Chapter 36

(With a single breath, this chapter was written with such fluidity and passion, it made one's blood boil and yearn to draw the sword and sharpen its edge.)

"As you wish!"

Amidst the astonished and expectant gazes of the crowd, Chen Zong moved swiftly. His fingers tapped, flicked, and slid in rapid succession, retreating quickly to his seat. His left hand firmly grasped the hilt of the sword lying quietly on the table, while his right hand drew a perfect arc inward.

A gentle, resonant sound of the sword entered the ears, the sound of the blade sliding into the scabbard.

His steps staggered, his body crouched low, his center of gravity forward, his body turned slightly to the left, his left hand gripping the scabbard near his waist, his right hand fingers spread wide, approaching the hilt, his eyes becoming incredibly sharp, making it impossible to look directly at him.

A faint, indescribable sharpness gathered around Chen Zong, instantly spreading out. He seemed to transform into a divine sword, its edge shocking the world, then gradually becoming more restrained, all hidden within the scabbard, waiting for the moment of unsheathing to shock the heavens and move the spirits.

The True Sword Eight Forms... the Concealed Sword Form!

"What kind of sword technique is that?"

"What a sharp feeling."

Exclamations of surprise echoed around.

Yang Yigu, Li Zhen Shi, and others who practiced swordsmanship almost stood up, their faces full of shock. They could more clearly sense the incomparable sharpness gathered around Chen Zong.

An incomparable aura, unique and unparalleled.

It was as if... as if he and the sword in his hand had perfectly merged into one.

It was as if... he himself was a true sword... a sharp sword!

Tang Jun Luo's eyes seemed to emit a golden light, and with a low roar, he thrust his long spear forward, transforming into a golden dragon emerging from the depths, carrying incomparable power and might, as if shattering a mountain, hurtling towards Chen Zong.

A sharpness burst forth, his body trembling slightly, his right hand fingers spread wide, then gripping the hilt, drawing the sword!

The sword's resonant sound lingered, as if it could echo for three days.

The sharp sword light cut through the air, like a crescent moon slicing the night sky, unparalleled through the ages.

The Drawing Sword Form!

Under the influence of the Fierce Tiger Technique, the power of his blood and qi surged, his arm strength reaching two thousand pounds, executing the Drawing Sword Form to perfection. It was overwhelmingly powerful, no matter how hard or solid, nothing could resist this sword. The sharpness of the precious iron sword was pushed to its limit, cutting through everything.

With one stroke, the golden dragon seemed to emit a mournful cry, its head severed, and it immediately dissipated.

Thanks to the practice of the eighteen basic forms and the fast, accurate, and stable techniques, and because the three foundational sword techniques had reached the subtle realm, the True Sword Eight Forms advanced further in the perfect realm, getting closer to the subtle realm.

His body moved like waves, advancing and retreating, his aura unstoppable, as if cutting through thorns and moving forward without hesitation.

Once the sword is drawn, there is no turning back!

A thousand auras!

The Charging Sword Form!

Tang Jun Luo's spear shook, transforming into a dragon dancing in the air.

The Soaring Dragon Form!

But the soaring dragon was shattered by the overwhelming impact of the Charging Sword Form, unable to match it.

"What is that?"

"Why is it so terrifying?"

The crowd around them was filled with shock.

It wasn't that they were overreacting; the sword technique Chen Zong used was incredibly powerful, not inferior to the first level of a low-grade human sword technique, and even better.

After all, the execution of foundational sword techniques did not require the explosive consumption of blood and qi.

It was exhilarating!

A good sword gave Chen Zong such a feeling, as if he could cut through a thousand armies with a single stroke.

His heroic spirit surged, asking who in the world could stand against him?

The Circular Sword Form!

The Cutting Sword Form!

At this moment, the gap in strength between the two seemed to disappear, only the dazzling sword light seemed to pierce and cut through everything.

Tang Jun Luo gritted his teeth; he never imagined that Chen Zong, wielding the precious iron sword, would be so terrifying when using that sword technique, completely beyond his expectations. He also realized that while he had made significant progress, the other party's progress was even greater.

But, so what?

With the dragon spear in my hand, who can break through?

His belief rose, his aura condensed, becoming even more powerful. A faint dragon's roar seemed to come from the heavens, or from within Tang Jun Luo. To some extent, Tang Jun Luo had undergone a transformation under the pressure of Chen Zong's True Sword Eight Forms.

The Chaotic Sword Form!

The sword light splashed, like butterflies among flowers, like a torrential rain, dense and continuous, seemingly endless, like a surging wave.

Retreat, retreat, retreat!

Tang Jun Luo wielded his spear with both hands, struggling to resist, but still had to step back step by step.

The collision of sword and spear produced a piercing, ear-splitting sound, countless sparks like summer night meteors, dazzling and mesmerizing, making people's hearts race and blood boil.

The Swift Sword Form!

One stroke, like riding the wind, like a meteor chasing the moon, as if coming from the void, piercing through the blinding flowers, through the mountains, through the sky.

A cold light, like a star from the heavens, magnified in Tang Jun Luo's eyes, filling the entire world, and also magnified in the eyes of the crowd, standing alone in the world.

Incredibly fast!

His arms swelled, veins bulging like pythons, his strength seemingly surpassing the limit, his hands spinning, the long spear rolling like a wheel, impenetrable.

