King of Creation
Chapter 374 - 370: The Final Battle

Chapter 374: Chapter 370: The Final Battle

Whoosh!

Above their heads, a sword gang over twenty meters long, accompanied by a ghastly whooshing sound, chopped straight down at a swordsman who had just managed to roll over onto his feet.

Before this, the swordsman had been knocked to the ground by three consecutive blows from another swordsman, and this final strike was intended to take his life, sealing his fate.

In this life-or-death moment, the swordsman’s arms strangely twisted just then; his left forearm and upper arm overlapping instantly, then slanting above his forehead.

The next instant, the swordsman drew his sword with his backhand as spiritual power burst forth like the sun, the steel blade in his hand gleamed with a cold light akin to a dagger, and he charged, together with his sword, towards the swordsman high above.

Crack!

The sound of a sharp sword breaking bone sent shivers down the spine of the listeners.

The swordsman’s sword gang cleanly and sharply severed the swordsman’s left forearm then sharply cut into his upper left arm.

Crack!

The sound of fractured sternum and the dull thud of a knife cutting into flesh rose almost simultaneously.

In the very moment when he hurled his body into the embrace of the swordsman, the latter thrust his treasured sword fiercely forward, then viciously...stirred!

Splat!

Blood uncontrollably sprayed from the mouth of the swordsman. Even as his eyes widened, wanting to say something, his mouth gushed with blood, leaving him unable to speak.

Only the swordsman, with eyes wide with rage, stared intently at the swordsman whose eyes revealed fear, as blood dripped down from the severed arm.

At last, the final duel on the Dragonhead Stage No.6 ended with an extremely horrifying and bloody outcome.

At the brink of death, the swordsman sacrificed an arm in exchange for his life, earned a better ranking, and took his opponent’s life.

All spectators watched with somber expressions. This was the nature of the Black Dragon Ranking match, fiercely stirring yet brutally merciless, soaking the Dragonhead Arena with blood at each session.

With this swordsman included, this was already the fifth life claimed in this tournament.

"Only those who are ruthless to themselves can truly be considered ruthless!"

Seeing the pools of blood on the ground, Ye Zhen sniffed hard, strangely, the scent of blood incredibly exciting him at the moment.

Ye Zhen knew his battle was upon him.

Withdrawing his last gaze from the body of the swordsman, Ye Zhen moved out from the crowd and slowly stepped onto Dragonhead Stage No.8. By then, the sun was setting, and more than two hours had elapsed since the last duel ended on Dragonhead Stage No.8.

Huaa Wushuang had been healing for a good part of the day.

Certainly, Ye Zhen wouldn’t mention it, and Qing Yii wouldn’t rush it either, happy to watch Huaa Wushuang recover his formidable strength and then cruelly dominate Ye Zhen, letting Huaa Wushuang heal until the end of the Black Dragon Ranking match.

Suddenly, some keen-eyed martial artists saw that on the vacant Dragon Head Arena stage another figure had appeared; recalling something, they then, almost desperately, rushed towards where Dragon Head Stage No.8 was.

In a moment, tens of thousands within the Black Dragon Ancient Land surged towards Dragon Head Stage No.8 like a tidal wave.

Ye Zhen’s eyes, sharp as blades, also shot towards the distant figure of Huaa Wushuang kneeling on the ground.

"Huaa Wushuang, do you dare to fight against me, Ye Zhen!"

His explosive shout echoed like thunder in the heavens and earth and successfully made Huaa Wushuang open his eyes.

"Ye Zhen, for you to freely let me heal until now, allowing my wounds to recover nearly ninety percent, I respect this about you,"

"But, you are still... going to die!"

Huaa Wushuang stood up instantly and strode towards Dragon Head Arena No.8.

With each step, he slightly vibrated his body, causing even the air to flow with his movements, an inexplicable force surging like a tide forced the martial artists blocking Huaa Wushuang’s way to involuntarily clear a path for him.

In that instant, the awe-inspiring presence of Huaa Wushuang, the World’s No.1 Young Master, was fully restored, except for his somewhat darkened scalp.

Without hair, a shiny bald head, no matter how one looked at it, it didn’t quite summon a dashing appearance.

Caiyi’s beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed, her gaze towards Huaa Wushuang revealing a dangerously radiant shine.

"Hehe, half a year ago, you called me an ant, saying you could crush me within three moves, but what happened?"

"Half a day ago, you were all ready to give Mo Xinsui, Brother Mo, a good lesson, and then the World’s No.1 Young Master turned into a bald head!"

"So you see, I really don’t need to take your words to heart."

"Big talk and boasting, everyone can do it!"

As Ye Zhen chuckled lightly, Huaa Wushuang’s full-confidence expression suddenly faltered, becoming somewhat unnatural.

Ye Zhen couldn’t agree with what he said, but he couldn’t refute it either because what Ye Zhen said was the truth.

"Hmph, are you trying to disturb my mental state with this? I, Huaa Wushuang, have been through countless trials, my state of mind isn’t easily swayed by mere words!"

"The fight has already started, and as expected, a battle between masters is indeed extraordinary. This Ye Zhen, even psychological elements can be used to advantage, impressive!"

Mo Xinsui, who was hovering in the air watching the battle, murmured appreciatively only to be met with a giant eye-roll from Yem Yuan next to him, "All nonsense! Instead of that, you might as well go up and throw a couple of punches!"

"You don’t understand!"

"Who says I don’t understand, isn’t this just a battle of momentum? Take the initiative and let him eat dirt, and see all the momentum come out!" Yem Yuan retorted with a look of defiance.

