Xu Hao's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was slightly shocked.
The Demon Blade Technique, truly as formidable as its reputation.
One blade faster than the last, each blade stacking upon the next, creating an invincible blade force, a strike that kills!
Wang Zihao had not yet mastered it, unable to swing fifteen blades in an instant, otherwise he could have locked Xu Hao in place with the blade force, leaving him no way to retreat.
Anna was extremely nervous, her right hand tightly clutching Chen Suyi's hand, her teeth biting her lower lip, trying hard not to make a sound.
But the worry in her eyes could not be concealed.
Seeing Xu Hao injured, Wang Zihao was overjoyed and laughed loudly, "Haha! Last time I was careless and you caught me off guard, but this time, you're undoubtedly going to die!"
Xu Hao's expression changed slightly, but he didn't speak.
Seeing Xu Hao still engaging Wu Kui, Wang Zihao was thrilled and calmly executed the subsequent blade techniques.
Xu Hao seized an opportunity and fiercely slapped Wu Kui's chest, sending him flying seven or eight meters away.
But as a result, he solidly received a punch from Wu Kui.
Xu Hao grunted, a visible dent appearing on the right side of his chest.
Wu Kui violently spat out several mouthfuls of blood, weakly collapsing to the ground, but the joy in his eyes was boundless!
Chen Suyi and the others were baffled, not understanding why he was so delighted.
Wang Zihao, however, laughed loudly: "Haha! Xu Hao, your arrogance will be your downfall. My Demon Blade has already swung fifteen times, the blade force is formed, you're undoubtedly going to die!"
Having said that, Wang Zihao swung another blade.
This blade directly struck Xu Hao's right arm, instantly causing blood to flow profusely.
However, Xu Hao also stabbed Wang Zihao's left arm at the same time, causing him to bleed as well.
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Wang Zihao was ecstatic, licked his lips, and ignored the wound on his left arm, even more excited because of the injury.
He swung another blade while shouting, "The seventeenth blade!"
Xu Hao quickly raised his left hand, then sealed the acupuncture point on his right arm, stopping the bleeding, and his left hand emitted a dark luster, blocking the incoming Magic Knife while swinging another sword.
Xu Hao's left hand and the Magic Knife collided fiercely, causing his palm to split open.
Wang Zihao himself was not feeling well; he knew Xu Hao's left hand was strong and solid, but he could not have imagined it would be so robust, as if cast from bronze and iron.
Moreover, Xu Hao's sword had completely pierced through his left arm, exposing the ghastly white of his bones, which looked exceptionally terrifying.
Xu Hao coldly said, "Not bad at all, worthy of the Demon Blade Technique."
Wang Zihao, unable to stop the bleeding himself, quickly took out wound medicine from his pocket and applied it to the wound, then looked at Xu Hao and snorted coldly, "I didn't expect your left hand to be so strong, capable of withstanding even that blade, but that's as far as it goes. Watch my eighteenth blade!"
When he swung this blade, the sky seemed to change color.
An immensely powerful blade force descended from the heavens, like a ferocious beast from ancient times, intending to swallow Xu Hao whole.
The crowd around them changed color, swiftly retreating; Anna didn't want to withdraw but was forcefully pulled away by Ruyue.
Xu Hao looked at the eighteenth blade, an unprecedented solemn expression appearing on his face; he slowly raised his left hand.
Then, he swung a punch head-on!
The Replica Demon Blade, carrying the blade force descending from the sky, directly struck Xu Hao's fist, causing a sandstorm to erupt on the mountaintop, making it impossible for the bystanders to see clearly what was happening inside.
When the dust settled, everyone stood agape at the scene before them.
Xu Hao stood quietly on the ground, apparently with no change.
But his left hand, revealing stark white bones, indicated the tremendous injury he had sustained, with a deep blade mark left by the Replica Demon Blade.
As for flesh and blood, it was indistinguishable.
Wang Zihao was half-kneeling on the ground, his curved blade planted in the earth, supporting his body so it would not fall.
Between the two men, there was an indentation caused by powerful Qi Force, over a meter deep and five or six meters wide.
Seeing Xu Hao's injured left hand, Anna almost cried out, tears running down her cheeks, continuously wiping them away. She wanted to go see Xu Hao's injuries, but she knew better than to approach him now and complicate matters.
Chen Suyi felt as if her eyes were being irritated by the wind; she shook her head, flinging away the tears that had inexplicably appeared.
Wang Zihao looked at Xu Hao coldly and hummed: "A very strong left hand, even my third-order top grade Replica Demon Blade couldn't sever your bones, only leaving some blade marks. Your left hand must have merged with some treasure, otherwise it wouldn't be so hard. But soon, the treasure will be mine."