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At the moment the Fifth Sword was drawn, Reynold's steps came to a halt, his pupils narrowing slightly, as if sensing danger.
He had seen this sword technique demonstrated by Bu before, which had made him feel a faint sense of danger while sitting outside the arena. Now that he was within the attack range of this sword, the sense of danger was even more pronounced.
Furrowing his brow, Reynold felt a surge of caution; the attack from this sword was too strong and concentrated at a single point. He had to use his trump card.
In an instant of thought, the overwhelming power of the Fifth Sword was already upon him.
Without any hesitation, Reynold stomped his foot on the ground, his body suddenly spinning in the opposite direction. With his Reverse Spiral Blade Dance in hand, in less than a breath's time, his figure transformed into a dazzling circle of white light, the Spiral Vortex, with the long blade on the outside and himself within it.
The outer circle was round while the inner square was firm, preparing both offense and defense.
He had achieved a triple-layered Low-Level skill—Reverse Spiral Blade Dance.
Just as Reynold's Spiral Vortex had formed, the Fifth Sword had already arrived ominously.
This sword was quick and fierce; however, to an observer, it appeared simple and plain. Although one could clearly see its astonishing power, it evoked a complex feeling of ordinariness deep within.
This was the Fifth Sword, completely restrained in its offensive nature. There was not a trace of energy spilling out; all its might was concentrated at the tip of the blade. Only when this sword erupted completely would its terrifying nature be revealed.
Everyone held their breath and stared wide-eyed; victory or defeat seemed to hinge solely on this one strike.
They were unsure if Bu had any stronger trump cards, but since the Seed Selection Tournament, Bu's strongest move had been this Fifth Sword. Perhaps this was also his last chance.
The dazzling white light of the Spiral Vortex surrounded them with immense suction power, accompanied by sharp Blade Light.
Reverse Spiral Blade Dance was an extremely powerful skill that balanced both offense and defense. The blade protected him from outside while forming a Spiral Vortex; anyone glancing at its center would feel dizzy. An attack of equal strength approaching would be affected by the powerful suction created by the vortex before even getting close, deviating from its intended trajectory.
Moreover, the energy formed by the blade light created a vortex that served as a formidable offensive means; the rapidly rotating Blade Light resembled a meat grinder, crushing everything in its path.
Since learning this skill from Reilo, no peer had ever been able to break through his Reverse Spiral Blade Dance.
Of course, there were only a handful of peers capable of forcing him to use this move, and all of them were top-tier individuals among the younger generation from the Twelve Great Cities.
In Reynold's view, being forced to use this trump card was something to be proud of. However, victory would still belong to him, Reynold.
Time passed in an instant as the Fifth Sword charged forward, a faint glow leading the way, followed by the blade itself. At that moment, it seemed as if all light was absorbed by this single strike.
Like a steel needle piercing the earth, the violent Blade Light unleashed by the Spiral Vortex dissipated upon contact with the sword's tip, akin to snowflakes melting under the morning sun, ultimately succumbing to their fate.
The swirling blade energy surged forth like a golden lotus, continuously erupting from the vortex. Each wave of blade energy was incredibly sharp, and the Blade Light surrounding the vortex resembled countless fish crossing a river, with hissing sounds of slicing air echoing continuously.
In Bu's eyes, there was an icy sharpness; no matter how many mayflies there were, they could not shake a giant tree. The glow of fireflies could never compete with the brilliance of the moon.
Wherever the Fifth Sword passed, dense Blade Light dissipated one after another, breaking through like bamboo. Even the powerful suction created by the vortex could not hinder it in the slightest.
In an instant, the Fifth Sword had already struck at the center of the Spiral Vortex. The faint glow at the sword's tip suddenly bloomed like a flower; Ethereal Light surged forth, and a piercing Sword Aura stung the eyes, while the sound of swords echoed like wailing ghosts.
With a crackling sound! The rapidly spinning blade light vortex collided with the suddenly erupting sharp Sword Aura. Countless sparks flew like a galaxy turned upside down, and the harsh sound of metal grinding was haunting.
Reynold sneered inwardly as his Reverse Spiral Blade Dance moved even more swiftly in his hand, resembling an illusion. He wanted to see how his opponent would break through his Reverse Spiral Blade Dance.
The frequency of the vortex's rotation suddenly accelerated, and sparks from metal collisions appeared in clusters like water pouring down. The sharp offensive of the Fifth Sword was obstructed and struggled to penetrate even a fraction into the vortex.
On a surface level, it seemed invincible; however, could a chopstick easily pierce through a wooden board? Even if that chopstick were made of iron, without sufficient force behind it, it would still be ineffective.
The situation appeared to have reached a stalemate; however, spectators outside remained fixated on the two on the Competition Platform without blinking.
This duel was indeed tumultuous and far more intense than all previous matches combined.
At this moment in everyone's hearts, who won or lost no longer mattered; both individuals had earned their respect for their strength. Even if one were to lose, they would still be considered successful.
Six minutes had already passed in this match; the two on the Competition Platform remained locked in combat with four minutes left on the clock. If neither wished for a draw, then victory or defeat would soon be revealed.
