The Three Realms Thief Chapter 79
byXu Yuan cupped his hands and said, “A formation combined with swordsmanship is indeed very tricky.”
“—I concede.”
The two remained seven or eight meters apart.
Bai Kui looked crestfallen.
Xu Yuan was calm.
Above his head, “clang”, “clang” sounds, inaudible to the crowd, occasionally rang out.
That was a constant stream of people hitting the lit up lamp.
The lamps shone like daylight, one by one, bead by bead, neatly arranged, increasing in number.
—This is an open competition!
“No, I was clearly alert, and I didn’t get close to you at all. Your sword shouldn’t have been that fast!” Bai Kui suddenly said.
Xu Yuan didn’t speak.
He just raised his hand and gestured.
The long sword became invisible, hidden in nothingness, reversed its flight, and with a “clang”, returned to its sheath, only then becoming visible.
Dark Spirit, specializes in stealth.
Initially, it was just a flying sword.
But with the enhancement of Dark Spirit power, it became an invisible flying sword.
Invisible!
How was he supposed to fight that?!
Many cultivators fell silent.
More young people stared at Xu Yuan, their eyes showing contempt, wariness, displeasure, and fear.
Dark Spirit!
Unless one’s cultivation level was one or several stages higher than his, they couldn’t even see him!
It’s one thing on the martial arts stage.
But on the battlefield—
Such a person would become truly terrifying!
Below the stage.
The Xiaoxiang team’s seats.
The white-haired elder fell into deep thought.
—Who should go next?
On stage.
Xu Yuan, however, spoke first: “My spiritual power is limited. Please send your strongest person up. Let’s finish with one more match.”
His voice carried far, reaching throughout the entire gymnasium.
Opposite.
All the students looked in one direction.
In the corner, a young man in a floral long gown leaned against the wall, holding a gourd, slowly sipping the spiritual medicine inside.
“Is it my turn?”
The young man asked with a smile.
It was the young man who had previously won five consecutive matches!
“Zhang Pengcheng, you go and finish this. The exchange shouldn’t get stuck on one person, even though they are the hosts,” the white-haired elder said.
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“Okay.”
The young man stood up, pressed the long sword at his waist, leaped up, and landed on the stage.
Xu Yuan, however, did not look at him.
Xu Yuan looked up at the ceiling.
A black mass hung upside down from the ceiling, slowly descending towards the martial arts stage.
—What in the world is that?
He looked around.
But everyone’s expression was normal; no one showed surprise, nor did anyone glance at the black mass.
The black mass landed beside Zhang Pengcheng, stood upright, and then, with a surge, a skull emerged from its dark body.
Then, a bony claw extended.
One bony claw after another spread out.
—It was like a huge black worm, but with a skull for a head, its hollow eye sockets staring at Xu Yuan.
“You don’t look so good, are you feeling unwell? Don’t force yourself,” Zhang Pengcheng asked curiously.
“I’m fine,” Xu Yuan said.
He lowered his eyes, took a light breath, exhaled, and when he looked up again, he was calm.
—An invisible monster.
It’s staring at me, probably trying to kill me?
“That’s good. I was just about to fight you seriously,” Zhang Pengcheng drew his long sword, and his spiritual power surged in his hand.
In an instant.
A dull sound erupted from the long sword, accompanied by spreading air waves.
Xu Yuan’s gaze was drawn back.
—The opponent’s sword qi is so abundant, and its power is extremely strong!
“I have Wind and Earth Spirit Roots,” Zhang Pengcheng explained, “My sword is fast and heavy. Most people who take one blow, even if they block it, will have their wrists fractured, or even their arms broken.”
Wind is swift, Earth is heavy.
These two combined are simply incredible!
“Why are you explaining to me?”
Xu Yuan asked.
“—I’m telling you this to hope you protect yourself and don’t get too seriously injured,” Zhang Pengcheng said with a smile, “After all, this is just a friendly sparring match, and we’re not enemies.
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Xu Yuan said, “My sword is very fast.”
—This was a repayment of the other party’s reminder.
“Fast? Sounds interesting,” Zhang Pengcheng showed an expression of interest. “I originally wanted to fight with your Jiang Xueyao, but she went abroad for study, which is a pity.”
“Your fellow student, Yang Xiaobing, won two consecutive matches, using up most of her spiritual power. My victory over her would be unfair, leaving me with regrets.”
Xu Yuan looked back at Yang Xiaobing.
The little girl rolled her eyes upon hearing this, seemingly feeling that her loss was humiliating.
On the stage.
Zhang Pengcheng finally said, “But thankfully, you’re here. We can have a good fight.”
The black monster beside him stood upright, making a pouncing motion.
In an instant.
Dense skulls emerged from its black body, covering its entire form, all facing sideways, staring at Xu Yuan.
“I’m about to attack,” Zhang Pengcheng also said.
He held his long sword level, adopting a sword stance.
Xu Yuan didn’t speak.
Two against one.
One of them was unknown.
