Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 118 The Ultimate Battle, Fame Spreads Throughout the World

The bright moon leaps out, spanning the ends of the earth.

Everyone wanted to know how Li Xijun would respond to the sword technique that had instantly killed Su Nianyi and Chu Chenhuan.

For this,

As if he had anticipated this, the young man's long sword indeed underwent some kind of change.

Li Xijun, who should have used the subtle sword technique, did not fully restrain all his subtle power and instead unleashed a powerful strike.

Instead, it became incredibly elusive, with flashes of blades, like thousands of silver snakes, or like layers of snow lotuses dancing in the sky.

This caused many of the more advanced students, especially those in their third and fourth years, to slightly frown.

If one tries to use such a complicated method to deal with Ye Ningxue's attack, one will only end up like Qin Lingfeng before, easily killed in one move.

Sure enough, the ever-changing sword light somehow began to flow, like the wind, which naturally swept across every part of the earth and sky.

This caused the bright moon, which originally stretched across the ends of the earth, to reveal its whereabouts.

next moment,

The gleam of the blade is transformed by the flowing water, like a rushing river. No matter how you try to cut the water with your blade, I will continue to flow until I reach the sea.

"clang!"

The bright moon, stretching across the horizon, finally appeared.

The Miao sword and the long sword collided, creating a tangible shockwave that was almost like a sonic wave.

This caused the tens of thousands of audience members to gasp in amazement.

This was the first time anyone had ever seen Ye Ningxue's knife blocked.

Among them, Chu Chenhuan was the most astonished. Looking at it now, he felt that he and those two monsters were from completely different worlds.

One of the victims, Su Nianyi, clenched her fists, feeling invigorated.

She, who cultivated the "One-Word Lightning Sword," could feel...

The opponent's swordsmanship also emphasizes the first move.

Li Xijun's ability to block the opponent's first-time killing blow with a drawn sword gives him nearly a 50% chance of success.

Lisa, on the high platform, suddenly understood why Feng Sheng had said "not bad" last night.

"That was a good strike!"

Ye Ningxue in the arena finally no longer had that cold, aloof expression, like an iceberg snow lotus.

Instead, she gazed at the boy before her with a smile, an uncontrollable, terrifying fighting spirit surging and awakening within her.

A bad feeling rose in Li Xijun's heart.

really!

The next instant, their blades clashed, and Ye Ningxue struck again.

A flash of light!

Faster! Faster! Faster! Extremely fast!

Li Xijun only had time to rely on instinct to defend and dodge.

But as the blade flashed, he could still feel that a cut had been made on his left leg, and blood was flowing out continuously.

"Clang!"

"Clang! Clang!"

Ye Ningxue kept swinging her knife, each strike extremely fast and sharp.

Not to mention Li Xijun who was defending at this moment, even the many senior students and experts watching from the outside felt their scalps tingle.

Because as bystanders, they can see things more clearly.

Ye Ningxue's every strike was incredibly precise.

Each strike could predict Li Xijun's movements.

Each strike is a perfect convergence of all the subtle details of the body, a unified force.

"It is indeed faster, stronger, and more precise," Li Xijun thought to himself.

"clang!"

The slender blade of the Miao sword once again struck precisely at the weak point in Li Xijun's longsword's power.

This caused another crack in his weapon, forcing Li Xijun to retreat further.

This made him acutely aware of the tiny gap between his current level of mastery and his previous level of perfection.

"There are countless heroes in this world."

Li Xijun couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

But he felt no frustration whatsoever.

Without the slightest anxiety or disgust for defeat,

It felt like I was back in the days when I was being suppressed and trained by Teacher Lisa.

He simply focused on parrying the opponent's sword attacks, one strike at a time.

"Bang! Thud! Thud!"

Like the moon in the sky, like snowflakes frosting the ground, the blade flashed and swept across the land, invincible in its path.

Gradually.

The long sword in Li Xijun's hand was already full of cracks, and he himself was almost at the edge of the wide arena.

Ye Ningxue, who seemed to be steadily suppressing Li Xijun, also began to gradually increase the force and speed of her Miao sword.

"Sizzle!"

"Sizzle! Sizzle!"

Clumps of bright red blood bloomed all over Li Xijun's body, making him appear as if he were covered in wounds.

But what followed was...

It was also the message that had been constantly flashing in his line of sight since the start of the battle.

[Your "Ten Thousand Blades Return to the Flow" skill level has increased from Master 96% to Master 97%.]

[Your "Ten Thousand Blades Return to the Flow" skill level has increased from Master 99% to Master 100%.]

at this moment,

Li Xijun felt every subtle part of his body, and all the tributaries were completely gathered by him!

The entire being, from the outside in, and even the deepest part of the body, achieves a perfect and subtle convergence into one!

"This is the perfection of subtlety, this is the pinnacle of skill!"

I don't know when,

Having almost been knocked off the stage, when he faced Ye Ningxue's blade again, he no longer fought back with all his might.

Instead, it was a simple, ordinary gesture of raising his hand and slashing, yet this very slash was like a gazelle leaping across a cliff, elusive and unpredictable. It became incomparably ethereal, a masterpiece of nature!

"clang!"

Previously suppressed and forced to retreat, Li Xijun finally managed to perfectly block the opponent's attack with a simple slash.

Ye Ningxue actually smiled and stopped attacking, letting Li Xijun savor the perfect meaning of this breakthrough.

Seeing this scene,

The numerous senior students from prestigious universities at the competition site, who possessed profound knowledge of subtle techniques, were astonished.

