Chapter 160 - 157: The Trump Card

Chapter 160: Chapter 157: The Trump CardBoom! On the stage that drew all eyes, a sudden explosion resonated, after which everyone saw Ye Xuan staggering back dozens of steps before finally stabilizing himself. It was clear that in the recent exchange, he had fallen into a disadvantage. "Hmph, managing to battle me for dozens of moves is quite an ability, but if that’s all you got, you’ll definitely lose in the next three rounds." Fang Ziyue stared at Ye Xuan. Even though he had a slight upper hand, his expression was not one of satisfaction. After all, in his eyes, Ye Xuan was nothing but an ant. "Is that so, anyone can talk tough. It seems that an Inner Hall Disciple from the Wildfire Sect is nothing special after all." Ye Xuan’s expression was calm. Although he had been at a disadvantage in the previous fight, Fang Ziyue couldn’t overpower him. Even though his opponent surely had more tricks up his sleeve, Ye Xuan had yet to exert his full strength. "The perspective of an ant. The power I’m showing now is just the tip of the iceberg. Take my ultimate move, Heavenly Spin, Earthly Slaughter!" Fang Ziyue’s eyes suddenly flashed dangerously as his figure dashed in a flash above the arena, his folding fan spinning rapidly, unleashing a formidable tornado that enveloped Ye Xuan, pressing down with fierce killing intent! However, the moment Fang Ziyue revolved and pressed down, Ye Xuan’s gaze sharpened, and with both hands on his sword, as if one with the Spiritual Edge Sword, he transformed into a tornado raging upward from below! Great Sword Scripture, Myriad Swords without Bound! Pffft! Trading blows, Ye Xuan and Fang Ziyue seemed to have turned into two tornadoes for an instant. These tornadoes collided viciously, and the sparks of blade light and Sword Qi they scattered, touching like raindrops, rapidly dissipated into nothingness. "Qi rushes to the hanging river, suppress!" Seeing that the momentum might be breached by Ye Xuan, Fang Ziyue roared, and at the same time, his aura burst forth tremendously, as if transforming into a hanging river of energy in the sky, booming down on Ye Xuan, shattering the Sword Qi and twisting the air, drastically compressing the space around Ye Xuan. "This is bad." Watching the space around Ye Xuan quickly being compressed, the Disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall internally cried out. Fang Ziyue’s attacks were becoming increasingly powerful, seemingly unbeatable and unstoppable. Even Leng Ruofeng and Yang Ting were now watching the platform with rapt attention. If Ye Xuan couldn’t withstand this move, the match would probably end here. Amidst the many focused gazes, Ye Xuan braced both hands on the hilt of the Spiritual Edge Sword, its tip pointing upward, and a fierce vibration nearly began to boil over on him. Aaaoong! Suddenly, as this fierce vibration intensified to its limit, a crisp dragon’s roar echoed, landing on the Spiritual Edge Sword in Ye Xuan’s hands. The sword’s edge, in that instant, seemed to reach its apex. "Great Sword Scripture, Sword Dragon Ascension!" With dazzling light flickering intensely in his eyes, Ye Xuan slammed his right hand onto the hilt of the Spiritual Edge Sword, and as it soared into the sky the next moment, he too leaped up, clutching the hilt of the Spiritual Edge Sword, as though holding the tail of a mighty dragon, and shot up towards the nine heavens with a thunderous roar. Boom! The Sword Qi dragon soared into the sky, and the world seemed to dim in the blink of an eye. The nearly sixty feet long river of energy in the air was almost instantaneously pierced by the Sword Dragon under countless astonished gazes and then exploded violently. Sword Dragon Ascension was the fourth Swordsmanship technique that Ye Xuan created, based on the text of the Great Sword Scripture and his integration of the previous three moves, fusing the essence of the first three techniques, thus greatly surpassing their power. "How is this possible?!" Staring at the energy river crumbling under the dragon of Sword Qi, Fang Ziyue’s face flushed with shock before he hastily retreated, his fists weaving in the air, turning into a massive True Qi fist shadow, striking the dragon of Sword Qi. However, this merely delayed the dragon of Sword Qi slightly, and Fang Ziyue was ultimately slammed by the Sword Qi dragon. "Ptui," he spat out blood, and his body was flung away! "What?" Gazing up at Fang Ziyue flying backward in the sky, the plaza instantly erupted with exclamations of astonishment. Countless gazes, filled with shock and fervor, turned to the young figure in the sky. At that moment, high in the sky, the dragon-shaped Sword Qi had not yet fully dissipated. Against its backdrop, that figure was like a war god controlling the Dragon Clan, unparalleled! Leng Ruofeng and Yang Ting, among others, couldn’t help but inhale sharply. No one had expected that Ye Xuan would be able to unleash such a powerful lethal sword move during his match against Fang Ziyue, shattering Fang Ziyue’s offensive streak and sending him flying backward! "Brother Fang!" Wei Chen and the other disciples of Wildfire Sect were equally shocked by the scene, their faces drastically changing in horror. Some of the disciples couldn’t help but cry out in alarm. The outcome was beyond everyone’s expectations. No one could have imagined that Fang Ziyue, the person to be beaten into such a sorry state first, would be the one. Judging by the current situation, was it possible that he was going to lose the match? However, amidst those scorching gazes, Fang Ziyue managed to halt his backward flight after retreating twenty or thirty meters and forcibly stopped himself on the stage. His complexion, though, had already turned the color of a pig’s liver. "Dammit." Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Fang Ziyue’s expression was extremely dark. He had never expected Ye Xuan to hide such a powerful swordsmanship move that nearly capsized his ship in the gutter. If he were to really lose this match, it would be a total loss of face. "Lucky shot." Watching Fang Ziyue standing on the stage, Ye Xuan’s expression remained unchanged. Fang Ziyue couldn’t stop his Sword Dragon Assault, which meant the latter’s strength was limited to that; even if the fight dragged on for a while, in the end, he would still undoubtedly be defeated. Hearing this statement, Fang Ziyue’s expression darkened again, and with a sneer, he retorted, "Do you really believe you can win against me? I hadn’t planned to use my trump card against a mere Inner Hall Disciple like you, but now, it seems, I must. Today, the one who will lose is still you!" As his words fell, a strikingly intense red aura surged from Fang Ziyue’s body. His skin surface seemed to be writhing with bloodlight, quickly turning scarlet. Simultaneously, his eyebrows and hair also turned as red as fierce flames. A vast sea of fire emerged from behind him, and the surrounding air rapidly heated up. Starting from Fang Ziyue’s body, the sea of fire swiftly spread outwards. "It’s the Burning Sky Martial Scripture. Brother Fang is finally going to show his last trump card." Among the Wildfire Sect camp, Lin Yan’s tense expression relaxed, and a smirk played upon his lips. The Burning Sky Martial Scripture, as one of the most powerful Martial Arts of the Wildfire Sect, was mastered by only a handful of disciples this generation. He had only mastered the preliminary parts of it, barely scratching the surface. But Fang Ziyue’s Burning Sky Martial Scripture was several times stronger than his. "There’s no suspense in this match now that the Burning Sky Martial Scripture is unleashed." Wei Chen and other True Disciples of the Wildfire Sect also had smiles spreading across their faces. Fang Ziyue’s previously demonstrated combat strength was just marginally different from theirs. What made him truly strong was the Burning Sky Martial Scripture; he just hadn’t used it until now. It was only Ye Xuan who had forced it out of him. "He still had another trick up his sleeve?" Leng Ruofeng, Yang Ting, and other disciples of Heavenly Martial Hall had their expressions turn ugly. The fleeting joy they had recently felt was quickly replaced by a grave demeanor, as the tide of the battle, boosted by Ye Xuan’s burst of power, suddenly reversed again. "If he loses, we can’t blame him." Ling Qianxue, too, looked somewhat disheartened. Ye Xuan’s sudden burst had given her a moment’s excitement, but now it quickly faded away. Even if they were to lose today, Ye Xuan had done his best. Resigning to the inevitable, they prepared to accept the defeat. "So it’s the Burning Sky Martial Scripture. No wonder you’re so confident." Up on the stage, reflected in Ye Xuan’s eyes was the blazing flame. Despite the drastically changed expressions of everyone in the square, he remained as calm as ever, as if even if the sky were to fall, he wouldn’t start panicking. "What do you think? The power of the Burning Sky Martial Scripture is beyond your imagination. In Lin Yan’s hands, it was only partially unleashed, but with me, it truly shines. To be defeated by the Burning Sky Martial Scripture should be a source of pride for you!" Fang Ziyue’s hair blazed like fire, roaring with flames. With the power of the Burning Sky Martial Scripture, his aura surged tremendously. In his presence, Ye Xuan’s aura undoubtedly seemed much weaker. It felt like with a mere gesture from him, Ye Xuan would crumble and be instantly defeated. "The Burning Sky Martial Scripture is indeed a fine Martial Art." Ye Xuan strangely nodded, leaving the onlookers unsure whether he was boosting the morale of his opponent or he had already given up fighting. However, his next words brought an eerie silence to the surroundings. "It’s just that I wonder who would be stronger between the Burning Sky Martial Scripture and the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture from my Heavenly Martial Hall?" No sooner had he finished speaking than a smirk slowly formed at the corner of Ye Xuan’s mouth. Then suddenly, a gleaming sharpness flashed across his eyes, and the next moment, an extremely violent vibration burst forth from his body with the ferocity of raging thunder, sweeping out without any warning! Boom! Thunder exploded, dense and crackling. Thunder and lightning emerged from his body, mixed with the overbearing Yang Gang energy. The two combined, forming a silver-white luster around Ye Xuan, casting an exceedingly dazzling light. Crack, snap! The power of thunder and lightning seemed to create a force field, radiating out from Ye Xuan at the center. At this moment, Ye Xuan was like a deity controlling thunder and lightning—the terrifying arcs of electricity in his hands appeared gentle, but everyone knew that if they entered that astonishing electric field, they would instantly be blasted into dust.