If he was to fight this battle, he had to pay attention to two points—
1. The fact that he could see the monster still couldn’t be exposed;
2. Zhang Pengcheng was the strongest opponent, and he had to manage both him and the monster. If he neglected either side, he would lose the match.
Extremely tricky.
“Take this!”
Zhang Pengcheng strode forward, lunging at Xu Yuan with a sword strike.
The monster also moved—
All the skulls spat out long bone spikes, teeth clenched, its body hidden in Zhang Pengcheng’s shadow, pouncing on Xu Yuan together.
Xu Yuan immediately retreated.
“Retreating so fast? But retreating alone won’t dodge my sword,” Zhang Pengcheng said.
The long sword flared with brilliant light, augmented by wind spirit, and instantly caught up.
Yan Song Sword Art, Leaffall!
Xu Yuan met the attack with his sword, merely touching the opponent’s sword tip, immediately using the force to retreat.
The monster’s attack then missed.
Zhang Pengcheng pursued again.
The monster followed again.
“Where are you running off to!”
Zhang Pengcheng swung his sword horizontally in mid-air.
Arc Dance!
Sword Qi sliced a long mark across the ground, flying towards Xu Yuan.
Xu Yuan dodged sideways, just about to attack again, when he saw the monster hiding behind the sword qi, pouncing fiercely at him.
A fatal blow!
Xu Yuan’s pupils contracted, and he sank his body, narrowly dodging it.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Pengcheng had already caught up.
“Got you.”
Zhang Pengcheng laughed loudly and struck another sword.
Clang!
The two swords clashed.
As expected, it was powerful and heavy, almost impossible to deflect!
Xu Yuan slammed his hand on the ground, flying backwards to evade.
Just as he stabilized.
The monster, however, had already turned back and stood in Zhang Pengcheng’s shadow again.
“Exciting! Again!”
Zhang Pengcheng charged at Xu Yuan excitedly.
The monster also accelerated, pouncing like a shadow.
At this moment.
Xu Yuan was already at the edge of the martial arts stage; any further retreat would cause him to fall off and be declared defeated.
He watched the monster’s movements and suddenly understood its battle strategy.
“It wants to hide within Zhang Pengcheng’s attacks, launch an assault on me at the same time, and create the illusion that I was killed by Zhang Pengcheng.”
—To an ordinary person, this would look like a combat accident.
“But to those who sent it, this is a public execution.”
“Someone must have sent it to kill me—because I knew that multi-legged woman in a illusory past era, ten years ago.”
“In this era, I have never had any interaction with such a monster!”
All these thoughts flashed through Xu Yuan’s mind in an instant.
Then—
Like a receding tide, the answer unequivocally surfaced in his heart.
It’s Tongling and Tongbao.
They can actually control ghosts!
How did they do it?
“Take this,” Zhang Pengcheng shouted.
His sword, heavy as a thousand pounds yet light as a feather, cleaved down towards Xu Yuan’s head.
Yan Song Sword Art – Earth Ripple Slash!
The long sword’s blade became blurred, enveloped by countless elemental and wind spirit powers, emitting an enraged roar as it cut through the air.
—This is a self-created sword move.
Very powerful!
The monster moved in response, all its bone blades bristling and thrusting forward with full force.
On the spectator stand.
Yang Xiaobing gripped her hands tightly, her face pale, an ominous premonition almost overflowing in her heart.
“Xu Yuan, dodge!”
She couldn’t help but let out a shout infused with spiritual power.
Everyone held their breath.
Xu Yuan stared blankly, but did not dodge.
His sword hung to the ground, and he stood motionless, as if he was about to concede.
At this very moment—in a world unknown to anyone.
On the other side.
The Earth at the same moment.
Many people, dressed in simple clothes, were being interviewed online.
—To commemorate a person.
The background music was not somber, but rather quite lively.
“This is his playlist, I think he would like it if he heard it.”
A scruffy man holding a microphone said with a smile, “We probably won’t see such a strong opponent again. To be honest, I still miss him when he hadn’t grown up yet.”
“If he were still here, I’d want to keep fighting him.”
“But after he left, who among you is my match?”
“It’s boring.”
“I’m retiring today.”
The man took a swig of wine, his eyes deep, his expression dim.
The scene changed.
A beautiful and moving girl held a microphone, revealing a charming smile.
“When I first joined the club, he chased me away, saying that if I had no talent, I should quickly find a job.”
“And then?” someone asked.
“Then I fought him, and he recognized me.”
“You won?”
“No,” the girl smiled, “I didn’t lose that badly; he thought I could make a living from this, and then—”
“He paid for my father’s medical treatment, helped me find a place to live, and brought me along until today.”
The girl showed off the “World Team Champion” trophy.
She looked at the camera, tears streaming down her face: “We won, but why did you leave?”
“Where did you go?”
She cried heartbrokenly, her makeup ruined, clutching the microphone tightly and saying, “I haven’t told you yet, I’ve always liked you!”
“Where did you go?”
“Why did you leave!!!”
The scene shifted again.
A middle-aged man sat with his arms crossed, deep in thought: “I’ve nurtured many athletes.”
“But in desperate situations, very few can fiercely counterattack and ultimately win the competition.”
