Chapter 89

Gu Yueming's sword movements were unpredictable, so fast that even Zhuang Wudao's eyes could hardly distinguish them. If it weren't for the significant increase in his spiritual awareness two months ago, he would have been unable to track the trajectory of the sword.

Zhuang Wudao instinctively thought of the battle in Dongchuan Alley, where the cultivator with abnormally agile movements almost cost him his life. However, compared to the current Gu Yueming, that person was like a firefly to the bright moon, incomparable!

On the battlefield, among thousands of soldiers, if neither side could avoid, he could defeat Gu Yueming in just a few dozen rounds by sheer force. However, on this spacious arena, it was the most troublesome.

With a solemn expression, Zhuang Wudao completely abandoned the idea of a strong attack. Although his fleshly hands were not afraid of the sharp sword, he had to move them up and down, either slapping, flicking, or blocking, using all his strength to barely keep up with the changes in the sword light.

In just an instant, countless blinding sparks lit up around Zhuang Wudao. The flashes continued, accompanied by the metallic clashing sounds of 'clank'.

The boos from the crowd below the arena, which had been like a mountain's roar and a sea's wave, gradually subsided. All the spectators held their breath, watching the intense battle on the stage, their expressions tense and anxious.

The movements of both sides became faster and faster. After just twenty rounds, except for Zhuang Wudao, who still stood like a stake in place, the sword light and palm shadows between the two, as well as Gu Yueming's figure, were so fast that they could not be seen. Ordinary cultivators below the Bone Marrow Refinement stage could only see fragments of afterimages. The surrounding aura had also ravaged the ironwood arena, leaving it in a state of utter chaos, riddled with holes.

At this moment, only a few dozen people on the surrounding high platforms could clearly see the battle situation.

Beitang Wan'er was among them. Although her cultivation was only at the second level of the Qi Refinement stage, her eyesight and spiritual awareness were no less than those of cultivators in the middle to late stages of the Qi Refinement stage. Her expression was also exceptionally solemn.

"People say that Gu Yueming's talent is only second to Miss Wan'er. After seeing his battle with Zhuang Wudao today, I know it is well-deserved. This Moon God Sword of the Gu family can be called divine and unpredictable. If it weren't for the strong body and aura of the Bull Demon Yuanba, Zhuang Wudao would not be his match in ten rounds! In terms of talent and insight, among the peers in Yuecheng, only he can compare to Miss. Even if there is a gap, it is only a thin line."

Gu Yu sighed, a hint of worry in his eyes: "I originally thought that after Zhuang Wudao refined the Stone Ming Flame, he was sure to win. Now it seems that it is not necessarily so. The outcome of the battle between the two is still fifty-fifty."

Beitang Wan'er snorted coldly, neither confirming nor denying. Just now, Zhuang Wudao had narrowly avoided being pierced by Gu Yueming's sword light several times. He had only managed to avoid injury by relying on his body's invulnerability to weapons. Under the pressure of the sword, he was not as flexible as when he defeated him with the 'Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist,' and he seemed like a clumsy bear.

However, this did not mean that Zhuang Wudao was at a disadvantage. The Bull Demon Yuanba's body had a long-lasting strength, and at this moment, Zhuang Wudao was also intentionally holding back, conserving his true essence. Although Gu Yueming's movements were fast and his momentum strong, his true essence consumption was nearly double that of Zhuang Wudao.

What she was most worried about was the legendary ability of the Moon God Sword—

Beitang Cangjue, sitting in front, did not turn his head, as if he had already guessed what Beitang Wan'er was thinking, and smiled slightly: "I have also experienced the Moon God Sword of the Gu family several times, but it is not difficult for Zhuang Wudao to break it. On the contrary, you, Wan'er, have two heroes in the small Yuecheng who are not inferior to you. This shows that the world is full of hidden dragons and tigers, and heroes and valiant men are countless. In the future, do not be arrogant about your talent and underestimate your opponents."

Beitang Wan'er bowed in acknowledgment. Then she saw a moonlight shine. Her mind instantly became alert, and she focused her attention on the two figures in the distance. She knew that the mutual probing between Zhuang Wudao and Gu Yueming had ended, and this was the most critical moment. The Moon God Sword of Gu Yueming was now fully displaying its true power.

Would this battle still be a quick victory?

With a 'hiss' of the sword, Zhuang Wudao deflected the sword light that was almost touching him. When he retracted his finger, he felt a slight pain at the tip.

Only then did he notice a thin blood trace on his index finger. On the sixty-seventh move, Gu Yueming's steel sword finally broke through his golden silk glove and protective aura, cutting his skin.

In fact, much earlier, on the fortieth move, Zhuang Wudao had already sensed something was wrong. Gu Yueming seemed to have divine assistance, and his already peak sword strength continued to increase, each sword stronger than the last, seemingly without end.

At this moment, it was faintly visible that each sword of the Moon God Sword was like a half-arc. It made the surrounding starlight and moonlight bend and converge, swirling around the sword. Gu Yueming's movements and steps were like a dance, his clothes fluttering, graceful and elegant, beautiful and magnificent. It contained a mysterious and unique rhythm, making the sword light light and unpredictable, like the moonlight reflecting through water.

