Chapter 22: Battle with Kadewen

With a sword in hand, Changyang Hu's courage grew threefold, despite knowing deep down that he was still no match for the Saint-level Kadewen. However, he at least had the strength to put up a fight.

"Changyang Hu, do you really think you can fight me with just an ordinary iron sword? It's a delusion. Now, I'll show you the power of a Saint." As soon as he finished speaking, Kadewen charged at Changyang Hu, the two-meter-long greatsword in his hand seeming weightless, slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, moving incredibly fast.

Changyang Hu's expression turned grave, and he quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the greatsword as it swept past, tearing a few threads from his clothing and leaving them to drift slowly in the air.

After advancing to the Saint level, Kadewen's strength had undergone a tremendous transformation, far surpassing Changyang Hu, who was at the peak of the tenth level of Holy Power. Just the first attack was extremely dangerous for Changyang Hu.

"Ha!" Missing his target, Kadewen did not pause. He advanced, the powerful aura emanating from his body pressing down on Changyang Hu, and then he swung his golden greatsword again, aiming for Changyang Hu.

Seeing the formidable greatsword coming, Changyang Hu did not choose to block it. The ordinary iron sword in his hand could not withstand the powerful Saint weapon in Kadewen's possession.

The speed of the greatsword's attack was incredibly fast, leaving Changyang Hu no time to think. Sensing the greatsword rapidly approaching his head, Changyang Hu rolled to the side without hesitation, disregarding his dignity at that moment.

"Boom!"

Just as Changyang Hu had moved, Kadewen's greatsword struck the spot where Changyang Hu had been standing, the powerful energy contained in the Saint weapon leaving a deep crack in the stone platform. The crack spread out like a spider web, covering an area of about one meter.

Seizing the opportunity while Kadewen was still unable to retract his Saint weapon, Changyang Hu swung his iron sword with all his might, aiming for Kadewen.

"Hmph!" Kadewen sneered, and with a swift movement, the golden greatsword, glowing with a brilliant golden light, struck Changyang Hu's iron sword with incredible speed.

The clash of the weapons produced a sharp, ringing sound, and Changyang Hu's iron sword was sent flying by the force of Kadewen's Saint weapon. The intense shock from the sword handle split the skin at the base of Changyang Hu's thumbs, causing blood to trickle down.

Next, Kadewen kicked out with his foot, striking Changyang Hu's chest with great force, sending his robust body flying off the platform. As he was still in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted from Changyang Hu's mouth, and his face turned pale.

"Brother!" Jiandust's face changed, and he immediately leaped up from the ground, running in the air towards Changyang Hu. Just as Changyang Hu was about to hit the ground, Jiandust caught him steadily.

"Cough, cough!" On the ground, Changyang Hu coughed violently, blood droplets spattering from his mouth. The power of a Saint was much greater than that of a non-Saint, and even at the peak of the tenth level of Holy Power, Changyang Hu suffered significant internal injuries from just one kick.

"Brother, are you badly hurt?" Jiandust, suppressing his anger, looked at Changyang Hu with concern.

Changyang Hu shook his head, his eyes filled with rage as he stared at the smug Kadewen on the platform. "I'm fine. I didn't expect Kadewen to have successfully condensed a Saint weapon and become a Saint. Now, I'm no match for him." His tone was low and filled with intense anger.

"I'm sorry, Brother, it's my fault." Seeing Changyang Hu's pale face from his injuries, Jiandust felt a twinge of guilt.

Hearing this, Changyang Hu frowned and turned to Jiandust, his voice tinged with anger. "Fourth Brother, what are you saying? Do you still consider me your brother?" His expression then darkened, and he sighed. "Unfortunately, your brother is useless and hasn't broken through to become a Saint. Otherwise, Kadewen would be no match for me."

Changyang Hu's words warmed Jiandust's heart. He looked up at Kadewen on the platform, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said calmly, "Brother, rest here for a moment. I'll avenge you." With that, Jiandust started to walk towards the platform.

Hearing this, Changyang Hu's face changed, and he immediately held back Jiandust. "No, Fourth Brother, you're no match for Kadewen. Don't go."

Jiandust smiled faintly. "Brother, trust me." His expression was filled with confidence, and he broke free from Changyang Hu's grip, jumping onto the platform.

