Chapter 100: Dust Settles, Sword in Hand—Who Can Compete?

Silence can drive one mad, especially in a duel of swords. Those with lower cultivation levels might even be driven insane by such an atmosphere. Finally, Wind God could no longer hold back. He moved—throwing a yellow talisman with his left hand. The yellow talisman soared into the sky, and with a deafening explosion, dark clouds gathered and thunder roared.

The Wolf King watched the scene in the sky below and exclaimed, “The Thunder Curse…” Normally, the ordinary Thunder Curse didn’t require a spiritual talisman to activate. Yet here, Wind God used a talisman to summon thunder—clearly, this Thunder Curse was extraordinary.

At that moment, Wind God drew his long sword and raised it high above his head. The sword instantly emitted white light, shocking everyone, including the leaders of various sects. This wasn’t the Thunder Curse—it was the Lightning Transformation Curse, which used the thunder from the Thunder Curse to instantly boost one’s strength. Only elders could reach this level. It was unexpected that Wind God had also attained this mastery. This martial contest was bound to be fascinating.

The Lightning Transformation Curse was far more terrifying than the Thunder Curse. The Thunder Curse merely summoned lightning to attack the opponent, while the Lightning Transformation Curse summoned lightning to attach to one’s own body, allowing them to unleash even more devastating sword techniques or other martial arts through instantly enhanced strength—far surpassing the power of the Thunder Curse.

Just then, a hurricane arose, and thunder cracked across the sky. Suddenly, a white bolt of lightning struck Wind God’s sword. At the same time, the sword emitted a flashing light that rapidly spread throughout his body. The light kept flickering, and Wind God moved—swinging his sword violently. A massive cone of sword energy shot straight at Liu Yi, emitting a “zzz” sound in the air, accompanied by purple sparks…

It was clear that no ordinary person could withstand such sword energy. Liu Yi simply watched calmly as the energy neared his heart, seemingly unreactive. No one knew whether he was terrified or had forgotten how to counter.

When the sword energy, laced with wind and thunder, reached three feet in front of Liu Yi, he moved. Using the twelfth level of the Lanelfina Clear Heart Technique, he activated Hidden Spin Nine Shadows, instantly creating nine afterimages through the “Swift” technique. He lowered his body slightly, dust rising as the nine shadows, along with a gust of wind, rushed to Wind God’s back.

As the nine afterimages gradually merged into one, Liu Yi’s dark figure appeared behind Wind God. With a “clang,” the sound of a sword sheathed echoed. Liu Yi slowly stood up straight, gripping the Sad Dream Sword with his left hand again. With his right hand behind his back, free of any dust, he walked down from the arena.

No one knew what had happened. In their eyes, they only saw the Wind God unleash a sharp sword aura with the help of lightning strikes. Then, nine shadows flashed, and the mysterious man appeared behind the Wind God. He slowly sheathed his sword before walking down from the arena in the wind. What was he doing? Leaving the arena meant surrendering—was he afraid of losing? As for the Wind God, he seemed frozen in place, motionless. Everyone held their breath; they didn’t know what had just happened.

Liu Yi said as he walked, “You should feel honored that I’m willing to draw my sword for you.” His words were filled with arrogance and pride, though his voice was not loud, it reached everyone’s ears.

The moment the mysterious man in black and white hair stepped down from the arena steps, everyone was stunned again by what they saw. A purple arc of light flashed briefly on the Wind God’s shoulder, followed by a terrifying scream. After the light disappeared, the Wind God’s left arm was neatly severed at the shoulder. The still-moving arm fell to the ground, a disgusting sight. The Wind God clutched his left arm, screaming in pain as he rolled on the ground.

It was all horrifying. Indeed, he hadn’t killed him, but he had turned him into a cripple, someone living a life worse than death. How cruel, how heartless.

Everyone was shocked. That sword strike was so fast—so fast it surpassed even the speed of light. Because it was so quick, the Wind God didn’t feel anything. When time resumed flowing, that sword strike appeared again.

Watching Liu Yi walk down from the arena, a voice suddenly spoke behind him, “Your sword is incredibly fast. Shenmen Yangyunfeng awaits your guidance.” The voice didn’t continue; apparently, it was helping the Wind God heal. Liu Yi didn’t turn around. He walked down from the arena and strode toward the exit, with Wolf King and Qi following.

Watching the mysterious man leave, everyone couldn’t help but marvel at such a fast sword—wasn’t it at the level of a divine being, capable of competing with gods? As his figure gradually disappeared, it seemed to turn into a legend, or perhaps a part of the martial world.

Only then did the referee, having regained his senses, shout loudly, “The fourth contestant: the lord of Eternal City!”

Then, the old man continued to shout, “Please invite the fifth contestant to enter.”

At that moment, the blue-eyed girl sitting in the corner stood up and walked outside, muttering to herself, “Such a fast sword. Who is she? I wonder if she’s faster than my brother’s sword.” With mystery surrounding her, the blue-eyed girl also disappeared into the crowd.

Back at the inn, Liu Yi, Wolf King, Qi, and Lin rented a private room on the second floor, ordered some food and drink, and began discussing the topic that concerned them all.

Liu Yi removed his mask, took a sip of wine, and asked, “Teacher, who do you think that woman who calls herself Blue Blade is?”

Wolf King took a bite of food and replied, “I’ve wandered through these three realms for thousands of years and am well-accustomed to the sword techniques of every sect. Yet I’ve never seen the sword technique she uses. What’s more terrifying is that she can summon demonic energy, which means there’s more than just the Demon Lord who possesses violent blood.”

Liu Yi nodded and said, “From my observations, her demonic energy isn’t very strong. Her swordsmanship is fierce, but as long as the sword is fast enough, it can break through it.”
The Wolf King took a sip of wine and said, “It’s not her that worries me. Though her swordsmanship is fierce, it’s still far inferior to the Demon Lord’s sword… What worries me is the person behind her. If my guess is correct, there must be someone even more powerful behind her.”
Liu Yi stopped drinking and said, “So, Master means… there might be some more mysterious person or organization, a sect or something, behind her?”
The Wolf King nodded. “Yes. Her swordsmanship definitely isn’t of her own creation. Then who taught her? A family member? Or her master? Given that she’s so young yet possesses such great skills, the person behind her must be an extraordinary individual who shouldn’t be underestimated.”
Liu Yi replied, “Master makes good sense. Right now, my main focus is on the demon race. It’s best not to provoke that woman or the righteous forces of the human world. We should first eliminate the demons gradually.”
The Wolf King replied, “The Demon Lord thinks things through carefully. We indeed need to take things slow and not rush, otherwise a single mistake could lead to eternal regret.”
Liu Yi smiled and said, “Master, don’t worry. Liu Yi will be cautious everywhere. I’ll suppress my impulses and take my revenge step by step—that’s how I’ll find happiness. And that god who plays with my fate…”