This battle made many tremble.
The two contestants in the semi-finals, possessing Heavenly Realm combat strength while still at the Earth Realm, how astonishing was that?
It was truly a battle of dragons and tigers, a contest of prodigies!
Mi Tuo, with blood seeping from his lips, said, "Your combat strength can indeed rival the Heavenly Realm, I miscalculated. However, the outcome of taking your life will not change."
"Then let us fight," Chen Jiuyang declared, holding his long saber, his golden qi and blood burning, like an unparalleled god of war. He stood on the arena, staring at Mi Tuo.
"Between you and me, there is no victory or defeat, only life and death."
Mi Tuo, representing that old monster from the Lotus Sect, had come to take his life. Standing on this arena, Chen Jiuyang had only the path of death before him.
"Divine Might—Buddha's Arrival!"
Mi Tuo clasped his hands together, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared. The true qi and divine soul within him erupted instantly.
A terrifying phantom image of a Buddha suddenly appeared, then rapidly shrank, enveloping Mi Tuo's form.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
A lotus bloomed between Mi Tuo's brows, a golden phantom kasaya draped over him, and he held a golden phantom staff. All were manifestations of his divine soul and true qi.
At this moment, he resembled a reincarnated holy monk walking the mortal world, sacred and powerful!
"Da da—"
Mi Tuo moved. As his free fist swung out, his body streaked towards Chen Jiuyang.
"Clang!"
Chen Jiuyang suddenly slashed with his saber, but the golden-hued Mi Tuo used his physical body to block the strike, producing a metallic clang like clashing weapons.
Chen Jiuyang's internal qi and blood churned, letting out a roar.
The Yan Sheng Saber vibrated.
"This bald donkey's physique and divine might techniques are incredibly powerful!" Chen Jiuyang's saber-wielding hand felt numb.
"Bang—"
Mi Tuo unleashed a punch, incredibly fast, directly hitting Chen Jiuyang.
"Pfft—"
As if struck by a freight train, Chen Jiuyang immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, letting out a pained grunt, before retaliating with a saber strike to Mi Tuo's shoulder.
"Ch—"
Even with the Divine Might kasaya covering his body, a ferocious wound appeared on Mi Tuo's shoulder, blood gushing out.
Mi Tuo's expression suddenly changed, his pupils constricting. He quickly retreated from Chen Jiuyang, his eyes darkening, "This saber…"
Chen Jiuyang's saber was too sharp, capable of piercing his divine might techniques and harming his physical body.
Chen Jiuyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze indifferent, "Do you truly believe you can block my saber?"
"Although you possess Heavenly Realm combat strength and your divine might techniques are powerful, they lack depth. Your true qi and divine soul cannot be as substantial as those of the Heavenly Realm."
"I surmise your true qi and divine soul are channeled into your offensive techniques, while the rest is merely for show."
Mi Tuo's face suddenly sank. The sense of crisis he felt towards Chen Jiuyang escalated to its absolute peak.
He never expected Chen Jiuyang to understand martial arts so profoundly, discerning the flaws in his divine might techniques after only two moves.
How was this possible!
Chen Jiuyang sneered. How deep was his understanding of martial arts?
With the inheritance of the Pure Yang Evil Doctor, there were few in this world who understood martial arts more deeply than him.
Chen Jiuyang slowly raised his saber, looking at Mi Tuo, "I thought you were much stronger."
"To think it was all just a show to intimidate. It has both relieved me and disappointed me."
"Thus, life and death can be easily decided."
As his words fell, Chen Jiuyang moved, initiating his offensive once more.
With Mi Tuo's Divine Might techniques bolstering him, the Yan Sheng Saber was ineffective at a distance.
Therefore! Close-quarters combat with the saber was the best choice.
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The Yan Sheng Saber let out a resonant hum.
Chen Jiuyang streaked towards Mi Tuo, looking down from above, his eyes devoid of emotion, and fiercely brought his Yan Sheng Saber down.
