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Chapter 320: Top Ten Contestants - Jian Wushuang

Chapter 320: Chapter 320: Top Ten Contestants - Jian Wushuang

"Jian Wushuang, come out!"

"Your subordinate acknowledges the command!"

Jian Wushuang was a handsome, cold man who, upon hearing the command of the helmsman, immediately stood up, holding a precious sword inlaid with gold thread, and walked out expressionlessly.

He first paid his respects to Zhu Chanji by clasping his fists, and then with a maneuver as agile as a twirling spring onion, he lightly flew onto the arena platform, looking at Xu Sandai with a cold laugh.

"As expected of an idiot. Even though I’m only ranked tenth in the Heaven’s List, you’re no match for me."

"Heh heh, it’s just the Heaven’s List, right? If you can make it on there, why can’t I?" Although Xu Sandai was not a man of many words, he hit the nail on the head with his retort.

While the audience admired Jian Wushuang for his aloofness and good looks, they also agreed with Xu Sandai’s words.

Yeah, it’s just about getting onto the Heaven’s List. As long as one has the strength, anyone can do it—it’s really nothing so amazing.

However, Jian Wushuang’s face grew stern as he sensed Xu Sanduo’s overwhelming aura, which was no less imposing than his own.

Hmph, with my unrivaled Flower Butterfly Sword technique, do you think I’d fear you, an idiot? Ridiculous!

"Boy, if it’s a fight you want, it’s a fight you shall have!"

All the spectators stood up, cheering loudly.

They admired Xu Sandai’s bravery, and appreciated Jian Wushuang’s composure.

Clenching the Bright Silver Spear tightly, Xu Sandai glared at Jian Wushuang with murderous intent and declared decidedly, "A fight it is, Ice Cube Man!"

Damn, Ice Cube Man?

The whole place burst into laughter at Xu Sandai’s remark. Although he spoke little and appeared slow-witted, his words were solid and straightforward without any ornamentation.

Indeed, Jian Wushuang was cold as ice, chilling to the bone. Dressed in a pure white Hanfu, with eyebrows like drawn swords and eyes like shining stars, his sharply chiseled face was outlined with pronounced edges. His long hair flowed loosely, embodying the ease and calm of a wandering swordsman from Jianghu.

Between the billows of his white robe, Jian Wushuang slowly drew his precious sword. With a sharp swish, he held the scabbard in one hand and the sword in the other, the point aimed straight at Xu Sandai. He twirled the blade, casting a biting glint of frigid light.

"Fool, overestimating your own strength, behold the sword!"

No sooner had his words fallen than Jian Wushuang’s figure surged into motion. He saw no audience, no Futu—only Xu Sandai remained in his sight. Filtering out the tumult of the spectator stands with a gentle tap on the ground, he gracefully danced in the air, swooping down on Xu Sandai with his sword.

"Well met!"

In that moment, Xu Sandai’s eyes held neither desire nor demand. Instead of retreating or sidestepping, he thrust his spear directly toward Jian Wushuang’s chest, swift as thunder.

The spectators were in an uproar, startled by the immediately life-threatening exchange of blows—a gambling of life for life that sent shivers down their spines, while also thrilling them with excitement they hadn’t felt in a long time.

"Jian Wushuang’s sword is too short; if he tries to thrust against the Silver Spear King, he’s sure to lose. Dodge it, hurry and get out of the way!" After analyzing the situation, a young man began to scream towards the platform, but his voice was completely drowned in the roar of the crowd.

His girlfriend tugged at him, saying irritably, "What are you shouting for? Jian Wushuang knows what he’s doing. Didn’t you see he’s taking the subtle and flexible approach?"

At the same time, Long Qie, seated behind Xiao Zheng, watched the arena admiringly. Both fighters dared to confront life and death head-on. Impressive.

"Titan, I have a feeling of kinship."

"I like that Xu Sandai’s style," Titan said, shaking his big head, his voice booming and seemingly simple-minded. "A deadly strike to defeat an enemy—it’s very much like me."