The tip of the sword touched and withdrew instantly, the force exploding, making Tang Jun Luo's golden dragon spear tremble, his arms shaking, retreating step by step.

His left foot stepped forward heavily, his body turning to the right, his right arm holding the sword back like drawing a bow, his left hand pointing straight at Tang Jun Luo, the force like a whirlwind surging from his feet, through his waist, to his right arm, his arm swelling, his blood and qi like volcanic lava, almost bursting out, the overwhelming force unbearable.

The Explosive Sword Form!

The last and strongest form of the True Sword Eight Forms.

One stroke, as if it could shatter boulders, pierce mountains, split the earth, soar to the clouds, pierce the stars, and destroy the moon.

Everyone felt a terrifying sharpness, as if it would shatter them all into dust, making them shudder with fear.

"The Azure Dragon Form!"

Tang Jun Luo, under the most direct and intense pressure, felt suffocated, almost collapsing, but with his firm belief, he burst with all his strength, letting out a roar, like an azure dragon emerging from the sea and touring the heavens.

The dragon spear was pushed to its limit, the dragon pattern on the spear emitting a blood-red light, as if about to transform into a dragon and leap off the spear.

The roar and the spear's momentum merged, pouring out all his strength and might, breaking through some constraint in an instant, entering a new realm.

The Hidden Dragon Spear Technique... the Subtle Realm!

One stroke of the Azure Dragon Form, invincible!

This was the strongest collision, determining the winner and loser.

The sword and the spear, the tips of the sword and the spear, the Explosive Sword Form and the Azure Dragon Form!

Collision!

A sharp, ear-piercing sound, then everything went silent, countless sparks flying, colors fading, everything becoming black and white, blurry and distorted.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths!

After more than a dozen breaths, a faint sound finally sounded, slowly becoming clearer, the black and white world gradually regaining color, becoming vivid and returning to normal.

Chen Zong took five large steps back, leaving five marks on the hard floor, the sword body trembling, his right hand still shaking, his tiger's mouth split, a thread of blood flowing down the hilt.

Tang Jun Luo's hands were empty, his palms scraped and bleeding, his hands still trembling, the golden dragon spear, at some point, stuck in the back of the chair behind him, the spear body shaking.

But their eyes remained sharp and domineering.

The surroundings were deathly silent, not even a breath could be heard, only the shaking of the sword and spear bodies was clearly visible.

After more than a dozen breaths, other sounds finally sounded.

"Chen Zong, this battle, you win." Tang Jun Luo put his hands behind his back and said cheerfully.

"I should have won." Chen Zong admitted without hesitation, sheathing the sword, grabbing a white cloth to wipe the blood from the hilt.

In the end, it seemed evenly matched, but with one person still holding the sword and the other's spear dislodged, there was a clear winner.

After carefully examining the sword in his hand, such a collision had not damaged it, truly worthy of being a precious iron sword, making Chen Zong even more fond of it.

"Brilliant!" Tang Jun Hao clapped, not hiding his admiration. Even with his sixth-layer blood and qi cultivation, he found this battle incomparably exciting and flawless, making his blood boil.

The applause was intense, at this moment, everyone put aside their grudges.

Because they were all martial artists.

The applause subsided.

"Chen Zong, what is the name of the sword technique you used?" Tang Jun Luo asked, and the crowd perked up their ears, very curious.

"The True Sword Eight Forms." Chen Zong's tone was calm.

"The True Sword Eight Forms?" The crowd looked at each other, they had never heard of this name, even Li Zhen Shi, the young master of a sword technique family, had never heard of it.

But it did not hinder the fact that from this moment on, the name of this sword technique would be forever etched in their hearts, unforgettable until death.

"The True Sword Eight Forms... your sword can be called the peerless true sword." Tang Jun Luo said.

"It's far from enough." Chen Zong replied, not being modest, but speaking the truth.

The Rising Dragon Gathering was basically over, Chen Zong and Tang Jun Luo treated their wounds and stopped the bleeding.

The crowd did not rush to leave but stayed to discuss their insights and exchange martial arts knowledge.

"Thank you for the invitation, I'll take my leave."

"I'll take my leave."

"I'll take my leave."

There is no feast that does not end. The Rising Dragon Gathering had lasted for a long time and should come to an end. The crowd stood up to bid farewell to Tang Jun Hao and Tang Jun Luo.

"Chen Zong, today's battle was very satisfying, but in the future, I will challenge you again and defeat you." Tang Jun Luo looked directly at Chen Zong, saying each word clearly, not discouraged by the temporary defeat, his fighting spirit high.

"I won't stay in one place." Chen Zong smiled, raising the sword in his hand: "Also, thank you for the precious iron sword, I like it very much."

"Tang Jun Luo, I was unsatisfied with today's battle. In the future, I will make you use your full strength." Zhao Wangcheng's face was cold and stern.

"You won't catch up to me." Tang Jun Luo declared confidently.

"Let's go, want to find a place to drink?" Yang Yigu patted Chen Zong's shoulder and asked.

"Next time." Chen Zong smiled in response, he had things to do, drinking was not that important.

"Chen Zong, remember, I owe you a favor. When the opportunity arises, I will find you to spar." Li Zhen Shi left a message as he passed by.

"Brother Li, wait a moment." Chen Zong hurriedly caught up, he wanted to ask about the realm above the subtle realm.