Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Zhao Mei watched the two on stage, then couldn’t help but turn to Zhao Hao and ask, ”Little Hao, who do you think has the superior Swordsmanship?”

”Brother Wen,” Zhao Hao said directly, without a shred of hesitation.

Zhao Mei asked, puzzled, ”Oh? Didn’t Shu Nan also defeat you with a single strike?”

”Shu Nan?” Zhao Hao couldn’t help but snort coldly. ”He only won because of his higher cultivation back then. I admit his Swordsmanship is better than mine, but he’s nowhere near Brother Wen’s level.”

Zhao Mei nodded, then turned her curious gaze back to the two on the stage.

”SHIING!”

Shu Nan drew his sword. An eerie glint appeared in his eyes as he stared unblinkingly at Wen Qingye, his entire body emanating an aura of boundless sharpness.

”I wonder how long you can last against my Fast Sword.”

Shu Nan roared, took a step forward, and violently swung his sword, sending a stream of sword light dancing through the air like a bolt of white silk.

As the sword light flew toward him, Wen Qingye drew his own sword and met it with a wave of Sword Qi.

The two sword attacks collided in mid-air, creating a massive explosion before dissipating into aftershocks.

”Refining Spirit Third Layer Heaven as well?” Shu Nan said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

”Gale as Swift as Lightning!”

Shu Nan shot forward, his sword thrusting violently toward Wen Qingye. Three points of Sword Aura seemed to tap lightly in the air, stabbing toward Wen Qingye’s thigh, chest, and throat. The speed was like a flash of lightning, so fast that most people couldn’t even process what had happened.

”CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!”

A series of sparks from colliding metal lit up the air as Shu Nan’s body shot backward again.

Most people in the audience couldn’t see how the two had exchanged blows. All they saw were their bodies clashing and then separating, leaving only sparks and flashes of sword light tumbling through the air.

Cheng Yu said with some surprise, ”Shu Nan didn’t even gain an advantage.”

”This Wen Qingye is no simple character. His sword was also incredibly fast just now, completely blocking Shu Nan’s three-layered sword light,” Nie Shuang added, his brow furrowed.

Wu Jing stared at the calm and composed Wen Qingye on stage, a wave of regret washing over her. ’This boy’s talent is far beyond what I expected. To improve so much in just a few short months... I never should have caved to Situ Haoming’s pressure and failed to recruit him into my Celestial Academy. If I had, Wen Qingye would be the pride of our Celestial Academy right now.’

Wu Jing felt a pang of deep regret, so sharp it was as if her insides were turning green. She secretly resolved that she absolutely could not let Wen Qingye win this time. ’If he keeps winning, he’s bound to make a name for himself throughout the entire Celestial Martial Country. If that happens, my failure will be all the more unforgivable.’

Shu Nan gave Wen Qingye a satisfied look. ”It’s been a long time since someone could block that last move of mine. You’re not bad. In that case, try this next one.”

After speaking, Shu Nan flicked his wrist. The sword, as thin as a cicada’s wing, let out a soft hum. This hum from the Sword Body carried a chilling killing intent that could make one’s entire body go limp just from hearing it.

Like wind, like lightning!

Shu Nan’s Swordsmanship pursued a single extreme: ultimate speed. He firmly believed that in all the Martial Arts of the world, only speed was unbreakable. Once speed reached its absolute peak, one would be truly invincible.

”SWOOSH!”

Watching Shu Nan rush toward him, a faint smile played on Wen Qingye’s lips. He gently raised his arm, his sword tracing several floral patterns in the air.

It was dusk. The ethereal sword flourishes, glinting with specks of white light under the setting sun, were breathtakingly beautiful. Wen Qingye seemed to have merged with the world around him, and the crowd could no longer tell if he was a figure in a painting or a man outside of one.

”CLANG!”

The crowd only saw a flash of light. Shu Nan’s sword had thrust straight forward, striking squarely against the Sword Body of Wen Qingye’s blade.

Wen Qingye blocked it!

Shu Nan gritted his teeth and slashed at Wen Qingye again.

The two exchanged blows, their swords dancing up and down, filling the air with a continuous stream of metallic clashes.

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”Slow! Too slow!” Shu Nan shouted as he attacked. ”Why is your sword so slow? Aren’t you the top expert of Qig Mountain Academy?”

”Faster! Go faster!”

”Yes, just like that! Faster, even faster!”

With every shout, Shu Nan’s sword grew three parts faster, three parts sharper.

”So fast! I can’t follow their exchange at all!”

”Terrifying! Is this the legendary Fast Sword Shu Nan?”

”It’s shocking! For the younger generation to be this powerful... Wen Qingye can barely defend himself!”

”What fast Swordsmanship! Shu Nan’s skill must have reached the pinnacle of perfection! I’ve never seen a sword move so quickly.”

Watching Shu Nan’s explosive flurry, the crowd was aghast, their hearts filled with shock.

Shu Nan’s taunts rang out continuously, his tone dripping with mockery as he tried to provoke Wen Qingye. But one thing was undeniably real: his sword was getting faster and faster.

The crowd could only catch faint shadows of Shu Nan’s Fast Sword in the stirred-up wind and other minute details. They could all too easily imagine what would happen to them if they were in Wen Qingye’s place.

”Faster! Your sword is slowing down!”

”A disappointment! You’re a complete disappointment to me!”

Shu Nan seemed to have gone berserk, wildly brandishing his sword. He could feel himself reaching his limit, and the closer he got, the more excited he became.

”Faster, faster, faster!” The speed of Shu Nan’s sword suddenly surged again. At this point, even some from the Celestial Academy could no longer follow the trajectory of his blade.

”Heavens, Shu Nan is having a breakthrough in the middle of the battle!” Zhao Mei cried out in surprise.

Everyone was stunned to hear her words.

Nie Shuang gave a wry smile. ”Shu Nan’s sword is so fast, it’s even putting a bit of pressure on me.”

Shu Nan was ecstatic. ’I can’t believe this Wen Qingye can actually block my sword and help me achieve a breakthrough!’

”Hahaha, you piece of trash! Faster! Go faster!”

Shu Nan felt incredibly exhilarated, his tone becoming limitlessly arrogant as he viciously chopped his sword toward Wen Qingye.

”I told you, Wen Qingye’s Swordsmanship is still a far cry from Shu Nan’s,” Wu Jing said slowly, breathing a sigh of relief internally.

Nie Shuang nodded. ”Mm, from what I can see, Wen Qingye won’t be able to hold on for much longer.”

Cheng Yu curled his lip. ”Tsk, tsk. This Wen Qingye talks a big game, but his strength doesn’t match up at all.”

At that moment, Shu Nan was completely immersed in his joy, his sword growing ever sharper. But a moment later, a chill began to creep into his heart, and cold sweat started to bead on his forehead.

’Why? I’ve had a breakthrough, so why can’t I even get close to Wen Qingye? His sword is still just as unhurried as before, blocking my Fast Sword. Why is this happening?’

The crowd was still caught up in the excitement of Shu Nan’s Fast Sword breakthrough and had failed to notice anything amiss.

The two continued their back-and-forth exchange, sword light flashing everywhere. It still looked like Shu Nan held the dominant position; his breakthrough hadn’t seemed to change anything else.

A smile slowly formed on Wen Qingye’s lips. ’A breakthrough? Not bad talent.’

’In that case... it’s my turn!’