Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 205 Sword Maniac Ji Juechen

The fifth day of unlimited defense!
"Dear audience friends, today will be the final of our Sun Moon Arena Wireless Fighting Arena. After four days of screening, the three contestants who can now stand on our stage are all top talents."

Looking at the familiar man beside him, Wu Xuan couldn't help but curl his lips. Wasn't that the man who was the first to be crippled by him and Ma Xiaotao in the last Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Competition?

"They are Ma Rulong, the quasi-seventh-level soul master who holds the title of Dragon of Destruction!"

"Sixth-level soul mentor, Ji Juechen, who has the title of sword maniac."

Hearing the familiar name, Wu Xuan couldn't help but look at the person next to Ma Rulong a few more times.

Ji Juechen looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, with long black hair tied back with a simple headband. His face looked unhealthily pale, yet his handsomeness was enough to make any man sigh in admiration. However, his eyes seemed dull and lifeless, and even his movements seemed a little slow.

He held a sword in his hand, a dark black sword about four feet long. The sword was simple in style and had no special features. It even looked a bit like a firewood stick.

"And this year's biggest dark horse, the sixth-level soul master, Yang Xuan, who holds the title of Thunder Prison Spear!"

As soon as the host finished speaking, the whole audience burst into unparalleled cheers again.

"But! There can only be one final champion, and there can only be one final prize. Who will take home the prize? Let's shout out their name."

"Dragon of Destruction! Sword Maniac! Dragon of Destruction with the Spear of the Prison of Thunder!" The audience began to shout the titles of the three people crazily.

Not only was Wu Xuan's performance stunning, but Ma Rulong and Ji Juechen also shone brightly. The three of them crushed the opponent all the way to the final battle.

The referee continued loudly, "The draw begins! The two people who drew the red ball will begin the first showdown. The winner will compete with the bye for the final championship."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful woman in a dress came onto the stage pushing a small trailer.

Seeing this, the three of them reached into the specially made metal box one after another.

Ma Rulong took out his hand first, and a small white ball came into everyone's sight.

As expected, Wu Xuan and Ji Juechen took out two small red balls respectively.

"Infinite defense! In the semi-finals, Yang Xuan, the Thunder Prison Spear, faces Ji Juechen, the Sword Maniac. Let's prepare to defend the ring."

The Infinite Defense Tournament semifinals had a considerable amount of betting, but it wasn't overwhelmingly one-sided, remaining roughly 40-60. Compared to the long-established swordsman Ji Juechen, Wu Xuan seemed to have emerged from nowhere. Furthermore, frequent visitors to the Grand Soul Fighting Arena were aware of Ji Juechen's record: he was invincible in his level and had practically never been defeated.

"In that shot you fired earlier, I saw what I've been searching for. Please let me feel it. Thank you." As he spoke, he actually held the sword in both hands and slowly bowed to Wu Xuan. His previously dull eyes suddenly shone with a fierce, obsessive passion, and now, his eyes seemed to be focused solely on the sword in his hand. Six spirit rings, two yellow, two purple, and two black, rose from beneath his feet.

In an instant, Ji Juechen seemed to merge with the unassuming black sword. Infused with soul power and sword intent, the sword's tip trembled gently, a gentle humming sound spreading out, and Ji Juechen's aura soared at an astonishing rate.

That sharp aura was his extremely sharp sword intent.

Wu Xuan didn't move as much, but simply stood there quietly. Distorted light began to refract from his body. The next moment, the Thunder Prison Liquan Spear in his grasp erupted with an incomparably brilliant flash of lightning.

Six soul rings of changing colors, two yellow, two purple and two black, flashed in succession.

Wu Xuan took a slight half-step to the left with his left foot. The moment his foot landed, a dull "thud" rang out. Immediately afterwards, a terrifying, sky-high power erupted from him. This power was so strong that it forcibly deflected Ji Juechen's incredibly sharp sword intent.

An illusory light and shadow also appeared faintly behind Wu Xuan. When everyone came to their senses, they recognized the original appearance of the light and shadow. It was the Thunder Prison Dragon that was integrated into the Thunder Prison Liquan Spear.

"Is this an eighth-level soul guide? How can a six-ringed Soul Emperor like him activate an eighth-level soul guide?" In the box, Unbreakable Douluo Zheng Zhan suddenly stood up and looked at Wu Xuan on the competition stage in disbelief.

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about how this fierce weapon transformed into an eighth-level soul guide." Jing Hongchen on the side stared at the Leiyu Liquan Spear in Wu Xuan's hand without blinking.

"Hiss~! After hearing what you said, I can also see the origin of this gun. When did this gun complete the final step to become an eighth-level soul guide?" Bupo Douluo said suddenly.

"I'm not sure! Let's ask that little guy after the competition. If he really solved it, then this little guy named Yang Xuan is really an incredible genius." Jing Hongchen commented truthfully.

Inside the competition venue!
Ji Juechen's body trembled, but his gaze became more resolute. The six spirit rings on his body shone like ripples on water. He grasped the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground. His upper body slowly turned sideways, his feet remaining in place, but he now faced Wu Xuan sideways.

The sword intent changed again in an instant, from the previous unparalleled sharpness to choosing the right person to devour. The powerful power was compressed again, and it collided head-on with the momentum released from Wu Xuan, causing layers of ripples in the air.

Turning halfway sideways, Ji Juechen tilted his body towards Wu Xuan. The shock in his heart was indescribable. Only as the person involved could he truly feel how terrifying Wu Xuan's domineering attitude was.

His sharp sword intent, already boosted to its limit, collided with Wu Xuan like a raging wave crashing against an unchanging, solid rock, scattering in all directions. It was completely unable to shake the opponent in the slightest.

Ji Juechen knew that he couldn't wait any longer. His idea of ​​overwhelming the other party with his aura was no longer feasible. If he waited any longer, his own confidence would probably collapse first.

With the help of his feet on the ground, Ji Juechen turned into a gliding light. The speed could only be described as lightning and flint. Without the assistance of any soul guide, it was already what the Sixth Ring Soul Emperor could achieve. Speed ​​Limit.

Without any warning, Ji Juechen suddenly raised his head, his eyes like two flashes of lightning staring at Wu Xuan in the distance. The next moment, his entire body was like a strange ray of light, flying towards Wu Xuan close to the ground.

(End of this chapter)