Chapter 37

In the arena.

After using the "Snow Walk" technique to change position, Chao Qingteng did not stop for a moment. While Xu Xiaoshou was speaking, he crossed his hands and instantly made dozens of hand seals.

Xu Xiaoshou immediately felt terrible.

This was definitely a big move. He had only been distracted for a moment, and Chao Qingteng had already taken advantage of it.

Liu Zhen, I have failed you. I have committed the grave mistake of underestimating my opponent!

He instantly leaped out, but the distance was too great, and he could not get close in one go.

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of spirit crystal, barely restoring a bit of spirit energy, and then delivered a slow but powerful sword strike.

The Web Sword Technique!

Facing the sudden onslaught of the sword web, Chao Qingteng ignored it and struck the air with a bloody palm.

"Great Cold Without Weapon!"

After doing this, he picked up the Ice River Sword to勉强 resist the sword web.

With a hissing sound, Chao Qingteng's flesh was torn to shreds.

Xu Xiaoshou could hardly imagine how terrifying the move he was determined to complete was. Just a moment later, the ankle-deep snow in his "perception" was summoned by the spirit seals in the air, slowly rising.

The audience wiped their eyes. The snow had already accumulated thickly on the ground. Once it was summoned, the arena instantly turned white, making even the figures blurry.

"Command!"

Chao Qingteng shouted clearly, and the sword intent in the sky sliced through the air.

In that instant, each snowflake burst with a chilling sword intent, like countless tiny swords rising into the air.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. Chao Qingteng was truly ruthless!

It turned out that the initial snowfall was not just for the "Snow Walk" technique; it was also for the "Great Cold Without Weapon."

The sword intent snowflakes, following Chao Qingteng's command, instantly crisscrossed, drawing endless sword light in the arena.

Not only did it instantly destroy Xu Xiaoshou's sword web, but it also pierced through his innate physical body.

Xiao Qiuxiu's face was grave. This terrifying innate spirit technique, though named "Great Cold Without Weapon," contained the intent of death in each snowflake!

Can Xu Xiaoshou really hold on?

In the audience's eyes, in the white expanse of the arena, a point suddenly burst with blood in all directions.

This was Xu Xiaoshou's position!

Xu Xiaoshou gritted his teeth, even closing his eyes, for if he didn't, his eyeballs might be pierced by the sword intent snowflakes.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Each snowflake was a small, incredibly sharp sword. His innate physical body could not withstand it, and his body was instantly pierced with countless bloody holes.

Xiao Qiuxiu was ready to act. If Xu Xiaoshou showed any sign of giving up, he would intervene immediately.

Chao Qingteng panted heavily. He had used all his trump cards, and this move had cost him almost half of his spirit energy. Yet, Xu Xiaoshou was still holding on?

Is the innate physical body really that strong?

He gritted his teeth and flew over, striking Xu Xiaoshou with a palm.

"Is he crazy?!"

The audience was shocked. Even with the situation in his favor, how could Chao Qingteng choose close combat? Was he not afraid of Xu Xiaoshou turning the tide in close combat?

"No!" Suddenly, someone slapped his thigh and stood up. "It's the 'Mystic Ice Sealing Hand'! This is an innate peak spirit technique. Xu Xiaoshou is finished!"

"The 'Mystic Ice Sealing Hand'?"

Even Elder Qiao was shocked. He knew that this spirit technique could rank among the top in the Inner Court.

He tightly gripped his robe. Xu Xiaoshou was in grave danger!

Xu Xiaoshou, still unable to see clearly, was struggling against the sword intent snowflakes. The "Endless Life" inside him was frantically operating.

Piercing, repairing...

Repairing, piercing...

The pain Xu Xiaoshou was enduring was even more intense than when he was refining the "Ashen Flame Seed."

"Attacked, passive value, +1."

"Attacked, passive value, +1."

"..."

A thousand pieces of information flashed through his mind, indicating the density of the sword intent snowflakes' attacks was insane!

Xu Xiaoshou was truly relying on his willpower to hold on. He "perceived" Chao Qingteng's palm strike and finally used his skill points.

