Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1405 - 245: Jiang Ning Triumphs, Final Battle of the Scholar!
On the training field.
Zhang Ming steadied his heart spirit.
As his figure moved, he approached Jiang Ning like a wisp of smoke.
In an instant, he was within one zhang of Jiang Ning.
Clang!
A slash came out, sparks flew.
Zhang Ming’s figure suddenly shook, instantly falling out of the relaxed state.
At this moment, his gaze at Jiang Ning involuntarily changed slightly.
With just one slash, he felt Jiang Ning’s immense strength.
"What a monster!!" The thought flashed through his mind, his heart quickly calming.
Clang!
He slashed again, two blades meeting, touching quickly and parting.
Then, another slash followed by another, the sword force continued unbroken.
Each frontal collision was brief.
The sword force continued stacking, and Zhang Ming’s long blade swung faster and faster, the blade shadows merging into a single entity.
At this moment, Jiang Ning stood still, his long blade continually swinging.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes gentle, sometimes urgent.
Each seemed normal, yet each slash precisely intercepted Zhang Ming’s incoming sword light.
"Lord Jiang, deserving of the fourth place on the Heavenly List, truly has strength greater than mine!" Wang Jiadi stared intently at the scene in the middle of the training field, expressing admiration.
"Mr. Jiang’s rise to fame in a short period, he’s not someone easy to defeat!" Mingxin remarked.
...
On the other side.
"General Shen, who do you think will win between these two?" The man on the dragon throne suddenly spoke.
General Shen, with his full beard, glanced at the man behind the silk on the dragon throne.
He knew this Holy Emperor disliked Jiang Ning, understanding his feeling.
Having something precious snatched away causes deep discomfort, doesn’t it?
"Holy Emperor, judging from the current situation, Jiang Ning will likely win!"
"General Shen also favors him?" The man on the dragon throne asked again.
"Holy Emperor, it’s not about favoring, but old experience that shows this to the subject!" General Shen spoke.
"Tell me why he can win?" The man on the throne said.
Just then.
Clang!!!
An explosive sound of metal clashing suddenly erupted from the center of the training field.
The sound was immense, like sudden thunder.
Everyone saw Zhang Ming’s long blade, struck by Jiang Ning’s slash, suddenly fly.
At this moment, Zhang Ming staggered backward several steps, staring at Jiang Ning in shock.
The force of Jiang Ning’s burst slash caught him off guard, terrifying him into losing grip of his blade.
He looked down at his right hand, now in shreds, bone broken by the terrifying power, tendons snapped.
He couldn’t exert even three-tenths of his strength anymore, disqualified from further battle.
Looking at Jiang Ning holding the blade, his expression became extremely complex.
"I’ve lost!" he sighed deeply.
"Conceded!" Jiang Ning bowed.
...
Meanwhile.
On the northern high platform.
Ji Mingyue was beaming proudly.
"I wasn’t wrong!" The princess nodded with satisfaction.
"Second sister, when did you say you favor him?" The Third Prince asked.
"I just said it in my heart!" The princess spoke, pinching the Third Prince’s side, then twisting.
The Third Prince grinned his teeth instantly.
...
On the training field.
Wan Jianyi and Mingxin exchanged a glance and walked towards the center of the field.
As they brushed past Jiang Ning, Wan Jianyi suddenly stopped.
"Your blade is strong! Later, I’ll see how it compares to my sword!"
"Mr. Wan, please defeat this humble monk first before saying that!" Mingxin also stopped, turning his head to speak to Wan Jianyi.
"Alright!" Wan Jianyi nodded in agreement.
A moment later.
The two stood in the center of the training field.
"Do you need weapons?" Wang Hong’s voice rang out once again.
"King, I still need my sword!" Wan Jianyi replied.
His earlier sword, after the match, was handed over to the soldiers at the edge of the field.
The next moment.
Like before, Wan Jianyi easily caught the long sword Wang Hong tossed.
"And you?" Wang Hong’s voice rang out.
Though not explicitly addressed, Mingxin knew Wang Hong was speaking to him.
"This humble monk doesn’t need weapons!" Mingxin replied.
"Alright, then let’s begin!" Wang Hong said.
"Please!" Wan Jianyi held his sword, bowing to Mingxin.
"Mr. Wan, please make your move!" Mingxin said calmly, looking at him.
The next moment.
Wan Jianyi held his sword across his chest.
Buzz!!
Suddenly, the sword vibrated, its sound growing louder.
Swish swish—
In an instant, there were faint slicing sounds in the void, and Jiang Ning saw countless barely visible sword qi slicing through the air, distorting sight.
Clang!
Clang!!
Golden light suddenly appeared around Mingxin.
Each time the golden light flashed, the sound of metal clashing erupted, and an invisible sword qi shattered.
Clang clang—clang clang clang—
The sound became urgent, dense, golden light appeared from all directions around Mingxin.
The continuous bright golden light instantly linked into one.
"Mr. Wan, your intangible sword qi can’t threaten this humble monk!" Mingxin stood in the golden light, speaking calmly.
Beneath a peaceful expression, he appeared solemn, like a golden Buddha.
"If one sword doesn’t work, if ten swords don’t work, if a hundred swords don’t work, what about a thousand swords or ten thousand swords?" Wan Jianyi asked.
"A thousand or ten thousand swords will be no different!" Mingxin replied calmly.
Then he closed his eyes, allowing Wan Jianyi’s sword qi to assault him.
A short time later.
Swish—
Suddenly, Wan Jianyi’s sword qi stopped, he held the sword single-handedly and rushed at Mingxin.
As his figure moved, the air in front of him parted like waves.
Mingxin opened his eyes, seeing the sword tip already at his brow.
At that moment, Mingxin suddenly smiled.
