Chapter 914
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Chapter 914 The Second Prodigy
The atmosphere at the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion’s arena was somber and heavy.
The severely injured and unconscious Yuan Hao was placed on the ground, with Yuan Jing holding one of his arms, infusing true qi for emergency treatment.
The fellow disciples around them, seeing several concave areas on Yuan Hao’s upper body, felt a chill in their hearts and their eyes turned red.
The opponent had struck… too severely.
This wasn’t the appropriate level for the Hundred Sects Competition!
“Puff!”
During the treatment, Yuan Hao suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Yuan Jing, who was using his true qi to seal various wounds on Yuan Hao’s body, turned ashen-faced, his hands trembling.
This was his most beloved direct disciple.
Since Yuan Jing had no children of his own, he had raised Yuan Hao like his own son.
But now, Yuan Hao had suffered such severe injuries.
This ignited a fire of rage in Yuan Jing’s heart that was difficult to suppress.
“For the second match, Jian, you go up!”
Yuan Jing suddenly raised his head and looked at Murong Jian standing nearby.
At this moment, Murong Jian was also looking at Yuan Hao, his face covered with a layer of frost.
Hearing Yuan Jing’s words, Murong Jian nodded slightly and said, “Uncle Jing, I will definitely avenge Yuan Hao.”
“The second match is about to begin, please have both sides send their disciples to the stage.”
The chief referee’s voice soon came.
In the audience seats, it was still extraordinarily lively.
After the first match ended, no one dared to underestimate the Purple Flame Palace anymore.
At the same time, everyone was guessing whether the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion would send out Murong Jian for the second match.
“Murong Jian should go up now! His junior brother was injured so badly!”
“I think he will definitely go up this time. His junior brother was injured so severely, he has to regain some face…”
“Right, this is North Capital after all, practically home turf for the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion. They can’t lose both matches… getting eliminated in the top 50 would be a real joke.”
Amid the discussions, the Purple Flame Palace once again sent out Xiumei.
It seemed that until they lost a match, Purple Flame Palace wouldn’t send any other disciples to the stage!
After Xiumei ascended the stage, everyone’s attention focused on the other side of the arena.
Would the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion send Murong Jian to the stage?
Two seconds later, a figure flew through the air and landed ten meters in front of Xiumei.
This person wore light blue training clothes, appearing valiant and imposing.
In terms of bearing, he was considerably stronger than Yuan Hao who had taken the stage in the previous match.
His appearance caused a commotion in the audience.
Everyone knew that this person was very likely the current second-ranked on the Heaven List, the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion’s top genius, Murong Jian!
“I am Murong Jian, and I will seek justice for my junior brother.” Murong Jian raised both hands and gave Xiumei a simple bow.
Xiumei remained expressionless, offering no response.
“Clang!”
At this moment, the bell rang!
Murong Jian no longer made any unnecessary gestures and charged directly toward Xiumei.
As he rushed toward her, he drew the long sword from his waist.
Under the sunlight, one could see a flash of silver as the blade left its scabbard.
“Swoosh!”
Murong Jian rushed to Xiumei’s front and slashed with his sword.
The sharp blade cut through the air, creating a piercing whistling sound.
Xiumei tilted her neck, easily avoiding this slash.
But Murong Jian’s reaction was even quicker. As the blade fell, it smoothly moved horizontally following the direction of Xiumei’s neck.
Xiumei’s face remained expressionless as she immediately bent down, her upper body dropping straight toward the ground, avoiding the sword through an extremely small gap.
At the same time, she raised her left foot.
Murong Jian’s eyes flashed with alertness as his left arm moved down to block.
“Bang!”
Their limbs made contact with a muffled sound.
Both parties retreated several meters.
Murong Jian looked at Xiumei in front of him, his gaze stern.
“Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique Seventh Form, Nine Dragon-Slaying Swords!”
Murong Jian gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands and tossed it upward.
The long sword immediately floated above his head.
“Hum…”
A sword-humming sound arose as the long sword spun rapidly in the air.
The sword rotated at a speed beyond what the naked eye could capture, only flashes of sword shadows could be seen.
“Senior Brother Murong is actually using the Seventh Form directly…” Below the stage, the various disciples from the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion all showed shocked expressions.
