I Become a Martial Arts God in the Chaotic Demon World-Chapter 331 Xiao Qiushui’s Vision

Song Xingyuan could tolerate failure, but he couldn't bear the humiliation of not even making the top fifty before being soundly defeated by Han Zheng.

The very next moment, he gnashed his teeth and frantically stimulated the power of the Blood Demon Hand.

Monstrous demon blood surged up to his face, where the dark crimson veins spread like writhing blood vessels, half-covering his face in an eerie pattern.

With one slash, a bizarre howling resounded abruptly.

The endless spiritual energy around Song Xingyuan was devoured by his stroke, even forming a dark crimson demon shadow reeking of demons' breath behind him.

Han Zheng's blood qi boiled and burst forth, pushing the power of both the Dragon Elephant Sky and the Black Heaven Tathagata Demon Buddha to their limits.

Blood qi mingled with Gang Qi in a turbulent fusion and ultimately transformed into an intense concentration of killing intent.

Han Zheng's eyes were blood-red, and the bone-chilling killing intent made even the martial artists nearby shudder in fear.

The Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber was a sword skill that took the origin of killing intent to the extreme.

At that moment, with all of Han Zheng's blood qi and full strength poured into his slash, the boundless killing intent even materialized as a phantom of the Blood Prison Asura behind him.

A crimson sword light, as red as fresh blood, rose from the ground, sundering everything before it.

The demonic power and killing intent blazed fiercely, and when the two slashes collided, a storm of sword lights instantly enveloped the entire platform.

There was an irony to it all.

Song Xingyuan, the heir to the Heavenly Blade Song Family, was ultimately not relying on the Heavenly Blade's power but on the external force of the Blood Demon Hand.

Although Han Zheng used the Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber, his technique was imbued with the very essence of sword skill, far purer than Song Xingyuan's.

A moment later, the storm of sword lights dissipated.

Han Zheng still stood in place, while Song Xingyuan was now pale with copious amounts of blood spewing from his mouth.

The Blood Demon Hand, which had already covered half of his body, writhed as though alive, continuing to spread to his other half.

Song Xingyuan's eyes had taken on a hint of madness, even his rationality seemed somewhat lost.

Just as he was about to make another move, an elder of the Song Family leapt onto the stage and struck Song Xingyuan on the head with a palm. He swiftly pointed at several of Song Xingyuan's major meridians, stripping off the Blood Demon Hand.

Deprived of the Blood Demon Hand, Song Xingyuan collapsed as if all of his strength had been sapped away.

The elder of the Song Family, with an unsightly expression, made a cupped fist salute and said, "There's no need to continue this match; our Song Family concedes."

Cen Xingzi nodded and announced loudly, "The winner of this match is Han Zheng!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd immediately burst into a flurry of discussion.

The outcome of this battle was both within and beyond their expectations.

Han Zheng's ability to slay Sima Chengzong had already cemented his strength among the top echelons in everyone's eyes; his victory was not strange.

But Song Xingyuan, as the heir to the Heavenly Blade Song Family, was an absolute genius from birth with a significant reputation.

Even if Song Xingyuan were to lose, nobody could have imagined he would be defeated so thoroughly, virtually powerless against Han Zheng.

They had originally thought it would be a fierce struggle between dragons and tigers, but it turned out to be a one-sided trouncing.

"Xiao brother, your prediction was spot on, how did you know that Song Xingyuan would be defeated before even unleashing his full strength?"

Wei Wenruo looked at Xiao Qiushui with some surprise.

He could see that Song Xingyuan's loss came after Han Zheng used the Nine Prisons Slaughter Life Saber.

Before that Han Zheng had been suppressed by Song Xingyuan's Heavenly Blade, the only time Song Xingyuan had the upper hand, yet Xiao Qiushui was able to predict Song Xingyuan's defeat, which was truly incredible.

Wei Wenruo knew there was a gap in their martial arts prowess, but surely not to such a vast extent?

"The Heavenly Blade of the Song Family is strong, but Song Xingyuan is not; what he has learned is the sword skill of others, failing to comprehend a Heavenly Blade that is uniquely his. Of course, he's no match for Han Zheng.

In this past year, Song Xingyuan has picked up several more sword skills. To others, it looks like Song Xingyuan has improved, but from my perspective, he has remained stagnant.

Instantly upon using those sword skills, I knew that he had no other means besides relying on external forces.

