Eternal Saber-Chapter 366 - 84: Your Blade Is Too Slow

The Master of Ceremonies at the high pavilion had the clearest understanding of the atmosphere among the crowd at the venue.

He knew that this couldn’t go on any longer.

This Murong Haitang had already defeated numerous heirs of various martial arts schools. If this continued unchecked, it might deal a huge blow to the confidence of the people of Celestial Pot.

"Everyone, hold for a moment, I have a suggestion."

Seizing the moment when no one was entering the main battleground, the two Masters of Ceremonies held a quiet discussion with Amaterasu Chizuru.

Afterward, the Master of Ceremonies cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, "In light of Murong Haitang’s sufficient display of strength, I propose he may skip the elimination match and proceed directly to the final showdown against Murakumo Kyo, Amaterasu Chizuru, and Tsukiyama Tairou."

This proposal, in fact, allowed many participants to breathe a sigh of relief.

They had already lost the desire to fight.

They had no chance; the gap was too wide.

However, the heirs of the various martial arts schools couldn’t bring themselves to concede voluntarily.

The Master of Ceremonies’ suggestion offered an out for the major martial arts schools present.

Therefore, no one opposed.

The Three Kingdoms Military Master remained expressionless, giving no comment.

Shen Che remained silent as well.

Seeing no objections, the Master of Ceremonies asked, "Murong Haitang, what do you think?"

Chen Tang asked, "When will the final showdown be?"

"In half a month."

Replied the Master of Ceremonies.

"Too troublesome."

Chen Tang had just gone through a fierce battle, defeating over a hundred people, sweating only slightly, having just warmed up his muscles.

Moreover, he didn’t have the time to waste with these people.

Chen Tang stated, "I will stand on this stage; anyone unsatisfied can come up, including the heirs of the Three Great Clans."

"Once I’ve taken first place, the rankings from second to sixth can be fought over at your leisure and are no concern of mine."

As soon as he finished speaking, another wave of commotion spread through the venue.

Is this even language for a human?

He was brimming with arrogance!

"Hmph!"

A martial artist from the Moon Night Clan couldn’t stand it any longer, coldly snorted, and flew onto the stage.

"Oh?"

The Master of Ceremonies’ spirit was lifted, "The heir of the Moon Night Clan can’t sit still anymore! Entering the stage is Moonlit Palace, who ranks just below Tsukiyama Tairou among the younger generation."

"The Moonlit Night Clan’s inherited secret technique, the Moonlit Ten Forms, is the most fierce and lethal martial art on the Celestial Cauldron Continent, known as the world’s fastest saber, taking lives with just one strike!"

With the introduction by the Master of Ceremonies, Moonlit Palace had already stepped onto the main battlefield.

Someone brought out wooden weapons.

Moonlit Palace, however, pushed them aside, tightly gripping the sheathed long saber at his waist, staring intently at Chen Tang, coldly stating, "The Moonlit Ten Forms of my clan can only wield power with real weapons!"

"Let’s see, do you have the courage to face me with real weapons in battle!"

These words instantly ignited the atmosphere of the venue.

If Chen Tang dared not accept this challenge, his previous arrogant words would collapse on their own.

If he dared to accept, it would mean that both parties were entering a life-and-death battle!

Blades and swords recognize no eyes.

Not to mention the Moonlit Ten Forms, the top-notch lethal martial art!

Drawing a sword must draw blood!

"Of course, I can."

Chen Tang smiled faintly.

This person came just in time, an opportunity to make good use of.

"Good!"

The Master of Ceremonies loudly proclaimed, "Since Murong Haitang has accepted the challenge, please choose your weapon."

"What weapon will you use?"

Someone stepped forward to ask.

Chen Tang nonchalantly said, "The same as him, let’s use a saber."

Soon, someone brought the weapon rack filled with various sabers to the main battlefield, allowing Chen Tang to choose freely.

On the dark wooden rack were an array of assorted blades, from slim sabers, willow-leaf sabers, Yanling sabers, horse-cutting sabers, large-ring sabers, to hidden sabers, and more...

Chen Tang casually picked up a Yanling saber, its shape somewhat similar to ’Eternal’, swung it a few times in the air to get a feel, and said, "This one will do."

While Chen Tang was choosing his weapon, the two Masters of Ceremonies and Amaterasu Chizuru continued their conversation.

