Chaotic World Book-Chapter 470 - 457: Sword Trial of a Hundred Tribes

The second battle had already begun, and Zhao Changhe was facing a burly man with whorled whiskers.

There were many types of Gu insects, some that assisted oneself, some that were used for attack like controlling beasts, and others that only took effect when they entered the opponent’s body, as well as those that could unleash various energy effects.

At this moment, Zhao Changhe was facing a peculiar type of energy release.

A palm strike came towards him, with blazing flames.

That wasn’t a palm; it was a Flame Gu.

For those of low martial skill, things like flames and thunder were challenging to deal with; it wasn’t like in the games where each fireball would reduce one’s health. Fire could burn a person to death... even Yan Que of the Earth List wouldn’t dare to withstand thunder with his bare body, and the same went for flames, as being ignited could at least cause severe injury.

Therefore, the combat power of Vermilion Bird was often overestimated, always seeming more formidable than the unassuming Xuanwu. In Vermilion Bird’s final battle, its fire had little effect on Maitreya’s corpse demon body, the first such instance encountered in its cultivation history. Most of the time, adversaries wouldn’t dare to face its flames head-on.

Zhao Changhe thought that if such a Gu were brought to Central Earth, it would be nearly invincible on the battlefield... Who knew how many there were or how difficult they were to cultivate?

As this thought crossed his mind, his sword was already in motion, piercing directly through the intense fire spraying towards him and reaching the opponent’s palm.

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The burly man was dumbfounded. Why aren’t you afraid of fire?

He quickly withdrew his hand, but his palm skill changes were far less exquisite than Meng Tai’s a moment ago. How could he possibly evade Zhao Changhe’s sword?

With a "clang", his palm suddenly turned as hard as metal, actually blocking the sword!

Copper Skin Gu!

But in the next moment, the burly man still screamed and hurriedly retreated. His palm was sliced open, and a fiery red Gu insect poked its head out, looking somewhat adorable.

No matter how much the Gu insect could harden the skin to be as tough as metal or copper, unfortunately, the Ancient Sword Dragon Emperor was a Divine Sword. Even without exerting any special power, its material could slice through metal and jade.

The burly man pushed the Gu insect’s head back into his palm and bandaged his hand, still completely baffled. "Protector Sisi, why aren’t you afraid of fire? You didn’t use much True Qi to disperse the flames?"

Zhao Changhe smiled, "I told you, I also have Gu. My Giant Strength Gu also comes with Fire Resistance Gu—they don’t conflict, right?"

Indeed, they did not conflict, but each person’s Gu insects were cultivated over a long period and were not something one could simply stuff into their body upon finding one. Where is your Oiran?

You think you’re just that lucky, cultivating from youth a Gu insect so precisely suited to combat your opponent in this battle?

Even Sisi didn’t understand this time and quietly asked Yue Hongling, "How did he avoid the fire?"

Yue Hongling was a bit unsure herself. "It feels... like he has an affinity with fire, able to dissolve weaker fire energy... This man’s Flame Gu was just within his tolerable range. Strange, when did he ever practice any fire-related cultivation technique?"

Sisi shook her head, not knowing.

How could Zhao Changhe dare tell them that this was due to Qi transmitted through a kiss with Huangfu Qing in the Kun Gang Secret Realm, involving the Twenty-Eight Constellations’ Winged Fire Snake? This man’s fire couldn’t compare to that. It’s unfortunate that Huangfu Qing refused True Dual Cultivation; otherwise, making the flames recoil wouldn’t be difficult for him.

Zhao Changhe sighed deeply and, holding his sword, asked, "Who else wants to enlighten me?"

"Swoosh!" An almost invisible Gu insect attacked from behind.

Zhao Changhe’s ears twitched, and he shifted his body to the side. The Gu insect grazed past his neck, aiming directly for his life!

Zhao Changhe didn’t hesitate, following up with a sword strike aimed at cutting the Gu insect in two.

The Gu fluttered its wings and nimbly dodged the sword, turning to fly to the right, clearly about to land in the hands of a tall thin man.

"Come back!" Zhao Changhe’s left hand shot out.

A vortex-like energy erupted before him, and the Gu insect, as if seized by an invisible hand, squeaked in distress, unable to fly even half an inch further.

Control Crane Skill!

The tall thin man was shocked. As he reached out to catch his own Invisibility Gu, the insect let out a piercing shriek and charged at him. Its invisible wings sliced across the man’s fingers, spraying blood.

