CHAPTER 305 (1/2)

He had lost through and through to Chu Jingtian. In the beginning he had been forced off by his sword, and now he was caught up in the web of the Cangming Sword so deeply that to even approach Chu Jingtian seemed like a luxury. He had fought countless masters of the sword in his life, some who knew the art of sword manipulation. But only today did he truly understand the meaning of sword manipulation and how dangerous it could be. No matter in terms of strength or control, all of it left him defenseless. Gradually he was beginning to feel the urge of back down and overwhelming fear.

Slit…A rivulet of blood appeared on Yan Zheng’s right arm.

Slit…The back of his neck was slit open, oozing blood slowly.

Slit…Another wound on his right leg.

Slit…

Slit…

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The other four elders of the Northern Emperor sect had dark expressions, but suppressed their urges to move or to speak out. Watching their strongest elder fall prey to a young man was already enough loss of reputation, if they called out or tried to stop him…then the Northern Emperor sect would be nothing but a laughingstock!

They had joined the competition to guide and serve as witnesses for it, as well as to open up the fight, with no expectation of continuing to win. Even so, they shouldn’t lose to a completely nameless young man. This was completely outside of their expectations, and a blow to their pride they could not accept.

Yan Zheng was already heavily wounded, but could not admit defeat or ask for his life…he had already made the decision to destroy this man’s companion and state that life and death were commonplace in this tournament. Chu Jingtian clearly no longer cared that he belonged to the Northern Emperor sect. Anyone could see that he fully intended to kill him. Yan Zheng might die, but he couldn’t risk the damage to reputation that admitting defeat would bring him.

The champions present watched passively as Yan Zheng was tormented by the flying Cangming Sword. His left hand was wounded heavily, gushing blood, although he had no attention to spare. The rest of his body was covered in new cuts, while his motion became slower and slower. The Cangming Sword showed no signs of slowing down, shooting through the air near him in a web of motion, occasionally leaving more bloody wounds on his body.

Slash!!

The sound of leather being cut open. Amid the crisscross of the sword’s trail, a blue light shot out with full intensity. Different from before where the sword shot toward his neck, this time it came directly at his heart with increased aggression. Yan Zheng dodged, but his reaction time and speed were nothing compared to before. Although he was able to avoid life-threatening damage, his shoulder was still pierced through. The sword entered from one side and exited from the other, shattering his shoulder bone.

Suffering through incredible pain, Yan Zheng extended his right hand in an instant, grabbing the Cangming Sword by its hilt. With a cry, he yanked the sword from his own shoulder. Blood seeped through his clothes immediately, dying them red.

Chu Jingtian didn’t seem phased that the Cangming Sword had been taken from him. His brows furrowing, he waved both hands.

A strength as grounded as a mountain resisted Yan Zheng’s hands, pulling the sword away from him. Trying to suppress the pain surging through him, Yan Zheng focused all his strength into his right hand, not letting the sword escape his hand, all while stepping closer and closer to Chu Jingtian.

Small beads of sweat were already seeping from Chu Jingtian’s forehead. Sword manipulation was incredibly energy-draining, this was common knowledge. Extending both arms, he poured all his energy into the sword, leaving nothing behind. “Sword Spirit Chant–Silent Roar!”

Clank!

Blue light shone from the sword. With a light ring, a shocking amount of energy exploded from the sword, throwing Yan Zheng’s whole body away. His right hand turned into a pulpy mess, the Cangming Sword flying from his grasp. Sword manipulation from a distance and grasping the sword alike were incredible drains on energy, although the former was many times worse than the latter. Yan Zheng had lost completely to Chu Jingtian.