“No matter when, he can deliver astonishing performances, and everyone even says,”
“When you think you’re going to win, be careful not to be ambushed by him.”
The man smiled faintly, seemingly lost in thought.
“He’s the strongest, always. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another player like him.”
In the lively music, the scenes constantly changed.
One by one, the mourners spoke: “No one has won so many competitions.”
“The strongest, the loneliest master, spanning multiple events, always number one.”
“His battles are a joy to watch, I learned a lot, mainly his fighting spirit.”
“He also helped build a primary school in the mountains.”
“He’s not arrogant at all, it’s just that he’s too ruthless in matches.”
“A worthy king.”
“Yes, you all agree with me.”
“You must agree.”
—He is the King of Combat.
The screen turned dark.
Darkness.
Silence.
No sound.
On the other side.
Another world that no one could see.
On the martial arts stage.
The sword, along with the monster, charged forward.
He had no way to retreat.
—Either die, or lose!
“Shop.”
Xu Yuan muttered silently.
A virtual shop, equally unseen by anyone, immediately appeared before him.
“Refresh.”
“Refresh.”
“Refresh.”
“Refresh!”
As he silently chanted rapidly, the gold coins dropped from “238” and plummeted wildly.
The goods on the shelves were almost immediately replaced by updated ones as soon as they were refreshed.
Xu Yuan could not retreat further.
In a short instant, 73 gold coins were spent.
And in that same instant.
His hand pressed against his waist.
That waist bag—
Ethereal Wanderer Waist Bag.
With a capacity of three hundred cubic meters, a luxury storage space that opened and closed with thought.
His hand was steady and clean, without a drop of sweat.
“Open.”
He whispered.
This “open” was meant for everyone to hear.
This way, everyone would know that he had opened his storage bag and taken something out.
Lines of luminous small characters, following his movements, frantically refreshed in mid-air: “You spent 7 gold coins to purchase the sword: White Rainbow;”
“You spent 30 gold coins to purchase the sword: Long Hook;”
“You spent 13 gold coins to purchase the sword: Screen Wall;”
“You are retrieving these swords.”
Naturally, others could not see these small characters.
In everyone’s eyes, they only saw him place his hand on the storage bag, and then—
He crouched down, rushing forward to meet Zhang Pengcheng’s long sword.
“Bold!”
Zhang Pengcheng roared, a little angry.
He had already told the other party that his sword was extremely powerful, and touching it would result in a broken bone. How much more so to meet it head-on in battle?
Could it be that, in addition to his dark spirit root, the opponent also possessed powerful self-created moves?
In that case, he was truly worth a fight!
Zhang Pengcheng added another two points of spiritual power to his sword, fully unleashing the Earth Ripple Slash.
Sword.
Cut down from above.
The air current of the wind, mingled with a deep sword hum, almost cleaved through everything opposite!
At this instant.
Xu Yuan released his hand from the waist bag.
In an instant.
Lines of small characters popped out silently: “You have cast the advanced fundamental origin method of Sword Control Art, the Ancient Chronicle True Text, Dual Spirit Sword Control Secret Transmission: Night Rain (Fragmented).”
“Description: Use this sword art to condense thought threads of two spiritual power attributes, manipulating one or two weapons from a distance, or even three, four, five, up to ten, to execute any sword style.”
—A small building hears spring rain for a night.”
“You manipulate ten swords with thought threads, dancing and slashing together, jointly casting the sword art ‘Swallow’s Return’.”
“You have imbued it with the power of the Gold Spirit.”
Unlike the ‘Night Rain’ that appeared in the equipment room last time—under the full gaze of everyone.
A twilight sunset silently appeared behind Xu Yuan.
Sword.
Flying sword.
One flying sword after another connected end to end, imbued with the power of the Gold Spirit, rapidly spinning in mid-air.
Every sword was ready to attack.
The rotation was to create more variations and to better coordinate their positions.
They actually formed a perfect and complete circle.
It was simply the pinnacle of craftsmanship.
A circle, artistically, first represents perfection!
And—
This circle emitted the unique golden light of the Gold Spirit.
It was a blazing sun, a golden crow, a setting sun.
Behold, the golden light shone brightly, driving threads and wisps of sword qi, reflecting scenes of a vast, twilight sunset, enveloping the stage with an ethereal haze.
Suddenly, a strange thing happened.
Lines of boldly written characters condensed out of thin air, appearing beside Xu Yuan, and entered everyone’s sight: “The sun sets in the west.”
The wind stirred his clothes.
The opponent’s sword had already come flying, but he paid it no mind, merely raising a hand to control the sword art, like a lonely traveler journeying alone under the setting sun, in extreme solitude, raising his hand, casually shooing away annoying mosquitoes.
In the entire gymnasium, almost all the cultivators couldn’t help but stand up.
Another line of text appeared on the other side of the mid-air: “Heartbroken person”
The words that followed were blurry.
However.
This was indeed a strange phenomenon born from a sword technique!
In the boundless silence.
—It’s an imagery!!!
Someone screamed.
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