All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 417 - 60 Alas, You’re in a Hurry Again (4/3)

Chapter 417: Chapter 60 Alas, You’re in a Hurry Again (4/3)

"Will I win?"

Watching Nian Quan’s reply, Principal He didn’t understand the meaning at all in the first instant. His narrow eyes opened slightly, the chip’s glow had not yet faded, and he looked towards the stage with confusion.

[Today’s contestant from Third Middle School of Xuanye City, Nian Quan, is the only person among the top eight in the singles competition of the Special City who isn’t from First Middle School. Unbeaten since he started his career and having grasped the Sword Intent, he is a seed of the Sword Immortals. Although contestant Nian Quan seems to be unable to lift his sword due to an injury to his right arm, his calm demeanor as he enters the stage suggests he may have other trump cards up his sleeve?]

The commentator tried his best to hype up the atmosphere, but obviously, no one in the audience was optimistic about Nian Quan, who couldn’t use his sword.

And his opponent, the thin Yu Guan, was somewhat puzzled as to why Nian Quan would enter the competition, but upon seeing Nian Quan’s calm expression, he revealed a smile with a hint of cruelty, "Don’t blame me for being harsh later... who asked you to stand in our way?"

"First Middle School, Yu Guan."

"Third Middle School, Nian Quan."

After exchanging salutes, Yu Guan summoned three Spell Spirits with just a thought.

This kind of God Summoning Skills, derived from sowing beans to create soldiers, can advance to ’Dao Law Enforcer’ and ’Summoning Divine Rite.’ It can also diversify into fostering Demon Spirits and refining True Spirits for the Beast Tamer school, a truly promising path. Its combat strength is formidable at any stage, making it a hexagon-style school without any weak points as long as you choose the right partners and invest enough resources.

Although the Yu family is also quite wealthy, it is still not enough to perfect the skill of ’Summoning Gods,’ which is why he is so eager for resources and fixated on joining the Qiu Zhen Society to become a member of the core circle.

The Yan Family of Xuanye are descendants of Immortals, still possessing True Lords and True Persons of the Purple Mansion in existence today; a bit of resources from their hands would be more than enough for families like his, which are only at the Foundation Establishment level, to feast on.

The three Spell Spirits, one resembling a giant wolfhound, incredibly agile and displaying a high desire to attack, and a giant eagle hovering with wings spread, seemingly wrapped in bladed talons, capable of capturing and killing giant beasts with its pounce.

The third one was even more extravagant, a muscular giant bear that shielded Yu Guan securely and possessed immense strength. When its paws struck the platform, it raised a cloud of dust all over.

"Go, tear him apart!"

With both offense and defense, covering ground and air, Yu Guan did not hesitate at all. He allowed the Spell Spirits to move freely while he cast reinforcing Skills from behind—if Nian Quan were to be seriously injured by the autonomously acting Spell Spirits, it would be due to his insufficient strength, and Yu Guan wouldn’t need to take any responsibility.

As for whether Nian Quan could defeat his carefully refined three Spell Spirits? Ha, how could that be possible? He would never underestimate his opponent for any reason, especially since these three Spell Spirits were...

Nian Quan, from beginning to end, paid no attention to Yu Guan’s thoughts, nor to the three Spell Spirits that seemed extremely troublesome at first glance.

He lifted his hand, silently observing his wooden right arm.

"I am the sword, and the sword is me..."

The youth muttered to himself, then raised his head, his eyes reflecting the dawn of the sea like the Cang Bo Morning Pupil, their Spiritual Light sparkling. He pierced through the obstruction of the Spell Spirits, directly locking onto Yu Guan, who was forming hand seals.

He raised his Sword Finger, summoning the Heavenly River Sword Intent and Piercing Armor True Strength with the fastest, strongest, and most forceful momentum. He stirred up all his ’Heavenly River True Qi’ and channeled it into his excessively sturdy wooden right arm, transforming it into Airborne Sword Qi, and pointed it straight at Yu Guan.

A thunderous boom erupted, like rolling thunder, or the roar of a great river. In that instant, the giant bear Spell Spirit that was brandishing its claws, ready to pounce towards Nian Quan, exploded into a shower of Spiritual Light fragments, and the hound and giant eagle Spell Spirits were shattered even more finely.

The entire platform trembled slightly, and countless dust particles were pushed into the air as if by an invisible wall; a mighty river surged, sweeping everything before it. Yu Guan had no time to react; he was blown away by the Heavenly River Sword Qi amongst the splinters of his Spell Spirits’ Spiritual Light!

"Pfft!"

Mid-flight, Yu Guan vomited a mouthful of blood from the backlash of his Art of Magic, and fainted entirely.

"...I yield." Meanwhile, Nian Quan slowly exhaled, alleviating the weakness in his legs and the powerlessness caused by going all out with his Sword Qi.

He stood calmly on the stage, waiting for the host to announce his victory before gracefully stepping down, smiling and jogging towards An Jing and Huo Qing.

"Impossible!"

In the VIP seats, the rotund principal of First Middle School, who had been smiling squinty-eyed, suddenly stood up with an incredulous look, staring blankly at the stage and bellowing, "How is this possible?"

Turning his head, he looked at Principal He, who also showed a stunned expression, and spat out fiercely, "Tell me, what elixir did you use? How could you still drive Spirit Qi like this after being afflicted with Solid Wood Muddled Evil Qi? You must have used forbidden drugs!"

Principal He had only just come to his senses at that moment; he could tell that the techniques Nian Quan used to wield the Sword Intent and Sword Qi were not common among the Tianyuan Realm’s Sword Cultivators, but more akin to Body Cultivation techniques... Using an arm solidified by Solid Wood Muddled Evil Qi as a sword to unleash strength far surpassing his normal limits? Truly a clever tactic! But why was he skilled in Body Cultivation techniques?

He looked pensively in the direction of An Jing and the others, then smiled at the no longer composure-maintaining chubby principal, "Don’t be hasty, Old Gao. You’re losing your composure. Mind your image."

Principal He was nonchalant, repeating what Principal Gao had said earlier word for word, "Let’s settle the matters of the stage on the stage itself. Talking like this makes you seem a little petty, a bit childish."

"Fine, fine... fine."

Principal Gao forcibly suppressed his rage and sat back down, returning to his previously jovial demeanor, "I didn’t see that coming, Old He, you really do have a secret trump card... But how far can such a secret technique get you?"

Though completely clueless as to why, Principal He was not to be outdone, "That’s not for you to worry about. Old Gao, what I am concerned about is how you’ll explain this to the clans back at First Middle School... I remember when I took first place, First Middle School ended up with a new principal, right?"

"You had better be careful too. Even if they don’t replace you, at the very least they might cut part of your salary."

On the stage, the two principals engaged in a verbal duel.

Below the stage, Yu Guan was carried away, while across the seats, Yan Chengju frowned deeply, staring intently in Nian Quan’s direction.

But all of this, for the three of them at this moment, were just trivial matters.

"Good job!"

An Jing and Nian Quan high-fived, laughing heartily, "Now you’re also in the semi-finals of the winners’ group—with another win tomorrow, you’ll head straight into the final day!"

"Nian Quan, are you confident?"

"Well, if you’d asked before, I could only grit my teeth and stubbornly claim so."

Nian Quan lowered his head, looking at his woodenized arm, which could now barely wield a sword, "But now... I can confidently say it out loud."

The young man smiled confidently, "I will win!"