Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword-Chapter 792 - 769 Thanks (2/3)

Zhou Heng laughed heartily and said, "What benefit does it provide for me?"

"Benefit?" Yan Jinrui also chuckled and said, "When you fight me, the only result will be your defeat. And if I’m the one to defeat you, you’ll inevitably suffer some pain. Why not surrender on your own accord? This way, you can spare yourself some pain and gain some dignity. After all, conceding to me isn’t shameful; others will merely see you as someone who recognizes their limits!"

"Your eloquence is impressive!" Zhou Heng nodded and said.

"So, does that mean you agree?" Yan Jinrui was slightly pleased. Despite his confidence in winning, Zhou Heng’s unfathomable depth made him uncertain. If he could avoid this fight, he could face the winner between Sun Zhuoli and Qiao Qingqing with peak condition.

Then, this title of Holy Water Envoy would belong to him again!

If otherwise, and the title fell to Qiao Qingqing or Sun Zhuoli, one of them would have two Holy Water Envoy titles, equaling him. But if he won again this time, with three Holy Water Envoy honors, he would be the undisputed first among his generation!

He wasn’t afraid of battle, just reluctant to waste his power on meaningless combat!

Zhou Heng smiled faintly and said, "Why don’t you surrender to me? That way, you can spare yourself some pain. After all, conceding to me isn’t really that shameful!"

Screw you!

Who am I? A direct descendant of the Creation King’s bloodline, a king among the Sublimation Sovereigns of this generation, how could I possibly concede? To do so would disgrace not only myself but also the Yan Family behind me and our Creation King Old Ancestor!

"Zhou Heng, must you be so self-destructive?" Yan Jinrui’s gaze turned cold.

Zhou Heng’s expression remained indifferent, and he lightly commanded, "Kneel!"

Buzz, the imposing aura of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon raged!

Yan Jinrui felt a tightness within, as if his Spiritual Power scattered, and his legs involuntarily gave way, making him kneel before Zhou Heng with a thud.

— He was just a Sublimation Sovereign, not a Martial King. How could he possibly resist Zhou Heng’s aura within the same realm? Not only affected, but completely suppressed, with life or death hinging on Zhou Heng’s whim.

Wow, the entire arena erupted!

They couldn’t hear the duo’s conversation but only saw them move their lips around for a bit before Yan Jinrui knelt down.

This is definitely rigged!

Everyone looked on with disdain; how could there be insider dealings among the top four competitors? It’s a mockery of the Supreme Deity!

"So damn fake!"

"It’s rigged!"

"Backroom dealing!"

"Both of their qualifications should be revoked!"

The crowd was outraged, feeling like they were being toyed with, and the rigging seemed blatantly obvious.

Yan Jinrui felt like crying; he didn’t choose to kneel, but was overwhelmed by an indescribable pressure, leaving him powerless to resist. He knew that his entire body shook, cold sweat poured, and he was engulfed by an indescribable terror.

It was as if the man standing opposite him was the master of heaven and earth, and daring to disrespect him was an unpardonable sin!

Zhou Heng smiled faintly and announced, "Since this guy conceded, I suppose I won?"

"You... won!" After a while, an old voice echoed in the arena, emanating the aura of a Sublimation Emperor, which quelled all the noise in the venue — such a significant event would undoubtedly prompt the Holy Immortals Hall to dispatch their strongest to maintain order.

Still, Yan Jinrui’s inexplicable surrender was hard even for him to immediately accept.

Zhou Heng winked at Yan Jinrui and said, "Thanks!" before turning and leaving the Martial Battle Arena.

Poof, Yan Jinrui forcibly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and, as a dignified Sublimation Sovereign, fainted from rage.

Even though this battle left many in the audience suspicious of any rigging, the result was now certain. They could only accept it and look forward to the second match being spectacular, hoping it would at least involve a real fight.

Qiao Qingqing and Sun Zhuoli immediately entered the arena, ready for the second semifinal to commence.

Qiao Qingqing appeared to be a beautiful woman in her twenties, exuding a valiant aura, giving off a vibe akin to the Blue Dragon Empress. However, the gap in realm was vast, and her beauty wasn’t on the same level as the Blue Dragon Empress; she fell short in comparison.

These two were old rivals, but since their last confrontation was a millennium ago, they initially didn’t go all out, merely probing each other. However, the battle soon turned intense, creating an earth-shattering spectacle, causing the audience to cheer in excitement.

After half an hour of fierce combat, Qiao Qingqing had the upper hand, landing a palm strike on Sun Zhuoli’s back, sending him flying out of the Martial Battle Arena and ending the semifinal.

Finally, it was the final match between Zhou Heng and Qiao Qingqing.

According to the rules, Qiao Qingqing was entitled to a one-hour rest, which, while not significantly beneficial, was enough to recover some spent Spiritual Power and stamina. Yet, after winning, she didn’t leave the Martial Battle Arena but directly issued a challenge.

"Zhou Heng, come down for a fight!"

Zhou Heng smiled slightly, sensing that her challenge, though seemingly reckless and impulsive, was far from foolish!

How much Spiritual Power could you restore in just one hour?

Having just defeated Sun Zhuoli, she’s currently at the peak of her fighting spirit, her battle power at its highest!

