183: I am invincible in the world! [Explosive Update]

Jing Wuming's ashen eyes suddenly fixed on A Fei.

These words seemed to stir some deep-seated emotion within him.

His sword, born only to kill, moving only by Shangguan Jinhong's command, was indeed... dead.

But A Fei's sword, stemming from nature and survival, carried a vibrant, wild vitality; it was truly alive.

One was to kill and take lives, the other was to contend with fate. One dead, one alive, similar yet completely different.

"So what?" Jing Wuming rasped.

"Therefore, I will definitely win," A Fei declared decisively.

Before his words faded, A Fei attacked again!

His sword seemed a fraction faster than before, that wild, vibrant vitality infused into the iron sheet, causing this simple weapon to emit a chilling, heart-stopping gleam.

Jing Wuming still responded with his eerie, lifeless sword technique, but in the subtle details, a hint of sluggishness could be seen.

A Fei's words were like a stone dropped into stagnant water; though they didn't stir up a monstrous wave, they ultimately broke the absolute silence, rippling imperceptibly in his heart.

His sword was dead? His sword was born only to kill?

Then why was this youth's vibrant sword equally deadly, even... more dangerous?

With a slight shift in his thoughts, a minuscule flaw inevitably appeared in his sword's momentum.

For swordsmen of their Realm, a single flaw meant the difference between life and death!

A Fei's wild intuition precisely captured this instant!

His iron sheet sword, like a venomous snake hunting prey, suddenly accelerated, piercing through Jing Wuming's interwoven sword net, striking directly at his heart!

This sword strike was incredibly fast, accurate, and ruthless, and it seized that fleeting, lightning-fast opportunity!

A flash of color flickered in Jing Wuming's ashen eyes.

He was, after all, a battle-hardened killer swordsman; in the nick of time, his body reacted with its utmost instinct.

He twisted his body and stepped sideways, attempting to avoid a vital spot.

"Pfft!"

A Fei's iron sheet sword failed to pierce his heart but plunged deeply into Jing Wuming's left shoulder blade, almost coming out the other side! Bringing with it a handful of warm blood.

Almost at the same instant!

Jing Wuming's seemingly uncontrolled sword, aided by the inertia of his twisting body, landed in his right hand and swept upward with incredible speed.

"Whoosh!"

The sword's edge sliced across the outside of A Fei's left thigh, cutting a bone-deep wound; fresh blood immediately gushed out, staining his pant leg red.

The two figures suddenly separated again!

A Fei stumbled, a sharp pain shooting through his left leg, almost causing him to lose his balance, but he immediately propped himself up by digging his sword tip into the ground, his face slightly pale from blood loss and pain, yet his gaze remained fixed on his opponent.

"Right-handed sword! Your right-handed sword is stronger than your left!"

"Indeed! Everyone believes my left-handed sword is stronger, but no one knows my right-handed sword is even stronger than my left.

You've lost. Although my left hand cannot hold a sword, the sword is in my right hand, and my fighting strength is undiminished; you are defeated!"

The entire Caiyi Hall was silent, with only the heavy, suppressed breathing of the two men remaining.

Everyone was stunned into speechlessness by the outcome of this lightning-fast, mutually damaging, yet clearly decided battle.

"Indeed, I lost!" A Fei nodded, retreating behind Lu Jiuyuan.

"The victor has been decided; there's no need to prolong it."

Lu Jiuyuan spoke calmly, his gaze never leaving Shangguan Jinhong, "Old man, do you want to personally test my strength?"

Shangguan Jinhong nodded: "Of course I want to try."

He slowly descended from the high platform, each step as heavy as a mountain, his immense Aura rising again, pressing down on Lu Jiuyuan.

"Draw your sword!" Shangguan Jinhong said coldly, "Let me witness your famous eccentric sword!"

Lu Jiuyuan smiled slightly, but instead of grasping the Guhong Sword, he turned his head to You Longsheng behind him and said, "Lend me a sword."

You Longsheng didn't hesitate, holding up the Duoqing Sword with both hands and respectfully offering it: "Ninth Brother, please use it!"

Lu Jiuyuan grasped the hilt of the Duoqing Sword, and with a clear, resonant dragon's cry, a cold light flashed, illuminating the hall like a clear autumn stream.

The sword's blade was long and slender, lacking three inches, precisely the Sharp Weapon You Longsheng used to dominate the Martial Forest and awe the world.

"The Guhong Sword against an enemy means a fight to the death!" Lu Jiuyuan handed the Guhong Sword to You Longsheng to hold for now.

"Against your Dragon and Phoenix Twin Rings, this sword is sufficient."

