Chapter 362: Clash of the Titans

Words : 1273 Updated : Oct 9th, 2025

Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang... Sword light crisscrosses, sharp clashes! "Frost!" After blocking a dozen swords in a row, Chu Ming retreated three steps. As he retreated, he flicked his wrist, and his longsword erupted with a Sword Aura that could cut through metal. The Sword Aura, seemingly unaffected by spatial distance, shot directly at Chu Ming. Crash! The Sword Aura shattered, struck by an invisible sword light. After shattering the Sword Aura, Chu Ming expanded his posture, his white robe fluttering in the wind. He counterattacked with astonishing sword speed, so fast the sword light couldn’t flicker, accompanied by a Swordsmanship intent that confused the sense of space! "Flowing Clouds Like Water!" Wham wham wham... With one swing of Chu Ming’s sword, the world went silent, followed by the sound of the air being destroyed. It was as if the heavens and earth had split apart. Qin Guan’s face showed shock, he pushed his Lightweight Skill to its limit, shooting backward. However, under the technique "Flowing Clouds Like Water," the space became as thick as water, full of pulling force. Having no other choice, Qin Guan had to face the sword head-on. The blue longsword seemed like flowing water, penetrating everywhere. He aimed one strike at the tip of the Conjugate Sword. The tips of the two swords spun and collided, sparks flying like a fiery rain. Crash! Qin Guan’s pupils shrank. A tiny white beam shot from Chu Ming’s left finger, mixed with sharp intent, transforming into a white sword blade, slashing towards his left chest. Rip! The sound of brocade tearing rang out, a blue silk thread floated in the air, and Qin Guan’s figure retreated rapidly, his body spiraled to dodge to the right. As Qin Guan steadied himself, his face was filled with uncertainty. On his blue robe, there was a deep sword mark. If he hadn’t retreated quickly, the Sword Qi would have pierced through his left chest. "Once more!" Qin Guan’s face tightened, his Sword Light restrained, spreading around him. His entire being seemed to transform into a sharp sword, shooting towards Chu Ming. Clang clang clang clang... "I didn’t expect Senior Brother Chu to be so powerful. Not only can he match Qin Guan evenly, he even seems to have the upper hand." Below the platform, a young Inner Sect Disciple was full of amazement. Before Chu Ming took action, no one believed he could withstand Qin Guan. "Don’t be too optimistic. Qin Guan comes from the Sword Domain, surely carrying many hidden cards, with chances to overturn the situation at any moment. But Senior Brother Chu forcing him to this point is already remarkable." Beside him, a more mature Inner Sect Disciple spoke with a serious tone. "If Senior Brother Chu can indeed defeat Qin Guan, he will definitely have a place in the competition for the Profound List nine months later." Someone suddenly brought up, causing everyone’s faces to tremble with excitement and their eyes to be filled with fervor. Climbing the Profound List is every prodigy’s wish. It is not only an honor but also a symbol of strength and talent. All the Profound List prodigies, as long as they do not fall, will inevitably become Realm of Transcendence powerhouses in the future. Some, standing at the top tier, have the opportunity to challenge the Life and Death Realm King. In the air, Wang Huan watched Chu Ming’s sword moves and speed, his face involuntarily moved. Chu Ming’s sword techniques were free-form and unrestrained, with no fixed patterns. However, if observed closely, one would find that within these Sword Techniques, there were traces of various Sword Techniques and many fledgling forms. In other words, if Chu Ming wished, he could completely create a formidable swordsmanship. Even though ninety percent of the Martial Artists in the Sword Domain are swordsmen, and Wang Huan has seen countless people, he still finds it unbelievable. "Brother Gu, how about letting Chu Ming join the Flying Snow Sword Sect? I can guarantee that within a hundred years, he will become a Sword Dao Master like those in the Misty Sword Sect." Reluctant to waste talent, Wang Huan suggested to Gu Jianfeng. Just as the words fell, his face reddened slightly, feeling somewhat inappropriate to poach in front of Yan Nanxing. "Since you know he’s my junior brother, you should know he won’t join the Flying Snow Sword Sect." Gu Jianfeng smiled and shook his head. The Flying Snow Sword Sect is one of the two major sword sects in the Sword Domain, with numerous masters and Life and Death Realm Kings overseeing it. The Misty Sword Sect, on the other hand, has several Sword Dao Masters below the Life and Death Realm and has repelled many challenges from North Sea swordsmen. Upon hearing Gu Jianfeng’s words, Wang Huan’s face darkened, feeling regretful. If Chu Ming could receive systematic training, his future would be limitless. Shaking his head, Wang Huan refocused his attention on the platform. Shiiing! The piercing sound of blade collision rang out. Sparks flew from the root of the blades as Chu Ming and Qin Guan retreated simultaneously, their robes fluttering fiercely. Whoosh! "Bing Yun!" Crack! Like a returning swallow, Qin Guan stepped hard on the ground as he retreated, flipped over, and stabbed at Chu Ming. The clear sky froze over, fist-sized ice blocks fell from the sky, disrupting the space. Chu Ming squinted his eyes. Qin Guan’s prowess was slightly stronger than Feng Yuyan’s. Of course, this was uncertain. Feng Yuyan hadn’t been seen for three months, and Chu Ming couldn’t believe she had made no progress during this time. Ice Qi filled the surroundings. Cold infiltrated Chu Ming’s body. Before Qin Guan’s Ice Blade could reach him, Chu Ming had already swung his sword to slice it. "Clouds Rolling and Unrolling!" Clouds rolled over, a faint leisurely intent revived within Chu Ming, as if a special trait awakened. Amid these rolling clouds, a terrifying Sword Light pierced through Yun Hai, advancing towards Qin Guan. Wham wham wham... Ice blocks shattered, turning into shards flying everywhere. The ground froze over. Two sword blades collided and then separated instantly. Both men retreated simultaneously, leaving faint marks on the icy shards covering the ground. Crash! Qin Guan’s right foot hit the ground and crushed the ice block beneath. He looked seriously at Chu Ming. "With your strength, you already rank within the second tier of prodigies in the Eastern Hundred Domains. However, the next sword will be my finishing move, which has killed many prodigies. You can still surrender now." Qin Guan’s face sank, and he cautioned. "A finishing move? Perfect, the next strike will be my finishing move as well. Let’s settle it with one blow!" Chu Ming’s face remained unchanged, his expression indifferent. "Alright!" Qin Guan roared softly, his hair rising and waving, a terrifying Destruction Sword Intent descending from the sky, filling the surroundings with brilliant colors of blue and red intertwining. "It’s coming!" Chu Ming murmured, as an overwhelming Sword Momentum surged from Qin Guan. "Ice Rain Blood Spin Sword!" Whoosh! A twisted red Sword Light, like a blood-colored storm, twisted through the space, bypassing spatial distances, and appeared within ten meters of Chu Ming in an instant. "Broken Dream!" Chu Ming’s right foot stepped back, and a nebulous color splashed out from his sword, as if it aimed to shatter dreams. The surrounding space showed an illusion of fragmentation. Then, the traces of space spread rapidly from the tip of the Conjugate Sword. Everyone below the platform held their breath, watching the two on the stage intently.

Chapter 362: Clash of the Titans

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