Chapter 862: Chapter 856: Instant Kill
Upon hearing Princess Yu Yue’s words, the entire Heavenly Phoenix Garden erupted instantly.
It’s known that no young martial artist who can enter the Heavenly Phoenix Garden is weak; they’re all top talents.
Where does this masked man come from, daring to claim that his swordsmanship is the best in the world?
All eyes turned simultaneously towards Ye Xuan; he was the only one wearing a mask here, who else could it be?
All the young geniuses present were enraged, eager to defeat this masked man and humiliate him fiercely.
Even Sima Chen, who had initially approached Ye Xuan, was momentarily stunned and shifted slightly amidst the many unfriendly gazes.
“An unknown person dares to be so arrogant!”
“Even the Blood Sword Saint Cang Wugui doesn’t dare to claim his swordsmanship is unbeatable; there are many stronger than him. How dare this kid say such bold words, are all the masters in the world dead, allowing such trash-talking?”
“Probably a frog at the bottom of a well from some isolated place, who won first place there, but here in Fengtian City, it’s tough to even rank in the top hundred of our younger generation.”
The talents of the Heavenly Phoenix Garden all wore cold smiles as they stared at Ye Xuan. The dignitaries sitting in the pavilions of Fengtian City also laughed mockingly.
Only Nangong Yao noticed something was amiss, suspecting that Ye Xuan had offended Princess Yu Yue, so the latter set up a trap to humiliate him through these geniuses present.
“That woman, so petty…”
Ye Xuan chuckled bitterly; he just took an invitation from her, did she really need to go this far?
Duan Long stood on the Battle Martial Platform, mocking him, “World’s greatest swordsman, I wonder if you would care to show me a few moves?”
The crowd once again erupted into laughter.
Yu Yue smugly stared at Ye Xuan, her expression seemed to say, “This is what happens when you offend me and try to coerce the princess. Now you’ll face the consequences.”
At this moment, Duan Long also spoke again, “Could it be that you look down on me, can’t even grant me a few moves? Since you’re here for the tournament, let’s spar a bit, so I can witness the style of the greatest swordsman.”
“Very well! Since Mr. Duan wants to experience my swordsmanship, then I’ll exchange a few moves with you!” Ye Xuan smiled faintly, and moved towards the Battle Martial Platform.
Leaving only a streak in the air, Ye Xuan landed on the platform.
“Are you ready, swordsman expert?”
Duan Long looked at Ye Xuan with a teasing expression.
“If you want to start, then get on with it.”
Ye Xuan was a bit impatient; this guy was too talkative.
Duan Long’s eyes turned cold, and without further ado, he unsheathed a five-foot long battle sword with a swoosh.
This damned minor character really thinks he’s the greatest swordsman.
He rushed forward quickly, taking six consecutive steps, each step following a mysterious pattern, making it extremely difficult to predict where his sword would strike.
This footwork is a holy-grade technique, quite sophisticated.
On this battle platform, with the no-fly zone effect, the value of such footwork became even more evident.
Ye Xuan stood still, motionless.
Duan Long shifted his steps to the left, thrusting his sword, condensing True Yuan, three sword flowers appearing at the tip, demonstrating highly skilled swordsmanship.
In an instant, the cyan sword tip closed to within a foot of Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan also drew his sword, acting later yet arriving first.
Just when Duan Long’s sword was about to pierce Ye Xuan’s heart, Ye Xuan’s sword had already reached Duan Long’s neck.
Duan Long felt a chill at his throat, as if frozen by ice, petrified, not daring to move.
His sword was three inches away from Ye Xuan, while Ye Xuan’s sword had pierced the skin outside Duan Long’s throat, leaving a red dot of blood.
Just a slight move from him, and Ye Xuan’s sword would pierce his throat.
“How is that possible?”
Duan Long’s legs trembled slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief, how could this guy be so much stronger?
Ye Xuan gave Duan Long a glance, withdrew his sword, and said, “You have lost!”
Seeing Ye Xuan retract his sword, Duan Long let out a long sigh, feeling as if a weight had been lifted.
Everyone present was amazed beyond words.
Earlier, Duanmu Kong, who lost to Duan Long, exclaimed in shock, “Defeating Duan Long with just one sword, his swordsmanship is truly impressive!”
Only those who actually fought Duan Long understood his strength. Yet, even though Duan Long was quite powerful, he was still easily defeated by Ye Xuan.
Princess Yu Yue also showed some surprise, but she wasn’t upset, because more challenges awaited Ye Xuan.
Blood Sword Saint Cang Wugui, staring at Ye Xuan on the Battle Martial Platform, said, “Good swordsmanship! Simple yet profound, naturally blending grand skill with imperfection. Worthy of a spar!”
Cang Wugui appeared to be only in his early thirties, but he was actually over sixty. However, for Martial Saint strong people who could live for millennia, sixty was still prime, his bronze skin, tall and mighty physique, chiseled face, all wrapped in a robe made from ancient beast hides, exuded a dominant masculinity.
As Cang Wugui just stood up, a man in a gold and purple robe stepped out from the crowd, transforming into a purple silhouette, landing first on the Battle Martial Platform.
The man in the gold and purple robe glanced in Cang Wugui’s direction, slightly bowing with a smile, “Brother Cang, using a bull’s knife to kill a chicken, let me take him on first?”
This person was also a talented swordsman from the Eastern Realm, called Fire Cloud Sword Saint Huo Changjun, a renowned figure.
Cang Wugui said, “If that’s the case, then you may compete with him first. If you can defeat him, then he’s not worthy for me to make a move.”
Though Cang Wugui spoke calmly, many could hear the pride in his words.
At the level of a unique Sword Saint like Cang Wugui, even arrogance was a unique charm, for he had the right to be arrogant.
The man in the gold and purple robe looked at Ye Xuan, his eyes flashing with cold light, saying, “Don’t think just because you defeated a loser, you’re truly the greatest Sword Saint.”
“I never said, from start to finish, that I was the first Sword Saint.”
Ye Xuan frowned; claiming to be the foremost Sword Saint is no trivial matter, it would provoke everyone’s ire, and it was just Princess Yu Yue’s scheme against him. He wasn’t that idle.
“It’s too late to deny it now! Everyone must pay for their ignorance!”
Huo Changjun grinned, stamped on the ground, his body flying up, right hand gripping the sword hilt, heading straight for Ye Xuan.