Martial God Asura

Chapter 6336: The Victor Has Been Decided

Little Fishy vanished and reappeared before Zhao Cangjing. Her cultivation had risen to rank seven True God level as well.

She whipped out her sword and thrust it straight toward Zhao Cangjing’s chest. This blade wasn’t intended to take his life, but it would still inflict severe injuries on him.

Zhao Cangjing sensed the sharpness and decisiveness of Little Fishy’s attack. He could tell from this stab that she was more formidable than Xianhai Shaoyu. Not daring to get careless, he retreated while raising his God Armament spear to deflect the attack.

But Little Fishy’s sword changed its trajectory in response to Zhao Cangjing’s movement. The thrust transformed into a sweep aimed at his arm.

Zhao Cangjing did his best to avoid her, but blood still splattered. Looking at his bloodied arm, which had a cut so deep that it exposed his bone, killing intent flared in his eyes.

Shoosh!

A loud whooshing sound echoed before he could make a move. Little Fishy’s sword was once again rushing toward his chest.

Zhao Cangjing attempted to avoid the blade this time, but Little Fishy was faster than him.

“Damn it!” Zhao Cangjing cursed.

A golden light emerged from his body and formed a protective barrier around him, reminiscent of armor. He had decided to use his martial skill first.

The Zhao Immortal Clansmen knew that martial skill—it was a rank three God Taboo Martial Skill that specialized in defense. It boasted even greater defensive prowess than the Immortal Dragon Spearmanship he had used when fighting against Xianhai Shaoyu.

His choice of martial skill showed that he was taking this duel seriously, but it also showed that he was frightened.

What happened next shocked everyone except for Little Fishy’s family members.

Zhao Cangjing stopped evading after activating his defensive martial skill. He was confident of blocking Little Fishy’s attack. But blood began flowing from his chest.

Little Fishy’s sword had pierced through his prided martial skill and stabbed into his chest.

“You...” Zhao Cangjing looked at Little Fishy’s God Armament sword and swiftly figured out the reason behind this anomaly.

She had concentrated a powerful offensive martial skill on her sword, and it was impeccably executed to conceal all traces, retaining only its might. He wouldn’t have known without taking a closer look.

“You have lost!” Little Fishy said as she pulled her sword out from Zhao Cangjing’s chest.

Zhao Daobin closed his eyes and sighed, knowing his grandson had been defeated.

Anyone with common sense could tell that Little Fishy could have claimed Zhao Cangjing’s life there and then. All she needed to do was to unleash the power of the martial skill imbued in her sword, and Zhao Cangjing’s soul would be shattered.

From the moment the sword pierced his body, she was already the victor.

But as Little Fishy turned around to return to Xianhai Shaoyu’s side, Zhao Cangjing suddenly shouted, “It’s not over yet. Where are you going?”

She turned around and saw Zhao Cangjing enveloped in a golden aura reminiscent of an inferno. His fighting prowess grew considerably.

That was the means he had intended to use against Chu Feng, but Zhao Tingxue stopped him.

“That d-d-dog thing! Is he being a sore loser?” Wang Qiang cursed.

He turned to Eighth Zhao as if asking the latter if he was going to intervene.

“His action lacks honor, but that lass backed away before Zhao Cangjing surrendered.”

Wang Qiang knew from those words that Eighth Zhao wasn’t planning to intervene. He spat, “S-s-screw them. They are all the s-s-same!”

Eighth Zhao was unfazed. He looked at Little Fishy with interest, commenting, “That lass is formidable. It’s a pity she’s too weak, or else Zhao Cangjing would have been no match for her even if he uses our clan’s Immortal Feather Cloak.”

The other Zhao Immortal Clansmen also realized that Little Fishy was a formidable opponent. Otherwise, Zhao Cangjing wouldn’t have been forced to use Immortal Feather Cloak. That was their Zhao Immortal Clan’s strongest bloodline power, and very few clansmen could pull it off.

Shoosh!

Zhao Cangjing made the first move. He copied Little Fishy’s trick and imbued his God Armament spear with a martial skill, greatly amplifying its destructive prowess. He also wrapped his body in the martial skill.

Little Fishy calmly fought back with her God Armament sword.

The spear clashed with the sword. Sparks flew. Shockwaves rippled.

This time, Little Fishy no longer had the overwhelming superiority.

The Immortal Feather Cloak didn’t raise Zhao Cangjing’s cultivation, but it greatly boosted his speed and strength. Little Fishy’s previous advantage against him became non-existent.

Wang Qiang could tell through his sharp eyes that Little Fishy’s defeat was inevitable. It was not because Little Fishy was weak but because she was simply too frail.

He knew that he would suffer the same fate too even if he intervened. He couldn’t defeat Zhao Cangjing in his current state.

This prompted him to turn his gaze to Chu Feng, but what he saw only pained his heart.

Chu Feng’s condition was nowhere better than Xianhai Shaoyu; his face was as pale as a sheet of paper. He was much skinnier than he was before he entered the formation.

If Chu Feng didn’t regain consciousness soon, Little Fishy, Xianhai Shaoyu, and Qin Xuan would be in deep trouble. Their defeat wasn’t a big deal, but handing over the formation power would surely greatly damage their bodies.

But Wang Qiang was not hoping for Chu Feng to regain consciousness. Rather, he hoped the formation would take longer, till Little Fishy lost.

Chu Feng was bound to be in a worse state after activating the formation. To defeat Zhao Cangjing with such a frail body, he would likely have to use a means that would sacrifice his future growth.

As Wang Qiang expected, Little Fishy was so weak that she was soon overwhelmed.

Right as Zhao Cangjing was about to hurt Little Fishy, a powerful voice reminiscent of a divine edict boomed, “Don’t go too far!”

It was Eighth Zhao!

Zhao Cangjing was about to stab Little Fishy’s chest to avenge his earlier humiliation, but he had no choice but to hold back after hearing the clan chief’s order.

“I have lost.”

Little Fishy dispelled her bloodline power, causing her cultivation to revert to rank three True God level. She had already reached her limit, and it would be pointless to continue dragging it out.

Zhao Cangjing’s action might have been dishonorable, but Little Fishy had to concede that she had gotten careless by not forcing him to admit defeat. Thus, she didn’t bother arguing her case and instead admitted defeat.

The present-era cultivators fell into despair.

To them, Little Fishy and Xianhai Shaoyu were prodigies who could represent them. Their defeat spelled a loss not just for them but for all present-era cultivators.