This was the Moon God Sword, gathering moonlight and starlight for its own use. So every night when the moon rises, it is the time when the Moon God Sword's combat power is at its peak! It is said that if this sword momentum cannot be stopped, when the Moon God Sword reaches its final stage, it can increase its sword strength by ten to twenty times, like a moon god descending, invincible by gods and ghosts.

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but take a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer hold back. If this continued, in about thirty more moves, his Bull Demon Yuanba body would no longer be able to withstand the sword light. His entire body would be pierced with countless blood holes, and he might even be completely dismembered!

The true essence that had been sealed and suppressed in his body instantly burst out, flowing into his entire body's meridians. Then, just as it was about to completely lose control and escape Zhuang Wudao's grasp, the heat from behind also arrived in time, helping him control this part of his cultivation that exceeded his control.

The aura around his body instantly thickened by a whole layer. His entire aura also suddenly expanded.

Zhuang Wudao also changed his fist technique, completely ignoring Gu Yueming's sword momentum. His body moved like a tiger, suddenly attacking forward.

The sword once again struck Zhuang Wudao's body, instantly creating another burst of sparks. Just before it completely broke through the aura, it was deflected.

Zhuang Wudao's figure also collided with Gu Yueming, three feet away, and the first move was the 'Dragon Capture' from the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist!

"Ignorant!"

Xia Miao, standing next to the red lacquered coffin, could not help but sneer. She was unsure whether she was more disappointed or more pleased. Zhuang Wudao seemed to realize the situation was not good, but the 'Moon God Sword' had both unpredictable sword techniques and movements. How could it be so easily stopped? Even if the aura became stronger, it could only buy a little more time, and the outcome would still be a defeat.

"However, this boy is indeed at the fifth level of the Qi Refinement stage! His true essence control is so natural, has he really just refined the Stone Ming Flame?"

This doubt lingered in Xia Miao's mind for less than a breath. Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw that the people of the Gu family on the left high platform had no signs of joy. On the other side, Beitang Cangjue and Beitang Wan'er also showed no signs of worry. It did not seem like they thought the battle would end so soon.

In the next moment, Gu Yueming's steps and movements slightly deformed. The gathered moonlight and starlight also slightly stagnated, almost dispersing.

"Hmm? What is this?"

Xia Miao's pupils constricted, and she drew a sharp breath: "Is this the Dragon Capture force?"

Gu Yueming's sword technique, having been honed through thousands of trials, could not be wrong. It was the sudden suction force that affected him, causing his movements to become involuntary and his sword momentum to scatter.

At this moment, there were also many discerning people in the crowd, and cries of surprise arose.

"Dragon Capture Force, Dragon Capture Hand, isn't this the unique technique of the Dragon Subduing Temple?"

"I saw him use the ordinary Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist just now, why can he use the Dragon Capture force?"

"Could it be that this boy has received the true transmission of the Dragon Subduing Temple?"

Xia Miao's face turned ashen. At first, she also thought that Zhuang Wudao had received the true transmission of the Dragon Capture Hand from the Dragon Subduing Temple.

A moment later, she truly saw the situation. It was not the Dragon Capture Hand, but rather Zhuang Wudao had combined the Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist with the magnetic force of the Bull Demon Yuanba body, creating this suction ability.

She did not know how this boy had mastered it, but in terms of power, it might not be inferior to the true Dragon Capture Hand.

She had only known that Zhuang Wudao had cultivated the 'Bull Demon Yuanba Body,' an unparalleled external cultivation technique, which allowed him to defeat strong enemies in the Dongchuan Alley. She did not know that Zhuang Wudao also possessed this divine fist technique.

On the stage, Li Chongzhen's face also turned pale.

Dragon Capture Force? He remembered that three thousand years ago, a patriarch of the Lichen Sect, Xuan Guang Zhenren, had once wanted to exchange three complete third-grade extraordinary cultivation techniques for the Dragon Capture Hand from the Dragon Subduing Temple, but ultimately failed.

In the end, he could only find a 'Dragon Subduing Tiger Taming Fist' that imitated the Dragon Capture Hand, but he never managed to cultivate the Dragon Capture Force.

If one were to talk about restraining techniques, the Dragon Capture Hand could rank in the top ten!

Gu Yueming's sword momentum was broken, but his expression remained calm, showing no surprise. It seemed that he had anticipated this situation.

The sword light in the sky suddenly changed, and a dozen silver sword arcs swept out, breaking the magnetic force Zhuang Wudao had captured. Then, with a heavy slash, all the moonlight and starlight gathered on the sword burst out.

"Pseudo-Invincible, like the moon wheel!"

In Zhuang Wudao's eyes, it was as if time had frozen, and the silver moon fell to the ground! This area of about ten feet seemed to be split in two by Gu Yueming's sword, cleaved apart!

Without hesitation, Zhuang Wudao immediately activated his mind, and a qi point in his body exploded, his right palm suddenly swelling to nearly twice its size. He slapped out, directly facing the attack.

Pseudo-Invincible, Great Rock Splitter!

"Boom!"

A dull sound like a drumbeat echoed, and the sword light, which resembled a silver moon, first scattered. The sharp and splitting qi force spread in all directions, piercing through the thick ironwood stage. The remaining force even spilled out beyond the stage, and if Li Chongzhen had not acted in time to dissipate it, it would have almost decapitated several spectators.

Gu Yueming was thrown back ten feet by the massive force. Zhuang Wudao also did not fare well, a thin blood trace appearing on his palm, revealing the bones.

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