Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 320 - 317: Higher-Level Human Sword Unity

Chapter 320: Chapter 317: Higher-Level Human Sword Unity

"How did you figure it out?"

After descending the battle platform, Yu Yi turned to Ye Xuan and asked him the same question that Gong Ze had.

"How did I see it? Naturally, it’s because I have keen eyesight."

Ye Xuan smiled but did not elaborate further.

"Forget it then."

Yu Yi naturally didn’t believe Ye Xuan’s flippant remark. Did she not have keen eyesight herself? This guy clearly had many secrets hidden.

"Match five, Ye Xuan versus Long Feiying!"

As the referee’s voice spread from the platform, everyone’s gaze refocused. Ye Xuan versus Long Feiying, without a doubt, this was going to be a spectacular fight.

If it had been the Demon Dragon Young Master or Linglong, the bout would lack suspense and thus anticipation. But for second-tier experts like Ye Xuan and Long Feiying, vying for the top three positions, the outcome was difficult to predict.

"It’s my turn to fight."

Ye Xuan began walking towards the battle platform.

"Be careful. Long Feiying’s strength is on par with Gong Ze’s, maybe even stronger," Yu Yi warned with a serious tone. When she fought Gong Ze earlier, she had only won by a stroke of luck. But Long Feiying was no weaker than Gong Ze, and Ye Xuan would likely find it quite challenging to cope.

This battle was not going to be easy.

Ye Xuan nodded and then leapt onto the battle platform.

Before him stood a young man in black, holding an ancient black sword with a simple sheath, marked by a few eerie patterns, his aura exceptionally sharp.

Long Feiying, known as the Demon Dragon Swordsman, ranked second only to the Demon Dragon Young Master under the command of the Demon Dragon Venerable.

The two stood opposite each other, their auras intertwining like two treasured swords in the air above the platform, forming a silent confrontation.

"Let’s start."

Drawing back his aura, Ye Xuan unsheathed his Spiritual Edge Sword. When fighting a swordsman, naturally, a sword was his weapon of choice.

Even if Ye Xuan didn’t use the sword, the Spiritual Edge Sword in its sheath would still emit a clanging battle intent, quivering incessantly, eager to fight.

"Soul Slash!"

In a flash, Long Feiying closed the distance to a mere ten meters. His sword unsheathed, a burst of cold light carrying a formidable sword intent struck out, the air still as water, the chill seeming to target the soul directly, its power astonishing.

Ye Xuan remained unfazed, his right hand slowly yet swiftly gripped the hilt of the Spiritual Edge Sword, then he thrust forward, the distorted sword light striking precisely at the tip of Long Feiying’s sword like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

Clang!

The tips of their swords met with unerring accuracy, sparks flying, dazzlingly brilliant.

"Such precise attack."

From a spot beneath the platform, Gong Ze watched the two combatants, his expression grave. Compared to the straightforward clashes before, the current fight seemed to have elevated in skill instantly, no longer the rough brawls of before but rather like an artistic battle.

"Long Feiying’s swordsmanship seems to have progressed beyond before. It looks like even you, brother, might struggle against him. But this Ye Xuan really surprises me. Up to now, it seems he hasn’t revealed much of his ability. This fight should reveal more," Linglong commented, glancing at Gong Ze, a spark flashing in her eyes, her tone indifferent.

She was more interested in Ye Xuan than in Long Feiying.

However, up to this point, it was only an interest, still without much regard.

While the audience seats buzzed with discussion, the battle platform had already reached a fever pitch.

Ding ding ding...

The two figures relentlessly flashed by, their sword lights crisscrossing, fiercely colliding!

"Dragon Punishment Three Forms, the first form!"

Long Feiying stepped on the void, his sword light restrained, spreading all around, while his whole person, stepping with sharp movements, seemed to turn into a black sharp sword, lunging at Ye Xuan.

"Break!"

Ye Xuan’s spirit was highly concentrated, his Sword Heart Clarity realm fully deployed. His Spiritual Edge Sword swung at an inconceivable speed, swinging at least a hundred times in an instant, arranging a layer of insubstantial sword net before him, intercepting Long Feiying stroke by stroke.

Phew phew phew phew!

The sound of sword light tearing through the air continued uninterrupted, akin to tearing through fabric, the air around them riddled with holes from the sword, making many in the audience feel a tingling in their scalps.

Ding!

The sound of metal clashing rang out as the two swords struck each other, Long Feiying’s sword was blocked.

The one blocking him was the Spiritual Edge Sword, its light flowing, piercing through the air, pursuing back, skimming along the blade of Long Feiying’s sword toward his hand.

Long Feiying’s complexion changed, his wrist twisted, and he attempted to reverse direction, swinging his sword back at Ye Xuan. However, in the end, Ye Xuan’s sword was faster, and Long Feiying could only dodge by a flash, avoiding the attack.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"

Holding the sword in one hand, a sparkle suddenly flashed in Ye Xuan’s eyes. As the thunder sounded, the Sword Qi vanished into thin air, not giving Long Feiying a chance to catch his breath.

