Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 266 - 263: A Battle to Prove Strength

Chapter 266: Chapter 263: A Battle to Prove Strength

"The power of the Breaking Army Tyrant Emperor Spear is no less than that of a general High Stage Heavenly Grade Martial Arts, I had no idea Li Ziting had completely mastered it."

Below the Battle Platform, Zhuo Yanyun showed a thoughtful expression. Li Ziting had once narrowly lost to her, but at that time, he hadn’t mastered the last move of the Breaking Army Tyrant Emperor Spear. If Li Ziting had already mastered that move back then, the outcome might have been unclear.

Li Ziting’s strength was not to be underestimated. As one of the four strongest inner disciples of the Xuanbing Mansion, even a general Fifth Grade Martial Sect Master might not be his match.

As for Ye Xuan’s victory or defeat, she didn’t really care. If Ye Xuan couldn’t even beat Li Ziting, then she would give up pursuing Ye Xuan. After all, he was nothing special.

She now wanted to see how Ye Xuan would break Li Ziting’s killing move.

"Once the Breaking Army Tyrant Emperor Spear is unleashed, it slays gods and Buddhas alike. Ye Xuan is doomed to lose."

Gu Feiyang seemed to have already seen Ye Xuan’s defeat, smiling as he spoke.

Ye Xuan was calm and unhurried, the Spiritual Edge Sword in his hand radiated a silver glow, the sword shadows trembled, and the blade chimed resonantly.

"Triple Sword Power!"

With a swing of his sword, three fierce sword shadows overlapped, flickering uncertainly, and slashed through the air.

"What is this?"

Zhuo Yanyun’s expression changed. Not only her but even Nangong Yao and Li Ziting were extremely astonished. Ye Xuan’s move was the same as Zhuo Yanyun’s unique technique she had used earlier. Even the scene of Zhuo Yanyun using her move was still vivid in their minds.

"Senior Sister Zhuo, you!"

Suddenly, Gu Feiyang shouted angrily, looking at Zhuo Yanyun discontentedly, "How could you secretly pass your unique technique to Ye Xuan!"

"I did not."

Zhuo Yanyun was somewhat amused and exasperated. Who would secretly pass on their unique technique to others? The Triple Sword Power was her biggest secret, she hadn’t even taught it to Zhuo Qian, her own sister, so how could she have secretly passed it to Ye Xuan?

"Not? Then how could he use it? Don’t tell me he learned it on the spot, don’t be absurd. Do you think I would believe such a tale?" Gu Feiyang was utterly incredulous. To learn on the spot? Don’t joke around; even within the Fifth Grade sects, there has never been talk of such a miraculous occurrence. It simply couldn’t exist.

"Think what you want then."

Zhuo Yanyun couldn’t be bothered to engage further. Not to mention Gu Feiyang, even she found it hard to believe that Ye Xuan could execute such a move. She had acquired this sword technique from an ancient relic, and it was supposed to be known by no one else, but now she saw clearly that Ye Xuan had executed it.

However, what Ye Xuan executed was not her Triple Sword Power, but a similar sword technique, simplified a lot. Yet, it mirrored the ingenuity of her Triple Sword Power, and its power had not diminished much.

Truly terrifying!

If it really was learned on the spot, then Ye Xuan’s Martial Arts talent, or at least his Sword Dao talent, was astoundingly high!

She knew better than anyone the complexity of the Triple Sword Power. It had taken her three months to master this technique, whereas Ye Xuan, after just a glance, had grasped its essence. Such a monstrous capacity for comprehension was unheard of!

In fact, Ye Xuan indeed had some insights from Zhuo Yanyun’s sword technique, but it wasn’t as exaggerated as imagined. Zhuo Yanyun’s move had given Ye Xuan an insight, as if he had never thought of executing it that way before, but now it suddenly occurred to him. Having already reached the Sword Heart Clarity realm, a slight comprehension allowed him to display an extraordinary talent.

"It seems my judgment was indeed not wrong."

A smile formed on her lips, and Zhuo Yanyun became even more interested in Ye Xuan.

Bang, bang, bang!

Sword Qi and spear radiance crisscrossed, exploding with astonishing sounds above the Battle Platform, sending Qi Force shooting out beyond the platform.

Puff, puff!

Ye Xuan’s body was struck by a force, grazing his clothes and touching the Mithril Armor, though it didn’t wound his flesh. However, Li Ziting was struck by five forces, his light armor pierced through, showing several blood holes. Yet, the wounds were not deep, and they didn’t greatly affect his fighting ability.

"Spirit Light Spear!"

Li Ziting looked down at the blood holes on his body, his expression darkening. He let out a cold grunt and struck again with his spear, the black long spear piercing forth as if extending its length in the air, aiming directly at Ye Xuan’s heart.

Hiss...

As Li Ziting thrust his spear, sparks flew in the air, producing a loud popping sound.

