“Oh my god, there’s actually this kind of fighting style?”
“It’s so simple, crude, and completely without any form or technique?”
Everyone was stunned, completely at a loss for words.
The legendary grandmaster duels everyone had heard about were supposed to be magnificent, graceful, grand, and majestic—like celestial beings fighting in the heavens.
According to legend, many years ago, Ye Zhantian from the Chinese Dragon Group and Lin Zhenyu, the leader of the Big Circle Gang, had an earth-shattering battle by West Lake. They could wave their sleeves to form walls and condense raindrops into arrows, causing the waters of West Lake to surge into waves over ten meters high.
But looking at Jiang Tian’s fighting style right now—poking eyes and kicking crotches—what difference was there from a street brawl between hooligans? That is, if you ignored the fact that Jiang Tian was flying through the air.
“Shameless!” Shen Mange let out a scornful, delicate shout.
But Hong Tianzhao himself was terrified inside. When Jiang Tian approached him, he was enveloped by an incredibly powerful aura, as if he had been trapped inside a cement barrel. He couldn’t move at all and could only let Jiang Tian poke his eyes.
“It seems this young man has a powerful physical body with tremendous strength. If we fight up close, I’m afraid I’ll be at a disadvantage!”
Thinking of this, Hong Tianzhao let out a fierce roar. His Flaming Gold Treasure Sword slashed horizontally, chopped vertically, sliced upward, and cut downward, unleashing hundreds of sword energies in a row.
Those sword energies condensed in the air, hovering silently without dissipating, with flames swirling around them.
Under the blazing sunlight, they reflected a dazzling, piercing light.
Finally, he swung his sword down with tremendous force and shouted like thunder: “Secret Technique of the Raging Sea Sword Art—Fire Dragon Emerges from the Sea!”
Crack!
Hundreds of sword energies were now activated by him, connecting end to end and charging side by side, forming a “sword dragon” about ten feet long, shimmering with golden light.
Wherever the sword dragon passed, the temperature was scorching hot, even causing the mountain stones to crack from the heat.
Its power was so immense, its strength so formidable, that even an established grandmaster would be thrown into chaos and have a terrible headache facing this attack.
The sword dragon let out a strange roar like a dragon’s cry, carrying a fierce killing intent as it twisted and turned, trapping Jiang Tian inside. The dragon’s head charged violently toward Jiang Tian, who had landed on the platform.
“That’s the strongest move of the Raging Sea Sword Art! And with the Flaming Gold Treasure Sword amplifying it, its power has doubled!”
Bu Suanzi sighed in amazement, his face filled with admiration.
“Heh, that shameless, despicable brat is definitely going to die!” Shen Mange asserted with absolute certainty.
“So this is the might of a grandmaster? A fire dragon!”
Seeing this move, Chen Bo’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He felt like prostrating himself in worship.
“Is this… is this even human?”
Jiang Lin’s beautiful eyes widened, her pretty face turning pale. She felt that Hong Tianzhao wasn’t human at all, but rather a deity who could overturn seas and rivers.
“Hong Tianzhao’s control over sword energy has truly reached a supernatural level!”
Lord Qiu stomped his feet anxiously, muttering, “Why isn’t Grandmaster Jiang dodging? This is really dangerous this time!”
The sword energy of the Fire Dragon Emerges from the Sea was already extremely sharp and capable of cutting through anything. Add the high-temperature flames to that, and it became even more terrifying. Unless an ordinary grandmaster had a protective magical artifact, they would have to retreat immediately.
But Jiang Tian just let himself be trapped.
At this moment, Lord Qiu couldn’t help but sigh with regret. Although Jiang Tian was exceptionally talented, after all, he had only risen to fame recently and lacked combat experience. He had instantly fallen into a passive and dangerous situation.
The crowd of martial artists and the people on perimeter guard duty were utterly dazzled, dizzy, and completely captivated.
After unleashing “Fire Dragon Emerges from the Sea,” Hong Tianzhao felt greatly reassured. He raised his sword and sneered coldly, “Jiang Taichu, what do you think of my Fire Dragon Emerges from the Sea move?”
“What do I think? It’s absolute garbage!”
Trapped by the fire dragon’s sword energy, Jiang Tian’s face remained calm and composed. He smiled faintly, his lips curling upward in a contemptuous arc.
