Peng Dian’s level of true intent had reached 80%. From the quality of his vigorous air, the internal strength he was cultivating was of a top-tier variety. However, it was a pity that he hadn’t reached his full potential, his stage of "Heavenly Martial" had just reached its initial phase.
This level of strength was enough to rival top lords of Xuanwu State, but was insufficient against Shi Xiaole, who far surpassed him in many aspects other than true intent. He seed to be clamping down on his lapels helplessly.
Most importantly, he was comparing skills, essentially attacking his opponent’s strength with his own weakness, and losing was not surprising.
In two moves, two top lords were killed and injured, one of whom was a notable talent from the Devil Path of Tian State, whose reputation was not only considerable in the Talent-rich city of Tian State.
For a while, everyone was dumbfounded, uncontrollably imrsed in the shock created by Shi Xiaole.
In their line of sight, Shi Xiaole, standing in the middle of the plaza, seed like a peerless sharp sword that had just been unsheathed. Although he appeared gentle and restrained on the outside, his sharpness was evident, and the strong aura he exuded made people unconsciously wanting to surrender and kowtow in reverence.
"Damn, how could I lose? How could I lose?"
Bloody saliva continually spilled from Peng Dian’s mouth and nose. Fortunately, he was wearing an inferior spiritual armor, otherwise, he would have undoubtedly died from that strike just now.
Even so, he was severely injured, with nearly half of his body’s ridians crushed. In the future, without precious spiritual dicines, he would almost certainly beco a cripple.
"Do you know who I am? You dare to ruin ; Wuling Villa is dood!"
Peng Dian roared venomously.
"No matter who you are, no matter where you co from, those who bully Wuling Villa will pay the price," Shi Xiaole replied in a flat tone.
"Enough!"
In a flash of green, a violent aura instantly shattered the Sword Qi. The young man in green remained still, seemingly undisturbed, but he had already lifted the severely injured Peng Dian and handed him to Bai Xueying standing nearby.
Bai Xueying glanced at Shi Xiaole, biting her lip tightly, and did not take Peng Dian for fear.
"Stupid woman, do you want to die?"
Peng Dian’s face was distorted with rage; he felt like garbage that nobody wanted to touch.
Zi Xiangbo coldly said: "The two of you, don’t forget, the Saintess ordered that you not force my sister and I to do anything until your task is complete."
The young man in green threw Peng Dian to the ground, ignoring his livid expression, and said, "You have lost face for ."
Peng Dian gritted his teeth and said: "Give another chance, I will crush that brat under my feet."
"There are no ifs in life."
The young man in green paid no more attention to Peng Dian. Instead, he glared at Shi Xiaole, his eyes chilled to the bone, making the people behind Shi Xiaole feel as if their scalps were tingling, as if they were being targeted by a beast.
"Rember my na, ’Green Demon’ Ou Wukai. I will be your last adversary in life."
With these words, the atmosphere at the scene froze.
So people had already guessed the identity of the young man in green. Now when they heard his confession, they felt their hearts tremble violently. So of the younger girls even could not hide their terrified expressions.
If Peng Dian was a martial arts talent converted halfway, then Ou Wukai was undoubtedly a thoroughbred man of Devil Path. Not only was his martial arts strength stronger, he was also more ruthless in nature.
It was said that at six years old, he killed a burly man who tried to violate his sister with a kitchen knife from his ho, and he later killed his sister because he believed she had lost her chastity.
Few people in this world could be so heartless and unfeeling. However, Ou Wukai was definitely a rare cold-blooded animal. In his eyes, family affection, friendship, and even love were just laughable lies. Only martial arts could give him pleasure.
All these years, Ou Wukai had killed many talented people and masters in Tian State. Every ti, he would cut out the opponent’s heart and keep it in a specially made wooden box. He said he was keeping a record of his battle achievents, thus earning him the fearso nickna of ’Green Demon’.
With a beckoning gesture, soone imdiately handed him an opened empty wooden box. Ou Wukai looked at Shi Xiaole and laughed, "This is prepared for you."
"Lele, don’t fight with him!"
Su Yanru scread, her entire body seeming to be imrsed in icy water, lacking warmth.
"Grandfather, we must help Brother Shi!"
Ai Wenhong whispered to Ai Renxiong.
Without a word from Ai Renxiong, Ai Yinglong, affably looking at his son, said: "Hong’er, one has obligations in the martial world. So things are even more important than life. This is where you fall short compared to your Brother Shi."
Gaze fixed on the young man in green over there. People around sucked in cold air, so showed fear, others were whispering in low voices. But he alone stood firm as a pine tree, even without seeing his face, people could feel the calmness and courage emanating from his very bones.
"If he can overco this hurdle, the na of Wuling Villa will truly resonate throughout Xuanwu State."
Ai Yinglong sighed, his hand clenched in his sleeve.
Rumble!
Ou Wukai’s attack was abrupt, like a lone wolf that had locked onto its target for a long ti, waiting only for a deadly strike.
In front of him, the green flas hissed as they burned, forming a narrow devil mask in front of him. The devil mask opened its mouth wide, and countless green spots of light shot out.
The green spots of light seed very fragile, but when they flew past the headless bodies of dozens of lords, all the bodies were consud in flas. The neatly paved Han-white-jade ground also bore a deep groove, three feet deep and ten feet wide.
Shi Xiaole counterattacked instead of retreating, unleashing his Hidden Edge Sword, and executed the technique called Wind Rolling and Thunderclap.