Just then, Bu's sword suddenly emitted cracking sounds as if it were about to break apart. The fine iron blade showed signs of cracks spreading like spider webs, seemingly on the verge of shattering completely at any moment.
Bu Xin Zhong Yi Lin, with his sword shattered, would have no chance of victory again.
Determined, Bu knew he could no longer delay. Every second he hesitated put him in greater danger; he had to break the deadlock. Even if his sword broke, he needed to inflict a heavy blow on his opponent in that very moment.
The reason the Fifth Sword found it difficult to break through the Spiral Vortex was due to the lack of stronger power to support it. Since his current strength was insufficient to escape the cage, he would unleash even more powerful force.
Ethereal Thirteen Swords, Sixth Sword!
The sound of the sword surged through the arena, and a faint glow suddenly spread across the entire blade. A chilling wail echoed as a vague black shadow silently appeared behind Bu, mirroring his movements with a dark hand gripping the sword's hilt.
This shadow was enveloped in a faint Ethereal Light, its features indistinct, leaving only a pair of terrifying crimson eyes visible. The dark hand that gripped the hilt alongside Bu's had no tangible sensation, as if it were merely a projection of light.
All the spectators outside were stunned; what kind of sword technique was this? How could such a sinister and terrifying sword technique exist within the Holy Order Alliance?
"This... this sword technique skill seems to be the Ethereal Thirteen Swords that circulated Thirty Years Ago," an elderly voice suddenly emerged from the Viewing Platform. An emaciated old man spoke uncertainly, fear evident in his eyes.
"What? This is the Ethereal Thirteen Swords? No way! I heard this sword technique was widely circulated and created by a powerful figure during the Medieval Period. If one mastered this Low-Level sword technique to the eighth level, they could inherit his legacy," a middle-aged man beside him expressed disbelief at the old man's words.
"Come on, who doesn't know that? But you need someone capable of mastering it to the eighth level. Thirty Years Ago, this sword technique caused quite a stir in the Holy Order Alliance, eventually being replicated many times. However, not a single person who learned this skill lived beyond five years."
Another person chimed in; he was an individual with Intermediate strength and wore a dismissive expression, seemingly unimpressed by the Ethereal Thirteen Swords.
"Ah, this Brent is truly remarkable; he's only in his twenties yet has learned such Forbidden Techniques. It's simply envy of talent!" An elderly man seemed quite emotional, speaking in a low tone.
These discussions came from figures of the older generation who had lived through those times and understood these secrets. Unlike the younger crowd, who could only see the power of this sword but not its risks.
The Ethereal Thirteen Swords was a forbidden sword technique; those who learned it did not live beyond five years. Bu was well aware of this fact; even Locke was unaware. Only Warren Earl, when giving him this sword technique skill, had no good intentions. Until now, Bu remained oblivious to the peculiarities of this sword technique.
The spectators' discussions lasted only for a moment before Bu's Sixth Sword had emerged on the Competition Platform.
The shadow surrounded him, and cracks on the sword enveloped in Ethereal Light increased visibly, creaking sounds clear to hear.
The sword condensed an overwhelming amount of energy. Even as the wielder tried their best to control the gathering of energy during the strike, the sword was on the verge of shattering, with some iron shavings even falling from certain parts of the blade.
The eerie and sinister Sixth Sword seemed to unleash a sword aura that could disperse the surrounding clouds and mist. Unlike the Fifth Sword's point and surface, the Sixth Sword gathered all its energy within the entire blade. The Ethereal Light was dense, and during the process of striking, a piercing wail seemed to transform into a tangible sound wave attack, bringing forth a mix of negative emotions: resentment, anger, hatred, sorrow, and suffering.
Bu Lingli's long eyebrows resembled sharp swords, while the crimson eyes of the shadow behind him seemed to silently mock. The Sixth Sword collided violently with the Spiral Vortex, its Ethereal Light flowing like water, containing a powerful energy that penetrated inch by inch into the center of the vortex, slowly yet unstoppable!
The Fine Iron Longsword trembled as if in mourning, its blade cracking and becoming severely damaged. With each inch it penetrated into the vortex, a large amount of iron shavings scattered.
Reynold's previously calm and confident gaze shifted slightly; he felt an immense resistance at the end of his Reverse Spiral Blade Dance. This resistance was like a flood breaking through a dam—fierce and relentless. Even in his ears, he could hear piercing wails, and various negative emotions surged from deep within him, causing agitation.
"Break!"
Bu suddenly shouted in a low voice, his arm muscles bulging as he exerted all his strength to thrust the Sixth Sword forward. At that moment, the shadow behind him mirrored his action, and an almost imperceptible Red Glow emanated from its palm, instantly attaching itself to the sword.
Clang! It was like a meteor falling or the earth collapsing.
Reynold's Spiral Vortex was crushed as if by a giant stone; a thunderous roar echoed as sparks flew together like a sea. Suddenly, there was a sound as if gears were jamming, and at last, the Sixth Sword broke through the Spiral Vortex.
However, just moments later, an explosive sound reverberated. The Fine Iron Longsword in Bu's hand suddenly shattered and exploded. The violent energy shockwave swept across the entire Competition Platform, sharp iron shards shooting out in all directions, even carving deep marks into the Black Basalt ground.
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