In the stands, the Wild Swordsman spoke provocatively to Zero with an arrogant look on his face, but Zero seemed to not take him seriously at all.
The dark starry eyes were calm and fixed on a certain place in the void, as if they were looking at something, and as if nothing in the world was in his eyes.
"Ding Dong—" A pleasant sound of jade knocking rang out above the arena.
The arrogance on the wild swordsman's face disappeared instantly, leaving only solemnity and seriousness.
The long sword on his back suddenly flew up according to the will of its owner, split into ten parts above his head, and spun rapidly.
This move of the Wild Swordsman is called the Nineteen Hurricane Swords, and it is his most proud trick. When practiced to the highest level, he can slowly fly nineteen swords at the same time. All the flying swords rotate at high speed, and the destructive power is comparable to a hurricane. Especially in the Spirit Refining Realm where one can only use very little spiritual power and mainly rely on the soul to fight, the Nineteen Hurricane Swords is an even more deadly trick.
In the arena, every time the Wild Swordsman used this move, the opponent would be unable to defend himself, and his soul would suffer huge consumption. Even if he survived the move, he would be unable to attack in the end.
Ten flying swords made a sharp whistling sound and flew towards Ling like lightning.
In the stands, several women showed nervous expressions, covering their mouths and staring closely at Zero's every move.
I saw a man standing there indifferently, and at this moment he finally moved.
The slender fingers had distinct knuckles and perfect lines, and they gently grasped the black hilt of the sword.
When the ten giant swords finally flew in front of him, he lightly slashed the long sword in his hand forward.
As the sword was swung out, everyone in the stands only felt a brilliant white light shooting up into the sky, blinding everyone's eyes.
What followed was a powerful spiritual aura that was so strong that it shocked and sealed even the consciousness of the people.
With one slash of the sword, the ten hurricane swords that came like a tidal wave collapsed like weathering and shattered in the air.
Finally, there was a clanging sound, and it turned into a single giant sword, fell to the ground, and its light dimmed.
However, the remaining power of the sword has not yet stopped.
It whistled towards the stunned Wild Swordsman, and the strong wind blew up his clothes and hair, making him look disheveled.
He could only stare with his eyes wide open in horror, watching the sword energy whizzing through his body like a tiger with its mouth open and fangs exposed.
"Ahh--!!" the Wild Swordsman let out a shrill scream.
Then the figure became fainter and fainter, and finally disappeared on the arena.
The entire arena was caught up in a strange competition, but after just a few breaths, the quiet stands suddenly became boiling.
"Did you see that? Just one sword, just one sword made the Wild Swordsman completely defenseless!"
"The Wild Swordsman was seriously injured this time. He even left the Spirit Refining Realm directly, which means that his soul has reached the limit of endurance. After this battle, he will definitely need three to five months to recover."
"I thought that since Zero disappeared for 30 or 40 years, the gap between us and him would be smaller, but I didn't expect that he is still the legend that is out of reach."
"This is Zero, the god of fighting skills in the Soul Refining Realm!"
“Zero-Zero-Zero!!!”
The boiling noise finally turned into a chorus of cheers. Everyone stood up and shouted the man's title like fanatical believers.
He is the king of the fighting arena, and the oldest legend in the Soul Refining Domain. He is an existence that all warriors and monks worship. (To be continued)