Chapter 44: Bow Full of Arrows, Ready to Fly
d's top prodigies have gathered here to compete. They represent not only themselves, but also their peers, those younger generations they have surpassed.Helian Yunyun looked at Huang Sheli on the mart...As for someone like Zhongli Yan.
You can laugh at his repeated defeats.
You can poke fun at his rigidity.
You can mock his overestimation of himself.
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But you can't mock his efforts, you can't mock his talent.
Whether it's the orthodox cultivation path or the martial arts path, he can reach the top level among his peers.
The power of this Huang Liang Sword Manual, within the realm of Divine Arrival, is absolutely not inferior to any top-tier sword manual.
Unlike Zhang Xun's sword qi that was condensed to the extreme, forming threads, his sword qi was a different kind of solidity, a unification of force and intention. But at this moment, it shattered.
> ... together with the unfolding sword style.
But Jiang Wang merely drew his sword!
Before it blooms, divine power can only be considered a seed of divine power.
Only after flowering can it be called a divine skill.
Counting with my fingers, the true Sword Immortal hasn't appeared before people for half a year.
This was a half year of rapid growth after the divine manifestation, it was another half year that Jiang Wang had not wasted.
Today's audience, gathered here, is undoubtedly fortunate to have such a sight.
Few have ever seen Jiang Wang fully display the might of a sword immortal. And most of them... are already dead.
At this moment, Zhongli Yan slashed out with his sword, severing the Huangliang dream. He split space into pages, forming a book of Huangliang.
Jiang Wang drew his sword from its scabbard at the spine of the book.
The sword wields the divine powers of myriad techniques, a moment's brilliance illuminating all.
High above, falling from the heavens was Huacheng, carved from fireworks. Or perhaps that city wasn't truly magnificent. Yet, every detail was concrete, the flames real. Because it held memories, its brilliance shone with firelight, making it appear especially radiant.
Frequently I think of old friends and the old city.
Thus, let us captivate the world!
A wave of murmurs arose from the stands.
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Zuo Guanglie was a formidable figure back in his day, truly renowned throughout the borderlands. He commanded considerable influence on the steppe. By then, he had already created Yan Hua for quite some time, making it the most famous foundational fire-based dao technique in the world. The idea of using Yan Hua to burn down cities already existed in its nascent form back then. When he first used it in battle at the age of nineteen, it immediately became his most representative dao technique.
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This technique is known by many people.
Of course, I've only heard descriptions.
Now the Yancheng reappears, burning in the Canglang Arena. Like a legend reborn, it evokes memories of bygone years.
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The yellow relic on the sidelines was momentarily dumbfounded.
She couldn't help but remember the scene from two years ago on the riverside platform. When she was half-squatting beside the martial arts platform watching the fight, she saw that young man in green robes pressing a beautiful firework onto the face of someone named Xiang who had shown off his body as if he were a formidable bandit leader, then pressing it to the ground.
It was that very moment that allowed her to break free from those dazzling, beautiful skins and see the true beauty of what they called Fairy Jiang.
It is the beauty of the divine.
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But how is it now compared to then
The young man back then already possessed the might of a god, and the fireworks back then had already constructed Huacheng.
This Flame City of Yanhe directly crashed down. In an instant, it shattered the Huangliang Sword's momentum, sending the dream back to reality. It smashed Zhongliyan and his sword into the sky, causing the Qi Blood Dragon to roar in pain!
Zhong Liyan spat out a large mouthful of blood, but it was as light as spitting saliva. He only fell several dozen feet before flipping back up, like a dragon rising from the abyss. He remained unharmed, his energy and blood surging.
Wu Fu's powerful physique was their greatest reliance in battle. It was also the reason why he could still be active and lively despite Zhong Li Yan's repeated provocations against Dou Zhao.
This is the present moment.
The terrifying flames mingled with blood, and the air was filled with an unspeakable burnt smell.
In the fragments of space, Jiang Wang was just a horizontal sword!
This flavor swelled to an extreme in an instant, like the surge of the sea, filling Zhongli Yan's sense of smell in a moment.
What made his will as unyielding as it was also gave him a fleeting moment of confusion.
Wuhufu's spirit and blood are condensed as one, especially for powerful warriors like Zhongli Yan who have reached the twenty-first level of martial arts. Although they cannot project their spiritual consciousness or interfere with reality, it is almost impossible to injure them on the soul level. If the soul rashly enters a martial artist's Yuanshen Sea, it would probably be burned by their qi and blood first.
Therefore, Jiang Wang's sword strike that cut down the Six Desires Bodhisattva did not target its primordial spirit sea but instead interfered with reality using his spiritual awareness, guiding the "sense of smell" of the Six Desires.
