Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 140 - 137: Using a Knife as a Sword

Chapter 140: Chapter 137: Using a Knife as a Sword

Clang, clang, clang!

The saber and sword clashed numerous times at extremely high speeds, leaving trails of sparks in the air. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a dozen moves.

"This Ye Xuan’s saber skill seems somewhat strange."

Leng Ruofeng watched Ye Xuan, who was wielding the saber, with a hint of surprise and a slight frown. For some reason, he felt that Ye Xuan’s saber technique was not pure—it was mixed with something else, making it somewhat bizarre, yet its power was quite formidable, and the effects were astonishing.

"This guy, he is using the saber in place of the sword, combining saber moves and sword techniques."

Beside him, Ling Qianxue spoke. Her martial arts knowledge was unmatched among the disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall. After keen observation, she noticed the anomaly; using a saber instead of a sword was not something an ordinary person could do. However, she was puzzled inside—since Ye Xuan seemed to be more skilled in swordsmanship, why did he choose to use a saber against Wan Luo instead of a sword?

If she asked Ye Xuan for an answer, it might frustrate her even more so it might be better not to know.

"Hmph, boy, your saber technique is just so-so."

Wan Luo sneered. Ye Xuan’s saber technique was almost airtight, but it was mostly defensive and did not pose a significant threat. This reassured Wan Luo, and he believed that Ye Xuan’s earlier claim of being weak was merely a bluff meant to undermine his confidence.

However, Wan Luo had no idea what Ye Xuan was thinking. If dealing with him required the use of the Spiritual Edge Sword, would Ye Xuan still only use the Star-cutting Saber?

"If your strength is only at this level, then you’re about to lose to me!"

A fierce glint appeared in Wan Luo’s eyes, eager to win. The chilly undulations on his body burst forth following his words, and his treasured sword delivered a lethal strike.

"Taiyin Triple Waves!"

With the force of a fierce tiger, Wan Luo stepped forward, covering dozens of steps instantly, wielding his sword in a stacking wave motion. Three consecutive strikes merged with swelling waves, tumultuously crashing towards Ye Xuan, who within these massive waves seemed like a small boat on the verge of capsizing.

"Nice sword technique, let’s see how this kid handles it now."

Wen Ziyu had been closely watching the battle from below. When Wan Luo unleashed his wave-like sword Qi attack, his excitement surged. He could tell that Wan Luo’s attack had suddenly intensified significantly, a strike that would surely defeat Ye Xuan.

"It’s good that he loses, to let this guy know, one shouldn’t speak too arrogantly or look down on others, as eventually, he will stumble."

Ling Qianxue knew very well how powerful the Taiyin Triple Waves were—it was a strong martial art from the second level of the True Lunar Scripture. The strength Ye Xuan had displayed so far was no match for it.

"Lose? I think not necessarily."

Leng Ruofeng shook his head. He kept his eyes firmly fixed on Ye Xuan, feeling that Ye Xuan was hiding a deep secret and it was very unlikely that he would lose just like that.

At that moment, on the stage, facing Wan Luo’s aggressive attack, Ye Xuan stood unyieldingly still. The turbulent air currents created by the ferocious attack seemed like a wild storm in front of him, making his clothes flutter noisily, and his long black hair whip around.

Whoosh.

It wasn’t until the triple wave sword Qi was less than five meters away that Ye Xuan finally moved.

His figure shifted like a ghost, clearly very focused. The saber moved with his body, and in that instant, a gust of wind also rose. Six saber blades appeared, as if born from the wind, growing with the gust, and ferociously sweeping out.

Wind Blade Strikes, Slash!

When facing the Yama Ghost General at Yin Ghost Mountain, Ye Xuan had only managed to generate five blades, but now, the count of blades had reached six, showing his rapid improvement in this sword technique in a short time.

Under the heavy gaze of the crowd, the six saber blades met the surging triple wave sword Qi. The two forces clashed like two fierce Demon Beasts, furiously charging at each other!

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Intense sparks flew everywhere as the two forces violently clashed, creating a deadlock as if neither could gain the upper hand.

Thud, thud!

However, this stalemate lasted only for a moment before breaking down. The seemingly powerful triple wave sword Qi couldn’t withstand the cutting of the six blades and was the first to reveal a shocking breach, quickly collapsing!

Boom!

The attack broken, Wan Luo’s body was struck by the saber blades, and he was sent flying, forming a parabolic arc through the air to land heavily outside of the platform in the square. The thud of his body hitting the ground caused many onlookers’ eyes to twitch, and his own face was filled with disbelief.

Wan Luo, defeated!

The square became eerily silent, with countless eyes converging on the figure still standing on the platform. The look of admiration in their eyes gradually climbed, for in many disciples’ eyes, nothing was more convincing than strength. Now, Ye Xuan had publicly defeated the powerful Wan Luo, instantly boosting his popularity significantly!

"I lost..."

Below, Wen Ziyu murmured somewhat dazedly, as if he had lost his soul.

"How is that possible?"

