Published: November 30, -0001
Most people had no time to react; they only saw the body of Yi Zi Dian Jian Zhuge Qing flicker, and a series of sharp sword lights had already penetrated Qin Chen's body.
So fast, it was incredibly fast.
With such a sword, let alone a peak Human Level early-stage martial artist, even a peak late-stage martial artist would find it extremely difficult to evade and would likely be slain by a single strike.
"Qin Chen can't be dead, right?"
"This ancient southern city’s arena competition does not allow for killing."
"Just one move to defeat the enemy, that kid truly couldn’t even withstand half a move."
"The gap is too great."
The crowd gasped in shock.
Even some Martial Venerable experts had their gazes sharpened; the Yi Zi Dian Jian was terrifying. It was no wonder it belonged to the renowned assassin from the Unending Tower. Given time, if it were allowed to grow, it could even threaten them.
"Wait, that kid isn’t dead; Zhuge Qing's sword just missed."
Suddenly, a strong expert snorted coldly, his tone heavy.
On the arena.
Yi Zi Dian Jian Zhuge Qing's face showed no joy; he turned abruptly to look at the other side of the arena.
There, a figure gradually appeared—who else could it be but Qin Chen?
"This kid is quite lucky, managing to instinctively retreat at the moment Zhuge Qing attacked, he narrowly avoided it."
Below the arena, Hua Tian Du narrowed his eyes and coldly laughed.
"It’s just luck. Faced with Yi Zi Dian Jian Zhuge Qing, he can’t escape death; ants should never dream of competing with dragons."
Hua Fei Wu’s tone was mocking.
On one side of the arena, Qin Chen looked at Zhuge Qing, smiled, and spoke indifferently, "Is this what you call defeating me in one move? It’s nothing much."
"It seems I underestimated you, managing to dodge my wind-sweeping move. Interesting, but that move was merely an appetizer; take this next one."
Buzz!
A sharp sword intent suddenly burst forth from Yi Zi Dian Jian Zhuge Qing, transforming into a brilliant sword rainbow soaring into the clouds. At the same time, the longsword in his hand lunged forward, a formless sword pressure like lightning instantaneously reached Qin Chen, blowing his hair back.
"Clang!"
Qin Chen remained expressionless, a rusty sword appearing in his hand at some point, striking forward indifferently, instantly clashing with the tip of Yi Zi Dian Jian Zhuge Qing's sword.
"Ding!"
The mysterious rusty sword collided with the azure longsword in the void, with two forces continuously intertwining, bursting forth brilliant sparks, incredibly dazzling.
"What powerful sword energy; are you also a swordsman? Unfortunately, in front of my cutting sword intent, it’s useless. Breaking sword intent, break for me!"
With a cold laugh, a sharp sword intent suddenly surged from the azure longsword in Zhuge Qing’s hand. The longsword, originally containing terrifying power, instantly burst forth in brilliant light, unleashing astonishing force.
Sizzle!
A cutting intent materialized, as if it could sever all things in the world.
Under the pressure of the cutting sword intent, the sword energy spewed from Qin Chen's mysterious rusty sword was instantly suppressed and torn apart with a series of muffled sounds.
"A broken sword thinks it can block my fourth-level Azure Thunder Sword's attack? Too laughable."
Gazing at the rusty sword in Qin Chen’s hand, Zhuge Qing's eyes showed disdain.
A true swordsman regards his longsword as himself; the longsword is life, how could one allow their life to rust?
Clearly, besides his decent sword technique, Qin Chen was not worthy of being called a swordsman.
Outside the ancient southern city.
Numerous Martial Venerable experts were also astonished.
This Qin Chen’s weapon was actually such a rusty, nearly rotten broken sword?
How poor must this land of the Five Nations be, for such a genius to not even have a decent sword to wield?
That’s utterly embarrassing!
"A true swordsman does not care about the grade of the sword in hand; the sword lies in the heart, even a blade of grass or a tree can become a sword."