“You arrogant brat! You’re still talking tough when death is right in front of you!”
Hearing this, Hong Tianzhao was so furious he wanted to jump up and curse Jiang Tian out.
But just as the sword dragon’s head was about to touch Jiang Tian—
Jiang Tian reached out his jade-white palm and then suddenly clenched his fist, grabbing the strands of sword energy with his bare hands.
Crack!
Jiang Tian actually crushed that sharp, scorching sword energy into pieces with one squeeze.
“How is that possible!” Hong Tianzhao’s eyes went wide with shock, nearly popping out of his head.
“So weak!”
Jiang Tian opened his right hand, easily controlling the dragon’s head, and shook his head in disappointed sigh.
“Break!”
Then he made a fist with his left hand, raised it high, twisted his body, and gently punched downward toward the middle of the sword dragon.
To ordinary people, this punch looked light and airy, completely lacking in power—like a child in a morning park clumsily mimicking a tai chi routine.
But those in the know felt their hearts leap into their throats.
The power of this punch was like a million-pound meteorite falling from the sky, or like Mount Buzhou collapsing.
Boom-crack! Under Jiang Tian’s single punch, the sword dragon instantly shattered. The sound was like a thunderclap exploding. The ground shook, dust flew everywhere, and a狂暴冲击波 swept in all directions, knocking people over left and right.
Some people even had their blood energy churning wildly and vomited blood profusely.
Broken strands of sword energy shot out in all directions like scattered blossoms, riddling the surrounding stone tables and chairs with countless holes and sending them tumbling across the ground.
Then the wind died down, and the dust settled.
Jiang Tian, who had been at the center of the storm, strolled out slowly, his face calm and relaxed. He smiled and said, “Now this is getting a little interesting. Hong Tianzhao, if you have any more special moves, hurry up and show them!”
“He broke even the secret technique of Fire Dragon Emerges from the Sea! And he broke it with just his physical body!”
Hong Tianzhao was dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes. His face turned deathly pale, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on his face.
He was absolutely terrified—he felt like he was going crazy!
His Fire Dragon Emerges from the Sea sword energy could shred a small car into pieces, yet Jiang Tian had broken it with one light punch.
Was there no justice in the world?!
“I have never seen such a terrifying physical constitution. A body this powerful could only appear in ancient times!”
Bu Suanzi’s face also changed in horror. Jiang Tian’s strength was truly beyond his imagination—too terrifying.
“I underestimated him after all!” Shen Mange’s pretty face also turned pale. For the first time, she began to doubt whether setting up this deadly trap had been a mistake.
“This guy isn’t human—he’s a demon! A demon!”
“Oh my god, I actually bullied a demon before! I’m doomed! I’m completely doomed!”
As for Chen Bo, he had already collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked. Jiang Tian had scared the piss right out of him.
“Hong Tianzhao, you’ve been attacking repeatedly. Now it’s my turn to strike, isn’t it?”
Jiang Tian looked at Hong Tianzhao, his face calm and composed, his tone light and easy.
“Jiang—!”
Before Hong Tianzhao could figure out whether to fight to the death or beg for mercy, Jiang Tian had already put his fingers together and swung them.
“Sever the Milky Way!” Jiang Tian raised his eyebrows and gave a low shout.
Instantly, a sword energy about ten feet long, as big as a door panel, came sweeping down like a tidal wave.
“Heavenly Gang Sword Formation!”
The sword energy in Hong Tianzhao’s pupils grew larger and larger. He let out a furious shout, stomped his feet on the ground. Crack—with a series of explosions, strands of sword energy shot up from the ground around him like golden lotuses emerging from the earth.
Each strand of sword energy was dazzling gold, wrapped in flames, spinning in circles, creating an intricate and majestic display. They spun faster and faster until they were indistinguishable from one another, forming a barrier like an iron bucket protecting him.
“The Heavenly Gang Protective Sword Formation! This is the strongest defensive move in the Raging Sea Sword Art!”
Shen Mange’s delicate body trembled, her eyes filled with shock.
She sighed inwardly—a grandmaster was truly a grandmaster. His strength was simply beyond her ability to compare!