"Sword Mastery (Postnatal Level 7)."

"Sword Mastery (Postnatal Level 8)."

A large amount of knowledge flooded his mind, and Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have found a way to break the deadlock.

He endured the pain in his body, suddenly raised "Zangku," and poured the surging sword intent into the sword, making a desperate move!

Whoosh!

"Zangku" broke through the air at high speed, the sword body burning with flames. However, Chao Qingteng was prepared and tilted his head, allowing the spirit sword to pierce only his shoulder!

The remaining momentum did not diminish. In the shocked gazes of the audience, it pierced through the arena's barrier and flew into the sky.

The audience had no time to pay attention to the spirit sword, as even with the shoulder wound, Chao Qingteng still struck with a fierce palm.

As for Xu Xiaoshou...

There was no way to turn the tide!

"Mystic Ice Sealing Hand!"

Boom!

With a sound, the rapidly piercing sword intent snowflakes suddenly stopped.

With Chao Qingteng at the center of the arena, all the space behind Xu Xiaoshou turned into a massive ice block under this terrifying palm.

Half of the arena was frozen solid!

The entire arena was silent. The ice block, larger than a house, was truly astonishing.

The scene froze.

Then the audience discovered in horror that it wasn't over yet!

Chao Qingteng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was covered in blood, and with his hands clasped, he shouted, "Seal!"

Snap!

With a faint sound, in the incredulous gazes of the audience, the ice block, which occupied half the arena, instantly shrank, tightly encasing Xu Xiaoshou.

Only his last frozen posture, with his hands raised, remained.

"Damn!"

Everyone's eyes bulged!

Such a large ice block had instantly shrunk to such a small size. The density it had condensed into could instantly turn a person into an ice statue!

Was there any chance of survival? This move was too crazy!

Is Xu Xiaoshou dead?

Xiao Qiuxiu took a deep breath. He sensed that something big was happening.

As always, the referee's greatest fear was such a decisive move.

If you intervened to save him, it would be like admitting defeat for Xu Xiaoshou, and he probably wouldn't appreciate it; if you stood by and watched, it would be like watching a contestant die. What could he do?

He could only slowly raise his hand: "The match is..."

Whoosh!

At that moment, a sound that tore through the air interrupted Xiao Qiuxiu's words.

Everyone looked towards the sky in confusion and saw "Zangku," which had pierced Chao Qingteng's shoulder and disappeared into the sky, flying back at lightning speed.

Chao Qingteng turned in terror and saw the black dot rapidly enlarge, piercing through his chest and slamming into the ice block that had frozen Xu Xiaoshou.

"Pfft!"

Chao Qingteng's body bent, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained fragments of his liver.

Xiao Qiuxiu's attempt to stop the sword was too slow. This incredible counterattack was something even he hadn't anticipated.

"Zangku" was embedded in the ice block, buzzing excitedly, showing great spirit.

Xiao Qiuxiu was shocked. This was...

A sword with spirit?

Xu Xiaoshou had actually grasped the threshold of innate sword intent!

Zhou Tiancan, outside the arena, stood up excitedly. Looking at the trembling "Zangku," he felt his own fighting spirit rise.

This sword was too strong!

Really too strong!

Ten times stronger than the Xu Xiaoshou from a day ago!

Elder Qiao was stunned. He had never imagined that after just a few days of seclusion, Xu Xiaoshou could make such progress!

This was simply unbelievable!

In a waiting area, a staff member helped the fallen Muzi Xi back onto her chair. The green-clad girl's mouth was wide open in an "O" shape, and her long pigtails were almost pulled off.

Crack, crack!

With the sword's vibration, the ice block cracked.

Xu Xiaoshou's wounds were frozen, and he felt his soul trembling.

The only reason he could still maintain a bit of clarity was because of the power of "Endless Life"!

Walking out of the ice block, his lips trembled, and his body collapsed to the ground.

"What kind of sword technique is this!" Chao Qingteng's face was full of resentment.

Xu Xiaoshou trembled, slowly exhaling a breath of cold air.

"The White Cloud Sword Technique."

"Subject to doubt, passive value, +1."

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