While its power pales in comparison to the spirit realm, sometimes the application of Taoist arts lies more in "appropriateness".
To probe their intentions, and then take a step closer.
Jiang Wang drew his sword horizontally, but the wind howled and clouds surged. The spirits of the Seven Constellations appeared together, slashing the violent qi storm onto Zhongli Yan!
This time, Zhongli Yan's fall was without hesitation, almost like a meteorite, crashing heavily onto the ground. The paving stones engraved with powerful formations creaked uncomfortably under his weight.
The pavement, of a city defense level, seemed to indent around where his back hit the ground.
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The pain of torn flesh and muscle is nothing, and injuries to the internal organs are but trifles.
Zhongli Yan most didn't want to admit was, at this moment his physical body slammed into the floor tiles, he felt a kind of pressure.
A kind of pressure similar to facing Dou Zhao!
This doesn't mean that Jiang Wang's power has any overwhelming advantages. Those spells, supernatural powers, and sword techniques are indeed powerful, but Zhongli Yan is not someone without discernment, nor does he lack countermeasures.
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Instead, it was the feeling of being constantly restricted and outmaneuvered at every turn that made him feel stiff and constrained throughout the fight. Despite possessing a powerful physique and swordsmanship skills that were unmatched, he could only be beaten helplessly.
It seemed like every move he made was within his opponent's expectations. Or perhaps, he was always walking the path of unavoidable choices.
Like a fish thrashing in a net, unable to escape the invisible giant web.
Though they had first met in the Sea of Mountains, Mingming believed he still possessed a considerable advantage. Today's him was over a hundred times stronger than he was then. Yet, he couldn't even land a single blow.
Such a result... how could he accept it!
Click click click click.
His bones crackled one by one.
The Spine Dragon unleashes to the twenty-first vertebrae, opening the power of the twenty-first Heaven!
There was a sound of a bowstring being drawn taut, making the very air solidify. It was his muscles, clenching at a terrifying pace, piece by piece.
Like precisely engineered puppet parts, the adjustment was completed in an instant, every part of the body bursting with power.
The tremors in the void, faintly like the roar of a beast, were his blood surging with rage.
This power swelled to its limits, causing space itself to warp.
And that dragon of vital energy soared into the sky, flames of blood igniting around its body. These blood flames were in no way evil, but rather majestic and bright, burning like the scorching sun, possessing an awe-inspiring dignity.
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This blood flame also boils on Zhongli's body.
At this moment, they seemed to be the same, already in unison.
The Qi and Blood Dragon shrank abruptly, suddenly falling onto the Southern Mountain Sword, winding around its hilt. Like a phantom blood cord, it bound Zhongli Yan's palm and the sword hilt together, then vanished.
In the world, if there is a sound of the Tao.
Click.
Zhong Li's flames spread out from his back, clinging to the tiled floor and branching like a spider web!
All the majesty, grandeur, and fervor...in the end, it was just a faint "sound." The bowstring snapped.
He charged at Jiang Wang once again at an astonishing speed. The process was so fast that it couldn't even be caught by the naked eye.
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But boom!
He was met with another city ablaze with fireworks.
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Too precise, too apt.
All of this happened almost simultaneously, giving the impression that Zhongli Yan erupted suddenly and arrogantly rammed the Flame City with his physical body.
Zhongli Yan, with the full release of the power of his twenty-first heaven in Martial Arts, actually managed to hold back Yan Cheng at this moment.
His arm bulged with veins, and the Nan Yue sword strained against the air, causing it to hum.
People and Yancheng, set in mid-air!
For a moment, people couldn't tell whether it was the fiery blaze of the fireworks consuming the city that burned hotter, or Zhongli's flaming aura surrounding him that raged more violently.
But Jiang Wang didn't intend to make a distinction.
A figure in green robes walked through the city of flames, like a celestial swordsman, walking in his immortal realm.
In the brilliant flames and familiar cityscape, his sword light was still flashing.
At this moment, it was impossible to see how many swords he had unleashed. All people could see were the surging tides of techniques and divine abilities—
That grayish-white light, is the glow of decaying wood.
Vermilion red, is the true fire of Samadhi.
Jealousy, anger, and Bi Fang's seal.
The one-legged divine bird raises its head and flaps its wings.
A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix, chirping and twittering. As a result, the eight musical sounds burn the sea.
The ominous seal appears with a ghostly light.
