Martial World's
Ch 77 - When I Need to Draw It, I'll Draw It
Liu Mingxiang was the first to jump onto the stage. He pointed his long sword at Wang Yanfeng and said with a smile, "Wang Yanfeng, let's die!"
“Huh.” Wang Yanfeng coldly snorted and fearlessly walked on the stage. Today was the day that the match he and Liu Mingxiang had also decided.
"After all this Wang Yanfeng has a backbone." Lin Ming could see that Wang Yanfeng was not pretending to be confident. The gap between Wang Yanfeng and Liu Mingxiang was too wide. Even if Wang Yanfeng's talent was talented, it would be impossible for him to catch up to Liu Mingxiang in just one month. But faced with even the thinnest chance of victory, he also faced this in a bold manner. This is a fairly rare and commendable feat.
Wang Yanfeng took out his own treasure sword, and poured his true essence into it. The green mark of the 'Nine Paths of Truth' came glittering lives one by one. His brightness and solidity were many times more than when he fought with Lin Ming.
During this month, Wang Yanfeng had been cultivating like a madman without any harm. Although he had not been able to reach the peak of the Third Stage of Body Transformation, his true essence Viscera Training had reached a much more thorough and complete level, and he had consolidated his cultivation at the Third Stage of Body Transformation.
Looking at Wang Yanfeng's 'Nine Paths of Truth' swordsmanship, Liu Mingxiang smiled, "It seems that you have made a little progress, but alas, you are still far from reaching out to me."
"Now dead!" Liu Mingxiang shouted. He unsheathed his sword and slashed at Wang Yanfeng. As it pierced through the air, its sword turned purple-gray and began to sparkle with a strange glowing light.
Peng-seng! Liu Mingxiang's sword unleashed three attacks. The treasure sword howled with a piercing sound as Liu Mingxiang sent his true essence flowing into it.
Wang Yanfeng retreated slightly, the symbol of the 'Nine Paths of Truth' began to dazzle with the light on the sword blade. With a sweep of his sword, Liu Mingxiang's sword wind split open and weakened. With another piece of his sword, Wang Yanfeng broke Liu Mingxiang's first sword wind slash.
Cha cha - cha! Wang Yanfeng held his sword as he stepped back. He slashed at Liu Mingxiang's sword wind again and again and again. At the end of this terrifying attack, the sweep of wind had torn his clothes into tatters, but Wang Yanfeng's footsteps were calm, and although his true essence was fluctuating rapidly, it was not chaotic.
“You have some decent skills, but you are still far from ready! 'The Heavenly King's Destroying Chakram' knife'!”
Liu Mingxiang took a step forward. The true essence fog around his body began to shine with a rich purple light. It was billowing from him like a cloud of steam. His three-foot-long sword began to glow with a bright light that extended along his blade. True essence froze together and formed a rapidly spinning Wheel of Dharma at the tip of the sword point.
“'The Heavenly King's Destroying Chakram' knife'! This was a high-level martial skill from storage. Practicing it was extremely difficult, but this Liu Mingxiang actually managed to do so! ”
"Wang Yanfeng is in danger!"
Lin Ming narrowed his eyes as he looked at this 'Heavenly King Destruction' martial skill. It was a true essence that had formed a strange self-contained system. Just looking at it, there didn't seem to be any flaws, but Lin Ming had discovered that Liu Mingxiang was forcefully using this martial skill; he had only reluctantly managed to use this 'Heavenly King Crushing Chambers. In Lin Ming's eyes, he could see that there were too many flaws in the circulation of true essence within the treasure sword.
If Wang Yanfeng wanted to win, his only path would be to rush forward now and disturb Liu Mingxiang from supplying his sword with true essence. However, Wang Yanfeng was not an inscription master and he did not know 'Broast Soul Tactics', and thus it was impossible for him to see the path of true essence in Liu Mingxiang's sword.
At this moment, Wang Yanfeng moved. Although Liu Mingxiang's aura was intimidating, Wang Yanfeng had decided to swim against this current! He was clear; this was his only chance. He had to attack before Liu Mingxiang's Dharmic Wheel condensed into its peak form, and defeat the 'Heavenly King Destroying Chambers'!
Wang Yanfeng brandished his sword. The target was not the 'Heavenly King Crushing Chambers', nor was it a weak point in the true essence flow of Liu Mingxiang's treasure sword. Instead, the point he was about to attack was Liu Mingxiang's chest. Wang Yanfeng's sword was infused with true essence and it seemed like lightning struck his sword, bringing with it the crashing sounds of wind and thunder. This was the 'Thundercloud Strike' martial skill'!
This move was the high-level martial skill that Wang Yanfeng had chosen in storage!
At that moment, Wang Yanfeng had selected three manuals in storage; 'Divine Yang Power', 'Swan Feather Fall', and 'Thundercloud Strike'. These three cultivation methods and martial skills were not simple at all; even with Wang Yanfeng's extraordinary talent, it was impossible for him to learn them in such a short period of time.
