheng repeatedly tried to launch fierce attacks by breaking through the distance, Bai Wei managed to break free every time.
What was supposed to be a head-on collision turned into one-sided teasing, with one chasing and the other evading.
It was unclear whether this was a strategy to attack the opponent’s mind, trying to make them lose patience, or if something else was being prepared.
Yuan Cheng, not intending to continue probing, powered by the dragon’s strength, wielded the Wild Sea Battle Halberd, smashing through wave after wave with brute force, ruthlessly destroying everything in front of him. Since he had the advantage in strength, there was no need to waste time. He wanted to end this battle.
Each of his steps was like thunder, causing the river water to surge, making the water level of Lake Hongze rise and fall.
Facing the reverse flow of the Hongze Lake, Bai Wei finally pulled his sword out from the water.
"One force can conquer ten meetings…"
"Try this strike, can you withstand it!"
The blade rose, splitting heaven and earth!
Within a three-mile radius, the lake water flowed backwards.
At that moment, only those with keen eyes could see what Bai Wei was planning to do. By deliberately delaying, he was gathering strength. He immersed his sword intent into Lake Hongze, treating the lake surface as his scabbard. With a swift draw of his sword, his gathered strength and intent would be unleashed in an instant.
With this sword strike, the force was strong enough to make the lake water flow backwards within three miles.
The momentum of this sword strike was grand, visible to those who could understand. It seemed to possess a towering momentum, akin to the force of breaking through barriers. The rushing water embodied both the sword momentum and the sword intent. As the two surged forward, the scene of a waterfall reversing its flow and turning into a horizontal slash was presented.
Yuan Cheng wielded his war spear with brute force to cleave through the mountain. Whether it was exquisite or not, in his eyes, there was no distinction. It was like how a book of sages appeared worthless to a mountain bandit who couldn’t read the words. He struck towards the tide of sword intent, forcefully breaking through it. After the sword intent and sword momentum were directly defeated, they scattered and dissipated, leaving many martial arts experts feeling regretful and frustrated, even stomping their feet in vexation.
They only caught a glimpse before it ended abruptly, like having a brief glance at a calligraphy model but only managing to grasp the gist, leaving a sense of regret and sorrow.
Bai Wei, at the level of Martial Saint, executed a grandmaster’s technique, almost reaching perfection. This move unfolded like a scroll with immense momentum. For the warriors who had gradually become academicians, it was a sought-after opportunity to witness. Lacking chances for real combat, their ability to learn and imitate was outstanding. Even if they could only grasp thirty percent of its finesse, it would be immensely beneficial.
The possibility of replicating such a move was very low, as Bai Wei’s technique began at a level much higher than most people’s pinnacle.
Returning to the battle scene, when Bai Wei’s move was thwarted, Lu Yunchuan, feeling a sense of regret, the spear of Yuan Cheng had approached directly in front of Bai Wei’s chest. Just half a meter forward, and it would crush his flesh and blood.
But it was really hard to move forward even half a step.
Bai Wei stood firm, determined not to retreat, held the spear firmly with three fingers at the front, creating a flow of air pressure carrying water vapor that blew Bai Wei’s clothes and hair, causing the water to collapse into a trapezoidal area.
Holding the spear, Bai Wei raised his right hand, and directly stabbed the Dragon King Yuan Cheng’s forehead with the Crouching Tiger Sword.
The Black Dragon, lacking in refined martial arts skills, could only grasp the Crouching Tiger Sword with its arm covered in black dragon scales, its five fingers turning into sharp claws, firmly holding onto the sword. The surging dragon power poured into the Crouching Tiger Sword, forcing Bai Wei to either abandon the weapon or break the sword.
However, Bai Wei refused to let go of the weapon, and the Crouching Tiger Sword unleashed a fierce blade energy, which backfired on his arm.
The Black Dragon, infuriated to this extent, caught Bai Wei off guard. The stronger this kid got, the more murderous intent he had. The Black Dragon suddenly pulled Bai Wei closer, retrieved the Crouching Tiger Sword to control the body, and at the same time, threw the spear into the sky and punched Bai Wei’s temple with a fist that looked like a fist but was actually a dragon claw, not the close combat from before, this claw was one of the innate powers of the dragon race.
The Dragon King’s Claw at the dragon king level could even tear apart space!
At such a close distance, it was very difficult to avoid.
Bai Wei didn’t dodge either, using his other hand to grab another weapon that slipped from his sleeve, the Yunhu Sword, shining with sword energy, and slashed towards the empty claw coming from Yuan Cheng, causing a rupture in space at the point of contact.
The black dragon pulled back its bloody claws, staring at Bai Wei’s sword in his right hand and dagger in his left hand. It couldn’t believe that Bai Wei still held back at this stage. This enemy had become a mortal enemy and must not be let alive!
Thunder and lightning fell from the sky, the war spear thrown into the sky guided the thunder, responding to the black dragon’s call. It swiped its claws again, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the surface of Hongze Lake turned into daylight in an instant.
The lightning traversed tens of miles of water, the raging thunder was one of the purest and most powerful forces of nature, unparalleled.
The lightning burst lasted less than two seconds, then dissipated, the momentary flash was dazzling, the intense heat evaporated large amounts of water vapor, making it impossible to see how the battle was going.
People subconsciously thought this battle was about to end, but…
On the vast lake, a blade lightly swept through, like cutting through water, the blade intersected with the lightning.
The person in white waved their sleeve, subduing the thunder and lightning.
Day turned to night, the young man stood alone, unparalleled in the world.
