437: Chapter 436 Weak, too weak, are you really a quasi-king?

For a moment, everyone's gaze fell upon Sturmheide.

This famous "Storm Captain" of the United States, one of the Ten Banners, looked rather grim at this moment.

But the halo around him, along with the glory of the United States, would not allow him to retreat!

With a cold face, he stepped onto the arena, accompanied by a storm.

As his Martial Will spread from his body, the celestial phenomena of the entire battlefield changed abruptly. Gale winds raged, a vortex of dark clouds formed, covering a thousand miles, and thunder rumbled. Accompanied by the crashing sound of turbulent, surging waves, extreme water elements gathered actively, turning the place where Sturmheide stood into a blue ocean. Giant waves churned, seawater roared, and transformed into a hundred-meter-tall wave that smashed toward Jiang Yuan.

"Splash!"

"Crash!"

A veteran Grandmaster from a prestigious United States university exclaimed:

"Just a probe, and it already possesses power comparable to a Tier 9 water-element magic!"

"He is truly a man favored by the sea... Colonel Sturmheide! Where he stands becomes a storm, wild thunder, and waves. If he takes a step further and achieves the rank of King, he might become an existence that dominates the sea."

"However, such an attack is likely not enough for that person."

As the words fell, the black-haired youth on the live broadcast screen raised his right hand and pressed down lightly against the incoming, terrifying hurricane and the hundred-meter-tall wave.

A giant hand condensed from the power of blood and Qi blotted out the sky and sun, forcibly shattering everything!

"There is no need to bring out such tricks to embarrass yourself," Jiang Yuan said indifferently.

"Is that so?" Sturmheide said with a cold face, drawing the legendary weapon [Ship-Slicing Blade] from the Void Realm. The blade was three meters long, entirely azure blue, surrounded by flowing water and lightning, with a sharpness capable of easily slicing through space.

"Arrogant Chinese boy, today I will slay you with this blade."

Sturmheide's tone was icy.

He held the blade with one arm and slashed down from above.

The space rippled.

Jiang Yuan's figure was instantly split in two, and the hard, alloy-like ground beneath him was sliced open, with a straight crack extending for a thousand meters.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

"Is that the legendary Ship-Slicing Blade that cuts through warships as easily as cutting grass?!"

"What terrifying power!"

"This is too fast! I couldn't even see the strike."

"Could God Jiang have lost?!"

"Wait, not yet!"

Jiang Yuan's body gradually blurred, and the afterimage dissipated.

"Not a bad weapon."

The youth's voice came from behind Sturmheide.

He turned his head to glance sideways and slashed again.

"Clang!"

This time, the strike was blocked.

Jiang Yuan's left hand formed a claw, and he actually forcibly caught the strike released by the Ship-Slicing Blade!

This scene made not just the onlookers, but even Sturmheide's pupils shrink!

"How is this possible?!" Edward sprang up from his seat, his tone full of disbelief.

He knew better than anyone the power of that Ship-Slicing Blade; it could even cut through space, and with the addition of oceanic power, its weight was astonishing. How could anyone block it with a mortal body?!

"Are you surprised? Is it unbelievable?"

Jiang Yuan crushed the strike, and dark power flowed slowly from his fingertips, which were glowing with golden light, emitting an endless devouring force.

"I am stronger than you, that is all."

Sturmheide's face became increasingly gloomy and cold. His Martial Will was fully released, dark clouds shrouded the area, and the violent wind and air around him collided, creating explosive noises. A terrifying, visible hurricane swirled and coiled as it appeared. Air currents spun rapidly in circles, and an unrestrained tornado suddenly rose from the ground, sweeping everything on the ground into the air. The tornado, shooting straight into the sky, transformed into a terrifying giant, growing a nose, eyes, and face similar to Sturmheide's.

But the violent storm, which could easily slice through steel, struggled to get even a fraction of an inch close to the black-haired youth.

All attacks were swallowed and obliterated by the thin layer of black ripples surrounding him.

"What kind of power is this?!" someone exclaimed.

"It seems to be elemental..."

"Isn't the number one ranked talent sequence in the dark category the SSS-grade [Eternal Darkness]? What is this...?!"

"Isn't he an SSS-grade fire-element ability user?!"

"What?! Isn't his talent ability an Extraordinary Physique?!"

"My God! How many abilities does he actually have?!"

The world fell into an uproar.

At this moment, Jiang Yuan also drew the Demon Blade - [futsunomitama] from his waist.

Under the augmentation of his Martial Will.

Behind him, a scroll of Hell with ten thousand ghosts roaring seemed to appear, colliding with Sturmheide's ocean vision. In an instant, it triggered a shocking scene of monstrous waves and pouring blood rain.

Swish! Clang!

Both of them struck with their blades at the same time. The slashes collided, a huge explosion roared, and the ground in the center of the arena instantly blew apart.

Sturmheide flew backward.

The next instant.

The storm giant roared and punched toward Jiang Yuan.

A divine light flashed in Jiang Yuan's eyes, and he snorted coldly.

The dark power transformed into nine giant chains that shot out from the firmament, resembling the punishment of Heaven, directly piercing through the storm giant.

"Storm of World Destruction!" Sturmheide roared.

Streaks of silver-white lightning snakes darted out, carrying a strong, almost tangible aura of violent destruction, striking densely toward Jiang Yuan. They enveloped a several-hundred-meter area within a forest of thunder, and the ground struck by the lightning instantly annihilated and disappeared.

"Weak, too weak."

Jiang Yuan didn't even dodge. He swung his blade to shatter the streaks of silver wild thunder, bathing in the lightning, and walked toward Sturmheide from the thunder forest.

"Is this all the strength of the so-called Ten Banners of the United States?!"

"Are you really a Quasi-King?"

With every step he took, that Martial Will that suppressed the heavens and earth grew stronger by a fraction. Even though it had already completely overwhelmed Sturmheide, it did not stop, continuing to climb upward as if there were no limits.

Sturmheide's face turned pale, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his gaze was no longer firm and cold but showed a trace of wavering, panic, and horror.

In his field of vision.

The black-haired youth, with his hair dancing wildly and his heroic, stalwart figure, stepped through the storm. His heterochromatic gold and red eyes were calm and indifferent, without the slightest ripple, yet they brought immense pressure.

Everywhere he passed was swallowed by darkness, and the black world behind him continued to expand. The loud sound of crashing waves was like the whimpering of a giant beast, the whistling of the gale and sonic booms sounded as if in fear, and only the ten thousand ghosts shrieked in excitement, with the Demon Blade humming.

Wherever the youth passed, all things bowed in submission.