"Pfft!" Long Qie rolled his eyes in disdain, thinking the fool was just trying to glorify himself, when he’d never actually beaten him.

On the arena platform.

Jian Wushuang’s sword brows knitted slightly, and his eyes flickered urgently. Faced with the oncoming Bright Silver Spear, he smirked disdainfully. Just when it was about ten centimeters from his body, he moved. With a nimble mid-air twist, he deftly evaded the deadly thrust.

"That’s all you’ve got!"

As he did a somersault, he quickly twirled a sword flower and swept at Xu Sandai’s choked throat as fast as thunder, determined to strike.

"Not good!" Xu Sandai’s move was already played out, and it was too late to change it, especially with the sword tip getting closer and closer, almost touching his body.

His face showing panic, he hurriedly raised the Bright Silver Spear to block, retreating swiftly backwards.

However, a cold smile crossed Jian Wushuang’s lips. Think you can dodge? That’ll cost you.

Indeed, with a "swoosh".

The sword tip didn’t stab Xu Sandai’s neck but instead grazed his arm, leaving a trace of blood.

Jian Wushuang withdrew quickly after the successful strike, fresh blood still dripping from his sword’s edge.

"You idiot, just give up!"

His display of the sword dancing through the air, his white garment brighter than snow, his heroic appearance dashing, garnered applause and cheers from the entire audience.

He was, after all, in the top ten ranked masters of the heavens list. Even ranked at tenth, he wasn’t someone that could be easily shaken by others.

From the spectator stands, the South Sea Saber Madman laughed loudly: "This idiot isn’t all that, is he? He’s falling into a defensive position right at the start, the outlook is worrying."

"You old fart, I know my disciple well. He won’t admit defeat easily. What he has learned are ancient battle formations and moves, not to be compared with ordinary Jianghu fighters. However, once he gets familiar with Jian Wushuang’s routines, naturally, he’ll strike successfully," rebuked the Northern Spear King, glaring angrily at the South Sea Saber Madman.

The competitors watching below the stage sighed inwardly, not expecting a heavenly list master to be this dominant. To determine the superior with a single move, that’s damn terrifying.

Meanwhile, on the platform, Xu Sandai stood motionless, replaying the previous scene in his mind, looking for Jian Wushuang’s flaws. But he was disappointed, as Jian Wushuang’s movements were fluid like drifting clouds and flowing water, with no discernible flaws.

However, no martial arts in the world are without flaws; nothing is perfect.

If that was the case, then he should fight a few more rounds to see if he could find any flaws, right?

Thinking this, Xu Sandai straightened the Bright Silver Spear once again, defiantly retorted, "It’s just one sword strike, what’s there to be so arrogant about? Come again."

As he spoke, he brandished the Bright Silver Spear, creating countless illusions, charging at Jian Wushuang like he was prepared to die.

"You still don’t admit defeat? Then I’ll beat you until you do!"

With a cold laugh, Jian Wushuang leaped onto the railings of the arena like pulling green onions from dry soil, used the rebound from the ropes to fly high into the air, and once again thrust his sword while airborne.

The sword move changed, no longer just a single thrust but now radiating countless sword flowers, quite resembling the phantom images of the Bright Silver Spear.

"Bang!"

For the first time, their weapons collided, producing sparks and ringing sounds as the sword tip grazed Xu Sandai’s fingers gripping the spear, splattering blood.

"Damn it, injured again?"

The independent martial artists below the stage exclaimed in shock. Getting injured twice in a row spelled clear superiority and inferiority. What’s the point in continuing the fight?

In the VIP section, Xiao Zheng leaned back, watching Xu Sandai with interest, and said softly, "Titan, this Xu Sandai, he reminds me a lot of you back in the day."

The ever-grinning Titan laughed foolishly: "Brother Xiao really gets me, not like some people, eh? Still cutting?"

"Fine, you’re awesome. I’ll crush you when we get back!" Long Qie gave him the middle finger, full of contempt.

"Looking forward to it!" replied Titan indifferently, continuing to watch the match with his foolish grin.