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Chapter 195: Stunning Blade Technique
Looking at the significantly increased strength of Yukong, Sun Zhe furrowed his brows slightly. He did not expect that Yukong had been hiding his true power, and the means he used to conceal it were extraordinary. The techniques he employed clearly indicated the use of some advanced secret skill, which explained why no one had discovered his true abilities until now.
With a slight frown, Sun Zhe unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade. A Mid-Level Thunder Lord like Yukong was already extremely difficult to deal with, and now that he had reached the Late Stage Thunder Lord, Yukong could undoubtedly compete among the top tier of the younger generation. At this moment, Sun Zhe finally believed that Yukong was indeed a rare talent that appeared once in a century.
In contrast to Sun Zhe's seriousness, Yukong chuckled lightly, especially seeing the grave expression in Sun Zhe's eyes, which only made his smile grow wider.
"Transform Spirit!"
With a hand gesture, he pressed downwards, and instantly countless blue light spots appeared in the air. These blue light spots quickly transformed into numerous Blue Butterflies, their eyes flashing with blood-red light. Under Yukong's command, they all immediately flew towards Sun Zhe. At the Late Stage Thunder Lord level, Yukong could easily perform this Transform Spirit technique.
Seeing the swarm of Crimson-Eyed Blue Butterflies flying towards him, Sun Zhe's expression changed slightly. He could clearly sense that these creatures had become stronger. Taking a step back with his left foot, the North Star Blade in his hand radiated purple lightning. Sun Zhe swiftly swung both arms downwards, unleashing waves of Sword Aura towards the approaching Crimson-Eyed Blue Butterflies.
Although the strength of these Crimson-Eyed Blue Butterflies had increased, Sun Zhe's Sword Aura was also formidable. With his current mastery of Sword Technique, even a casual slash possessed immense power. The Sword Aura infused with Thunder Power directly shattered those Crimson-Eyed Blue Butterflies into pieces.
"Ha ha, not bad, not bad. But unfortunately, you will still lose in the end!"
Watching Sun Zhe's fierce blade strikes, Yukong nodded lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, Yukong's aura shifted again; his entire presence suddenly became eerie as if he himself had turned into a ghost. His body became ethereal and blended into the surrounding blue world.
"Since I have unlocked all my cultivation, let me show you the power of my Yuling Jue Third Floor. You will be the first person I have ever used it against since mastering it."
The Yuling Jue is the treasured scripture of the Yuling Sect, also known as Yuling Seven Decisions. The first decision is for living beings, the second for transforming spirits, and the third is Transform Spirit. Although very few have truly witnessed its power, many have heard about it.
"Transform Spirit!"
Sure enough, what Yukong shouted were indeed the words "Transform Spirit." The moment he uttered these two words, some cultivators nearby who had heard of Yuling Jue suddenly changed their expressions dramatically. There are only seven decisions in total for Yuling Jue; generally speaking, someone at this age achieving comprehension of the second level is already impressive. Yet unexpectedly, Yukong had comprehended up to the Third Floor.
Pang Yiting, one of the Courtesans from Hua Qing Sect, clearly understood this top-tier technique as well. Upon hearing Yukong shout those two words, her body involuntarily trembled. She tightly grasped Nangong Wan'er beside her, causing the little girl to cry out in pain as she was pulled along with her.
Although Shen Yan and Zhao Ang did not understand what "Transform Spirit" meant, they could clearly see that Sun Zhe was at a disadvantage; concern appeared in their eyes as they realized how much importance Sun Zhe placed on this competition. Among them, only Takeda—who had close ties with Yuling Sect—did not share this sentiment; however, a complex expression emerged in his eyes.
Even the Vice Master of the Eastern Hall on the Observation Platform at the center of the square revealed an unmistakable look of astonishment upon witnessing Yukong's technique; his calm eyes flickered slightly.
"Indeed worthy of being a talent from Yuling Sect; this young man’s future achievements are limitless..." Looking at the young man exuding such overwhelming aura on the arena, he suddenly felt a sense that he was growing old.
"Is the Yuling Jue really difficult to cultivate?" Looking at the old man's sigh, Tang Yuexi asked with some confusion.
"This technique is a treasure passed down from the Ancient Times. How could it be so simple to cultivate? Even the current leader of the Yuling Sect, a powerful cultivator, has only managed to cultivate the Yuling Jue to the fifth level. You can imagine how difficult it is to practice. However, the power of this technique is immense; you'll see soon enough. This Competition is about to conclude."
After saying this, he couldn't help but turn his gaze toward the Arena where the two were competing. In his mind, he had already determined the outcome of this Competition. Yukong, who had mastered the Yuling Jue at the Third Floor, was already capable of battling against the Top Ten Star Rankings. In his view, Sun Zhe had no chance left.