Lu Jiuyuan lightly flicked the blade, causing it to hum, "Let the old man also witness what true 'invincibility' means."

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"Arrogant!"

Shangguan Jinhong laughed in extreme anger, shaking his arms, and two dark golden Dragon and Phoenix Twin Rings slid into his hands.

The rings were antique in design, with dragon scales and phoenix feathers carved into their bodies, trembling slightly in his hands, emitting a low metallic clang, like a dragon's roar and a phoenix's cry.

Without any warning, Shangguan Jinhong moved!

His figure, like a hawk, drifted in, his left Phoenix Ring drawing a graceful arc, slashing directly at Lu Jiuyuan's neck, while his right Dragon Ring was hidden behind him, poised to strike.

The two rings cooperated, one overt and one covert, full of unfathomable killing intent.

Lu Jiuyuan did not dodge or evade; the Duoqing Sword transformed into a startling flash, striking after but arriving first, pinpointing the weak point of the Phoenix Ring with incredible precision.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound, sparks flying.

Shangguan Jinhong felt a bone-chilling Internal Energy spread up through the rings; his heart jolted, and his right Dragon Ring, like a venomous dragon emerging from its lair, struck directly at Lu Jiuyuan's heart.

Lu Jiuyuan's wrist twisted, and the Duoqing Sword seemed to come alive, its incomplete tip trembling, striking several times in an instant, actually neutralizing the fierce and unparalleled force of the Dragon Ring layer by layer.

"Good!"

Shangguan Jinhong roared, his twin rings unfurling, his offensive like a mighty river, surging forward.

The Dragon Ring was fierce and domineering, with the power to split mountains and shatter rocks; the Phoenix Ring was agile and cunning, specializing in vital points and death acupoints.

The twin rings intertwined, forming a storm of death that enveloped Lu Jiuyuan.

Lu Jiuyuan moved with his sword, his sky-blue figure flickering unpredictably amidst the myriad illusions.

The Duoqing Sword sometimes struck like raging thunder, directly clashing with the Dragon Ring; other times, it was like a gentle spring breeze, lightly brushing the Phoenix Ring.

He brought his speed and light footwork to their fullest extent, actually managing to steadily counter Shangguan Jinhong's world-renowned Dragon and Phoenix Twin Rings with a single long sword.

Inside the hall, Sword Qi and ring shadows crisscrossed, strong winds gusted, making everyone's clothes flap and almost blinding them.

Only the dense, rain-like clanging of metal and the occasional deep shouts of the two men could be heard.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a hundred moves!

The more Shangguan Jinhong fought, the more alarmed he became; he found that no matter what exquisite killing moves he used, the opponent could always resolve them in a simpler way.

His moves were ordinary, but his speed was too fast, his footwork was exquisitely brilliant, and his Internal Skill was extremely strange.

He had pursued the Realm of "no rings in hand, but rings in heart" his entire life, believing he had reached the Peak of the Martial Dao, yet now he found himself so... powerless before this son!

"Old man, I have seen all your moves; the Dragon and Phoenix Twin Rings are nothing more than this. Let's end it!"

Lu Jiuyuan withdrew his sword's momentum, floating back a dozen feet, landing steadily.

The Duoqing Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its blade shimmering with light, humming incessantly.

Shangguan Jinhong guarded himself with his twin rings, breathing slightly, his gaze surprised and uncertain as he looked at the suddenly sheathed Lu Jiuyuan.

He felt that the opponent seemed not to have used his full strength, yet he didn't understand his intention.

The hall was silent; everyone held their breath, watching the father and son who had stopped fighting, not understanding what had happened.

"You... why did you stop?" Shangguan Jinhong said in a deep voice: "The victor is not decided; this old man can still fight."

Lu Jiuyuan's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he slowly tossed the Duoqing Sword back to You Longsheng.

"The victor has been decided; why fight again?" Lu Jiuyuan's voice was calm but carried an undeniable certainty.

"Nonsense!" Shangguan Jinhong roared, "You and I have not decided the victor!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Lu Jiuyuan chuckled lightly, "Look at your back."

Shangguan Jinhong froze, subconsciously reaching back to touch his back.

His fingers touched his robe; the fabric seemed a bit unusual.

A deeply ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart; he violently tore off the large piece of his robe from his back!

He brought the torn fabric before his eyes,

And the man was instantly frozen in place as if struck by the Nine Heavens thunder, the color draining from his face, his pupils contracting to their extreme!

On the inner lining of the dark golden fabric, seven bold, sharp characters that cut through the cloth pattern were clearly visible, each character imbued with supreme dominance:

I! Am! Un! De! Fea! Ted! In! This! World!