Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 979: Chapter 980: Granting You Defeat! (Part 2)

“Roar!”

On the arena, Tie Wushuang’s black Great Sword crazily slashed down, directly smashing his opponent hard into the ground.

The terrifying and domineering aura was like a landslide and tsunami, giving an unparalleled sense of oppression.

“I surrender!”

His opponent, a tall woman, coughed up a mouthful of blood and helplessly chose to concede.

This bull-like brute had no sense of mercy, regardless of who it was, he would cut them down with a single sword stroke.

“Wow, it seems this Tie Wushuang has grown even stronger!”

The green-clad girl exclaimed with admiration, glancing at Ling Feng and teasingly said, “Hey, Stupid Ling, I don’t think you could even take on Tie Wushuang, let alone Linghu Yudao.”

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose, making no comment.

On the Hundred Battle Arena.

Tie Wushuang coldly glanced at the opponent on the ground, shook his head slightly, retracted his gaze, and arrogantly said, “My only real opponent is Linghu Yudao.”

Suddenly, Tie Wushuang’s eyes burned fiercely, staring dead on at the entrance to the Hundred Battle Arena.

At that moment, a somewhat slender man was slowly walking in.

This man had peach blossom eyes and a jade-like face, with a hint of a steely aura, truly a dragon among men.

“That’s Linghu Yudao, the Heavenly Calamity War God, a legendary figure! Also, he’s really handsome!”

The green-clad girl’s eyes held a hint of admiration; what young girl doesn’t harbor feelings of affection? Linghu Yudao, perpetually at the top of the Hundred Battle Heaven List, easily attracts the hearts of many budding maidens.

Ling Feng pursed his lips, ignoring the infatuated girl, but he focused on Linghu Yudao, eyes filled with battle intent.

At the moment Linghu Yudao appeared, Tie Wushuang erupted with a thunderous roar.

“Linghu Yudao, come up and fight!”

Tie Wushuang was filled with a fierce fighting spirit, his domineering aura reached its peak, his qi-blood surging and transforming into countless Essence Energy dragons, sweeping over the arena.

Linghu Yudao, calm and composed, slowly walked into the arena, smiling faintly at Tie Wushuang, “You’re not my match yet.”

Tie Wushuang’s face turned livid with anger, “Hmph! Enough nonsense, come fight quickly!”

“I’ve only come today to keep an appointment.”

Linghu Yudao spoke with a cold expression, “I’ve heard there’s a young man who defeated the Royal Sword Team wanting to challenge me. I’m quite interested in stepping on him!”

Ling Feng studied Linghu Yudao deeply, feeling a sense of familiarity in his heart.

Near-arrogant confidence, the pride of invincibility!

Here stands a true Heavenly Pride, his arrogance mirrors Ling Feng’s own as if looking in a mirror, he too was a fearless, peerless prodigy.

That abyss-like temperament, raising mountains as if holding up the heavens, surging seas as if caught in a tempest!

In a flash, Ling Feng was filled with fighting spirit, blood boiling.

To spar with such a master, this would indeed be interesting.

On the field, many female soldiers had come specifically for Linghu Yudao, cheering wildly for him, hysterical in their fervor.

Linghu Yudao’s lips curled into a small smile, once again refusing Tie Wushuang’s challenge.

Tie Wushuang clenched his fists, growling coldly, “You really think that greenhorn can even stand before you? Not while I’m here, he won’t last a single punch!”

In accordance with the rules of the Hundred Battle Arena, a challenger must face opponents from the weakest to the strongest; to stand before Linghu Yudao, one must first defeat the ninety-nine experts ranked behind him, one by one.

Linghu Yudao glanced at Tie Wushuang, impatience creased his brow, finally he leapt onto the stage, saying blandly, “As you wish, I shall grant you defeat!”

Swish!

The crowd only saw a blur, and Linghu Yudao was already standing firmly before Tie Wushuang.

His movement was graceful, like a drifting white cloud, elusive as a Jinghong, difficult to track with the eye.

“This movement technique must be King-level.”

Ling Feng’s eyes flickered with brightness, his Carefree Sword Step incorporating many high-level body techniques was barely considered King-level, yet Linghu Yudao possessed King-level movement at just the Divine Origin Realm.

This man was truly terrifying!

“Indeed it’s a King-level technique, Phantom Moonlight.”

The green-clad girl’s beautiful eyes sparkled, saying lightly, “This was personally taught by the Grand Commander, relying on this technique, one can face a High-level King opponent and retreat safely!”

Facing a High-level King and retreat with whole skin?

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose, this Linghu Yudao was undoubtedly the most powerful peer talent he had encountered so far.

“Draw your blade!”

Tie Wushuang stared fiercely at Linghu Yudao, gnashing his teeth as he spoke.

“No hurry.”

Linghu Yudao stood proudly, gesturing a single finger casually, “Make your move first, otherwise, you won’t get a chance to strike.”

In his words, there was a tranquility and composure, yet it gave the impression of a mountainous pressure.

All present in the arena showed expressions of reverence.

Even Tie Wushuang, the top elite below Linghu Yudao, lacked the qualification to make Linghu Yudao draw his sword.

“Arrogant!” Tie Wushuang raised his Heavy Sword, roaring, “Approve anew after parting for three days, I, Tie Wushuang, am no longer the same!”

“Sunset Slash!”

Tie Wushuang let out a low growl, his whole body erupted with increased qi-blood, the furious power rules pushed to the extreme, like a raging bull, charging fiercely.

Right from the first move, he gave his all.

A beam of blood-red light rose, transforming into a massive giant sword over twenty feet long, with an imposing aura, capable of suppressing the heavens, as if able to cleave through the sunset!

The unmatched terrifying force was infinitely close to the Sword King’s power.

Linghu Yudao’s expression remained unchanged, his face showing no ripples until the massive blood-red sword neared him, whereupon he gently lifted his palm, flicked a finger.

Clang!

A flick of the finger, the world changed colors!

All present felt their eardrums nearly bursting, that giant sword shattered inch by inch under Linghu Yudao’s seemingly indifferent finger.

“Pfft!”

Tie Wushuang’s body flew backwards, his face turning pale, the hand holding the Long Sword trembled faintly.

“You lost.”

Linghu Yudao calmly withdrew his finger, lightly leaping to the spectator seats, landing in a sparsely populated area, sitting alone with a slight smile, like a Divine being surveying the world.

“Linghu Yudao!”

Tie Wushuang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and shouted angrily at Linghu Yudao, “How much strength are you hiding! To this day, no one has forced you to use a second move!”

His eyes bore intense reluctance, he thought that after years of hard training he could force Linghu Yudao to make a second move, but the more he fought him, the more he realized, this person was like a bottomless pit; no matter how much your strength advanced, he could always hold you down.

Even making one feel as if he had already broken through to the King-level long ago!

“The legend of the one move truly surpasses all.”

Ling Feng praised silently, questioning whether he himself could handle Tie Wushuang so simply and efficiently.

Linghu Yudao gazed across below, a flash of loneliness in his eyes, shook his head and sighed lightly, “High above, the chill of loneliness; life is truly lonely as snow. To be invincible is so lonely…”

A profound sense of solitude enveloped his entire being.