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Xu Zimo always admired those who created their own martial techniques or cultivation thods. The world needed fresh blood, people who could carve their own paths, not rely inherit what the previous generations had left behind. If everyone only followed the old ways, how could cultivation ever flourish and blossom in countless forms?
So when he heard the na Heaven-Piercing God-Soldiers, Xu Zimo naturally wanted to see it for himself.
Army Breaker slowly closed his eyes. Imnse power surged throughout his body, pouring into every inch of his flesh. His body, which had been tempered into countless weapons over the years, began to glow with a faint, dim light.
“This guy’s crazy, he’s drawing out the souls of his weapons!”
“He’ll die doing that! Are all these prodigies insane?”
The spectators didn’t understand but whispered anxiously among themselves. The weapon soul was the very essence of a weapon. Without it, a weapon beca nothing more than scrap tal, decayed and useless.
But Army Breaker was a weapon himself. By extracting his weapon souls, he was practically taking his own life.
“No wonder you said the technique wasn’t complete,” Xu Zimo muttered. “You probably never found a substitute for those weapon souls, did you?”
This was a move that cost one’s life. No wonder Army Breaker had never shown it before.
As all the weapon souls gathered together, Army Breaker’s body suddenly aged in an instant, as if a hundred years had passed in a breath. His body grew frail; even standing beca difficult. His black hair turned snow-white, yet there was no panic on his face, only a calm smile, a look of release.
Above his head, countless weapon souls condensed into the shape of a single spear.
“I’ve always liked the spear, the king of all weapons,” Army Breaker said with effort, forcing himself to stand. “Today, I’ll live and die with the spear.”
Holding the spear in his trembling hand, his figure began to blur, rging with the weapon itself. The spear shot forward toward Xu Zimo, its tip radiating endless brilliance. The void shattered, thunderous explosions echoing through the air.
As the spear thrust forward, Army Breaker’s body completely faded away, until nothing remained of him.
Between heaven and earth, only the spear existed.
At that mont, Xu Zimo sheathed his Shadow Tyrant blade. He didn’t raise a defense. Instead, he chose to et the spear head-on, to experience its full power. This was Army Breaker’s final strike, the culmination of his entire life’s strength, a blow as dazzling as it was tragic.
There was a deafening boom.
In the eyes of the crowd, the spear pierced straight through Xu Zimo’s heart. The weapon soul dissipated slowly into the air, while Xu Zimo’s body froze where he stood.
“He’s asking for death.”
“Arrogant fool, he thought he was too strong to need defense. Now look what happened. He got what he deserved.”
Almost no one believed Xu Zimo could survive.
Even Xiao Anshan frowned. He didn’t understand why Xu Zimo would let himself take the hit. He secretly wondered, if he had been in Xu Zimo’s place, and didn’t defend, could he have endured that strike?
The answer made Xiao Anshan shake his head.
He couldn’t.
So he kept his gaze fixed on Xu Zimo, wanting to see whether this man was truly as capable as he seed, or just a fool drunk on his own pride.
“He’ll be fine,” Shangguan Xian said, gripping Liu Huohuo’s trembling hand in reassurance.
Zhang Hengzhi’s eyes were wide open, watching in disbelief.
When the last trace of the spear’s light faded, blood blossod like a rose on Xu Zimo’s chest. He closed his eyes and fell backward onto the arena floor with a heavy thud.
The audience fell utterly silent.
“Did they both die?”
“Then how’s the winner decided? A draw?”
“If it’s a draw, then the final battle will be between Shangguan Xian and Xiao Anshan. That’ll make the tournant predictable.”
The crowd murmured in confusion. Just as the referee was about to announce the result, a faint cough echoed from the stage.
Xu Zimo yawned and slowly stood up.
“My god, he’s still alive! The spear pierced his heart and shattered his soul, how could he not die?”
Xu Zimo smiled. “Sorry to disappoint you all.”
Good thing I activated the Gate of Eternity.
That strike had indeed been powerful. Army Breaker’s Hundred Weapons Battle Body, forged over hundreds of years, was truly remarkable.
Unfortunately, the gap between them was simply too vast. Xu Zimo had already stepped into the Saint Sovereign Realm, while Army Breaker was only at the Grand Emperor Realm. If they had been at equal realms, it would’ve been a much more interesting fight.
“Referee,” Xu Zimo called out, “why aren’t you saying anything?”
The referee snapped out of his daze and, sounding almost resentful, declared, “Xu Zimo wins.”
As Xu Zimo stepped off the arena, every gaze in the crowd changed.
“Xiao Anshan’s in trouble now,” soone muttered, a thought shared by almost everyone.
Even though Xiao Anshan had long been considered invincible among the younger generation of the Chaos Fire God Realm, Xu Zimo’s appearance had shaken that belief.
“An impressive match,” ca a deep voice from the audience, followed by applause. The sound was distinct, deliberate.
The crowd turned to see a tall, broad-shouldered old man clapping.
“It’s the Many Weapons God-Sect’s master, Ning Changhong!” soone exclaid.
“Why’s he applauding? His sect’s Holy Son was just killed!”
“That’s what it ans to be a true strongman,” another whispered.
Ning Changhong stepped forward, approaching Xu Zimo. He smiled faintly. “Army Breaker’s defeat wasn’t undeserved.”
“Your sect’s disciples are exceptional,” Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
“One general’s success is built on countless bones,” Ning Changhong sighed. “But in the end, only one can be the general, the rest are bones.”
His tone carried sorrow. Army Breaker, the Many Weapons God-Sect’s Holy Son, was now nothing more than bones and dust. It pained him deeply, but he wasn’t a man who couldn’t accept loss.
After offering Xu Zimo his congratulations, Ning Changhong turned to leave. His steps were heavy, weary.
The matches of six narrowing to three were now complete. The next stage, the final three competing for first, was about to begin.
Xu Zimo, Shangguan Xian, and Xiao Anshan.
The crowd had been eager to witness the clash among the three.
But to everyone’s surprise, Shangguan Xian imdiately conceded upon stepping onto the stage.
She knew she wasn’t a match for either Xu Zimo or Xiao Anshan. By conceding early, she could preserve her strength and still secure third place, which granted her the right to enter the Fire Ancestor’s place of origin.
Why not take it?
With Shangguan Xian stepping down, only Xu Zimo and Xiao Anshan remained on the arena.
“I’ve been waiting for this battle for a long ti,” Xiao Anshan said seriously. His sword was in hand, his aura rising like a tide.
“Oh?” Xu Zimo nodded calmly. “To , though, you’re not much of a challenge.”
“Are you always this arrogant?” Xiao Anshan asked.
“Call it arrogance if you like,” Xu Zimo said with a light smile. “I prefer to call it accurate confidence, because I am invincible.”
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