Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 309 - 242 A Moment of Spring and Autumn_2

Chapter 309: Chapter 242 A Moment of Spring and Autumn_2

Zhao Sheng’s pupils reflected a speck of cold starlight like lightning, and the pain in his brow was unbearable.

He silently praised, and in an instant, his figure flashed, he withdrew his fist, turned around, and with a thought, shifted behind Jian Shisan, delivering a reverse kick aimed at his adversary’s anus.

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“Despicable and shameless!”

Although Zhao Sheng’s movements were fast, they could not escape Divine Sense. Jian Shisan inwardly cursed his opponent for being despicable and shameless, while the long sword in his hand reversed and stabbed out from his side, with numerous sword lights as fast as meteors, aiming at Zhao Sheng’s face and abdomen.

Zhao Sheng rapidly retreated and chose not to contest directly with Jian Shisan.

For a moment, he kept shifting and maneuvering, leaving numerous afterimages in all directions.

At that time, on the Struggle Platform, the sound of wind and thunder was intense, sword lights fell like rain, and the Sword Qi churned like the sea endlessly, wave after wave of chaotic flying sword lights continuously hit the protective light shield, causing ripples.

Unfortunately for Jian Shisan, though his sword strikes were fast as lightning, they were a bit slow in Zhao Sheng’s eyes.

Zhao Sheng one mind with ten thoughts, one wholly focused on dodging while a few other thoughts gradually memorized Jian Shisan’s Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, even finding spare energy to analyze the opponent’s moves.

The above text described a lengthy dialogue, but in reality, only a few dozen breaths had passed since the beginning of their confrontation.

Although the time was short, both were quick in their actions, clashing countless times within moments.

The spectators below were somewhat stunned, as most of them only saw the sword lights rampant like a sea dominating the platform, feeling that Jian Shisan had the upper hand.

Yet until now, the ground remained clean and bloodless.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

A series of urgent, fierce footsteps sounded like the call of the soul hook, bursting around Jian Shisan, just to see the Sword Light dispersing like water, most of which Zhao Sheng easily dodged; those he couldn’t evade, he deflected with a push of Spiritual Power, either neutralizing or diverting them.

No matter how hard Jian Shisan tried, he couldn’t injure Zhao Sheng in the slightest.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng had an idea, saw a Sword Light flying towards him, and unexpectedly used his arm to block it directly.

Sssh!

Blood splattered, skin and flesh tore open, and his arm instantly bore a deep bone-visible wound.

Then, Zhao Sheng noticed the faint imprint on the exposed Bone, nodding to himself: “The Geng Metal Sword Bone has not yet achieved Great Success, but it can block such a level of Sword Light, very good! With this defensive strength, below a Spiritual Artifact, Magic Artifacts would hardly cause harm.”

“Let’s test the destructive power of the Geng Metal Sword Light next!”

With this thought firm in his mind, Zhao Sheng’s steps suddenly sped up by three points, his hands continuously emitted Purple Sun Spiritual Power, deflecting stream after stream of Sword Light, gradually closing in on Jian Shisan.

A few breaths later, sweat was already subtly visible on Jian Shisan’s forehead, and although the Sword Light became more intense and dazzling, his defensive circle had slowly been compressed to within a meter around him.

“He’s going to lose!”

Seeing this, a premonition simultaneously arose in the hearts of the spectators.

As expected, just seven or eight breaths later, a light chuckle that overpowered the roaring wind and thunder rang out from the center of the arena:

“Hehe, withdraw!”

As the words fell, the pupils of the spectators sharply contracted, their gaze unconsciously following the Rainbow Lightning Sword that flew up high.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

In mid-air, the Rainbow Lightning Sword struggled like a dying fish, attempting multiple jumps, trying to fly back to its master.

However, each time it moved, a spark of Purple Fire appeared out of nowhere onto the body of the sword, trapping its spirit.

In an instant, the Rainbow Lightning Sword was repeatedly entangled by the Purple Fire, falling powerlessly to the ground, involuntarily emitting a humming sound, like the lament of a sword.

At this time, Jian Shisan stood motionless, his face ashen, his left hand holding his continuously bleeding right hand, unable to speak a word.

Very few people outside the arena could see the details of the last exchange clearly.

But Jian Shisan, the very participant, saw it all too clearly.

His mind repeatedly flashed the moment of his defeat, his gaze ultimately fixated on that strand of incomparably sharp blue-purple Sword Light that was faster than lightning.

He saw it clearly, that strand of Sword Light, incredibly emitted from the opponent’s fingertips.

“Could it be… the opponent is not only a Body Cultivator, but also an Inner Sword Cultivator!”

With this thought, Jian Shisan suddenly turned around, urgently shouting, “You’re also a Sword Cultivator?!”

Zhao Sheng merely smiled faintly, not answering the question but turning to look towards the audience below, announcing loudly, “Next!”

