CHAPTER 468: CHAPTER 468, TAN WEI AND MO FENG

"Boom," the energy light beam dissipated, and the massive explosion echoed in all directions.

But the arena was empty; Chu Ming and Xu Huan had both vanished.

"Chu Ming, now it’s your turn to take my sword," Xu Huan’s figure emerged in the sky, gripping a massive black sword with both hands, raising it over his shoulder. He then twisted his waist to generate force, channeling it through his arm muscles, finally imbuing it into his palms explosively.

Whoosh!

A black crescent moon suddenly appeared, an incredibly terrifying black sword wave radiating out in a 180-degree fan shape, its speed surpassing most people’s sensory perception.

Facing this astonishing sword, Chu Ming drew his Star Trace Sword with his left hand and, without adjusting his grip, directly slashed upward.

Hum!

Dominant red light centered at a point, then twisted and grew, instantly surpassing the concentration the air could permit, slashing at Xu Huan with a sharp, unexpected trajectory.

"Red Lotus Rain!"

Splutter, splutter, splutter

Countless sword lights appeared as mirages and illusions, breaking into fragments. The Red Lotus Rain was something Chu Ming comprehended from the Sword Scripture. Although it wasn’t his killing move, it became incredibly terrifying under the Heart Sword Realm’s boost.

After dozens of exchanges, the two fought from the sky to the ground, their Sword Qi ripping through mountains over the tea ceremony arena.

"I think the outcome of this duel is still uncertain."

"It’s always the duels between swordsmen that are the most exciting, not only because of the swordsmen’s shocking abilities but also the expectation of the unknown outcome!"

"Looking at it now, Gu Mu is still the biggest dark horse of this tea ceremony. Even if Chu Ming defeats Xu Huan, Xu Huan cannot compare to Mu Yan."

"Black Illusionary Blood Pearl Kill!"

Swoosh!

Xu Huan unleashed his strongest move, black sword light shooting forward, transforming into a terrifying blood-colored light ring in midair. The energies within it squeezed together with no escape, eventually obliterated and charging towards Chu Ming.

"Such a terrifying sword, I can’t even see its trajectory!"

"A few days ago, Xu Huan used this move to kill the renowned Black Cloud Hand Zhou Ping. Chu Ming is in danger."

"Even if he loses to this move, Chu Ming’s defeat will still be honorable!"

Among the audience, no one looked favorably upon Chu Ming, even though he had gained a subtle edge from the start and had maintained it until now. Yet, in a swordsman’s duel, the result could change in an instant. What does it matter if you have the upper hand or put on a good spectacle? A single sword could nullify all your previous efforts.

Cruel, but realistic.

Zuo Fenglei’s eyes flashed a hint of worry, while Feng Yuyan, despite knowing Chu Ming was not weak, still felt anxious at this moment.

Facing an unpredictable sword, Chu Ming’s lips curled into a smile. The Star Trace Sword in his hand suddenly transformed into a beam of sword light, an understated strike carrying an entrancing magic power.

"What!"

Terror appeared on Xu Huan’s face just as he felt pain in his chest, and the spraying blood stained his eyes, hot and numbing.

Time seemed to stand still. For reasons unknown, Xu Huan recalled what Chu Ming said before the battle: "This blood may not be mine; it might be yours."

Without warning, the black sword light reversed, and Xu Huan was sent flying by his own sword, blood splattering everywhere as he crashed into the ground.

"Impossible!"

The audience stared in shock, their bodies trembling involuntarily. Although they did not directly face Chu Ming’s sword, the mere sight chilled them to the core, making them feel helpless.

"Undeniably, Chu Ming’s Sword Dao cultivation has already surpassed Xu Huan’s."

After a long moment, someone sighed slightly.

"Heh, Wang Xuanyi must be feeling the pressure now, right?"

Evil Charmless’s blood-red eyes glinted as he lightly licked his lips, speaking coldly.

"If this is all he can showcase, he won’t last more than ten moves against me!" The arrogant swordsman Wang Xuanyi opened his eyes, two sharp sword lights shot from his gaze, chilling the air wherever he looked.

"Speaking of which, it seems you must help Huo Qinghan reclaim his place this time. It’s quite something to look forward to!"

Lei Wushuang’s eyes flashed with thunder, filled with a domineering aura, as he turned to stare at the Fire Princess Huo Qingwu.

"A bunch of lowlifes!"

Huo Qingwu’s face was icy, her eyes cold to the extreme, but her body was filled with a surging Fire Elemental Power, giving off an intense sense of contradiction.

Swoosh!

Chu Ming turned, almost instantaneously appearing where Xu Huan had fallen. Beside him sat Bai Feidu.

"Hey?"

Seeing Chu Ming, Bai Feidu’s face carried a hint of awkwardness, extending his hand as if to greet him. Chu Ming nodded slightly in acknowledgment, continuing to watch the events of the tea ceremony.

After their duel, a dwarf-like youth leaped down from the Profound List’s seats, landing at the center of the high platform.

"From Celestial Realm, Tan Wei. Which friend will come and fight me!"

The Celestial Realm was not well-known within the Eastern Hundred Domains, but its situation was much better than the Celestial Realm. At least Tan Wei was a young talent ranked 93rd on the Profound List, and there were three or four others from the same realm participating in the tea ceremony.

Swoosh!

A gray figure shot out from the ordinary seats, revealing a proud face. This young man was Mo Feng, who had met Chu Ming once and had an unpleasant interaction.

"From the Ice Profound Domain, Mo Feng!"

Now, Mo Feng had already broken through to the Guiyuan Realm, carrying a blue long saber, with restrained blade aura and a steady gaze.

Boom!

Though Tan Wei was short, it was due to his cultivation technique. His aura surged like an endless ocean, enveloping Mo Feng.

Whoosh!

Mo Feng held his saber horizontally in his right hand, the terrifying sword aura spiraling in midair, the spiritual power surging, splitting the sky in two with a bleak blue light directed at Tan Wei.

Bam!

"Shatter for me!"

Unluckily, Tan Wei’s cultivation technique involved a finger technique. His right hand extended two fingers, which bent, and the finger power turned into white light waves charging at Mo Feng’s sword light.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Saber light and finger force intertwined and shattered each other, turning into circular energy waves dispersing in all directions. The two fought fiercely, their speed increasing until they became two giant whirlwinds clashing.

Initially evenly matched, Mo Feng soon gained the upper hand. It is often said that the longer, the stronger, and indeed, the saying held true. Tan Wei transitioned from offensive to defensive.

"Ice Soul Blade Technique!"

With both hands on his saber, Mo Feng’s figure merged with the air, disappearing momentarily, reappearing within ten meters of Tan Wei, muscles tensing. With a shout, he poured all his strength into the blue long saber.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Fearsome saber blades emerged one after another, instantly overwhelming Tan Wei.

Ting, ting, ting...

Initially, Tan Wei could barely defend, but as the saber blades increased, he gradually lost the ability to counter.

Puff...

Blood splattered as Tan Wei collapsed on the spot, saber cuts covering his body, blood flying everywhere.