Boom!
Void upon void fluctuated, where the green light clashed with Sword Qi seed to stretch and shorten. Monts later, the green light spontaneously dispersed, and 60% of the Sword Qi swiftly charged towards Ou Wukai.
Even before Ou Wukai made his move, Shi Xiaole’s spiritual power had already locked onto him, thus hitting the opponent’s weak spot first.
The opponent was full of malice, trying to take his life in front of everyone and destroy Wuling Villa. Shi Xiaole had no reason to be polite. He was to defeat the opponent harshly and swiftly, to inspire courage in others!
The insight of the Yi Sword Skill radiated out, making the void more than just a void for Shi Xiaole, it beca his touch.
He took a step, utilized the Phantom Demon Body thod, and in an instant, reached right in front of Ou Wukai. His speed was so fast that almost no one in the field could clearly see it.
"How could he be so fast?!"
People cried out in their hearts.
While the speed of one’s movent technique certainly has to do with its grade, what’s more important is one’s cultivation level. When one’s cultivation is strong, even a third-rate Flying Skill can yield impressive results. Conversely, even a divine level Flying Skill may not be of much use without a higher cultivation level.
Shi Xiaole’s speed had surpassed reason.
Only three exceptional personalities seed to understand.
The later stage one practiced the Vajra Unbreakable Body, the greater the enhancent of one’s physical qualities. They didn’t know just how far Shi Xiaole had trained it, but it was likely that he had fully mastered it.
This was a genius with an extraordinary aptitude. Everyone had underestimated him.
With a forceful swing of his arm, Shi Xiaole instantly unleashed thirty-nine sword strikes. So people saw it as a single stroke; others saw it as two, three...
This was due to his peculiar rhythm which caused different visual effects when viewed from different angles. Only Shi Xiaole, who had understood the Heavenly Sword to mid-stage and possessed extraordinary control, could achieve this.
Ding! Ding! Ding!...
Thirty-nine sword strokes resulted in seven tal clashing sounds. A green hue enveloped Ou Wukai, appearing like an armor. The Sword Qi attached to it, creating scythe-like sparks.
This was the unbreakable Green Armor Skill, Ou Wukai’s signature technique. Even equally skilled martial artists found it difficult to penetrate its defense.
Ou Wukai’s face looked displeased. Of the thirty-nine strokes, he had only blocked thirty-two. Although the remaining seven couldn’t harm him, it still nettled him as it signified that he was at a disadvantage.
Boom!
Boom!
Just as he was about to counter-attack, invisible blades shot out from Shi Xiaole’s eyes, piercing Ou Wukai’s mind, causing his spiritual sea to tremble.
"Unparalleled Halberd Demonic Sealing Fist!"
As a reputable figure in Tian State, Ou Wukai had practiced a top-tier ntal technique. So, he was only delayed for less than an instant, and imdiately unleashed a powerful punch.
The power of the punch was like a winding-up demonic dragon heading out to the sea. The re sound wave caused most people in the square to lose their sight. One can only imagine the magnitude of the attack that Shi Xiaole, who was the main target, had to endure.
Just as the punch approached peak power, it suddenly dissipated, because a sword tip had already pierced it.
Shi Xiaole moved with the sword, his eyes indifferent, his sword technique resembling a chess ga, leaving ghostly trails behind Ou Wukai. These weren’t streams of energy, but retreat routes preset by Shi Xiaole. Under his attack, the opponent was like a chess piece, each move traceable.
Keng! Keng! Keng!
"You deserve to die!"
Ou Wukai quickly noticed that there was sothing wrong. His killing move was not working, and his retreat path beca narrower. He turned around abruptly and darted out from the dead angle of the swordsmanship.
"Overcoming the enemy by remaining inactive."
While keeping his right hand in a thrusting position, Shi Xiaole flipped his left hand, and a silver-gray ring appeared, one ring after another. Ou Wukai’s punching power dispersed heavily under the ring’s transmission, a tenth of its full power remained, making it easy to obliterate. He had no choice but to retreat.
The sword light flashed.
Ou Wukai’s Green Armor vibrated several tis, but eventually did not suffer severe damage. He shouted fiercely, "You can’t harm , you’ll never win."
"Not necessarily."
Shi Xiaole didn’t believe that the opponent could exert this martial skill without consuming Vigorous Air. He acted faster, applying the Wind Extre Sword Technique to the Yi Sword Skill pattern, making every move a killing move.
Ping! Ping! Ping!...
After five strokes, he noticed the opponent’s Vigorous Air stagnating for a mont. Utilizing the Heavenly Sword realm, a swarm of Sword Qi storm erupted, scrambling to drill into the Green Armor.
Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!
Blood sprayed out like fireworks, a figure stumbled on the ground, who else could it be if not Ou Wukai?
"Did the Green Demon lose?"
Peng Dian, who was prepared to enjoy the scene, swayed, as if struck by lightning.
This was the Green Demon, a moderately famous figure in Tian State, who had suffered a defeat. What was more unacceptable to Peng Dian was that the defeat was not narrowly hard-fought but a clear-cut crushing one.
From the beginning of the fight till now, it’s been rely ten breaths’ ti. This was an outright suppression!
How is it possible? How could a re genius from Xuanwu State possess such terrifying power?
Peng Dian turned pale. If it weren’t for the intense pain all over his body, he would have doubted if this was all a dream, an absurd one.
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