"Is it about to end...?"
Carefully pondering the old man's words, Tang Yuexi also turned her gaze toward the Arena, but there was an inexplicable glimmer of hope in her eyes. Perhaps she was hoping for victory, perhaps for a miracle; maybe even she herself didn't know what she was hoping for...
At the moment when Yukong shouted "Transform Spirit," Sun Zhe suddenly felt as if everything around him had come to life. Suddenly, with a movement of his foot, two large black hands formed from the black spirit stones that made up the Arena, directly grabbing his feet. The surrounding space rippled, condensing into strands of white mist that bound his body.
In an instant, it seemed as if the entire ground had come alive; all things had spirits. Yukong's voice was like a descending law, awakening the earth's Universal Spirit. Everything became his subordinate, and all living beings were under his control. Meanwhile, Sun Zhe's enemies transformed from just Yukong into the entire earth.
This was precisely the third decision of the Yuling Seven Decisions—Transform Spirit!
Once Transform Spirit was unleashed, the Universal Spirit mutated. The terror of this move could never be understood by anyone who hadn't experienced it; that feeling of resisting against the earth was something Sun Zhe felt at that moment as if the whole world was fighting against him. The only thing that remained unchanged was the blade in his hand—the one connected to his very essence—the North Star Blade.
Blade! Feeling that connection through blood, Sun Zhe suddenly awakened. His eyes burst forth with fierce brilliance; all traces of despair vanished in an instant. He began to laugh maniacally. If one were to oppose him, then he would kill; if one were to ally with him, then he would slaughter—why bother considering anything else?
"Slaughter!"
A cold voice erupted from Sun Zhe. Although his body was bound, his hand holding the Long Sword was not restrained. The seven-foot-long North Star Blade flew into the air on its own. The words "North Star" on its blade suddenly shone with dazzling light, causing everyone around to cover their eyes, clearly unable to withstand such brilliance.
Suddenly, a surge of Thunder Power poured into the blade, an indescribable aura enveloping the entire Arena. The world that had been under Yukong's control suddenly faced a variable—this blade connected by blood to Sun Zhe. In that moment of unification between body and mind, it seemed as if it transformed into Sun Zhe, with its black blade facing off against Yukong, just like how Sun Zhe's eyes sparkled with dark light.
With a single swing, an endless darkness enveloped everything; the entire Arena was undoubtedly shrouded in this darkness. This darkness replaced all things. Above the Arena, even Yukong abruptly realized that his controlled Universal Spirit seemed to have lost control. For the first time, his expression changed dramatically.
The Long Sword fell downwards; that endless darkness began to shatter piece by piece. A blade can slaughter and naturally can shatter all things; everything began to collapse. The black hands binding Sun Zhe instantly crumbled, and the mist wrapping around him dissipated in an instant. When light returned once more, Sun Zhe was already coldly standing before Yukong.
A blood-red wound appeared on Yukong's chest, crimson blood staining his entire body while Sun Zhe stood coldly before him, holding his blade in one hand. The icy blade pointed at his neck. Although Sun Zhe's face was pale, it couldn't hide the coldness in his eyes. After a moment's pause, he slowly spoke,
"You've lost!"
At the moment these words were spoken, everyone opened their mouths in disbelief, and when they saw the scene on the Arena, their eyes widened in astonishment. They were horrified to discover that not only was the Arena beneath Sun Zhe's feet shattered, but also the half-Void smoke and clouds, and even the Defensive Light Shield that enveloped the entire Arena and could withstand Thunder Lord's attacks was also shattered into pieces.
"What... what is happening..."
Slowly swallowing a mouthful of saliva and rubbing his eyes vigorously, Zhao Ang muttered to himself in confusion. Turning his head, he found that not a single person among the hundreds of onlookers around him wore a different expression.
"Impossible... this can't be happening..."
Staring blankly at Sun Zhe standing in front of him, Yukong's eyes were filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that Sun Zhe was able to break his Transform Spirit. He couldn't believe that his strongest move, crafted with great effort, was so easily countered by someone else, just like how he had been confidently defeated by that person years ago.
"There’s nothing impossible; defeat is defeat..."
Leaving behind a simple remark, Sun Zhe walked slowly toward the direction of the referee. Zhao Ang no longer had any fighting power left.
"I never expected this... it seems I really am getting old..." With a slow sigh, the Vice Master of the Eastern Hall on the Observation Platform had a glimmer of helplessness in his eyes. He no longer paid attention to Tang Yuexi and her companion and began to walk slowly down from the Observation Platform.
Watching the elderly figure grow frail, the kind-hearted Tang Yuexi opened her mouth but ultimately didn't know what to say. Her gaze turned to the Arena above, where she saw the proud white figure standing alone. A faint shimmer of unusual light flickered in her black eyes.
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