Chapter 349 One of the Duels of the Fates
“How is it possible? How unexpected, I drew lots to compete with Ding Hao? d.a.m.n it. Why am I so unlucky? Does Ding Hao control my luck?”
The little fat man was very depressed.
Almost everyone had reached a consensus—
At the moment, Ding Hao was invincible. Instead of consuming strength to fight against him, it was better to enter the loser group and look for opportunities again.
Time fled in the fierce compet.i.tion.
Six days had pa.s.sed in the twinkling of an eye.
n.o.body knew who was the first to spread the news about the sword-duel between Ding Hao and Li Muyun; it had aroused everyone’s attention again.
It was only then that people remembered that in the first compet.i.tion among the five academies, Li Muyun had defeated all rivals as a king. Facing Ding Hao, he had failed to crack Ding Hao’s movement of Closing the Door and Declining Visitors so that Li Muyun, arrogant and conceited, threw his long sword and took the initiative to withdraw from the compet.i.tion.
At that time they had a sword-appointment. Li Muyun swore that he had to crack Ding Hao’s movement of Closing the Door and Declining Visitors in their next fight.
A year had pa.s.sed. Both Li Muyun and Ding Hao had made leapfrog progress in terms of strength. If they fought against each other, who would laugh last?
That duel was increasingly hyped.
As the last day was approaching, the results of the lots drawing were announced. Li Muyun and Ding Hao, who were considered to be the main champion candidates, finally met in the semi-final.
On the giant viewing platform in the distance, many heads of various forces in and outside the Sect, including the head of the Sect, Li Jianyi, showed up one after another.
According to the tradition of the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, and in order to show their attention to nominal disciples, heads of the Sect and from the Six Peaks and Six Bases should attend the compet.i.tion.
Li Jianyi was wearing a snow white robe; he had a handsome appearance and dignified manner while sitting in the host seat. Heads of the Six Peaks including Luo Fengzhu and other giants with real power were sitting next to him.
Those otherworldly giants during ordinary days were at the moment whispering about the upcoming fierce combat between two evenly-matched opponents. In the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect, w.a.n.g Juefeng, the cynical man, had not been considered at the top, but unexpectedly he appeared in the viewing platform and his seat placed further forward.
The ring for martial contests in the martial arts practicing field was full of people.
Almost all of the top five disciples among nominal disciples were in the crowd. They weren’t willing to miss such a high-end showdown between nominal disciples.
Dark crowds were like counter currents, strangely remaining quiet.
All of them were holding their breaths and staring at the two beautiful figures in the ring, for fear of missing any of their movements and words.
In the ring—
“Our duel seems to have come earlier than expected,” Li Muyun said with a faint smile like a king. He had an admirable manner.
Ding Hao knew what he meant.
What a proud and arrogant person Li Muyun was. He originally wanted to meet Ding Hao in the final compet.i.tion, so that he could defeat his old rival in the presence of all people, stepping on his body for the champion seat in the five academies. To win a sweaty final compet.i.tion decisively could help Li Muyun make up for the regret of not showing up in the first compet.i.tion. Then his name would be carved on the first place of that year’s nominal disciple list forever.
“Really? Fortunately from my point of view, the semi-final and the final compet.i.tions are the same, since the winner must be me.” Ding Hao’s eyes swept across Li Muyun’s right wrist and chest and he frowned slightly.
“You’re much sharper than before.” Li Muyun stretched out his right hand out of the sleeve, making a slight holding gesture, and then a long frame sword was formed from the purple Qi, giving off an amazing metal texture.
“Qi like Saber!”
That was a symbol of entering the Martial Mentor Realm. The Qi could condense blade and armor.
The purple fire was burning, full of a weird and n.o.ble aura. Ding Hao’s doubts in his eyes were more serious. “Am I wrong? That man with a bronze grimace mask controlling red flame was not Li Muyun’s incarnation.”
“Show all your strength. A magic soldier of Qi is not powerful enough to defeat me.”
As Ding Hao said, a series of transparent ripples showed up in the air around him. Four magic weapons of frost in pure silver appeared slowly as if they had gone through time and s.p.a.ce to guard by his side; they were dazzling under the sun.
The coldness in the air broke out as if it had developed from the early spring to the winter instantly.
There was an unstoppable exclamation coming from the crowd.
Between thoughts, the Qi condensed weapons and armors. For countless nominal disciples, it was simply a mythical existence. None of them could imagine how people from their same generation could make such achievements.
The legendary Great Martial Mentor Realm with Qi like Saber had finally showed up in front of them.
Li Muyun looked at the four giant ice swords floating around Ding Hao first, then he looked at the long and lonely flame sword in purple in his hand, then he smiled proudly. He said, “In many cases, the quant.i.ty doesn’t decide the outcome.”
An arch appeared in the corner of Ding Hao’s mouth and he waved his hand.
“Whew!”
At the same time, the four ice swords shot out like four streams of light. With endless chills and killing intent, they had cast sword nets to strangle Li Muyun.
Li Muyun smiled slightly, shook his body and instantly disappeared from that place.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four consecutive burst sounds came out. A transparent ice bank hidden in the void seemed to have been smashed; pieces of silver ice suddenly sputtered with sparks of purple flames. A white and purple fog spread in all directions.
The four ice swords were instantly cut into pieces by Li Muyun’s purple flame sword.
In the next moment, Li Muyun quietly appeared above Ding Hao’s head five or six meters high in the air, with a posture similar to the movement of Killing by Bending Knees of Dumbo Vajra, stagnating in the void s.p.a.ce.
He looked solemn, murmuring and holding a long purple flame sword in his hands. Endless flame in his body burst out, sweeping everything and pouring into the purple sword.
The purple long sword changed.
Instantly, it expanded dozens of times, more than 20 meters long and five meters wide. The purple flame was lingering over the blade like a magic fire with a breathtaking power; it felt that, if anyone dared to look at that magic flame, his soul would be burned.
Most of the spectators around had to choose to close their eyes at that moment.
That giant sword was so ma.s.sive that its master, Li Muyun, was as small as an ant before it, and he could be neglected.
That was obviously a terrifying battle skill.
“Flame of Burning the World—Killing!”
Li Muyun shouted like a G.o.d of war who controlled an ancient demonic power. His arms drooped, and the purple magic flame sword was chopping toward Ding Hao like splitting the earth and the sky.
Visible air waves separated abruptly on both sides of the huge blade.
It seemed that the sky blade plowed up the s.p.a.ce barrier.