157 Heaven Origin Sword (1/2)

When he lost in a single move, the man with the coronet realized that some of the matters in the rumors were not as they had expected. Happy had definitely not used some tricks to seize the brocade box and toy with the normal players.

Ghost Slayer Art in the eighth realm would definitely not lose to a high-tier martial art of the ninth realm with the same requirements in qi realm in terms of lethality and bizarreness.

Usually, even if people had a high-tier martial art in Grandmaster Realm, they would find it hard to figure out the unique characteristics within the double attack from the real nunchucks and the soundwaves of Ghost Slayer Art in a short period of time. It was because of this that he had the courage to volunteer to chase after Happy by himself, but right then, based on what he saw, he had been blinded by his confidence, so much so that he had made a fool of himself.

He had overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent too much!

He was faced with a person who had defeated the core combat squad of Class One Hall, so there was no way that he would be someone easy to deal with.

The man with the coronet closed his eyes and waited for death, but even after he waited for a long time, he did not feel the saber on him nor the pain that would accompany it.  Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.

Instead, he heard the cacophony of cries of pain, wails, screams of surprise, and enraged roars. They were all gathered into one huge mess and reached his ears from another direction.

He opened his eyes and looked there.

A group of more than one hundred riders had been yanked off their horses and were scattered all over the ground! The terrifying dark-blue saber glare shone without fear in the middle of them. Happy swung his blade in a breathtaking manner, turning the situation incredibly chaotic!

When he saw it, the man with the coronet sucked in multiple sharp breaths. The people before him should be another force of power chasing after Happy after they obtained news about his location. Even though there were not many Blessed Realm players among them, it was not an easy feat to easily strike and throw so many people into chaos for one person.

Not only would Happy need courage and strength for it, he would also need an incredible attention to detail and technique!

Happy no longer left into the distance after he slaughtered some people, just like he did before. Instead, he killed everyone he reached. Every single time he attacked, a number of people would be cut and sent into the air by the saber glares that sliced through the wind. It was hard for them to survive.

The man with the coronet instantly held his breath and paid attention to the battlefield. He gradually forgot his injuries and that he had just lost. He stared without blinking at the blue figure moving with agility within the crowd.

As he watched, his expression became more solemn!

He understood it then.

Happy's saber technique should have already reached the tenth realm. With the weapon that was practically a masterpiece in his hands, his offense was so great that there were practically no one who could stand up to him.

Happy had thrown the entire battlefield into chaos and killed resolutely. Under his offense that tore through his enemies as if they were paper, he might seem to be fighting alone against more than one hundred people, but in truth, there was not a single enemy behind him!

The only people who could truly threaten him were the four in front of him.

But they were all intimidated by Happy's crushing advantage and dominated regardless of their momentum or strength.

The most terrifying thing was that in the world of martial artists' battles, the side which had more people would usually find itself with hands tied behind its back. Everyone would be afraid of their weapons cutting their own people.

The chaos provided Happy with the best conditions and the perfect battleground!

And as the number of people was reduced, the situation would not bring about pressure or trouble to Happy.

His momentum only continued to increase, and the players who had long since lost their fighting spirit would find their limbs weaken upon being faced with him. They did not know what to do.

There was no way anyone would not be broken like a twig when a high-tier saber technique at the tenth realm went swinging at them.

The man with the coronet could say nothing. He felt all sorts of emotions in his heart, but more than anything, he was impressed.

What kind of world was the world of martial arts?

It was a world in which those who were skilled could walk the land bravely, a world where people did things in a straightforward and frank manner!

Only such people could move around like fish in the water in the world of martial artists. Only they could be successful!

Right then, he was actually a little envious of Happy. Even if he died right then, his success and feats would be remembered by many for life. They would never forget it.

At the very least, the man with the coronet himself did not think he would ever forget what had happened that day.