320: Chapter 314 The Finals Begin

The ground rumbled.

He gripped the hilt with both hands, raised the door-sized broadsword high above his head, and then, using all his strength, brought it crashing down towards Song Yang, who was within arm's reach!

This strike had no technique, no strategy—only the purest, most primal force!

The door-sized broadsword, accompanied by a shriek that tore through the air, descended upon him!

A shadow completely enveloped Song Yang.

Facing this power that was pure to the extreme, Song Yang's pupils suddenly constricted.

He did not choose to take it head-on; that would be equivalent to a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Just as the blade was about to touch his head, he pushed off with his feet and retreated rapidly.

"Boom!"

The massive broadsword slammed heavily onto the arena floor.

The entire arena shook violently.

A terrifying gash, over half a meter deep and several meters long, appeared on the surface of the arena, the metal edges turning crimson from the intense friction.

The entire audience collectively gasped.

If this strike had landed on a person, they would likely have been cleaved in two, armor and all!

"What fast reflexes! What exquisite exertion of power!"

The Host roared, his passion completely ignited by the intensity of the battle.

"Contestant Song Yang has dodged Contestant Taishan's thunderous strike! He is not choosing to meet force with force, but is maneuvering using his speed and technique!"

On the arena.

Having missed his strike, Taishan felt not a shred of annoyance.

He slowly raised that massive broadsword, a bloodthirsty excitement appearing on his face.

"Can you run?"

He roared again, his massive body charging forward with speed completely inconsistent with his size.

The ground trembled beneath his feet.

The broadsword in his hand was no longer just simple chopping; it had been danced into an impenetrable net of blades.

Sweeping, vertical chopping, diagonal slashing!

Every strike carried the force to cleave mountains and split rocks, sealing off all of Song Yang's evasion space.

For a moment, blade light crisscrossed the arena, and spear shadows multiplied.

Song Yang's figure turned into a black phantom, weaving through the violent blade light.

The long spear in his hand no longer sought a fatal blow, but transformed into a nimble snake, constantly poking, thrusting, parrying, and flicking, searching for opportunities in the gaps of the blade net time and time again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense sounds of collision merged into one, and sparks never seemed to cease.

Every time Song Yang made contact with the broadsword, he was shaken by that terrifying power, causing his blood to surge.

But he was always able to neutralize Taishan's offensive at the most critical moment with the minimum cost.

The piercing power of Fentian Nine Spears was still taking effect, but the defensive power of this heavy armor far exceeded the previous energy shields.

Taishan's defense was too strong and his power too great; a war of attrition was definitely disadvantageous for him.

This time, he did not retreat, but took the initiative to attack!

Fentian Nine Spears, Fourth Form!

On the long spear, black flames rose up once again, even more intense and violent than before.

The entire spear seemed to be stained with a layer of ink, the flames at the spear tip condensing into a single point, emitting a heart-palpitating aura of destruction.

"Bring it on!"

Taishan's fighting spirit was high; he gripped the hilt with both hands and poured all his strength into this one strike.

He wanted to use this, his strongest strike, to completely crush the opponent before him!

However, just at the moment when their weapons were about to collide, Song Yang's figure experienced an eerie pause.

His forward momentum was abruptly halted for a split second.

It was this split-second pause that caused Taishan's sure-hit strike to miss completely.

When experts clash, a hair's breadth makes a world of difference.

Taishan's full-force strike missed; his old strength was spent, and his new strength had not yet arisen, leaving his massive body with an unavoidable, huge opening.

His entire chest was exposed to the tip of Song Yang's spear.

Now is the time!

A flash of brilliance appeared in Song Yang's eyes; he seized this fleeting opportunity.

Without a moment's hesitation, he poured all his strength into the long spear in his hand and thrust with all his might towards the gap in Taishan's heavy armor, right at the location of his beating heart!

This spear thrust condensed all of his essence, energy, and spirit.

He had absolute confidence that he could pierce through anything!

But just as the spear tip was about to touch the target, an extreme sense of danger struck him from his left.

The broadsword that had already missed its mark was actually sweeping back horizontally at an angle that completely defied logic!

That was not technique, but Taishan using his terrifying abdominal strength to forcibly twist the momentum of the blade!

This was a trap!

A trap that used his own body as bait to trade for a fatal strike!

At this moment, Song Yang faced a choice.

Retreat, and he could dodge this blade unscathed, but he would also lose this excellent opportunity to attack.

Advance, and his spear could pierce Taishan's heart, but his own body would inevitably be struck by that sweeping broadsword!

Trading life for life?

No.

It was trading an injury for a life!

In Song Yang's mind, a decision was made in an instant.

He did not retreat in the slightest; his forward momentum became even faster and more fierce!

