Dominating Martial King
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557: Chapter 273: Contest for Supremacy (Please Subscribe)_2 557: Chapter 273: Contest for Supremacy (Please Subscribe)_2 “It’s not surprising, these cultivators of Fourth and Fifth Rank, all have money in their pockets.”

Sanping Hermit crossed his arms over his chest, unconcerned.

Even the least skilled among those on his boat had Sixth-Grade Cultivation.

The magic artifacts they carried were worth tens of thousands, even tens of thousands of taels each.

And Jianghu people, don’t they all earn their keep on the edge of a blade?

They are heavy gamblers.

“However, there’s quite a lot riding on Chu Xisheng, which does surprise me.”

“The odds we offered on Chu Xisheng were much higher than on Chu Ming,” the Earth Servant replied with a wry smile.

“I don’t feel good about this.

One is a Blood Vengeance Saint and the other a Blood Vengeance Candidate, both highly valued by the sect.

It won’t be good no matter who loses.”

“It won’t be good no matter who wins either.

Several Great Elders will reprimand me once they find out,” said Sanping Hermit, his expression nonchalant and casual.

“But the issue is that Chu Ming initiated the duel; Junior Brother Chu can’t possibly back down.

Can I really stop them?

Whatever the outcome, as long as we ensure their lives are not at risk, that’s all that matters.

Right now, I’m only concerned about who will win.

Who do you think will prevail?”

The Earth Servant shook his head, “It’s hard to say.

Theoretically, Chu Ming should have a greater chance of winning, being the daughter of Duke Wei and the princess.

She lacks neither magic artifacts, War Patterns, Martial Arts inheritance, nor Innate Bloodline.

However, many on the boat have seen Chu Xisheng’s blade in action; it truly chases the wind and sprints like lightning, far surpassing ordinary people.

I think his chances of winning are greater.”

As the Earth Servant spoke, his eyes took on a strange look while glancing at the ledger in his hand.

“According to the bets, if Chu Ming wins, we stand to make a small profit of 320,000 taels; on the other hand, if Chu Xisheng wins, we will break even — with no loss or gain.

Perhaps the odds provided by our lord for him were too high.”

Sanping Hermit was taken aback for a moment, then looked sideways at Chu Xisheng, wondering if this fellow’s strength could truly surpass Chu Ming’s.

Could he beat Chu Ming with Sixth-Grade Upper Cultivation?

The Heavenly Servants, Immortal Servants, and Spirit Servants beside him also wore strange expressions upon hearing this.

They were aware of Sanping Hermit’s gambling fortune.

Ever since their master cultivated a Qi Fortune Secret Method related to the ‘Pingtian Sword,’ Sanping Hermit always ended up with neither a loss nor a gain in all gambling encounters.

This Qi Fortune Secret Method required one condition to be fulfilled: to win or lose a specific number of times in chess, drinking games, or bets.

It was a ritual, essentially gambling against the Heavenly Dao and the Gods.

Only when Zong Sanping completed this ritual would he be able to master the Near-God Secret Technique that could break the wheel of fate and control the Qi balance.

Unfortunately, an intangible force always prevented Sanping Hermit from achieving his goal.

No matter what Zong Sanping wagered on, the result would always be a tie, even when playing chess or drinking.

Sometimes he would win a round only to lose it in the next.

Regardless of how hard Sanping Hermit tried, he could never escape the outcome of breaking even when the games came to an end.

To say nothing of winning, it wasn’t even easy for Zong Sanping to lose.

So, upon hearing about Chu Xisheng’s betting situation, the three servants had the same thought arise simultaneously in their minds.

Their master had probably made a mistake again, and the ‘Blood Vengeance Candidate’ had a significant chance of winning.

Just as Zong Sanping finished speaking with his Earth Servant attendant, the Copper Coin flipped by Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang finally tumbled onto the deck, emitting a ‘thud’ of a dull sound.

Chu Ming drew her sword with meteoric speed, at least twice as fast as Zhu Kongming.

Their blades crossed mid-air with a ‘clank’ of reverberation.

Though Chu Xisheng’s Sword Speed was two levels higher than Chu Ming’s, his strength was quite inferior, and he was sent retreating three feet away by Chu Ming’s sword power.

Chu Ming’s following strikes, like scattered stars, pierced towards Chu Xisheng, clashing rapidly and producing the ringing of hammers.

“For someone with a cultivation lower than Seventh Rank to parry my ten sword strikes, your Sword Skill and Bloodline Talent are indeed exceptional.”

Chu Ming thrust her sword ten times, with nearly every strike forcing Chu Xisheng to step back.

However, Chu Xisheng, despite retreating, maintained a staunch and orderly defense, with impenetrable guard.

This piqued Chu Ming’s interest, and her battle spirit soared.

She seemed to transform into the boundless night sky, with her stabbing sword lights resembling all the stars of heaven, continuously raining down in front of Chu Xisheng.

In the blink of an eye, she executed over thirty consecutive strikes.

Just as Chu Xisheng was pushed back to the forty-third step, Chu Ming’s sword momentum suddenly changed, revealing the immense Bai Zhu Star Palace behind her!

Chu Xisheng, his right hand wielding the Golden Blade Golden Jade Marriage Blade, displayed a look of understanding in his eyes.

This world has the Four Spirits, but not the Four Symbols.

The stars of heaven were divided by twelve giant gods into the Twelve Star Palaces, with Bai Zhu being one of them, representing the power of ‘metal.’

This was the powerful Extreme Move of the West Capital Chu Family’s ancestral ‘All Heavens Star Fall Sword’—All Heavens Star Fall*Bai Zhu!

Chu Xisheng, however, remained impassive, turning his blade into a mirror.

Divine Wind Bright Mirror Blade*Return Light!

A ‘clank’ resounded between the two, sparks flying everywhere.

An expression of disbelief spread across Chu Ming’s face.

She had always been on guard for any Vengeance reflection, but after forty-three strikes without encountering any rebound of sword power, Chu Ming had let down her guard somewhat.

At that moment, however, Chu Xisheng perfectly reflected her Extreme Move back at her, and infused his own True Yuan into it, making the resulting Geng Metal Sword Qi even more terrifying.

“Clang!”

Caught off guard, Chu Ming managed to barely deflect her own ‘Star Falling Sword*Bai Zhu’ near her neck at the last three feet.

But even before that, Chu Ming’s pupils had already narrowed to the size of needles.

For as Chu Xisheng reflected her Extreme Move, he concurrently drew the Jade Knife Jade Ruler Gold Standard Knife with his other hand.