Dominating Martial King
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558: Chapter 273: Contest for Supremacy (Please Subscribe)_3 558: Chapter 273: Contest for Supremacy (Please Subscribe)_3 His left hand had remained motionless, but when it moved, it was like thunder.

Chu Ming couldn’t discern the move used by her opponent, only seeing a flash of tricolored brilliance, it had already approached within three feet of her forehead!

Driven by the power of Wind, Thunder, and Cloud, the speed of the Jade Blade was so chilling it struck cold fear into her heart!

“You wish!”

At that moment, Chu Ming’s left hand also revealed a short sword over two feet long.

Her figure, utilizing the Power of Stars, retreated rapidly almost like a blink, striving to widen the gap while using the short sword in her hand to fend off the opponent’s Jade Blade.

What shocked Chu Ming was that Chu Xisheng’s movement technique was now not inferior to hers.

Like light and shadow, he stepped on time itself!

Chu Xisheng could manipulate the flow of time, moving at a speed that was half the usual.

The Jade Blade was also like a shadow, sticking on persistently like a chronic disease.

Chu Ming burst out with all her speed, retreating continuously, her steps sliding more than ten yards back nearly to the edge of the deck, and still she couldn’t shake off Chu Xisheng.

Far from shaking him off, the distance between them was instead shrinking.

However, just as the Jade Blade came within a foot of her forehead, Chu Ming finally managed to block it with her short sword.

A cold fierceness flashed in Chu Ming’s eyes.

She had been unguarded before, giving her opponent an advantage.

But now, as long as she could block this blade, she could turn the tide of victory!

She would use the endless Star Falling Sword technique to blast this scoundrel into debris.

But in the next instant, Chu Ming’s complexion drastically changed.

The Jade Blade she blocked was just an illusion.

The real Jade Ruler Gold Standard Blade had appeared in front of her throat, less than an inch away.

Chu Ming was too late to react, only able to watch as the blade broke through her Protective Gang Qi, halting right in front of her throat.

The control over the force was unstable until the blade’s edge penetrated two millimeters into her throat, finally stopping still, causing a fine line of blood to seep from her skin.

“I concede defeat,”

Inwardly, Chu Xisheng longed to sever Chu Ming’s head with a single blow, yet he restrained his resentment and stopped at a point.

He smiled slightly, sheathing both hands’ Golden Jade Marriage Sabers, “Forty-four moves in total.

You are ranked fourth among the Shenxiu Ten Masters, yet you are much stronger than Zhu Kongming.”

Hearing this, Chu Ming clenched her teeth so hard they nearly shattered.

She rarely sparred with others, but she absolutely hated the feeling of losing!

Especially when the surrounding spectators either cheered, lamented, or excitedly discussed, Chu Ming’s face flushed red from humiliation, feeling utterly disgraced.

“The so-called fourth seat of Shenxiu Ten Masters Sword, the Super Genius of the West Capital Chu Family, seems to be nothing special after all.”

“This time East State has really brought forth a remarkable figure, who even Chu Ming couldn’t match.

And she ranks seventy-ninth on the Qingyun General List—”

“Terrifyingly, this person’s cultivation is only at the lower Seventh Rank!

Given his talent, he’s definitely future Heavenly Pillar level.”

“Once this person arrives in You State, wouldn’t it be another story of a blade suppressing Heluo, dominating Capital City?”

“I wonder how the next Debating Martial Arts and Heavenly Mechanism Martial Arts Manual will rank him?

All the young geniuses from the Northern lands might start feeling uneasy.”

“Damn!

Lost money again, this Chu Ming’s cultivation and swordsmanship are not weak, but her combat performance is as terrible as dogshit.”

These comments pierced Chu Ming’s heart like knives as they reached her ears.

Chu Ming’s eyes began to show a star-white sheen, her hand gripping the sword tightening, her whole presence chillingly cold.

This bastard—

However, at that moment, ‘Purple Eyebrow Saber’ Mu Zhao Guang placed his Five-Ring Blade between them.

With a cold and warning tone, Mu Zhao Guang looked at Chu Ming, “Chu Ming, you have lost!”

He wouldn’t stand idly by as Chu Ming broke the rules of Jianghu, even if she was a duke’s daughter.

Chu Ming’s mind cleared momentarily, her sword-holding hand slightly relaxed.

But then her fury intensified.

Was this Purple Eyebrow Saber Mu Zhao Guang insinuating she couldn’t afford to lose?

By speaking such words, he was publicly humiliating her.

She snorted, sheathed her sword, and strode towards the ship’s ladder.

She couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer on this deck, feeling utterly uncomfortable under the gaze of those Jianghu people.

The septuagenarian servant did not immediately follow her; instead, he fixed his gaze on Chu Xisheng’s figure, his eyes profoundly solemn.

The Blood Vengeance Candidate chosen by the Formless Divine Sect proved to be far more troublesome than he and the duke had anticipated.

With the lady’s strength alone, it might not be enough to subdue him.

Sanping Hermit stood above on the stern tower, hand to his forehead, unable to bear looking.

“Bungled cleverness!

Is this the Holy Transmission of Blood Vengeance chosen by the sect?”

He had hoped this time to make some unexpected profit to somewhat offset his losses.

This time, to make room for Chu Xisheng and Chu Ming, he had at least lost 500,000 taels of Demon Silver.

He could have also enjoyed a victory in the gambling.

But due to the odds he set, he earned nothing.

“Your Majesty, before the Blood Revenge Blade Lord created the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, he too was defeated numerous times and was not invincible.”

The Spirit Servant, a thirty-year-old woman, looked at Chu Xisheng, admiring slightly, “Today’s battle is not a case of Chu Ming being too weak, but rather that this Blood Vengeance Candidate is too strong.

It’s just a pity—”

Pity that Chu Xisheng, no matter how strong now, is just a Blood Vengeance Candidate, unable to perfect the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade.

In the end, he will always be inferior to Chu Ming.”

“Indeed a pity.”

Sanping Hermit also sighed lightly.