"Big talk and boasting, everyone can do it!" Mo Xinsui echoed Ye Zhen’s earlier words to rebuke Yem Yuan, "If you can knock Huaa Wushuang down with a face-plant as soon as you enter the stage, I’ll admit you’re incredible!"

"Psh, of course I don’t have that ability. Do you?" Yem Yuan rolled his eyes again.

"Who says I don’t! Look, you must know how Huaa Wushuang got his bald head, right?"

Mo Xinsui’s words immediately made Yem Yuan’s eyes roll back, a skill Mo Xinsui truly possessed.

"Those who don’t want to die, step back, everyone keep a hundred meters distance from the Dragonhead Stage No.8 for viewing!" When Huaa Wushuang stepped onto Dragonhead Stage No.8, Qing Yii’s shout rang out.

Instantly, the crowd retreated like a tide.

Watching the excitement was important, but their lives were more important.

It is worth mentioning that this allowed more people to watch the competition. As for the distance, it made little difference to a Martial Artist whether it was one mile or ten miles.

"Is that so, then please, I’ve been waiting for this battle for a long time!"

At the corner of Huaa Wushuang’s mouth, again inexplicably stalled, Ye Zhen’s words reminded him of many things. If Ye Zhen had not given him such a long recovery time, perhaps he might have faced humiliation again.

If he only had fifty to sixty percent of his Combat Power, he really had little confidence in battling Ye Zhen, but now, with nearly ninety percent of his strength, it was different.

From this, it could be seen that even Huaa Wushuang’s so-called well-tempered mindset could be affected.

"Please!"

As the word was uttered, Water and Fire Dual-colored Spiritual Power immediately surged onto Huaa Wushuang’s left and right hands, the terrifying wave of Spiritual Power rising abruptly.

Just at this moment, the Spiritual Power around Ye Zhen burst out wildly, and a pair of Spiritual Power Wings formed in an instant.

Whooosh!

A curtain of rosy light descended from the sky, enveloping Dragonhead Stage No.8 completely!

The instant the Spiritual Power Wings formed, Ye Zhen’s figure vanished abruptly; a flash of red brilliance passed, and a jade-colored finger emitting a terrifying aura appeared a meter away from Huaa Wushuang’s forehead, pointing fiercely at him.

The moment the jade-colored finger appeared, Huaa Wushuang’s left hand covered in Water Spirit Power drew circles in front of him like lightning.

The dense Water Spirit Power on his palm flowed like water, forming one circular trajectory after another with the movement of Huaa Wushuang’s left hand, solidifying into ring after ring of Water Spirit Whirlpools.

Thud!

Ye Zhen’s Floating Cloud Finger penetrated into the Water Spirit Whirlpool laid by Huaa Wushuang at the same time.

Under the Floating Cloud Finger, the Water Spirit Whirlpool tore like paper, but every time one was torn apart, more than several Water Spirit Whirlpools were rapidly reformed.

Eventually, Huaa Wushuang’s left hand danced into a blur, layer upon layer of Water Spirit Whirlpools densely packed downward, solidifying into a water vortex in the void as if it were tangible.

Splash!

After breaking through countless layers of Water Spirit Whirlpools, Ye Zhen’s Floating Cloud Finger finally dissipated.

"Water and Fire Drill!"

Huaa Wushuang’s palm suddenly reversed, the previously defensive Water Spirit Whirlpool swiftly reversed, condensing into an extremely terrifying Water Spirit drill head, furiously bombing towards Ye Zhen.

Almost simultaneously, Huaa Wushuang’s right palm flashed, another Fire Spirit drill head also bombarded towards Ye Zhen.

Those Spiritual Power drill heads aimed in the same direction; it was foreseeable that even if Ye Zhen could barely capture one of the Spiritual Power drill heads, the subsequent one would reveal earth-shattering might.

"Oh no, senior brother is in trouble now..." Wuw Mingda exclaimed as he watched, a hint of seriousness appearing on everyone’s faces.

Ye Zhen’s attacks were strong indeed, but the gap in Cultivation stood firm; Huaa Wushuang could withstand Ye Zhen’s attacks with his Cultivation, but Ye Zhen might not have this capability.

The next instant, with a fleeting flash of light, Ye Zhen gave everyone the answer.

The Spiritual Power Wings vibrated once again.

Silver Line Flash!

A red blaze flashed momentarily, and Ye Zhen’s figure suddenly appeared a kilometer away from the edge of the Dragonhead Stage.

Almost the same moment Ye Zhen’s figure vanished, the two Water and Fire drills collided fiercely together.

Boom!

A deafening explosion, terrifying flares, immediately filled the entire Dragonhead Stage, which seemed to shake under the might of this Water and Fire explosion.

Even the curtain of rosy light showed slight fluctuations.

High in the sky, the faces of the Soul Sea Realm Martial Artists watching the fight changed simultaneously.

The might of Huaa Wushuang’s move was such that even some among them felt inadequate.

A hundred meters away, a group of Martial Artists watching the fight suddenly narrowed their eyes, retreating back two steps in fear despite being a hundred meters away from the Dragonhead Stage.

Whoosh!

Ye Zhen’s figure vanished from its original spot once again.

A red brilliance flashed by, and Ye Zhen’s figure suddenly appeared behind Huaa Wushuang.

With a roaring thundery sound, the Profound Yang Sword suddenly unsheathed, a hurricane-like Sword Light wheel rolling towards Huaa Wushuang, accompanied by a chilly Qi!

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