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Chapter 321: Wudang Successor - Zhang Xiaotian

Chapter 321: Chapter 321: Wudang Successor - Zhang Xiaotian

In the following time, Xu Sandai kept getting injured, but he gritted his teeth and endured without conceding, as if he was planning to fight a war of attrition.

The stage was already stained with much fresh blood, and the scent of blood permeated the air, carrying a thick aura of grim resolve.

The audience had lost interest in the other stages and were wholeheartedly watching Xu Sandai, this man who was relentlessly resilient and fought battle after battle, giving them a palpable sense of blood-boiling experience.

A trace of pity flashed in Jian Wushuang’s eyes as he advised, "You are a worthy opponent, but combat isn’t solely about passion. When the strengths are mismatched, the result is always the same."

"Is that so? I don’t believe it!"

Xu Sandai glared with bloodshot eyes, glaring at Jian Wushuang like a demonic spirit from Hell, his teeth bared whitely.

Through repeated combat, he had figured out Jian Wushuang’s routines, which were nothing more than variable sword moves and superior movement techniques, all on a nimble and supple path.

His own fierce moves, when used against him, held no advantage and were instead countered with softness overcoming hardness, effortlessly redirecting great force.

In all of martial arts, no firmness cannot be broken, and only speed cannot be defeated!

Jian Wushuang’s strengths lay in his speed; as long as he was fast enough, he was nearly impossible to counter.

No, that’s incorrect!

Xu Sandai furrowed his brow, if no one could defeat him, why was he ranked tenth and not first?

Could it be that the top nine were better in movement technique? That was the only conclusion he could draw.

"Eh? My weapon is longer than his!"

With a sudden epiphany, a bright smile spread across Xu Sandai’s face, filled with simplicity.

Xu Sandai’s fighting spirit was revived.

Let others be strong as they are, like a breeze over mountains; he only needed to play to his strengths.

With that thought, he bellowed, "Jian Wushuang, watch out for my spear!"

This time, it was he who took the initiative, which bothered Jian Wushuang greatly since Flower Butterfly Sword predominantly relied on offense, with defense as secondary. This reverse in situation forced him to retreat step by step, abandoning his previous composure.

"Fool, you’ve changed!"

"Rather than being passive, I prefer to strike first. This is what my master taught me and the essence of this spear technique. I finally understand," Xu Sandai’s face brimmed with joy as he twirled his Bright Silver Spear dazzlingly, impenetrable as water.

Hmm?

Up in the stands, the Northern Spear King’s eyes slightly narrowed, and then he smiled in relief, "Sandai, oh Sandai, you’ve finally realized it through real combat."

"Your disciple is really something, breaking through in a real fight, great!" South Sea Saber Madman rarely complimented, leaving their bickering aside.

But up on the stage, Jian Wushuang felt a bitter constraint; was Xu Sandai even human? In just a short time, his spear technique had leaped qualitatively, surpassing his predecessor.

"You forced me to this."

"What?"

Xu Sandai was still immersed in his tight-knit, impenetrable offense but then noticed Jian Wushuang used the momentum to leap up, his body twirling down like a butterfly threading through blossoms, resembling a large spinning top, bringing a whistling wind.

"Butterfly Dance!"

Jian Wushuang shouted loudly, like a white butterfly gracefully dancing, sweeping elegantly towards Xu Sandai.

Xu Sandai was stunned, "Damn, he has this move too?" He saw multiple illusions of Jian Wushuang and, in his urgency, couldn’t discern the real one.

This is trouble!

"Dare you?"

"Butterfly Stab!"

Jian Wushuang switched from defense to offence, his sword moves sharp, carrying a piercing shriek, and finally reached Xu Sandai, thrusting at his shoulder.

At that moment, Xu Sandai finally smiled because he saw Jian Wushuang’s true form, ignoring the possible injury from the sword’s edge, and instead swept his spear toward Jian Wushuang’s neck.

"A life for a life, who’s afraid?"

"Madman!"

Jian Wushuang wanted to change his move at the last moment but it was too late; his precious sword had stabbed into Xu Sandai’s shoulder while his own neck also received a heavy blow.

"Pfft...whoosh...bang..."

The dull sound of the sword entering flesh rang out, Xu Sandai staggered, nearly falling, as blood spurted uncontrollably from his wound.

Jian Wushuang’s fate was even worse; he was struck on his neck and immediately passed out, his body falling onto the stage without a stir, and the precious sword also unwillingly dropped, clanging to the ground.

"Wow..."

The audience erupted, damn it, so thrilling, so exciting, so crazy.

Even Xiao Zheng and Zhu Chanji stood up and applauded Xu Sandai’s disregard for his own life and death.

In a narrow path, the brave emerge victorious. Xu Sandai had done it, a perfect example of triumphing from a position of weakness, proving that only those unafraid of death truly live.

On the spectator stand, the Northern Spear King wept with emotion; truly a worthy disciple to inherit his mantle in the future.

Xu Sandai, clutching his wound, smiled foolishly and said, "Referee, I won!"

The referee, recovering from the shock, grabbed Xu Sandai’s hand and declared loudly, "I now announce, Xu Sandai is the winner! From this moment on, he is the tenth ranked expert on the Heaven’s List!"

"Crackle and pop..."

The crowd’s applause thundered, everyone stood up, witnessing the rise of a high-ranking expert on the Heaven’s List.

Meanwhile, on another stage, Wudang Zhang Xiaotian also won several consecutive rounds and was greatly inspired.

"Referee, I want to challenge a high-ranking expert!"

"Oh? Which rank do you want to challenge?"

Since there was a precedent, the referee could not be biased. Given this person’s bold words, he must possess courage; after all, a challenge embodies the true spirit of competition.

Zhang Xiaotian, clad in a Taoist robe, with lips red and teeth white like a girl, however, his eyes were exceptionally sharp, emanating a spirited vitality.

He first bowed to everyone on the scene then declared loudly, "I want to challenge the fourth-ranked on the Heaven’s List—Divine Leg Zhou Xiaotian."

"Hiss!"

The audience was somewhat stunned. This young man was rather bold, directly challenging the fourth rank, such a huge leap, seemingly without fear of failure.

In Huaxia’s martial world, the saying goes ’Southern fists, Northern legs,’ and Northern legs specifically refers to Tan Tui.

Zhou Xiaotian is a disciple of Tan Tui; his powerful legs whirl fiercely, creating wind. It is said he once split a thick purple elm tree with one kick, truly remarkable.

This man, fearless against sabers and spears, ranks fourth on the Heaven’s List solely with his fist and foot skills, his combat power not below that of a Grandmaster.

The referee asked skeptically, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!"

Zhang Xiaotian’s smile, as warm as a spring breeze, was akin to his Tai Chi Skill—effortless and breezy.

"Heh, you’ve got guts, kid!"

A loud voice came forth as a muscular young man leaped onto the stage, sizing up Zhang Xiaotian and shaking his head.

This man was Zhou Xiaotian, with a plain face and a stocky build, particularly noticeable were his legs, which were more than twice as thick as those of an average person.

That feeling was indescribable; simply put, his waist was not much thicker than his legs.

"Little guy, with skin as soft and tender as a lady’s, you dare to provoke your Mr. Zhou’s authority?"