This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 550: Chapter 45: Deciding the Winner

Emerald Peach Blossom slashed down, compressing all the air around it and creating a spreading wave of turbulence.

The long sword pierced the space, viciously stabbing toward Luo Yi.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Luo Yi thrust out his left palm, a surging strength converging in his hand, from which a wild aura emanated.

Clang!

Luo Yi’s fleshy palm made contact with Lu Qingshan’s top-grade heavenly artifact-quality Peach Blossom, producing a sharp, piercing clang of metal that burst into the air.

The flesh and blood body was indistinguishable from metal and iron.

“The strongest magic artifact of a Body Cultivator will always be their physical body,” this saying was by no means an empty talk.

Boom!

A terrifying strength erupted at the moment of the palm-sword contact.

Then, Luo Yi’s expression underwent a dramatic transformation akin to a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

From originally wearing a small smile to suddenly changing to disbelief, and finally, fear emerged.

—The strength contained in this strike of Lu Qingshan’s surpassed the information given by his father, exceeded his imagination, and by a very, very large margin at that.

Squeak, squeak!

Sparks flashed over his left palm which was covered in scales.

The formidable force from the sword shook him, forcing his body to retreat backward.

The moment Lu Qingshan got the upper hand, he didn’t relent, charging forward, closely pursuing Luo Yi who was sliding backward.

Anyone observing at this point could tell, that in this clash between the Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword and the Dharma Aspect Metamorphosis, Lu Qingshan had the absolute upper hand.

“How is this possible?” Marquis Luotang’s heart hammered wildly on the spectator stand, where he had been barely maintaining a calm facade and now could no longer contain himself. He stood up excitedly, staring intently at the interlocking figures of Lu Qingshan and Luo Yi on the stage.

The scene before him was simply inconceivable.

The strength displayed in this strike by Lu Qingshan was excessively powerful.

Ominously powerful.

It far exceeded the information he had investigated.

According to the information, Lu Qingshan’s Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword should have been at the level of five times the force.

Given the strength of Luo Yi’s left palm after Dharma Aspect Metamorphosis, it should have definitely been capable of easily resisting it.

That’s why when he saw Luo Yi and Lu Qingshan’s palm-sword contact, he thought the winner had already been determined.

“Lu Qingshan’s execution of the Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword has reached a very high realm,” next to him, a Great Xia cultivator asserted, “The power is above tenfold. His attack power was already comparable to that of a Void Refining Cultivator, and with this amplification, even Luo Yi should not have chosen to face it head-on. Luo Yi was impulsive.”

Everyone can play at being a Monday morning quarterback, right?

Hearing this, Marquis Luotang couldn’t help but feel a mix of scorn and frustration.

The problem was, who could tell him how Lu Qingshan had managed to increase the power of the Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword to such a level in just three months?

Could it be that he had hidden it beforehand?

Marquis Luotang thought of Lu Qingshan suddenly advancing to the Slaughter Sword Intent of Perfection Realm and shivered inside.

This person was indeed too good at biding his time, to have concealed this much!

How could a disciple of the Sword Sect be so patient? You are a Sword Cultivator!

The cultivators who had previously thought that Lu Qingshan’s techniques had always been just those three types exchanged looks.

The moves were the same, but the power had multiplied several times.

The same three types?

Elementary math and advanced calculus are both mathematics, but can you claim they are the same thing?

On the field.

Lu Qingshan, with eyes brimming with chill, aggressively forced Luo Yi backward, the fluctuations from his sword oppressively heavy on the heart.

The rampant Sword Qi slashed around like knives.

Burst, burst, burst!

The sound of clothing tearing followed.

Luo Yi’s physical body could barely withstand the Sword Qi, but his clothing was not so miraculous.

His outer garment shattered, with fragments flying about, and soon his upper body was bare, revealing leopard print patterns on his skin.

That’s harsh on the eyes!

“Not good!” someone exclaimed.

The moment Luo Yi’s clothes burst, his eyes turned bloodshot and teeth gritted as he thrust out his right palm toward Lu Qingshan.

His right palm was glowing, though scales had not emerged yet, the might was still overwhelming.

He grabbed with his right hand toward Lu Qingshan’s arm, preparing for close combat.

Could he be aiming for a comeback against the wind?

Someone thought.

Thunk!

Two lightning arcs struck Luo Yi’s right hand at that moment, gushing blood immediately. Luo Yi cried out in pain, and under the attack of Oblivion and Dragon Sparrow, his arm broke and swung away.

This injury reached the bone.

“You have two arms, but don’t forget, I have three swords,” said Lu Qingshan softly.

At this moment, the glow on Luo Yi’s leopardized left palm had dimmed.

Crack.

A sound of fracture echoed.

Shattered, naturally, were not the Peach Blossoms but the silver scales on Luo Yi’s left palm.

After this crisp sound, those silver scales quickly cracked.

“With the scales shattered, Luo Yi’s technique is broken,” Spirit Moon excitedly said. “The winner will be decided soon.”

Though she had already seen through the momentum of both individuals on the field and was sure Lu Qingshan would win this battle, the intense and perilous fight between Lu Qingshan and Luo Yi still made her somewhat anxious. It was only now, as victory was nearly assured, that she could let go of her tensed-up heart.

Lin Yao, standing beside her, though silent, also unknowingly relaxed her tightly clenched fists at this moment.

Boom!

Lu Qingshan’s Heaven Suppressing Secret Sword finally shattered the might on Luo Yi’s left palm.

The scales broke apart, turning into dozens, even hundreds of fragments, scattering in all directions like willow-leaf flying knives, gleaming with a cold light.

However, the center from which the scales shot out saw a figure flying backward, colliding against the golden barrier of the small arena domain and then helplessly falling down.

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