The spear tip, burning with black flames, forcibly pierced through the heavy armor and plunged into Taishan's chest.

At the same time, that huge broadsword also slashed fiercely onto Song Yang's left shoulder.

A spray of blood shot into the sky.

Under the terrified gaze of the entire audience, Song Yang's entire left arm was severed right at the shoulder.

The severed arm was carried away by the violent blade wind, slamming heavily onto the distant arena floor.

"You lost!"

Taishan felt the excruciating pain in his chest but let out a wild laugh of victory.

He looked down at the long spear plunged into his chest; although it had pierced the heavy armor, this strike had missed the heart!

Victory would belong to him!

"Is that so?"

Song Yang raised his head, a sinister smile actually spreading across his face.

His only remaining right hand violently twisted the spear handle!

"Fentian!"

Boom!

From the spear tip plunged into Taishan's body, the long-accumulated black flames erupted violently!

Violent energy raged madly inside Taishan's chest cavity!

The black flames were not burning from the outside, but were gushing out frantically from inside his body, from every corner of his internal organs!

"Pfft!"

A small wisp of black flame shot out from his mouth and nose, and immediately after, more flames squeezed out from the gaps in his helmet, the joints of his heavy armor, and even the pores of his skin.

His massive, mountain-like body trembled violently, as if a volcano was brewing the most violent eruption inside him.

He wanted to raise the broadsword in his hand, but found that he had completely lost control of his limbs.

He looked down, and through the gap in his helmet, saw with horror that his chest armor was turning crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye, with spiderweb-like charred black cracks appearing on it.

"Crack... crackle..."

Crisp cracking sounds rang out, and that heavy armor with astonishing defensive power now began to disintegrate inch by inch, like pottery that had been fired and cracked.

Cracks spread rapidly from the wound on his chest, instantly covering his entire body.

The next moment, there was no earth-shattering roar, only a dull explosion.

Taishan, that massive body, under the dead-silent gaze of tens of thousands of audience members, together with that sturdy heavy armor, turned into a cloud of black ash flying through the sky.

The deafening roar of the crowd, like a burst dam, instantly flooded the entire arena!

"Won... Did Song Yang win?"

"My god! What kind of ability is that? Burning a person alive into ash?"

"Too terrifying! That Taishan, he didn't even leave a corpse behind!"

"He traded an arm for Taishan's life!"

On the arena.

The Host, at this moment, also recovered from his immense shock. He looked at the Taishan who had turned into flying ash, and then looked at the swaying Song Yang.

"The winner has been decided!"

"The winner of this match is—Song Yang!"

After a brief pause, the venue erupted into cheers and applause more enthusiastic than any before.

No matter how bloody the process or how cruel the result, people always worship the final victor.

Next, only one final remained, attracting all eyes.

The countdown for the final, amidst the anticipation of the masses, ticked coldly on the light screen in the center of the arena.

The air in the entire venue seemed to have been ignited by the previous bloody slaughter, becoming scorching and frenzied.

People's discussions, roars, and excited speculations about the upcoming final showdown converged into a massive wave of sound that almost threatened to blow the roof off.

In the center of that wave of sound, Song Yang's figure once again stepped onto the cold, hard arena.

Opposite him, a man had long been waiting.

That person had a well-proportioned figure, wore a suit of silver-white light armor, and held a uniquely shaped cross-shaped longsword in his hand.

He had brilliant golden hair and a smile on his face.

The other contestant in the final, Kai.

"I admire the strong."

Kai looked at Song Yang and spoke first, "Taishan was very strong; it is his honor to have been defeated by your hands, but I will not lose."

Kai laughed, and in those eyes, a trace of undisguised, fanatical fighting spirit finally shone through.

"Who doesn't crave victory? Especially the victory this time."

He paused, his smile becoming meaningful, and his voice deliberately lowered a few degrees.

"Song Yang, use all your abilities; let me see if you really have that qualification."

Kai gently tapped the tip of his cross-shaped longsword on the ground, the gentleness in his eyes completely fading, replaced by a kind of regal arrogance as if he were ruling the world.

"Because whoever can win this championship will get a chance..."

"A chance to represent our Milky Way Galaxy and step out of this tiny universe!"

The Host's high-pitched voice interrupted the standoff between the two at the perfect moment, pushing the frenzied atmosphere of the entire arena to its peak.

"The final showdown!"

"The final glory!"

"Will it be the dark horse Song Yang, reborn from the flames, or the invincible king Kai?"

"Let us witness together the birth of the champion!"

"The match begins!"

The moment the words fell, the smile on Kai's face completely vanished.

An aura, far more solid and sharp than Taishan's, erupted from within him and soared into the sky!