Ye Xuan did not dodge. When the spear was less than five meters away from him, the chill it emitted froze a layer of frost on his face.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"

Ye Xuan no longer hesitated. His arm moved, and he thrust the Spiritual Edge Sword in a straight line. Suddenly, a sound like thunder emitted from the blade, and at that moment, a streak of lightning swiftly shot through the air, nearly as fast as the speed of sound.

"So fast!"

Li Ziting’s pupils contracted. He had not expected Ye Xuan to forego defense and counter with an even faster thrust, the speed of which was so great that he could only capture a blur.

At this moment, there was little distance left between the two. Whoever retracted their move first would surely lose. Of course, Li Ziting did not want to be the loser. Even if it meant both would suffer injuries, he was determined to defeat Ye Xuan on the battle platform.

He could not lose!

Taking a deep breath, Li Ziting’s fighting spirit soared to its peak. His black spear moved through the air, gaining even more speed as it aimed to clash head-on with Ye Xuan.

Zhuo Yanyun and Junior Sister Nangong, among others, fixed their gazes on the battle platform above. After this move, the outcome should be determined.

It all depended on who would strike the other first and severely injure their opponent. Because even if one were to strike first, if they did not severely wound their adversary, the opponent’s counterattack would surely land, making the later injured person the actual loser.

However, this intense exchange seemed almost silent at this moment, marked only by two fleeting sounds of breaking wind. The two figures passed by each other, then landed on their respective sides of the battle platform, having switched positions.

On the surface, it appeared neither was injured.

But in the next moment, Li Ziting suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his clothing over the heart burst open, charred black. Fortunately, he wore protective armor, or else that one strike would have been enough to knock him unconscious with severe injuries.

Seeing the scene unfold on the battle platform, Junior Sister Nangong’s face lit up with surprise, Zhuo Yanyun’s eyes gleamed curiously, while Gu Feiyang looked utterly dejected, like a deflated balloon.

His black spear deeply embedded in the platform, Li Ziting clutched at his chest and knelt on one knee, a look of defeat flashed in his eyes. "I lost."

"I will abide by our agreement. From now on, wherever you are, I will always make sure to avoid you."

Although reluctant, Li Ziting accepted his defeat sincerely. Ye Xuan was indeed stronger than him and had the capability to kill him. In this fight, he had no grounds for complaint.

Upon seeing the results achieved, Ye Xuan shook his head after he sheathed the Spiritual Edge Sword, "You really don’t have to do this. Just make sure you don’t trouble me again in the future, and you can go wherever you want."

"Your spear technique is robust and resilient. You should continue to develop in this direction rather than pursuing speed, which is not your strong suit. Sometimes, striving for versatility can lead to mediocrity." Before walking off the platform, Ye Xuan turned to Li Ziting.

Many scoffed silently at Ye Xuan’s words as such advice seemed rather generic. But to Li Ziting, those words struck a chord. He had recently faced precisely these doubts in his martial arts!

The adage goes, those involved in the situation are often oblivious while bystanders see everything clearly. Ye Xuan’s words, though common, were exactly what Li Ziting needed to hear at this moment. It awakened a realization within him that he sorely needed.

"Thank you."

Li Ziting bowed deeply to Ye Xuan, feeling guilt inside. Initially, he regarded Ye Xuan as merely a pretty boy favored by Junior Sister Nangong to make her happy. But now, he realized that his opponent was a genuine genius and a formidable and admirable adversary.

Compared with Ye Xuan, Li Ziting found his own temperament lacking.

Ye Xuan, aware of his weakness, generously pointed it out, without fearing that helping him out of his predicament could lead to Li Ziting’s enhanced strength and possibly even surpassing him. This was the heart of a true warrior.

A real warrior, possessing a conqueror’s heart, never fears competition or opponents exceeding his abilities; rather, he fears the absence of worthy rivals. That is the true essence of a warrior.

And undoubtedly, even though Ye Xuan’s current strength was not exceptionally formidable, in Li Ziting’s eyes, he was indeed a true warrior.

Ye Xuan merely nodded. His remark was offhand, considering Li Ziting was also a martial arts prodigy. He likely did not anticipate that a single comment would substantially elevate Li Ziting’s mental state, bringing about such profound insights.

Ye Xuan descended from the battle platform. Among the spectators, the expressions of the Xuanbing Mansion’s disciples varied. Individuals like Gu Feiyang, who had hoped to see Ye Xuan embarrass himself, now wore faces as sour as bitter melons, their spirits dampened. However, most disciples gained a new respect for Ye Xuan.

A monster, a prodigy! Ye Xuan’s strength dispelled the earlier rumors labeling him merely a pretty face. How could a genius of such calibre be just a pretty boy? There was a reason why both Senior Sister Zhuo and Junior Sister Nangong were drawn to him.

As for the female disciples of Xuanbing Mansion, many blushed with admiration. They had finally seen the true charm of Ye Xuan, which lay not in his appearance but in his combat prowess. After all, strength ranked foremost in their standards for a suitor, followed by looks, and Ye Xuan’s noble demeanor undoubtedly made him the object of affection for many female disciples.