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Chapter 483 Nameless vs. Godless

this day.

The sun sets in the west, and the setting sun is like blood.

Hundreds of meters away from Anzhou City, a black torrent, led by a burly man as tall as an iron tower, surged toward Anzhou City like a tide.

Clearly, this was the God of No God and his army of demons and demons.

"Nameless, is that you?"

Jue Wushen stopped in his tracks, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the rather desolate figure standing in front of the city gate. He said arrogantly, "Since you've already escaped, why did you foolishly come back to die? Where is Ying Xun? Is he still going to be a coward? Tell him to come out and face his death!"

As soon as Jue Wushen stopped, the group of Ghost Chalu behind him also stopped in unison, silent and imposing. The murderous aura emanating from the group gave people an indescribable sense of immense pressure.

But in front of Anzhou City, there was only one person standing.

His demeanor was desolate, exuding the air of a grandmaster; he was none other than the martial arts legend from the capital—Nameless.

"As expected, Brother Ying was right. This Jue Wushen has cultivated external martial arts, making him even more difficult to deal with than before. And I've only recovered 30% of my strength. I'm afraid I have little chance of winning..."

Wuming sighed inwardly.

Twenty years ago, Jue Wushen led Gui Chaluo to invade the Central Plains for five or six years, but was stopped by the young Wuming with a sword. At that time, Jue Wushen's aura was far less fierce than it is now.

In Wuming's view, it was precisely because he did not completely eliminate Jue Wushen back then that Jue Wushen was able to make a comeback, and the Central Plains martial arts world suffered a calamity.

Moreover, the reason why the martial arts masters in the Central Plains are so few and weak is because he was too sharp when he was young. He defeated ten major sects by himself, which made the martial arts world dim.

Therefore, whether viewed from the perspective of Japan or the martial arts world of the Central Plains, Wuming bears an inescapable responsibility.

And that is why Nameless appeared here.

Even if he only recovers 30% of his strength, he will still stand in front of Anzhou City.

Of course, he has the confidence to stand here.

With the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One at his side, even if he can't defeat Absolute God, he can still force out the opponent's trump card.

"No God, if you want to see Brother Ying, you'll have to get past me first." Wuming snorted coldly, took a step forward, and the aura of the Heavenly Sword burst forth instantly.

Buzz! !

In an instant, the swords in the hands of the swordsmen present began to vibrate uncontrollably, emitting clear and melodious sword sounds.

The sharp sword energy instantly enveloped an area of ​​about a hundred feet in radius.

"Interesting. Since you're looking for death, then come on. I'd like to have a fair fight with you."

Jue Wushen also took a step forward, his expression arrogant, exuding an incomparably powerful and domineering aura.

Wuming pointed his fingers together to form a sword. With a single stroke, thousands of longswords shot into the sky with a resounding boom, spun in the air, and finally hovered around Wuming.

As he pointed his sword forward, the longsword simultaneously rotated ninety degrees, its tip pointing towards Jue Wushen.

This scene is truly magnificent.

In particular, each sword is imbued with a different sword aura; some are graceful and agile, some are fierce and domineering, and some are as gentle as water... But under Wuming's control, the aura emitted by all the swords is interconnected, forming a unified whole.

That invisible and intangible sword energy surged through the sky, causing the heavens and earth to lose their luster.

"What...what kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Jue Wushen's expression changed slightly; even he couldn't help but feel a sense of danger.

This was the first time he had felt danger since he achieved the Great Perfection of the Undying Golden Body.

In other words, Wuming's move was enough to threaten him.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

Wuming said, enunciating each word clearly.

As the words "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin" were uttered, the thousands of longswords trembled violently. Amidst the whistling of sword energy, they roared and pounced towards Jue Wushen like an angry dragon whose body was purely made of swords.

The sword shadows blotted out the sky, vast and mighty, shattering everything in their path with unstoppable force.

"Well done! Today, I will use my indestructible golden body to shatter your legendary martial arts technique, 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin'."

With a roar, Jue Wushen lowered his stance and clenched his fists.

With a jolt, a golden aura suddenly appeared around his towering body, completely protecting him without any flaws or gaps.

Bathed in the faint golden light emanating from the protective aura, Jue Wushen's entire body seemed to be coated with a layer of light golden radiance, making him look like a god of war.

Bang bang bang! !

Amidst a fierce barrage of clashes, one after another, the finely forged steel swords collided with the protective aura erected by Jue Wushen.

Because the longsword was infused with the nameless Heavenly Sword Qi, it was unyielding and would rather break than bend. So the moment the longsword hit the Qi shield, it immediately shattered into countless fragments, which clattered and fell to the ground.

Of course, some swords did pierce into the protective aura of the Godless One, but they did not penetrate completely.

Soon, the protective aura was covered with countless longswords, and countless broken sword fragments lay scattered on the ground.