"Bang bang bang—"
One saber strike after another, each more ferocious than the last!
In mere moments, he had unleashed dozens of afterimages.
"Ch, ch, ch—"
Gouts of blood erupted from Mi Tuo's body, turning him into a bloody mess, severely wounded.
The phantom image of the Buddha on his body showed signs of dissipating.
"How dare you insult this venerable one, boy!"
Mi Tuo was enraged, but could only barely parry Chen Jiuyang's fierce assault.
The saber strikes descended like a torrential downpour, assailing him relentlessly.
"Lin!"
Chen Jiuyang shouted, unleashing a saber strike with his Yan Sheng Saber, leaving behind an unyielding afterimage.
One saber strike after another, the tide of battle turned, Mi Tuo being relentlessly beaten down by Chen Jiuyang.
"Boom boom boom!"
Chen Jiuyang's saber momentum was so fierce that many could not discern his movements.
Many were struck speechless, almost forgetting to breathe.
"Is this the true limit of Chen Jiuyang's combat strength!"
"It's terrifying!"
"He cannot be resisted by sheer force!"
Only now, witnessing Chen Jiuyang's terrifying offensive and explosive combat strength, were people filled with awe.
"Boom boom boom!"
Chen Jiuyang's assault continued. Twenty minutes later, the arena was densely covered with the saber-shaped afterimages left by Chen Jiuyang.
Chen Jiuyang slowly sheathed his saber. Mi Tuo was riddled with wounds, scarred and battered, a bloody figure.
However, he was not yet dead; his life force had not been extinguished.
At this moment, Mi Tuo looked at Chen Jiuyang with utter dread in his eyes.
How could there be such a terrifyingly powerful individual among Earth Realm martial artists?
He could not comprehend it.
Chen Jiuyang remained expressionless, his eyes indifferent as he looked at Mi Tuo and said faintly:
"After my martial arts advanced, you are the first person to make me unleash my full power."
"As a parting gift, I will let you witness the nascent form of my divine ability."
Earlier, during his seclusion in Qingzhu Village, Chen Jiuyang had comprehended the second nascent form of his divine ability, besides the breakthrough technique.
"...Absolute Kill"
Chen Jiuyang's voice fell.
"Rumble!"
The countless condensed yet unscattered saber afterimages on the arena erupted violently, their edges sharp!
Each afterimage struck towards Mi Tuo.
"Ch! Ch! Ch!"
Ten thousand devouring strikes descended simultaneously!
Mi Tuo's life force was instantly extinguished, and he died.
This scene shocked countless people.
Not only did Chen Jiuyang possess Heavenly Realm combat strength, but he had also mastered such a terrifying and extraordinary Heavenly Realm technique!
Even the Sword Bearers of Long Jing widened their mouths, finding it difficult to believe.
Was this Chen Jiuyang's true full strength?
This brat had hidden his capabilities so deeply!
Once he advanced to the Heavenly Realm, he would likely be able to rival existences like King Yan in an instant…
Even the referee, standing below the arena, was dumbfounded. He had never witnessed such an exaggerated and bizarrely terrifying technique.
After a long moment, he jumped onto the arena and announced, "Long Country's Chen Jiuyang wins!"
The entire stadium, inside and out, fell into a deathly silence.
Chen Jiuyang sheathed his saber and walked off the arena.
He had secured his qualification for the finals of the Asian Martial Rankings Competition.
Returning to the waiting area, Yan Hongming and the others sat beside Chen Jiuyang, feeling a heavy, intangible pressure.
The distance between them and Chen Jiuyang had widened considerably.
But it was precisely because Chen Jiuyang was so strong that he could lead the Long Country Martial Rankings team further.
They clenched their fists, determined that upon returning to Long Country, they would spare no effort in improving their strength!
They could not afford to be left further behind by Chen Jiuyang!