"Then let’s fight!" Zhou Heng gracefully descended into the Martial Battle Arena, also wishing to conclude this meaningless battle quickly and, taking advantage of the opportunity to receive Holy Water, escape from this place!

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Qiao Qingqing repeatedly cried out, clapping her hands together, her eyes emanating a green Sword Qi, forming into a tangible treasured sword, which she caught and swung out.

A green shadow flashed, bone-chilling in its coldness!

Previously, during her battle with Sun Zhuoli, she hadn’t used a weapon at all, but facing Zhou Heng, she unsheathed her sword, showing her absolute seriousness towards him.

Zhou Heng pointed his finger, Five Elements Runes circulating, wrapping his finger in Golden Light, its hardness rivaling that of an Immortal Artifact in the Sublimation Realm! Using his finger as a sword, he executed the Starry Sky Sword Technique.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Golden Sword Qi flowed, evolving into a vast starry sky, with life, death, decay, and glory.

Boom!

Sword Qi collided, stirring up wave after wave of dust, but before the dust could unfurl, it was absorbed by the Sword Qi, like gray dragons crashing towards one another.

Zhou Heng remained unmoved, simply flicking his fingers, appearing calm and composed. In contrast, Qiao Qingqing was forced into a sorry state by the golden Sword Qi, the difference in their abilities clear at a glance.

The entire audience was rendered speechless, only regaining the ability to speak after a long while.

"I really didn’t expect Zhou Heng to be so strong!"

"So, does this mean his previous victory over Yan Jinrui wasn’t rigged?"

"Rigged, my ass! Just because you’re stupid doesn’t mean everyone else is too. Even if Zhou Heng and Yan Jinrui had conspired beforehand, would Yan Jinrui really kneel in public given his status?"

"Exactly, kneeling in public would leave him with no face to show in the future!"

"It’s clear Zhou Heng is just too powerful!"

At this moment, the opinion swung, no one doubted Zhou Heng’s strength anymore; instead, they actively began to clear his name.

"You’re very strong!" Qiao Qingqing suddenly withdrew her sword and stood firm, her face full of seriousness.

Zhou Heng smiled slightly, saying, "Then why not concede? I’m not accustomed to hitting women!"

Upon hearing this, the Red Dragon Empress in the stands rolled her eyes instantly; her full and charming hips still hurt a bit now!

"However, you are not my match!" Qiao Qingqing shifted her tone, flicking her long sword, "You are worthy of me using my full strength!"

She lightly tapped her chest, and a mysterious power circulated. Her aura suddenly surged, boiling like the sea, as vast as an ocean!

Boom!

Everyone in the audience felt a pain in their chests, their faces turned very pale, and a great fear arose in their hearts.

Sublimation Emperor!

Qiao Qingqing was actually a Sublimation Emperor!

The terrifying aura flowed, deep and immeasurable like a vast ocean, yet turbulent and overwhelming, unstoppable!

A Sublimation Emperor against a Sublimation Sovereign is definitely an absolute crush!

"I never imagined, after a thousand years, Qiao Qingqing had broken through to become a Sublimation Emperor!"

"Among the younger generation, she is the true King!"

"The only King!"

"Qiao Qingqing!"

"Qiao Qingqing!"

"Qiao Qingqing!"

The voices of the spectators outside gradually unified, merging into a single chorus, as if trying to rip the sky apart.

Martial Artists all worship strength, and Qiao Qingqing had displayed might that was unattainable for them, sparking a fervent admiration in everyone.

The outcome of this battle was already obvious; a Sublimation Emperor against a Sublimation Sovereign is an easy suppression, isn’t it?

"Are you still going to continue?" Qiao Qingqing’s aura reached its peak, revealing her fact of advancing to Sublimation Emperor at the crucial moment of the finals, intending to make a sensational debut and dominantly climb to the top.

Admittedly, this woman actually valued vanity very much.

Zhou Heng laughed heartily, saying, "Just a mere One Aspect Sublimation Emperor! How about this, if you can force me back one step, I’ll consider you the winner!"

Considering you the winner?

What an arrogant tone, too outrageous!

"A mere Sublimation Sovereign dares to speak to a Sublimation Emperor like that?"

"You don’t get it, right? A Sublimation Sovereign battling a Sublimation Emperor is destined to lose, but being arrogant verbally can save a bit of face!"

"Indeed, no matter what, a Sublimation Emperor can defeat a Sublimation Sovereign in one move. By saying he loses if forced back one step, he’s essentially putting on airs!"

"Shameless!"

"So shameless!"

Everyone was indignant, in a fair duel, every Martial Artist despises such tricks!

The competition is of battle power, not verbal skills!

"Beat him to death!"

"Take him down!"

The crowd exclaimed successively, pointing their thumbs down, showing their absolute contempt.

But Qiao Qingqing remained composed; she had seen too many arrogant geniuses, so what? Being defeated by her, they would naturally cry tears of bitterness!

She flicked her long sword, the terrifying aura circulated, making the air ripple like the surface of water.

"Yan Guixi!"

Qiao Qingqing launched her sword, graceful as a flying swallow, unleashing a green radiance. (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivator. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)

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