Chapter 533
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Chapter 533: The Sixteen!
A burst of sharp sword energy radiated in all directions, sweeping across the area, making many onlookers tremble with anticipation.
“Jian Shiyi, a bright and clever boy, never expected to find himself in such a dire situation!”
Dharma Protectors and elders exchanged looks of astonishment as they watched Jian Shiyi deliver his impressive sword strike.
Xu Jiahui, Zhang Qing, Qing Chao, and the others had already retreated from the arena where the duel was taking place. They glanced up at Su Yi, their faces showing hints of concern.
Standing below the arena, they all felt the unmatched sharpness of the sword lights.
The blade’s radiance surrounded them, and a fierce energy filled the air.
At that moment, Su Yi activated the blade technique in his hand. Energy surged through him, gathering on the large knife.
“Buzz!”
Suddenly, atop Su Yi’s large knife, a faint dragon’s roar seemed to echo. A brilliant blade light shone forth, striking with unmatched force.
“Boom…”
“Ding dong…”
In an instant, a terrifying aura exploded, filling the air with a deafening thunderous noise. The clanging of weapons reverberated loudly. A powerful gust of wind and waves of energy spread in all directions, creating an awe-inspiring spectacle that excited and shook the crowd.
“Clomp clomp!”
The strong wind swept through, causing Su Yi to stagger back three steps. As he moved, the ground beneath him trembled slightly but remained incredibly firm.
“Swoosh…”
Jian Shiyi, however, was not as fortunate. His body slid across the ground, retreating several meters in a straight line. Shock quickly replaced the expression on his face.
“It’s my turn now!”
Su Yi, who had been preparing for this moment, steadied himself after the third step. He stamped his foot firmly, and his inner energy surged from the sole of his foot, propelling him forward with a flurry of afterimages.
“Tyrant Dragon Whirlwind Slash!”
Su Yi’s inner energy surged through his meridians and gathered in the blade. At the same time, he unleashed the second strike of the Three Sabres of the Raging Dragon, the Tyrant Dragon Whirlwind Slash, with a mighty swing of his knife.
The blade spun like lightning, resembling a curved moon cutting through the empty sky.
The terrifying pressure surged fiercely, as though a raging dragon was in motion. The light from the blade was brilliant, and the piercing sound of it made one’s soul tremble!
This scene caused the entire audience to gasp in awe.
The person most affected by the strike was Jian Shiyi. The power of that move left him feeling uneasy.
The strike happened so quickly that Jian Shiyi’s face became serious. The speed and strength of it made it impossible for him to dodge.
With energy coursing through him, Jian Shiyi swung his sword with intricate sword techniques. The sword hummed and vibrated as Jian Shiyi held it with both hands, unleashing a powerful strike.
At that moment, Jian Shiyi’s face paled, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from his body by that one blow. It felt as though he had poured out his last bit of energy!
“Whoosh…”
With a single strike, the black light surged like a bolt of lightning, sending ripples of dark sword energy through the air, as if awakening the very essence of the void.
This mighty strike from Jian Shiyi displayed his terrifying power, unstoppable bravery, and an ability to cut through anything.
“Sword King Mighty Strike!”
On the high platform, the elders gasped in astonishment, their faces draining of color.
The Sword King Mighty Strike, a King Grade advanced sword skill from the Divine Sword School, requires a remarkable understanding to master.
It’s nearly impossible for practitioners in the Yuan Spirit Realm to cultivate it successfully, yet Jian Shiyi had done so.
Among the elders present, Elder Mei Huaye couldn’t help but smile to himself, absentmindedly stroking his small goatee nestled beneath his sharp brown eyes, a satisfied expression on his face.
Jian Shiyi was his direct disciple. Though Su Yi couldn’t become his disciple, it seemed unlikely that Su Yi would surpass his own student.
“Ding!”
On the dueling stage, the clash of weapons was sharp and resounding. Sparks flew, and a radiant energy aura rose, shaking the entire platform.
For the watching disciples, the platform was shrouded in gusts of powerful energy, making it difficult to discern the outcome of the duel between Su Yi and Jian Shiyi.
“I told you, you’re just as defeated!”
Su Yi’s voice rang out across the dueling platform, accompanied by a fierce heatwave that sent chills through the onlookers, along with a crimson glow.
In the shining red light, Su Yi appeared, his hair flowing backward. A smile curled at the corner of his lips as he moved swiftly. In an instant, Jian Shiyi’s face turned pale, and he staggered backward as a palm imprint struck him.
“Boom!”
The palm imprint landed with a muffled crash, filling the air with a red glow.
“Plop…”
Before Jian Shiyi could recover, he spat out fresh blood and was sent flying backward. He flew in a straight line, crashing heavily outside the dueling platform and landing with a thud beneath it.
“Bang!”
The ground shook violently as Jian Shiyi fell, sword and all. Blood covered his mouth and chest, and his face turned as pale as death. In his deep, intense gaze, shock and disbelief surged.
The onlookers’ faces were filled with astonishment and disbelief.
“Jian Shiyi lost!”
The surrounding disciples took a moment to regain their composure, finally realizing that Jian Shiyi had indeed been defeated.
This time, Jian Shiyi was defeated decisively. In only a few moves, he was forcefully knocked off the stage, suffering a heartbreaking loss.
On the high platform, the elders and Dharma Protectors stared at Su Yi, their eyes filled with a telling expression, hinting at much more.
Elder Mei Huaye’s face revealed a mix of emotions. His proudest disciple had unexpectedly suffered such a humiliating defeat.
In Situ Liuyun’s eyes, there was a gleam of excitement and admiration.
“Boss Su Yi won!”
Below the battle stage, Zhang Qing, Qing Chao, Wang Fan, Xu Jiahui, and others were filled with joy. Their excitement was even greater than if they had won themselves.
Just being here today made them feel proud and satisfied.
On the battle stage, Su Yi sheathed his large sword, his body radiating with the hidden power of vibrant red energy.
Far away, there was a young boy who carried a sword on his back. He had black, shoulder-length hair and a handsome face. His slim and upright figure exuded an aura that made people’s hearts tremble without reason.
After defeating Jian Shiyi, everything went as Su Yi had predicted. Jian Shiyi had indeed broken through to the fifth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm. But even so, Su Yi had also advanced within the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, reaching the fifth level of the Yuan Spirit Realm. In terms of cultivation, Su Yi had the advantage.
His gaze swept over the battle stage, noticing that not many people remained. Many had already been knocked off the stage.
“Bang!”
A muffled sound came from nearby, and a figure coughed up blood, flying backward and falling off the battle stage.
On the battle stage, only one young boy remained. The brightness of his white battle armor had dimmed, and there was a faint bloodstain at the corner of his mouth. Yet, he still radiated an extraordinary aura, unshaken in temperament. A satisfied smile played on his lips as his gaze turned toward Su Yi. It was Situ Muyang.
Su Yi nodded in acknowledgment. He wasn’t surprised by Situ Muyang’s victory. As long as Situ Muyang didn’t face opponents ranked within the top ten of the Sword Tower, advancing to the next round would pose no problem.
The last time, Situ Muyang had fought Zhang Diyun, who ranked ninth in the Sword Tower, and had suffered minimal loss.
“Plop…”
“Boom boom…”
Figures fell from each battle stage, coughing up blood. Many of the platforms were left with only one person.
Su Yi’s gaze swept over the scene, spotting several familiar faces—Nan Liran, Qin Fang, Gu Chenyou…
Suddenly, Su Yi felt several pairs of sharp, cold eyes resting on him.