This scene had Ling Qianxue, who had just declared that Ye Xuan would definitely lose, also showing a trace of astonishment on her beautiful face. Even she had not anticipated that Wan Luo, performing to such an extent, would be defeated so cleanly by Ye Xuan.

"Do you know what his last sword move was, and which Martial Art it was?"

Leng Ruofeng’s expression remained calm, yet the changing light in his eyes suggested that he was anything but composed.

"The last sword move?"

Recovering from her shock, Ling Qianxue also began to recall the sword move Ye Xuan had used, and her brows slightly furrowed. "Indeed, something was off. It felt vaguely familiar..."

"It was the Great Sword Scripture."

Leng Ruofeng’s voice was clearly unsteady now.

"What, the Great Sword Scripture that is rumored to be unsolvable in the Secret Martial Pavilion?"

Ling Qianxue’s usually cold expression finally showed emotions. Compared to the famously difficult Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture, the Great Sword Scripture was undoubtedly a celestial scripture. She had read it a few times herself but had given up in the end because she couldn’t comprehend it. Moreover, with a precedent of being unsolvable, she had stopped paying attention to it, and gradually, the Great Sword Scripture had been forgotten.

Another reason was because the martial arts level of the Great Sword Scripture was classified as Earth-grade High; therefore, after they were promoted in the Martial Sect, they focused on cultivating the martial arts specific to their respective halls. As for Ling Qianxue, she naturally devoted herself to cultivating the True Lunar Scripture.

She couldn’t comprehend the Great Sword Scripture, but Ye Xuan had learned it? How was that possible? Did that mean Ye Xuan’s talent surpassed hers?

But thinking about it, Ye Xuan’s sword moves indeed matched parts of her earlier understanding of the Great Sword Scripture. It even increasingly gave her a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Even if she was reluctant to admit it, her intuition told her that what Leng Ruofeng said was mostly true.

After all, besides the unique skills of each hall, breaking through the martial arts of the True Lunar Scripture was extremely difficult. But the mysterious Great Sword Scripture undoubtedly had that capability.

"How is it possible, how could I possibly lose!"

At this moment, Wan Luo had gotten up from below the stage, but his demeanor looked somewhat desolate, clearly still unable to move past his recent defeat. Losing to Ye Xuan was a huge blow to him.

"You’ve lost, so accept that you’ve lost, Brother Luo. Surrender the five hundred Xuanyuan Pills."

Seeing Wan Luo seemingly unable to accept the defeat, Xiang Qing, standing beside Ye Xuan, couldn’t help but speak out. As Ye Xuan’s friend, he now felt his own status had greatly risen, feeling incredibly proud. He would never have dared to behave like this in front of Wan Luo before, and had even been scolded by him for no reason in the past. Now, it was finally time for some payback.

"Bullshit, I haven’t lost yet!"

Wan Luo’s gaze suddenly turned fierce, apparently still intending to fight like a cornered beast.

"Wan Luo!"

Just as Wan Luo was about to act, a cold, soul-piercing shout suddenly echoed through the plaza, like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering him up.

A cold fragrant breeze swept in, and amidst the crowd’s gaze, the ethereal Ling Qianxue appeared in front of Wan Luo, brightening everyone’s eyes.

"Senior Sister Ling."

Seeing Ling Qianxue appear, Wan Luo also suddenly felt ashamed. He had thought he could defeat Ye Xuan in front of her, but unexpectedly, he had become the losing party, losing face entirely.

"Accepting a bet means accepting loss. If you’ve lost now, you can win it back later. What is this behavior?"

Ling Qianxue shook her head, Wan Luo’s actions undoubtedly showed he couldn’t accept losing. Although his loss to Ye Xuan did damage the reputation of the Yin Hall, inevitably, a loss is a loss. Under the watchful eyes of the public, if he tried to renege, it would only tarnish his reputation even more.

"Better not dwell on it, you can’t win it back. Don’t have such hopes." At this moment, Ye Xuan unexpectedly spoke up. His words were not meant to intentionally belittle Wan Luo, but those defeated by him had never been able to surpass him; there was no precedent for this.

And Wan Luo obviously did not possess that caliber either; it would be better for him to find another goal to strive for.

"You!"

Hearing this, even Ling Qianxue was infuriated, her ample chest heaving with aggravation. Did this guy have to be so direct in his demoralization?

If it weren’t for her status as a True Disciple, she would have challenged Ye Xuan directly.

"This Brother Ye Xuan, truly is as rumored. He spares no one’s dignity... To make even Senior Sister Ling lose face, tsk tsk..."

"No choice, strength speaks for itself. I’m afraid within this generation of disciples at the Heavenly Martial Hall, besides the four True Disciples, the strongest one should undoubtedly be Brother Ye Xuan."

"That’s right, the next True Disciple should be him."

The disciples discussed spiritedly, swiftly elevating Ye Xuan to a towering status. Meanwhile, among the disciples, two figures with strong auras upon hearing these words, their expressions quickly turned ugly, and a hint of fighting spirit gradually rose.