However, everyone could clearly sense that the protective aura of the Godless One had not yet been breached.

Impregnable!

"Alas, I wonder if the nameless senior can win."

"While the nameless senior's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One technique is indeed powerful, judging from the senior's aura, he is probably injured and unable to use his full strength."

"That's right. Moreover, among these swords, there are no famous swords like the Hero Sword or the Peerless Sword. When they were in contact with Jue Wushen's protective aura, they immediately shattered into pieces. Not only did they fail to break through Jue Wushen's protective aura, they also wasted the nameless senior's true energy."

"The nameless senior is a legend in the martial arts world. If he is defeated, won't our Central Plains martial arts world fall into the hands of Japanese pirates and barbarians?!"

"Hey, don't forget, this is Anzhou City."

"You mean Ying Xun, who's supposedly 'terrified'? He doesn't even dare to accept the challenge. I think his so-called 'terrified' attitude is just empty boasting from people in the martial arts world. How can we expect anything from him?"

"You know nothing. Besides the panic in the city, there's also the leader of the World Society, Xiong, who was once the most famous evil emperor in the martial arts world."

"I know Xiong Ba, but who is the First Evil Emperor? Why have I never heard of him?"

"..."

Those who stopped to watch the battle included not only the five thousand Ghost Chakravartins brought by Jue Wushen, but also people from the martial arts world who had accompanied him, and even people from the imperial court.

Some people wanted to help Wuming, but the five thousand Ghost Cha Luos were not to be trifled with. In addition, the people in the martial arts world were from different sects and were a disorganized mess, so even if they tried, it would be useless.

Therefore, these people only thought about it and did not take any action.

On the other side, the nameless man's thousands of longswords had already broken, with only one remaining sword hanging above his head.

However, everything he had done before was not in vain. It not only weakened the protective aura of the Godless One, but also allowed him to perceive the operating path of the protective aura.

And this final sword strike.

That is, the decisive sword strike that decides the outcome, life or death.

call out!
Under the control of the nameless sword finger, the final sword flew out at an unprecedented speed.

The sharp sword pierced the air like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, leaving a milky white shockwave that seemed to tear through the void.

The sword successfully pierced into the invisible energy shield and continued to penetrate deeper, causing the entire protective energy shield to cave in, like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle but still did not burst.

Cold sweat beaded on Jue Wushen's forehead as he activated his Undying Golden Body with all his might. The ground beneath his feet had already shattered and collapsed, yet he stubbornly refused to retreat even half a step. This was, in essence, his first battle since setting foot in the Central Plains again.

Therefore, in the eyes of Absolute God, this battle must not be retreated from, let alone lost!
"Break for me!!"

With a fierce shout from Wuming, he poured all the remaining power in his body into this sword strike.

He pushed his sword forward, and with his final strike, he finally broke through the protective aura of the Godless One.

The protective aura exploded like a punctured balloon, sending airflow swirling in all directions like a raging storm.

"The protective energy shield has been broken!"

"Haha, the nameless senior truly lives up to his reputation as a martial arts legend. Even without using his full strength, he is still superior to this Japanese man."

The martial arts practitioners in the Central Plains cheered in unison.

But soon, their cheers fell silent.

They discovered that although Nameless's final sword strike broke through the protective aura and even pierced the armor worn by Godless, it could not go any further.

His skin, devoid of any spirit, seemed harder than any metal or stone in the world.

"break!"

With a sudden roar, Jue Wushen thrust his solid chest forward.

With a loud "bang," the last longsword shattered.

The shattered fragments flew out, and several unlucky guys were instantly pierced through the body and fell to the ground dead.

"You didn't expect that, did you? Your protective true qi is just an outer garment. My indestructible golden body is not something you can break so easily." Jue Wushen laughed arrogantly, and finally said coldly, "Wuming, your Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin has been broken. Now it's my turn."

After saying that, Jue Wushen clenched his five fingers, his body slightly lowered, and a fierce killing intent instantly condensed on his fist. With a "boom" of air, he threw a heavy punch.

Back then, after being blocked by the young Wuming and forced to retreat to Japan, Jue Wushen combined his martial arts with the fragmented techniques he had learned from his senior brother, Quan Chi Quan Daoshen, and created the extremely powerful Killing Fist.

The Killing Fist consists of three moves: Killing Heart, Killing God, and Killing Annihilation.

Killing Heart: Directly attack the opponent's heart, destroying the heart and abdomen, resulting in the death of both mind and body.

God of Slaughter: Its power is even more inconceivable than the Heart of Slaughter, and it is used to kill god-like opponents. It was created specifically for the Nameless.

Extermination: Once this move is unleashed, it will ensure complete annihilation, causing the heavens and earth to collapse and everything to perish.