The man withdrew his hand urgently, just as the glint of a sword appeared. Zhao Changhe’s sword was already at his throat!

"Stop!" Lei Zhentang suddenly made his move, his Miao Blade tracing a mysterious arc, and, though it started later, it intercepted Zhao Changhe’s sword first.

Zhao Changhe’s wrist vibrated, his longsword accelerated beyond the laws of physics, and, before Lei Zhentang could block, it stabbed into the man’s throat.

"Clang!" The Miao Blade only then connected with the longsword, the immense force causing Zhao Changhe to withdraw his sword and step back, but the man had already clutched his throat and fallen backwards to the ground.

The hall erupted into chaos.

Lei Zhentang pointed at Zhao Changhe and said harshly, "This was a duel to determine a winner, who allowed you to kill?"

"He used an Invisibility Gu to attack me," Zhao Changhe replied calmly, "If I had not dodged, I would be the one lying on the ground. Respect me a foot, and I’ll respect you a yard. Try to kill me, and you must first prepare to join the Yellow Springs. I am always fair."

Lei Zhentang said indifferently, "Who can be sure he only wanted to press it against your neck to make you surrender? Regardless, the first to make a lethal move loses, any objections?"

Zhao Changhe burst out laughing, "The joint council isn’t even set up yet, and you’re already dictating terms."

He held his sword and called out, "Who wishes to fight!"

"I will!"

"I will!"

Several men jumped out with looks of understanding exchanged among them, all bursting into hearty laughter.

Lei Zhentang’s expression darkened like the bottom of a pot.

No matter the culture, the reverence for heroes is universal.

Others are willing to challenge this remarkable swordsman, and your council isn’t even formed yet, what right do you have to make decisions?

Many in the arena began to realize, this old man Sisi is facing a gauntlet, yet shows no fear, such gallantry—if he truly wins to the end, there would be nothing to say, he deserves a seat, and perhaps many smaller clans would rather listen to him over the other four clans.

This, is what it means to be a hero.

Zhao Changhe looked at Lei Zhentang with a smile that was not quite a smile, and slowly said, "Clan Leader Lei still stands here, does that mean you intend to personally come down and fight me?"

Lei Zhentang said, "It seems not impossible?"

"Then Clan Leader Lei should think this through carefully. If you win, all well and good, but if by chance you lose to me, your seat in the Black Miao isn’t looking too secure..." Zhao Changhe’s longsword pointed from afar, his smile suddenly vanished, "Care for a fight?"

Lei Zhentang’s expression alternated between overcast and clear.

It wasn’t because he felt he would lose, but it was just too unsightly.

The leader of the strongest clan, the acknowledged most powerful participant, to step forward and struggle for supremacy on stage against a protector of a minor clan of just a few hundred people, nameless and unfamed?

Would you have any honor if you win? And if you suffered a minor cut, that would be a jest people talk about for a year, just think of what happened to Xue Canghai from the Central Plains.

Moreover, old man Sisi had fought several bouts already, he was bound to be tired. Let him tire out; someone else can finish it in the end.

Thinking this, Lei Zhentang gave a signal to a clan on the side, who nodded slightly. Finally, Lei Zhentang laughed heartily, "This old man compares with a greenhorn like you? How embarrassing. Continue with your competition."

After speaking, he returned to his seat and watched the duels with a composed and serene demeanor.

Zhao Changhe knew what he was thinking and laughed carelessly, suddenly pulling out a drink gourd, taking a large gulp, "The more splendid the clothes, the less heroism. It’s a pity a good friend is not here, fewer to drink with."

Pan Wan’s eyes flashed with intense admiration, she specifically asked, "You’ve fought three rounds, do you need to rest?"

Zhao Changhe hung the gourd back by his waist, without turning back, his sword pointed towards the arena, "At this grand occasion, why rest? Spirit Clan emerges, swords challenge a hundred clans, any special moves, come and show them!"

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PS: Today’s update is late, it’s been a while because: I was reported, had to change some parts. Such a pure story, yet still messing with me, tsk...

Also, to the snitch, your reporting is really futile, because honestly this book is really quite innocent, its direction honorable, wherever you report it’ll only result in minor text changes. It won’t even affect my mood... but it will cause tens of thousands to curse your mother, is it all worth it?

Not seeing your peers touch this book for so long, after all not everyone is that foolish. Wipe your jealous eyes, find another book, be good.

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