"Heavens, what is he going to do...?"

"It looks like he's going to challenge Kadewen. Heavens, is he crazy...?"

"He only has the power of the eighth level of Holy Power, yet he dares to challenge Kadewen, who has already condensed a Saint weapon and become a Saint. Isn't he just asking for trouble..."

As Jiandust stepped onto the platform, a chorus of gasps rose from the crowd below. No one believed that Jiandust, with only the eighth level of Holy Power, could be a match for Kadewen, who had already condensed a Saint weapon and become a Saint.

"How can he be so reckless? Kadewen is a Saint, much stronger than those at the tenth level of Holy Power. How can he possibly be a match for Kadewen?" A girl who had sat opposite Jiandust in the library whispered, her face filled with worry.

Seeing Jiandust jump onto the platform, Kadewen's expression was momentarily stunned, but he quickly recovered, sneering. "What, Changyang Xiangtian, do you really think you can fight me?"

Jiandust's eyes showed a hint of disdain. "Why not?"

Kadewen's expression froze, then he smiled coldly. "Sure, why not." In his mind, he was already planning how to humiliate Jiandust. After all, during the freshmen tournament, Jiandust had thrown Kadewen's sister, Kadewen Qiuli, off the platform, which had left a deep grudge in the hearts of Kadewen and his brother.

Jiandust walked to the center of the platform and picked up the greatsword that Changyang Hu had dropped. Feeling the weight of the greatsword, Jiandust's brow furrowed. The greatsword, though not quite a hundred pounds, was still very heavy. If it weren't for his Holy Power reaching the eighth level, picking up the greatsword would have been a difficult task.

In his previous life, Jiandust had used a slender, two-finger-wide sword, renowned for his fast sword techniques and his mastery of swordsmanship. Now, with a greatsword, he felt constrained. The greatsword was very heavy, and he couldn't wield it freely, as even moving it required a lot of effort. Unfortunately, there were no other weapons available on the platform.

After a moment of hesitation, Jiandust decided to fight unarmed, giving him an advantage in speed and agility.

Standing in the center of the platform, Jiandust looked calmly at Kadewen, flexing his fists. "Go ahead, I'll fight you unarmed."

Kadewen's face changed. To him, this was clearly a sign of disrespect. A person at the eighth level of Holy Power saying he would fight a Saint who had condensed a Saint weapon unarmed was a severe insult.

Kadewen's eyes turned cold, and he sneered. "Changyang Xiangtian, you're too arrogant." He then made his golden greatsword disappear. "To avoid others saying I'm bullying you, come on, I'll fight you unarmed."

Hearing this, Jiandust's face showed a strange smile, and he charged forward without further ado. When he reached Kadewen, he threw a powerful punch, the air whistling as it approached Kadewen's head.

Kadewen's face remained disdainful, and he threw a punch as well, colliding with Jiandust's. A faint golden light glowed from his fist, a sign of his Saint-level power.

Just as their fists were about to collide, in a split second, Jiandust's fist suddenly opened into a palm. When it made contact with Kadewen's fist, the force of his palm, which had been hard and fierce, suddenly became soft like a sponge. Then, his arm moved in a Tai Chi-like pattern, guiding Kadewen's fist in circles, neutralizing the powerful force. He then swiftly extended his other hand, forming a knife-like palm, and struck the joint in the middle of Kadewen's arm.

"Crack!"

A light sound of bones dislocating echoed, and Jiandust's hand knife dislocated the joint in Kadewen's arm. Kadewen let out a muffled groan, his face turning pale from the intense pain.

After dislocating the joint in Kadewen's arm, Jiandust did not pause. He grabbed Kadewen's arm and twisted it forcefully.

"Ah!"

Kadewen's composure was shattered, and he let out a pig-like scream of pain. The intense pain in his arm felt as if it had been severed, and the excruciating pain was something he had never experienced before. His face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Hearing Kadewen's pitiful scream, the crowd below fell silent, all staring at Jiandust on the platform with shock and disbelief. The situation was clearly different from what they had expected.

"When did Fourth Brother become so powerful? From the looks of it, Kadewen must have suffered a significant loss. He's a Saint, and even without his Saint weapon, his strength is still far greater than mine," Changyang Hu muttered, his voice filled with surprise.