Han Zheng is stronger than him in force and possesses more techniques yet unrevealed. How could Song Xingyuan possibly not be defeated?

The path of martial arts can be followed by taking shortcuts from others.

"But to reach the peak," one cannot always follow the paths of others."

Xiao Qiushui seldom spoke much, but today was an exception; him saying so much was already rare. frёeωebɳovel.com

After listening, Wei Wenruo couldn't help but shake his head.

The gap between him and Brother Xiao was growing wider and wider.

The leader of this Weapon Casting Conference, aside from Han Zheng, should be Brother Xiao.

Right, there was also that Ding Yi who suddenly emerged.

Wei Wenruo looked at Ding Yi, who was at the moment squatted on the ground, idly poking an anthill with a small stick like a child with intellectual disabilities.

But for some reason, Wei Wenruo always felt that there was something extremely terrifying about him.

After the match between Han Zheng and Song Tianqing, the second round of the competition proceeded without much commotion, and in the end, twenty-four people advanced.

The remaining twenty-four were almost all young prodigies from the major sects, with only Ding Yi being the sole independent martial artist.

The advantages of disciples from large sects were quite significant in the early stages, so the independent martial artists who came to the Weapon Casting Conference were generally just making up the numbers.

Their main purpose was to provide sufficient Weapons Sharpness for weapon forging.

Moreover, these independent martial artists flocked to join the Weapon Casting Conference, as they also aimed for fame.

Just getting to the next round would give them a chance to make a name for themselves.

In the future, in the Martial World, they could even boast about sharing the stage with a genius, saying that losing was honorable and the like.

As if just having played on the same table as Ma Long, one could write in their resume that they had once been defeated by him.

Han Zheng, while not competing, still watched Qiao Anze and Fang Tieyun closely for a long time.

Of course, it was not them he watched, but the weapons they were forging.

Forging a regular Mystical Weapon didn't really differ much from forging ordinary weapons; it just required a bit more strength and better materials.

But forging a Heavenly Soldier was clearly much more complicated and meticulous.

The two of them needed to continuously hammer and refine those materials while also controlling Gang Qi, integrating all of the Weapons's Sharpness into the Weapon Mold.

Besides that, some Array Patterns would emerge in the Weapon Casting Furnace, and they also needed to refine these patterns into the weapons, which was a further test of their control over Gang Qi.

In essence, forging Earth Soldiers or Heavenly Soldiers was no longer simply about strength; it was a mix of hard and soft, coarse yet detailed.

Moreover, Han Zheng noticed that even though Fang Tieyun, the assistant Weapon Casting Master, contributed more effort, Qiao Anze was very bossy towards him, to the point of being quite rude, even somewhat arrogant.

However, such matters were internal affairs of their Sect, and even if Han Zheng disapproved, it was not his place to intervene.

At this point, the third round began, with Su Wuming taking the stage first—his opponent turned out to be Lin Qing.

Actually, Han Zheng had no ill will towards Lin Qing.

Lin Qing was talented, but he was also quite scheming, which might relate to his father being the Chief Clerk.

To scheme all the way from a small county town to the Cang Mountain Sword Sect, and even to become an Inner Door legitimate disciple, a core disciple of the Cang Mountain Sword Sect, truly took ability.

But some things cannot be achieved by scheming alone.

What Lin Qing lacked was exactly that martial artist's spirit of forging ahead fearlessly, preferring death over retreat.

The pursuit of Martial Arts is to keep moving forward in contemplation, never to halt in it.

Sometimes, thinking too much is not necessarily a good thing.

At that moment, Lin Qing saw Su Wuming stepping onto the stage and his face was immediately filled with bitterness.

The good news was that he hadn't encountered Xiao Qiushui or Han Zheng.

The bad news was that Su Wuming was not an easy opponent either.

Facing people from other Sects, as long as they weren't on the level of Xiao Qiushui and Han Zheng, Lin Qing had a certain level of confidence.

But facing Su Wuming, Lin Qing didn't have even the slightest confidence!

He had witnessed this man's prowess in action before; although seemingly at the Xuan Gang Realm, and not feeling overwhelmingly powerful, he could still unleash an incomparably intense combat strength.

Su Wuming could even withstand a full-powered attack from their Sect Elder Gongyang Qu, which shows how formidable his combat strength must be—how could he possibly fight against that?