His gaze slowly swept across the faces of the people below, where some shrank back, others avoidantly shifted their gaze, and some were eager to try. However, most no longer dared to ascend the platform, simply because they really couldn’t compete!

Zhao Sheng’s gaze finally rested on Dong Miaozhen, observing the slight sparkle in her eyes, yet her expression remained calm and composed as if not at all surprised.

Recalling the unique purple-green Qi Fortune above her head, Zhao Sheng couldn’t help but smile, his heart once again firming on the thought of marrying no one but her.

It really wasn’t about coveting Dong Miaozhen’s beauty!

No matter how stunning the opponent was, no matter how heavenly her beauty appeared, and even if she outshone all others with her exceptional looks and extraordinary demeanor…

Uh!

Zhao Sheng certainly did not think himself so superficial. It was just that the two of them were… incredibly well-matched!

With that thought, he repeated, “Does anyone wish to come up for a sparring match?”

Seeing no one respond, Zhao Sheng then provocatively said, “Are you all not the chosen ones of heaven? Could it be that you’re too scared of losing to step forward?”

“Scared of what? He just got hurt!” Suddenly, a female voice came from the back of the crowd.

The speaker was a woman in a goose dress, who was stunningly beautiful and extraordinarily attractive.

Zhao Sheng looked down at the wound on his arm, which had closed in just a short moment and was healing visibly fast.

If he delayed any longer, his sword wound was going to heal completely.

“I’ll do it!” Li Feixuan gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted.

As a loose cultivator who had fought his way up from the lowest ranks of the Cultivation World, Li Feixuan wouldn’t pass up such an excellent opportunity to make a name for himself.

If he could seize the chance to win, perhaps he might even earn Weaver’s favor. Then wouldn’t his fate be transformed, and his Nascent Soul assured?

His “Flowing Light Saber” was not famed for naught. Could the opponent’s speed surpass… time itself?!

“It’s all up to you now, Thousand-Autumn Cicada!”

Standing opposite Zhao Sheng, Li Feixuan silently encouraged himself while slowly connecting with the Thousand-Autumn Cicada in his Dantian.

“Taoist Zhao, your strength is too great, and I am far inferior! But I have a unique move, do you dare to face it?”

“One move decides the winner?”

“Yes, one move to determine the superior!” Li Feixuan affirmed confidently.

“It’s not going to, also decide life or death, right?” Zhao Sheng suddenly joked.

“Taoist Zhao jests too much. How about we stop as soon as a hit is confirmed? Just one move!”

Zhao Sheng thought for a moment, then nodded confidently, “Alright, then I’m eager to witness your unique move.”

“Be careful, Taoist—

Before he completed his words, the Thousand-Autumn Cicada in Li Feixuan’s Dantian suddenly fluttered its wings lightly, causing ripples of time to instantly spread out from its colorful wings, affecting an area of three meters around him.

The flow of time within this three-meter space suddenly solidified, as if a pause button had been pressed on time itself.

From Li Feixuan’s Dantian, a streak of light suddenly flew out and transformed into a long transparent saber in his hand, which momentarily disappeared and appeared, its blade undulating like a wave.

Flowing—Light—Saber!

Li Feixuan appeared to be under unimaginable pressure, his face red as blood, and grasped the saber handle tightly, slowly lifting the saber and then fiercely slashing down.

Streams of “solidified” sword light began to separate from the saber little by little, hanging in the air in front of him.

Li Feixuan then lifted the saber again, repeating the downward slash, and did so repeatedly.

Streams of “solidified” sword light accumulated together, creating a radiant, translucent, and exceedingly solidified blade essence.

Boom!

With an explosive sound like thunder, time instantly returned to normal,

and all the spectators saw was a brilliantly blinding light suddenly appearing, stinging their eyes.

However, no one realized what had just happened except for Zhao Sheng.

The moment Li Feixuan commanded the Thousand-Autumn Cicada to solidify time, Zhao Sheng realized that someone had tampered with the timeline, compressing the flow of time exceedingly.

To the onlookers, it seemed as if time had almost frozen; however, in Zhao Sheng’s eyes, time had just slowed significantly but had not stopped.

This allowed him to witness the entire process of Li Feixuan launching his attack and to skillfully wield the Heavenly Square Halberd to block this cunning and malicious strike just as the blade essence approached.

After executing that strike, Li Feixuan immediately appeared weakened, his complexion pale as snow, with some of his dense, lustrous hair turning slightly white at the roots.

Thousand-Autumn Cicada, a flash of many seasons!

Manipulating time with a mortal body indubitably came at a cost.

To launch that one strike, Li Feixuan had sacrificed a year of his lifespan.

In truth, he had aimed to kill Zhao Sheng with that move, not merely to make a contact as initially stated.

Being a loose cultivator, if he hadn’t been more ruthless and cunning, he wouldn’t have reached the heights he achieved today.