This Heavenly Gang Sword Formation, much like an established grandmaster’s ability to turn energy into a protective barrier, or the legendary ability of divine realm experts to condense energy into armor, could probably withstand even machine gun fire without taking any damage, and could even hold up against artillery bombardment for a short while.
“Is this your special move?”
Jiang Tian let out a cold laugh. His hand didn’t stop as his fingers swung downward.
Shred!
The Sever the Milky Way sword energy slashed mercilessly into the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation!
The originally indestructible Heavenly Gang Sword Formation was cut apart as easily as beef meeting a hot knife.
The Sever the Milky Way sword energy charged right through. With a puff, Hong Tianzhao’s head flew up into the air, and blood from his neck cavity shot up three to four meters high, splattering to the ground like scattered flower petals.
Then, the Heavenly Gang Sword Formation collapsed one after another, dissolving into nothingness. The headless body fell backward onto the ground and lay motionless.
Hong Tianzhao, head of the Hong family in Hubei Province, a grandmaster of the Transformation Realm, and a grandmaster on the Chinese Divine Ranking—dead!
The entire scene was dead silent.
Everyone was dumbstruck, unable to believe their eyes.
Jiang Tian had killed experts in succession, smashed a long dragon of sword energy with his bare hands, shattered the Heavenly Gang Protective Sword Formation with a single sword energy blast, and slain the Transformation Realm grandmaster Hong Tianzhao. Was this even human?
Everyone was trembling as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They had no resistance whatsoever in their hearts—only deep, overwhelming fear and terror.
“Now, do you all submit?”
Jiang Tian stood in a pool of blood, turned around leisurely, and swept his gaze across Bu Suanzi, Shen Mange, and the others, asking calmly.
At this moment, his demeanor was relaxed. The dust and smoke that had just filled the air hadn’t left a single stain on his body. Dressed in white, he looked like a pure, untainted immortal.
“We submit!” All the guards and retained experts of the Lu family knelt to the ground, prostrating themselves in worship.
“We surrender!”
The two disciples of the Pi Gua Fist Niu family also knelt and surrendered right after, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
“If any of us Tang Sect disciples ever encounter Grandmaster Jiang in the future, we will retreat three leagues to show our respect!”
The crowd from the Tang Sect of Sichuan also knelt on the ground, trembling as they spoke.
“The Golden Blade Wang family of Luoyang submits as well!”
“We submit!” Many other experts and factions knelt, lowering their heads in submission, too terrified to even breathe.
“So my useless cousin is actually this powerful! He’s practically like an immortal!”
Watching all the martial artists on the platform kneel and worship Jiang Tian, Jiang Lin felt like she was in a dream, her face full of disbelief.
“You piece of trash, still daring to bully me!”
But then she suddenly noticed Chen Bo kneeling on the ground. She immediately shouted angrily, walked up to him, and asked triumphantly, “You still dare to make me, your young lady, kneel?”
“Miss Jiang, Miss Jiang, I wouldn’t dare anymore!”
Terrified that Jiang Tian would crush him to death, Chen Bo was scared out of his wits, trembling, kowtowing like pounding garlic.
“Slap yourself!”
Jiang Lin took off her shoe, grabbed Chen Bo’s chin, and started viciously slapping him.
Smack, smack, smack! The crisp sounds echoed throughout the scene.
Jiang Lin kept slapping until his cheeks were purple and swollen, snot and blood spraying everywhere, and his teeth were almost all falling out.
“Miss Jiang, have mercy! I wouldn’t dare anymore! Ah, oww, it hurts so much!” Chen Bo screamed miserably and begged for mercy.
Jiang Lin had never felt so proud and exhilarated in her entire life. As she kept slapping him, she remembered Jiang Tian’s words:
“Life-and-death combat requires not only meticulous attention to detail and feigned cooperation, but also courage as vast as the sky and spirit that can swallow mountains and rivers. On a narrow path, the brave one wins!”
“You’re clever and meticulous, but you lack the courage to fight to the very end, to fight until death!”
Back then, she had only thought Jiang Tian was arrogant, conceited, and completely reckless—utterly clueless about the danger he was in.
Only now did she realize that those words were truly golden advice. And the key point was that Jiang Tian actually had the strength to back up his words!