"This Murong Haitang, comparing sword skills with Moonlit Palace, is really overconfident."

"In terms of the speed of the sword skills, the Moonlit Ten Forms indeed rank first in the world. But with Murong Haitang’s strength, Moonlit Palace shouldn’t be able to harm him within three moves."

"The deeper one goes with the Moonlit Ten Forms, the more fierce and murderous the sword skills become, making it harder to withstand."

While the three conversed, the two on the main battlefield had already prepared.

"Begin!"

At the Master of Ceremonies’ command.

Moonlit Palace moved, swiftly closing the distance toward Chen Tang with short, quick steps.

Tap, tap, tap!

Moonlit Palace’s steps weren’t large, but each one seemed precisely measured, not an inch off, perfectly rhythmic.

Chen Tang casually tossed the scabbard aside, scanning with his eyes, and unexpectedly took a step diagonally forward.

Such a simple step left Moonlit Palace stifled, feeling like vomiting blood.

Each of his short steps had been mentally measured, calculated to draw the blade at the eleventh step, unleashing a strike!

Unexpectedly, Chen Tang’s step not only avoided his frontal edge but disrupted his rhythm.

Moonlit Palace’s steps faltered, forcing him to draw his blade early!

Clang!

The long saber was unsheathed.

A flash of cold light flickered in the air.

Clang!

The next moment, a crisp sound reverberated across the battlefield.

Moonlit Palace’s long saber was about to strike Chen Tang, but the latter lifted a blade that struck precisely upon the saber’s edge, deflecting it.

Surprise flashed in Moonlit Palace’s eyes, swiftly withdrawing his saber, stepping back, readying to draw again.

Many knew the Moonlit Night Clan had a Sword Drawing Skill.

However, the Sword Drawing Skill was actually the basis of the Moonlit Ten Forms.

Each of the ten forms required collaboration with the Sword Drawing Skill to complete.

Moonlit Palace circled Chen Tang, searching for weakness, suddenly halting his steps!

Clang!

Blade light flashed.

Moonlit Palace drew his saber again!

Clang!

Moonlit Palace’s long saber was, once again, diverted by Chen Tang’s blade.

"Hmm?"

Moonlit Palace slightly frowned, retracting his saber into its sheath, shifting his grip, preparing to strike once more.

Swish!

The third saber striking out!

Clang!

Moonlit Palace’s long saber was blocked yet again.

Waves of commotion came from the audience seats.

The Moonlit Ten Forms had been blocked thrice consecutively by this person!

In fact, those three moves felt different in the eyes of the military masters and top experts.

This Murong Haitang dealt with them too effortlessly, even casually!

Every time, Moonlit Palace made the first move, going all out.

This person could casually block Moonlit Palace’s saber perfectly!

Skillful and at leisure.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Moonlit Palace seemed somewhat disoriented, continuously striking as he circled Chen Tang.

The battlefield resounded with the clear clangs of sword clashes.

"Slow, too slow!"

As he deflected Moonlit Palace’s saber, Chen Tang shook his head, "Go faster, your saber is too slow."

The entire audience was in an uproar!

The Moonlit Ten Forms, the world’s fastest saber, was being belittled by Murong Haitang!

This person could speak while blocking attacks?

The gap between them was visible to the naked eye!

"Is this the Moonlit Ten Forms, the so-called world’s fastest saber? Too slow!"

Chen Tang continued shaking his head.

Hearing the surrounding discussion, the expression on Moon Night Warehouse turned somber.

"Grandfather, let me go up!"

Tsukiyama Tairou couldn’t bear to see Moonlit Palace being humiliated and whispered.

"Be patient."

Moon Night Warehouse patted Tsukiyama Tairou’s shoulder, soothing him for now.

With his keen eye, he clearly saw that even if his grandson took the stage, it wouldn’t necessarily guarantee a win against Chen Tang!

This battle concerned the honor of the Moonlit Night Clan and its reputation on the Celestial Cauldron Continent, allowing no mishap.

Subsequently, only Moon Night Warehouse’s lips moved, yet others couldn’t hear his words.

An elder to his left seemed to hear something, his expression shocked.

But the elder quickly collected himself, bowed, and exited swiftly through a side door.

Shen Che noticed this out of the corner of his eye, remained unfazed, pondering something.