The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 186 - 162: East Continent Champion Chu Huaixu
On the high platform, even Lu Pan didn’t expect that after setting up the array, the arena would still turn into ruins.
It seemed that the root cause still lay in that cyan-black airflow.
The array remained intact, yet it had been penetrated by the airflow.
Lu Pan, an Array Grandmaster of the Eighth Realm, knew that the Bronze Sword, currently having only unlocked its first restriction, couldn’t have achieved this on its own.
"These Evil Qi, indeed, are impossible to guard against," thought the Law Enforcement Elder.
Even if he faced the Evil Sword, these cyan-black Evil Qi would devour his power, making it impossible to resist, without exception.
However, everyone could see that Chu Huaixu was actually able to resolve the issue of the Evil Qi?
This was the ultimate evil Qi of heaven and earth!
"To be precise, it seemed the Daoist Ancestor Sword Scabbard absorbed it," thought Xiang Yan and others.
Truly, the Dao Ancestor lived up to the name of Dao Ancestor.
To still have this sort of fallback!
For those in the Daoist Sect, any matter beyond understanding instantly becomes rational if it involves the Dao Ancestor.
On the arena, Chu Huaixu stood slightly hunched, leaning on his sword.
Zhegu Heaven was not a giant sword, unable to let him stand proudly and place the giant sword tip against the ground.
He was now covered in blood, severely wounded, but the Spirit Sword became a support for his hunched figure.
The Super Grade Spirit Sword, used as a cane.
This scene, however, would not make anyone underestimate him.
In the sunken ruins, the figure in a black robe leaning on his sword left a deep imprint on countless people’s hearts.
Including his previous indomitable spirit, including his unchanged expression despite being gravely wounded.
No matter how he stands now, in what form he stands.
The key is — he is still standing!
Then he is the top leader of the East Continent!
At this moment, Chu Huaixu did not even take a deep breath, for his internal organs were severely injured.
The rebellious self-healing ability of the "Dao Scripture" was exerting its effect at this moment.
But he was so gravely injured that it would also take time, impossible to recover in such a short moment.
He took out several Healing Elixirs from his Storage Token and stuffed three into his mouth in one go.
After doing this, Chu Huaixu’s attention turned to Xu Ziqing.
Xiaoxu was even more seriously injured than he was.
Xu Ziqing’s left arm was crippled, and now his right arm was also useless.
The internal organs were probably just as bad; if not for Body Refining, the situation would have been terrible.
Chu Huaixu seriously suspected that once Xu Ziqing used a sword according to "Borrowed Sword," it would undoubtedly leave irreparable hidden injuries, a huge price to pay!
Harming a junior brother who respected him to this extent, his heart couldn’t bear it; he intended to walk over and feed him some of the Healing Elixirs he had refined himself.
Although the grade couldn’t compare to those given by the great cultivators, winning in personal craftsmanship, it might convey warmth?
Of course, on the way over, Chu Huaixu had another important thing to attend to.
The Bronze Sword, which he had sent flying with a single strike, was now quietly lying among the ruins.
During the two climbs to the Hidden Spirit Mountain, just because he had a Heart Sword in his Sea of Consciousness, because the Spiritual Power flowing in his body was identical to the Dao Ancestor, this Evil Sword exerted Spiritual Pressure, demanding he kneel.
Want me to kneel?
Damn it, I’m a team member!
Even if crossing realms, one cannot lose face!
On that day, Chu Huaixu was made to bleed from his seven orifices by the Spiritual Pressure, his Sea of Consciousness nearly collapsed, yet he did not kneel.
Today, he fought the Bronze Sword’s first restriction unlocking with the power of the First Realm, and he won.
Dragging his severely wounded body, carrying the ailing sword within his Sea of Consciousness, he walked forward, albeit with difficulty.
He intended to go feed Xiaoxu the Spirit Pills.
However, as he passed by the Bronze Sword, he spoke softly, with an exceptionally calm tone: "You lost."
Now it’s you lying at my feet.
The Sword Spirit of the Evil Sword was being forcibly sealed by the restriction left by the Dao Ancestor, gradually falling into slumber.
The last scene it saw was this man in black robes stepping over it.
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The grudge of the past, repaid today.
You wanted me to kneel in humiliation, so I return to you the shame of being stepped over.
Sitting on the high platform, Xiang Yan and others were somewhat dazed watching this scene.
Jiang Zhi even had a slight twitch at the corner of his eyes.
But somehow, he felt a bit pleased, a bit satisfied!
This Evil Sword always stood at the pinnacle, looking down on everyone equally.
Everyone who reached the peak of Hidden Spirit Mountain would feel its condescending gaze and disdain.
But the result of the contest for the top leader was undoubtedly contrary to many people’s expectations.
Xiang Yan and Jiang Zhi couldn’t help but exchange a glance.
What Daoist Ancestor’s Proverbs, what swordsman serving the fate of heaven, what the number one sword in the world... all were slashed apart by this young disciple on the stage!
Before the Junior Martial Uncle returned to the sect, due to Li Chunsong’s mistake, everyone thought Chu Huaixu was the destined child of fate.
