Dominating Martial King
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371: Chapter 226: One Slash (Please Subscribe)_3 371: Chapter 226: One Slash (Please Subscribe)_3 At that moment, Hu Kan’s expression subtly changed as he looked towards the top floor of the opposite restaurant, where a group of scholarly men in official robes gathered.

These scholars seemed to have booked the entire top floor.

There were only twenty or thirty civil officials standing by the rail, not as crowded as the top floors of the other twenty-some restaurants.

“They are from Debating Martial Arts Tower,” Hu Kan’s eyes lit up, “Quite a crowd has gathered, and three Divine Mechanism Scholars are here.”

Officials of Fourth Grade such as Divine Mechanism Scholars usually wouldn’t pay attention to conflicts between low-ranking Martial Cultivators.

Hu Lai smiled casually, “They can’t afford not to come.

It would be fine if Brother Chu lost, but if he won, Debating Martial Arts Tower would be utterly disgraced, even at their grandmother’s house.”

Right then, in a private room two yards away from them, Iron Shura Si Huangquan furrowed his brows and turned to look at a young man behind him.

The young man was dressed in a brocade gown, with a straight blade at his waist.

He was tall, with red lips, white teeth, and a handsome face.

This was none other than Divine Swallow Saber Li Xiu.

“Brother Li?” Si Huangquan turned around, “May I ask what brings Brother Li here?”

Li Xiu’s gaze skipped over Si Huangquan and looked out the window at the large stone platform.

“I have received word that Chu Xisheng has arranged for his ship back to East State, setting sail at the end of 7am today.”

Si Huangquan’s pupils dilated slightly, instinctively gripping his Yuan Yang Saber.

He was grateful to Chu Xisheng.

However, in that instant, Si Huangquan couldn’t help but feel a strong urge to fight.

In Chu Xisheng’s eyes, was his sword skill really so negligible?

Chu Xisheng believed that he could resolve them, the three of them, within an hour?

“So, I would like to ask Brother Si to allow me to take the second duel.

If Wang Ming loses, let me go first.”

Li Xiu narrowed his eyes, a hint of mockery in his gaze, “I have never been so underestimated in my life.

I’d like to see what makes him so confident.”

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Meanwhile, on the platform, Chu Xisheng and Mad Blade Wang Ming had already positioned themselves a yard apart.

Wei Feilong from Eastern Heaven Association pulled a copper coin from his sleeve.

His voice was even, yet carried an authoritative tone that brooked no disobedience, “Normally, you would be required to sign a Life and Death contract, but since both of you are impetuous, there’s no need for such formalities.

However, you both know the rules of the platform, and any violation will lead Eastern Heaven Association to pursue you relentlessly.

You will find that though the world is large, there will be no place for you to hide.”

Wei Feilong then tossed the copper coin, “Take note!

When the copper coin lands, you may begin!”

Clank!

As Wei Feilong flicked his thumb, the copper coin shot up high, slowly descending after reaching a height of twenty yards.

Wang Ming trembled slightly, his eyes gleaming with extreme excitement and his face flushing unnaturally as he gripped the saber at his waist, intensely aware of Chu Xisheng and the trajectory of the falling copper coin.

“Your ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ is really impressive!

You probably didn’t use all your strength on the boat, did you?

Even I can’t claim I could win within twelve moves.

But you only have twelve moves, let me see, let me see the brilliance of your twelve sabers.”

He assessed that Chu Xisheng could only unleash twelve strikes with ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’.

Within these twelve moves, Chu Xisheng would be at his most fierce, most powerful, most terrifying, and most stunning.

In Wang Ming’s eyes, Chu Xisheng seemed like a flower about to bloom, about to reveal its most beautiful form to him.

Hurry up and start—

Why hasn’t the copper coin hit the ground yet?

Chu Xisheng also had his hand on his saber, his expression calm and unruffled.

He was thinking about the donkey meat sandwiches and soup from Heavenly Banquet, feeling a craving for them.

It seems the original host quite liked these two dishes, making him salivate at the memory of the donkey meat soup.

The taste of donkey meat in this world was different from that in another world.

Should he delay for half a day to satisfy his craving?

But as the copper coin fell to less than a yard from the ground, Chu Xisheng still put aside his distractions and focused entirely on his opponent.

Even a lion uses its full strength when catching a rabbit—this principle is always correct, irrespective of the situation.

At this moment, the entire stone platform was deathly silent, everyone holding their breath, intently watching the two on the platform.

Mad Blade Wang Ming had progressed at a divine speed since his debut.

His contemporaries rarely lasted more than three moves under his saber.

About half a year ago, he had fought with the individual currently ranked ninth among Shenxiu’s Ten Outstanding Sabers, holding his own for a hundred moves without defeat.

Since then, his fame had skyrocketed in Capital City Heluo.

Chu Xisheng was no weakling either.

He was known as Chu Yidao, and when he swept through young swordsmen across the Four States, it was always with a single saber strike.

The current public opinion also believed that the outcome between these two would be determined within ten moves.

Either Chu Xisheng would defeat Mad Blade Wang Ming within ten moves,

or Wang Ming would last beyond ten moves, exhausting Chu Xisheng’s True Yuan in full public view, pulling him down from Shenxiu Ten Masters!

It remained to be seen what today’s match would bring, who would win and who would lose?

Ding!

Clank!

As the copper coin landed, making a ringing sound,

both of them drew their sabers simultaneously, causing the stone platform to flash with cold light and vigorous force to surge.

Mad Blade Wang Ming moved like a phantom, positioning himself on Chu Xisheng’s left side.

From his 177 encounters with Chu Xisheng, this was the spot where Chu Xisheng’s strength and sword speed were weakest, the position also being the best to defend against ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’.

In that instant, Wang Ming’s pupils dilated, his eyes showing an incredible expression.

A white arc of light was growing larger in his sight.

It was Chu Xisheng’s ‘Gentle Wind Thunder Blade,’ and its sword speed had already reached the visual limit of Wang Ming.