In Long Feiying’s eyes, a burst of sword light came rushing at a speed beyond ordinary human reaction. Completely focused, it was only when the Sword Qi was about three meters away from him that he finally caught its trajectory and hurriedly defended with his ancient sword.

Clang!

Sparks flew intensely as Long Feiying retreated several steps. However, just as he steadied himself, he immediately counterattacked. He stepped out with mysterious sword steps; his figure split into three, and three Long Feiyings wielded their swords, unleashing semi-real sword lights.

"Dragon Punishment Triple Style, Illusion Sword!"

The speed of his swords was incredibly fast, and the three sword lights targeted Ye Xuan, blurring the line between reality and illusion.

"Thunder Devour!"

Without even looking, Ye Xuan struck with his sword like a flash of lightning. The Sword Qi gathered into a thunderball from the tip of his sword and flew out.

Boom, boom, boom!

The three sword lights collided with the thunderball, almost annihilating each other at the same time, and Long Feiying’s figure retreated again, his right hand holding the sword turning his garments to ashes.

"Is Long Feiying actually at a disadvantage?"

A wave of amazement spread through the crowd. Most of them were well aware of Long Feiying’s strength, among the top ten experts, perhaps only the Demon Dragon Young Master and Linglong could confidently say they would win against him. Yet now, Ye Xuan was also able to press Long Feiying, instantly causing a stir.

"Good lord, a newcomer with such strength."

Gong Ze was also astounded. Initially, when he watched Ye Xuan ascend the Demon Tower, he merely paid him some attention and did not take it seriously. Little had he expected that just over a month later, Ye Xuan would be astonishingly impressive.

For a newcomer, his strength was almost defying the heavens.

"I still have one last trump card left. If you can block it, then you win."

Long Feiying’s expression was solemn; while still in mid-air, he drew up his True Qi, shifted his sword steps, and changed his retreat trajectory. Tens of meters away, he tapped his foot on the ground and lunged forward with his long sword.

He and his ancient sword seemed to have become one, their auras merging seamlessly. The air left no trace, as if the sword light was no longer just sword light, but had become part of the air itself, indistinguishable.

"Human Sword Unity."

Seeing this, Ye Xuan was momentarily stunned, rather surprised, not expecting that his opponent had mastered such a high level of Sword Dao Realm.

Indeed, in Long Feiying’s strike just now, it embodied the realm of Human Sword Unity.

"It’s the Human Sword Unity realm. Long Feiying is truly formidable." A hint of wariness flashed in Gong Ze’s eyes. Although their Demon Clan was generally deemed less adept in Martial Arts compared to the Human Clan, it only spoke in general terms. Among the Demon Clan, there were those with exceedingly high martial prowess, like Long Feiying, undoubtedly a Martial Arts prodigy, a rare genius even among the Human Clan.

For most Demon Clan talents, Martial Arts was a weakness, but if this weakness could be overcome and made significantly stronger than others, wouldn’t that establish a substantial advantage?

"It seems this Ye Xuan has met his match."

Linglon nodded in agreement. Long Feiying’s strength was already formidable, not to mention he had just demonstrated the highly sophisticated Sword Dao Realm of Human Sword Unity, which doubled his combat power, making defeating Ye Xuan suddenly appear effortless.

"Human Sword Unity, indeed a surprise, but it is just the most basic level, barely a beginner, and the power increase is rather minimal."

The crowd was dismayed, only Ye Xuan remained composed. He shook his head with a smile, and then his gaze suddenly sharpened; his entire aura also became more concentrated, merging with his Spiritual Edge Sword, thriving and withering together.

"It’s Human Sword Unity realm again, Ye Xuan actually mastered this realm too!"

Gong Ze exclaimed, staring in a stupefied manner. Even Linglong was somewhat dazed, undoubtedly the aura that Ye Xuan burst forth with now was much stronger than Long Feiying’s!

Ye Xuan’s Humан Sword Unity seemed deeper and far more powerful than Long Feiying’s!

Clang!

Upon the Battle Platform, two silhouettes, like two divine swords, collided fiercely, and dazzling sparks burst forth. The entire surface of the Battle Platform cracked, the barrier violently shaking as if on the brink of collapse.

Phew!

The crowd seemed to witness two divine swords clashing, and at the climax of the sword light’s brilliance, a figure was flung backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

That figure was Long Feiying. He used his sword to support himself on the ground, half-kneeling, his complexion slightly pale and his hair disheveled. Across from him, as the sword light faded, Ye Xuan’s figure appeared, virtually unscathed.

The outcome was clear between the two.

"I’ve lost."

Long Feiying sighed. Even having used the realm of Human Sword Unity, he still lost to Ye Xuan, to a stronger realm, completely accepting his defeat. Continuing the fight no longer held any meaning.

"You are indeed very strong, but this can’t be your full strength, can it?"

Long Feiying looked at Ye Xuan, feeling that even though Ye Xuan’s performance was already quite impressive, he still wasn’t using his full strength. Ye Xuan still had reserves, that was his intuition.