Everyone was anticipating him to take this sword.
Only to end up disappointed.
But now?
Somehow, the words he engraved on the Gentleman Stele began to echo once again in the minds of the Daoist Sect leaders.
"A gentleman uses things, not is used by them."
He proved with his strength — without this sword, so what!
As the Sect Leader, Xiang Yan’s mind was already racing, needing to preside over the subsequent matters.
Earlier, when he saw the words engraved by Chu Huaixu, he couldn’t help but think, do we really want to place the hope of saving the world on an Evil Sword?
"Perhaps, the situation now is a bit better than what was mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s Proverbs?"
On the high platform, the most excited ones were Li Chunsong and Chu Yinyin.
The face of the Dead Gambler was turning so red it was almost purple.
He looked like he had drunk an entire jar of Spirit Wine by himself, intoxication hitting him, the alcohol rushing straight to his face.
He couldn’t help but rub his hands frantically, unable to hide the smile on his face, the corners of his mouth refusing to drop.
"Did I win?"
"No, no, no! I won again!"
"Hahahaha!"
The former Charitable Gambling King not laughing out loud was already a great restraint.
He never thought that after accepting a new disciple upon descending the mountain, he, who always lost in gambling, would start creating an unbeaten legend!
Even the Dead Gambler himself found it outrageous.
"We actually won this!!"
"How in the world did we win this fight!"
Li Chunsong’s goodwill towards Chu Huaixu soared, and he even started thinking, should I lower myself and become his third master?
Chu Yinyin was even more straightforward; she couldn’t sit still in her big chair and immediately jumped off.
"I told you Chu Huaixu would definitely win! None of you believed me!" The old girl spoke directly, right in their faces.
She was feeling extremely proud now; Chu Huaixu really did her proud.
Additionally, she was always reckless, fearing no one, especially not Junior Martial Uncle Jiang Zhi, so she continued:
"All day long setting up Restrictions, saying that those below the Seventh Realm are not worthy of knowing!"
"Do you even know what you’re talking about!"
Chu Yinyin puffed out her flat chest, swelling with pride.
In her view, apart from Li Chunsong having dumb luck, do you think anyone else can see as clearly as I do?
And yet you won’t let me join!
Now, it is my future disciple who has won the East Continent Championship!
And I too have invested; I too have trained him!
"Can you guys even do it?" She thought to herself, a mingled look of disdain and smugness crossing her baby-fat face.
Yet, Xiang Yan and the others found it hard to refute.
Jiang Zhi’s face instantly darkened, as if reverting to its original true color.
Meanwhile, within the Inner Sect of the Daoist Sect, in that Purple Bamboo Forest.
The Daoist Nun perched atop a giant stone did not continue her closed cultivation today, but instead spread her Divine Sense, paying attention to everything happening in the Martial Arts Arena.
A faint smile appeared on her face as well.
On the arena, Chu Huaixu had already fed Xu Ziqing with an Elixir, and had briefly checked his injuries.
The two Inner Sect Disciples guarding nearby quickly stepped forward to assist him.
After finishing these tasks, Chu Huaixu leaned on his Spirit Sword and stood up with difficulty.
What should be done next?
Do nothing.
"Then, enjoy the cheers, Chu Huaixu." He told himself.
The entire Martial Arts Arena resounded with shouts that echoed to the heavens and earth.
Not only the Daoist disciples, but also many Outer Sect disciples were loudly applauding him.
From today onwards, his name would reverberate throughout the East Continent!
Chu Huaixu, the East Continent Champion.
Who in the world would not know you?
Amidst wave after wave of cheers, this black-robed man also began to reveal a hint of youthful vigor on his face.
The little black sword in his Sea of Consciousness was also incredibly excited at this moment.
Today, both he and it had triumphed over the Bronze Sword.
The Heart Sword began to tremble at this moment.
It was as if it emitted a cheerfully inaudible sword hum!
This caused all the Spirit Swords below the arena to start vibrating, accompanying it with waves of sword hums!
Amid all these sounds, Chu Huaixu leaned on her sword, looking at her in the crowd.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Han, for lending the sword."
"Return to the owner." He said with a smile to Han Shuangjiang.
[Zhegu Heaven], under the guidance of his breath, flew forward, landing in the sword scabbard in Han Shuangjiang’s hand.
He could even feel that this sword was somewhat... reluctant?
On this point, Big Ice Cube as its owner naturally knew too.
But now was definitely not the time to fuss over this with the Dead Fox.
She certainly had to offer her most sincere congratulations to him!
On the high platform, the cultivation big shots from the Four Great Sects could see the spirited look on this young man’s face.
But they all felt it was nothing.
Because according to the rules, it would most likely be this young man enjoying the cheers of ten thousand people, entering the treacherous first layer of the [Origin Spirit Realm].
If it truly is as the Dao Ancestor’s Proverbs say, and this time’s level of danger would far surpass the past, then what would be the outcome, who could guarantee, who could be one hundred percent sure?
Moreover, everything concerning the Origin Spirit Realm is a confidential matter among confidential matters.
Most people would not know what this young man is about to do for the world.
So, before he sets off...
——The world should know his name!
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