Right now, he is using the "God of Slaughter" move on Wuming.

The power of this punch was extraordinary; the violent force of the punch spanned dozens of feet and crashed heavily towards the nameless man.

Faced with this deadly punch, Wuming used his fingers as a sword and unleashed a move called "Unspeakable Grief".

Unfortunately, although the "Grief Without Meaning" move is a sword technique based on the mind, it still requires true qi as a foundation to unleash its power. Wuming had only recovered 30% of his strength and had almost exhausted all his mental energy on the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" move, so the qi sword condensed by "Grief Without Meaning" was instantly shattered, and Wuming was sent flying backward, spitting out blood.

"From this day forward, I will be a legend in the martial arts world!"

Jue Wushen looked up to the sky and roared, his roar filled with indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

There was no way around it; for Jue Wushen, Wuming was his lifelong nemesis. After being defeated by Wuming twenty years ago, Wuming had almost become his inner demon.

Now, he has finally defeated Nameless!
Although his power was somewhat depleted, defeating Wuming, the man who had lived here for so long, boosted his confidence once again, and his aura continued to rise, making his whole body seem to be filled with explosive power.

All the legends of the martial arts world have fallen to him. Who in the Central Plains martial arts world can stop Jue Wushen from dominating the world?

The group of martial arts practitioners from the Central Plains stood there dumbfounded, as if a huge rock was pressing on their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.

Myth has been defeated; who can stand against it?
Is my Central Plains really destined to fall into the hands of the barbarians of the East?
Just as Jue Wushen stepped forward, preparing to deliver the final blow to Wuming, a slightly mocking voice rang out behind him.

"You, a guy at your peak, defeated a nameless guy who was only at 30% of his strength. Is it really necessary for you to be so excited?"

"Who?!"

Jue Wushen was terrified, and the hair on his body suddenly stood on end.

Who was it that managed to get close without me noticing?
As the thought arose in his mind, Jue Wushen also acted with extreme speed, twisting his body and suddenly throwing a punch.

Unfortunately, his punch missed.

A blurry figure flashed by, easily dodging the attack.

Jue Wushen reacted extremely quickly. As the person dodged, he unleashed his full power, turned around, and threw another punch in the direction where Wuming and the phantom had disappeared.

This punch was the final move of his killing fist—annihilation!
This move, once unleashed, is so deadly that it can annihilate everything, possessing the power to change the very fabric of heaven and earth.

The moment the punch was unleashed, Jue Wushen's already thick arm suddenly grew three times larger, his muscles bulging and surging with a fierce wind, as if he were not throwing a punch, but rather swinging a pillar that could sweep away everything in front of him.

It must be said that the power of that punch was indeed remarkable.

But unfortunately...

He encountered Ying Xun.

Ying Xun raised his hand and casually pushed out a palm strike.

boom! !

With a muffled roar, the ground beneath Jue Wushen's feet shattered, the earth continued to break and sink, and a deluge of mud, sand, and flying rocks shot towards Jue Wushen's back like sharp swords.

Immediately, amidst screams of agony, countless demons died with broken tendons and bones.

Jue Wushen himself staggered back several steps, a violent force surging through his body, making him feel like he was about to vomit blood, his face turning pale and then red.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the ethereal figure in green robes before him, Jue Wushen's expression was extremely solemn, and an indescribable fear even surfaced in his eyes.

"Didn't you send me out to die?" Ying Xun stood with his hands behind his back, chuckling, "What, don't you recognize me?"

"Ying Xun?"

Jue Wushen frowned, seemingly finding it hard to believe that the world-renowned Jinghuang Zhihuang was so young: "You are Jinghuang Zhihuang Ying Xun?!"

"Ah~"

Ying Xun sighed dramatically: "Jue Wushen, I have already had someone warn you not to set foot in the Central Plains, why did you insist on not listening?"

"Hmph, the outcome is still uncertain!"

Jue Wushen snorted coldly, his aura surging forth without reservation, his imposing momentum soaring into the sky and stirring up the wind and clouds.

In contrast, Ying Xun didn't even glance at him, but instead bent down and helped Wuming up.

"Are you OK?"

Wuming took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the surging blood energy, and slowly exhaled.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."

Clearly, Wuming is just being stubborn.

It should be noted that the God of Slaughter's punch that Jue Wushen just unleashed was specifically designed for him. The full-power God of Slaughter's punch would have caused considerable damage to Wuming, who had only recovered 30% of his strength.

However, since Wuming likes to be stubborn, he deserves to suffer.

Ying Xun withdrew his gaze and turned to Jue Wushen: "Jue Wushen, there is a saying in the Central Plains: 'Once is enough, twice is enough, but three times is not enough.' I warned you the first time, but you didn't listen. Now it's the second time. If you can withstand one of my moves, I will spare your life."

(End of this chapter)