The sword light flashed again, and it had already swiftly struck out with the Unzhou Wind! Under this surge, Zhongli Yan kept falling, falling incessantly. He swung his sword hundreds, thousands of times, yet he could only continue to fall—
He fell to the ground once more, landing precisely where he had hit before. He was perfectly embedded there. The already cracked paving stone crumbled completely this time, becoming dust that was lifted by the wind!
The stands around the stadium fell silent all at once, an unnerving stillness.
Wu Yan Lan Zhu's heart jumped to her throat, almost ready to scream, but in the surrounding deathly silence, she bit her lip tightly.
Only then did she realize that her hand had been squeezed white as bone by her best friend.
Under the gaze of the spectators, a last wisp of frost-white wind, named Bu Zhou Feng, suddenly bent before Zhong Li Yan's neck and returned.
Jiang Wang sheathed his sword and with a single hand, pressed the Huò Dòu 印, calming the chaotic energy around him. The turbulent sword qi, blood qi, and even fragments of space were all smoothed over.
His frostwind also dissipated, the red flames extinguished, and the celestial wheel's brilliance converged into nothingness.
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For a moment, the sky was clear and bright, and all around was peaceful. Only a young man in plain blue robes stood calmly and gracefully, his bearing impressive. It was as if everything that had just happened—the battle with heaven and earth, the tumultuous chaos—had never occurred.
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Only lying on the ground, already exhausted Zhongli Yan, that bewildered look... Still speaks volumes about the intensity of the battle.
...his feelings could still be described in some ways.
He had never truly underestimated the heroes of the world, nor would he ever underestimate himself.
No matter when, no matter how badly he lost in front of Dou Zhao, he never gave up on himself.
The Great Chu state has been established for thousands of years, and human history spans millions of years. Countless figures have lived illustrious lives.
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He believes he will always have a place.
He believed that he must possess extraordinary talent, an exceptional destiny, and the ability to overcome all. Even if born with natural fighting prowess, who else in the world could compare to Jiang Wang Bao was younger than Dou Zhao, but the pressure he faced was similar to Dou Zhao's.
He was completely dominated throughout the entire battle, finding no opportunity whatsoever. To such a degree that he couldn't even muster any resentment!
At this moment, a hand reached out in front of him.
Then came the face of Great Qi's Wuan Marquis, looking increasingly ethereal and serene as he gazed upon him.
Without sarcasm, without pity, just an ordinary... kind of like "seeing a passerby fall and reaching out to help," that's the kind of emotion it was.
"This scoundrel is different from Dou Zhao. Dou Zhao would usually kick someone down in this situation..."
Zhongli Yan was thinking randomly.
With a sudden slap, he swatted the hand in front of him away. Zhong Liyan flipped over and jumped up, leaping out of the humanoid pit. He said angrily, "This time I wasn't paying attention, letting you take advantage. Just wait for me, next time I'll make you pay!"
Then, after threateningly looking around, he swaggered away.
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Look at that swagger, as if he were the victor!
Jiang Wang watched his back in some surprise.
Of course, I wasn't surprised by his attitude, but I was amazed by his recovery ability...
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If he were out of place, with such an injury, he himself knew it would be best not to rest for a few days.
Zhong Liyan merely patted his buttocks, acting as if nothing had happened.
He couldn't help but remind himself in his heart - if he were to fight a martial cultivator to the death in the future, he must never give them a chance to retaliate. If one could die, then die; if one could be crippled, then cripple. First, dismantle all possibilities of resistance, and then talk about anything else.
The beautiful emcee named Bianqiang at the Canglang Fighting Arena was still enthusiastically announcing the results.
But Jiang Wang had already turned and left Qingya Platform, with a carefree air.
Of course, the State of Chu was blessed with outstanding people and fertile land, producing many prodigies. Among those who achieved fame in Chu, Zhongli Yan was definitely not an ordinary figure.
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But for the Wuanhou of today, winning against Zhongli Yan is no longer something to be proud of.
On both sides of the Qingya Stage, gigantic archways descended once more, severing the vision of the peerless figures from the State of Qi.
The entire Qingya Terrace was boiling with excitement. Though the audience in the stands were either wealthy or noble, they weren't reserved at all in the fighting arena. Some whispered excitedly to each other, others argued loudly, and many shouted Jiang Wang's name with fervent expressions.
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Some people were still not satisfied and asked when the next match for Jiang Wang could be arranged.
Huang Sheli ignored it completely.
To her, all the nobles and commoners were equal—
>It's just some paying customers.
Of course, you should be enthusiastic about clients.
But customers who have already paid...
She clutched the photo stone in her hand, beaming as she left.rent from when my sister was alive.The second time she came to the Heavenly Capital, she couldn't remember how long it had been. At the moment when oil was running out and candles were dying, every br...