"A breakthrough?"

"Wow, this is starting to feel like something out of an online novel—breaking through during battle, huh!"

"What defines a top genius? A top genius is someone who learns through practice and experience!"

"Unbelievable! This year's five-school martial arts competition finals were absolutely spectacular!"

"They're too strong! Luckily I started school a few years early, so I'm in the same year as these two monsters. I have no choice but to give up!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

"Congratulations to both of you! This year, Qingquan Chunhui Palace and Weiming Linlang Pavilion have truly produced outstanding individuals."

The former headmaster of Qinglan Yunxian Mansion congratulated the two with a smile.

"Oh well, let's wait until next year when we recruit a genius and then try again."

Principal Tieta of Qiushi Lianzhenyuan looked depressed.

He had thought that Chu Chenhuan, whom he had recruited exceptionally, was already a martial arts genius, but compared to these two, he was just a glimmer of light.

Vice Principal Lisa smiled but didn't say anything, her eyes filled with anticipation.

On the contrary, Professor Xu, who was leading the team from Weiming Linlang Pavilion, pushed up his glasses, sighed silently, and looked somewhat puzzled.

"Why did you help me break through just now?"

After Li Xijun unleashed his perfectly executed slash, it didn't require Ye Ningxue's expectation that it would take time to remember and comprehend it.

Having always maintained perfect precision, he looked at Ye Ningxue opposite him with some confusion.

"Ten Thousand Blades Return to the Flow"

The silver-haired girl stared intently at the other person.

"I want to witness the ultimate form of Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Flow, the profound meaning of exhausting all changes."

With that, the silver-haired girl sheathed her sword again and slowly gripped the hilt once more.

Her aura became ethereal, as if she were in an empty space or in a deep ocean.

When the "Master of Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Flow 100%" appeared on the panel, countless sword techniques flowed and converged, and the profound meaning that naturally emerged also appeared on Li Xijun's body.

He held the long sword, which was already full of cracks, and when he raised it, his aura became distant and flowing.

For a time,

The entire massive martial arts arena, encompassing the Nine Schools Alliance and the capital city for two days, fell silent as tens of thousands of people turned their expectant gazes toward the two fighters on the stage.

Ye Ningxue drew her Miao sword, transforming it into a pure beam of light.

All that everyone saw was that

At the horizon where the sea meets the sky, a faint ray of silver light silently blooms amidst the deep ink.

In the blink of an eye,

The silver light gradually changed, finally breaking free from the seawater's restraints and leaping out of the water!

A bright moon rises, clear and pure, like liquid glass, like refined frost and snow, its clear light pouring down, vast and boundless.

No matter how many times they saw this sword technique, the spectators were always captivated.

Only a few people who were still conscious held their breath and looked nervously at Li Xijun.

At that moment, the blade in the boy's hand flashed.

It seems as if thousands of streams have broken free from the embrace of the mountains, leaping out from the cracks in the rocks, the snow-capped peaks, and the forests.

They began as thin as silver threads, tinkling as they traversed the deep valley, then shattered into white foam, etching streaks of water onto the rugged cliff faces.

The trickles surged and gathered, growing louder and louder, until they finally met on the vast plains, twisting into a yellow dragon flowing eastward!

At that moment, everyone had a sudden realization:

This is—the Return of Ten Thousand Blades!

When the two longswords, having exhausted all their variations and simplified their techniques to achieve a unified whole, finally overlapped and collided.

In that instant, the entire arena fell silent, as if the entire virtual world had frozen and paused for a moment.

As countless people craned their necks, looking up in anticipation, waiting for the moment the result would be revealed...

The blade flashed in all directions.

The two knives fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

Ye Ningxue and Li Xijun's figures slowly disappeared at the same time.

However, Li Xijun was a moment too slow.

He took the opportunity to glance back at the sea of ​​people in the stands, a scene of jubilation.

He returned a bright smile to Lisa, who was sitting on the high platform.

"Ohhh!"

"Li Xijun! Li Xijun!"

"Ye Ningxue! Ye Ningxue!"

"The chief is too strong!"

"That was awesome! No one survived, they both collapsed to the ground!"

"The ultimate battle! From this day forward, no one in the Five Schools Tournament has ever surpassed it!"

Faced with such an incredibly exciting match, a clash of titans that could be remembered for a lifetime, cheers from all directions nearly shook the entire stadium.

Faced with such a legendary ending, the audience, having thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle, no longer cared about who won or lost.

at the same time,

Surprisingly, a series of videos about this joint competition between the five schools were also allowed to be released online.

Thirty-three martial arts universities, and even all the college and high school students in the entire Great Xia, watched the legendary duel between the two with boiling blood on the same night.

In just one night,

The battle video between Li Xijun of Qingquan Chunhui Palace and Ye Ningxue of Weiming Linlang Pavilion has been viewed over 100 million times, sweeping across all video platforms nationwide.

Here,

After dying in the virtual pod, Li Xijun, who was practicing his visualization techniques as usual, suddenly sensed something.

Suddenly, some being appeared, traversing the distant void, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

One after another, strange, indescribable golden threads began to gradually fall onto Li Xijun's visualization.

The Unborn Mother, seated on a thirty-six-petaled white lotus platform, with a triple-tiered jeweled crown on her head and her body draped in a pure white silk veil, held in her left hand a phantom image of her illusory homeland, and in her right hand a white sword with golden patterns.

It's as if it's been plated with gold!

(End of this chapter)