'The Divine Power' was a skill used to increase one's cultivation. It takes more than one night and day or even a month with this to increase one's cultivation and strength. 'Swan Feather Fall' was a movement technique, but it was also unable to increase its combat power immediately. Therefore Wang Yanfeng had used most of the remaining months to cultivate the 'Thundercloud Strike'. Now, his 'Thundercloud Strike' had finally shown some results, and he believed that with this move he would create a miracle!
"Naude! You have only practiced 'Thundercloud Strike' for one month, how could you think of comparing it to my 'Heavenly King Destruction Chambers'!?” Liu Mingxiang shouted. The long sword that held back the 'Heavenly King Destroying Chakram' slashed down. The spinning wheel of Dharma fell down as if it was a black hole that could engulf all life.
Liu Mingxiang rolled several times in the air before he finally managed to stick his sword into the ground and stabilize himself. Blood roiled on his chest, almost making him fall; he was almost seriously injured in that last collision.
However, Wang Yanfeng's situation was pitiful. His body was thrown backwards like a rag doll for several tens of feet before he crashed into a huge tree dangerously. His feet were stained red from injuries. He opened his mouth and coughed up blood.
"Wang Yanfeng is losing!"
“Predictable. But it was already very impressive that he could force Liu Mingxiang to this level. ”
“How can a new student beat an old student? Isn't everyone here talented? We have lived here in the Seven Profound Martial Houses for several years, if we lose to a new disciple, then the years we spent here cultivating are all useless! This Lin Ming would also be completely defeated! These rookies, we didn't beat them and they thought that they could ride our heads! An old disciple from the Earth Hall said with disdain as he curled his lips.
Wang Yanfeng propped himself up with his sword as he fell down on one knee. He wiped the blood on his lips with his left hand. He coldly looked at Liu Mingxiang, and with a wave of his arm, threw five true essence stones at him!
"What are you taking from my hands today, I will demand double in the future!"
Wang Yanfeng loudly spat out these words. Every word was heard by all as it resounded on every surface. He turned around and propped himself up with his sword, and dragged his broken leg, to the left step by step.
Lin Ming looked at Wang Yanfeng as he left. He could not help but feel admiration for her. Wang Yanfeng had just suffered a bad fate. Ever since he entered the Seven Profound Martial House, he had suffered setbacks again and again, and was repeatedly frustrated and defeated. The arrogant genius had a breaking point, and would find it impossible to recover from all these disasters. But this Wang Yanfeng had endured through all of this, it was truly worthy of admiration.
“Lin Ming, come on, your turn! You will share the same fate with that loser! After Liu Mingxiang left, Zhang Cang stepped onto the stage. Zhang Cang's Ranked Stone Rank was 103. His strength was most likely far superior to Liu Mingxiang!
Lin Ming carried Penetrating Rainbow strapped to his back onto the stage and stood across from Zhang Cang.
The match between Wang Yanfeng and Liu Mingxiang was just an appetizer. This match between Lin Ming and Zhang Cang was the main game seen by most of the people present!
Among these people, the new disciples naturally hoped that Lin Ming would use everything he had to win. Even if he lost, he couldn't lose too horribly. But the old disciples hoped that Zhang Cang would win with an overwhelming victory, and teach these new disciples that their confidence was perfect, the gap between the new and the old!
Seeing Lin Ming go up on stage, Ling Sen and Ta Ku immediately stood up straight. The reason why Lin Ming reached rank 126 in the ranking stone would soon become clear!
Before the match officially began, Zhang Cang took out a thin and slender sword. The sword handle has no handle protector; the blade of the sword is connected directly to the handle. The blade of the sword was two feet eight inches long, and no wider than three inches. The edge of the blade was thin as paper, and it could be seen with a single glance that this sword should be used at extreme speed limits.
Without a doubt, this sword was a treasure. In the Seven Profound Martial House, if a disciple was ranked in the top 100, even if they were not part of a noble family, they could easily be recruited into a great power and receive certain facilities. For them, giving away treasures was nothing!
"Image your spear, Lin Ming. I'd like to take a good look at how well you practice the 'Foundation Spear Technique'. Have you achieved Small Success? Such a simple cultivation method, one month should be enough to achieve Little Success. ”
Zhang Cang smiled sinisterly. Let alone the Small Success of the 'Foundation Spear Technique', it would not pose a threat to him even if it was Perfect. Since Ling Sen and Ta Ku were paying close attention to Lin Ming, then he would leap over Lin Ming maliciously stepping on him under his feet!
Zhang Cang let his true essence flow into his slender sword. He saw Lin Ming standing still and his brows furrowed. "Are you going to pull your gun?"
Lin Ming slowly replied, "When I need to draw it, I will draw it!"
"What did you say!?" Zhang Cang's heart burned with anger. To think that as the superior disciple of the Earth Hall, he was actually looked down upon by the new disciple of the Martial House. Moreover, this Lin Ming's strength was less than his. He had no idea what it meant to die! “You will draw it when you need to draw it? Goody. Goody! How kind! Today I'll have excellent luck and see if you even have a chance to draw your spear!