The Seventh Form of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique was the most powerful and also the most difficult to comprehend in this set of sword techniques.
Among the disciples of their generation, only Murong Jian had mastered it to perfection. Other disciples hadn’t even grasped the basics.
Murong Jian directly employing the Seventh Form of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique clearly showed he didn’t want to give his opponent any chance.
He wanted to quickly defeat that woman, vindicate the Dragon-Slaying Pavilion, and avenge his junior brother Yuan Hao!
“Hum…”
The sword-humming sound continued.
By now, the long sword above Murong Jian’s head had transformed into nine swords, not just one as before.
These nine swords emitted a faint red true qi from their blades and were slightly vibrating.
Each sword radiated an astonishing sword intent and extremely sharp sword energy.
“Celestial Spin Slash!”
Murong Jian stood in place, his aura imposing.
At the same time, two of the swords above his head flashed out with a swoosh.
The two swords chased each other, forming a vortex in front of Murong Jian.
“Go!”
Murong Jian clapped his palms forward.
“Boom!”
The two swords formed a sword energy whirlwind, rushing rapidly toward Xiumei!
Within this whirlwind, every strand of wind could cut through anything, extremely sharp!
Xiumei stood in place, her palms crossing in front of her body, gathering a large amount of gray energy between her hands, which she violently slapped toward the incoming sword energy whirlwind!
“Boom!”
The gray energy exploded, its powerful force striking the sword energy whirlwind.
The two swords were forcibly disrupted and flung away.
At this moment, Xiumei transformed into a shadowy figure, flashing forward to grab both swords in mid-air, then forcefully twisted them with her hands!
“Crack!”
In just a few seconds, the two swords were forcibly broken and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Murong Jian’s expression remained unchanged, though surprise flashed in his eyes.
But he didn’t stop his attack.
“Celestial Square Sword Force!”
Murong Jian recited an incantation, his hands generating a ball of blue light which he hurled toward Xiumei!
Xiumei didn’t dodge.
The blue light struck Xiumei’s body but didn’t make any sound.
It was as if a thin layer of gas had attached itself to Xiumei’s body.
At the same time, the six swords above Murong Jian’s head rapidly rushed toward Xiumei!
They didn’t directly attack Xiumei but rotated around her body!
“Zing!”
An intense blue light arose.
The six swords, in their rotation, formed a sword force formation, locking Xiumei within.
Xiumei snorted coldly and tried to raise her hand.
At this moment, one of the swords in the formation glowed.
“Bang!”
With a crisp sound, Xiumei’s hands were subjected to an extremely powerful restraining force, making it impossible for her to raise them!
At this point, Xiumei’s expression finally changed.
She frowned, gritted her teeth, and completely released her energy!
But by this time, Murong Jian, not far from her, had already grasped the last sword.
“Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique First Form, Dragon Slayer!”
Murong Jian gripped the sword hilt with both hands and charged toward Xiumei’s position.
“Ah…”
Xiumei’s forehead bulged with veins as she let out a roar.
She wanted to break free from the sword formation’s restraint!
But in such a short time, it was simply impossible!
Each of the six swords contained extremely powerful pressure!
In an instant, Murong Jian had rushed to Xiumei’s front and leaped up!
The blade of his sword ignited with crimson flames!
This strike was identical to Yuan Hao’s earlier attack!
Dragon-Slaying Sword Technique First Form, Dragon Slayer!
The blade chopped down from the air. Xiumei, locked by the sword formation, could only raise her head, her face contorted!
But she couldn’t dodge!
“Boom!”
The next second, an explosive sound!
Intense light spread out, a wave of power dispersing in all directions.
The entire arena, including the ground, shook!
In the audience’s view, they could clearly see a figure flying out, landing directly on the ground below the arena, rolling several times before stopping.
As the light dissipated.
Only Murong Jian remained on the arena, holding his sword, standing straight.
On the arena floor, made of extremely hard material, a deep cut mark had appeared.
“Wow…”
After a few seconds of silence, exclamations of surprise arose from all around.
Truly worthy of being the second-ranked on the Heaven List, Murong Jian!
That female disciple from the Purple Flame Palace, with her ruthless methods and formidable strength, had been defeated just like that!
