Chapter 116: Yan Chuan’s Swordsmanship (2)

In an instant, several pairs of eyes suddenly sharpened.

The Wild King, Azure Dragon, Drunken Sword Sage, and even the naturally gifted sword-boned Yan Invincible—all turned their gaze toward Yan Chuan. That strike just now was astonishingly precise, precise to an incredible degree.

During Yan Invincible’s battles, sword clashes usually occurred along the blades, but Yan Chuan’s sword met the opponent’s sword at the very tip.

That minuscule point—Yan Chuan had pierced it with a single thrust?

“A coincidence? It must be a coincidence!” muttered Drunken Sword Sage.

Yan Invincible’s expression grew increasingly complicated, while the Wild King’s eyes darkened with gravity.

After the brief clash, the flying sword shot back again, aiming once more at Yan Chuan.

At that moment, Yan Chuan made a sudden, fierce turn.

The turn was sharp and swift!

His Purple-Green Sword whipped around violently; just as it completed a full circle at its peak speed, it came back to his hand.

Facing Liu Gang, Yan Chuan suddenly loosened his grip, even adding a push to the Purple-Green Sword.

“Go!” Yan Chuan commanded.

The Purple-Green Sword flew out of his hand like a fierce projectile, shooting straight at Liu Gang.

“Whoosh!”

The Purple-Green Sword and the flying sword grazed past each other, flying close side by side—one toward Liu Gang, the other toward Yan Chuan.

Witnessing this, almost everyone was stunned into immobility.

“What is he doing? Why did Yan Chuan throw away his sword?”

“He’s lost his mind! The Purple-Green Sword isn’t a flying sword!”

“Does he think it’s a throwing knife?”

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Not only the onlookers but even Yan Invincible and the Wild King were somewhat bewildered by this scene.

In a flash, the flying sword arrived before Yan Chuan, about to strike.

Yan Chuan shifted his footing and twisted his body sideways, narrowly dodging the flying sword.

The sword whistled past his nose by a hair’s breadth.

Just as everyone thought the flying sword had missed and their eyes turned toward the Purple-Green Sword, Yan Chuan moved again.

At some unknown moment, his right arm had extended; with a swift reach, he grabbed the flying sword’s hilt, all while the crowd’s vision blurred.

He caught the flying sword’s hilt?

He threw away the Purple-Green Sword but caught the flying sword?

Yan Invincible stared in astonishment at this strange maneuver.

But it was far from over. Yan Chuan spun wildly again, swinging the flying sword in a wide arc, gathering immense momentum.

As he straightened his stance, he flung the flying sword out with great force, aiming directly at Liu Gang.

Both the Purple-Green Sword and the flying sword shot simultaneously toward Liu Gang.

Two magnificent spins, two swords shot in tandem at Liu Gang.

This breathtaking transformation caused the onlookers to hold their breath, their eyes shining with dazzling light.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

The Purple-Green Sword reached Liu Gang first.

Faced with the terrifying tip of the blade, Liu Gang had no thought to control the flying sword, which now seemed blocked by a great force beyond his command.

“Ah!”

Terrified, Liu Gang staggered backward.

But no matter how fast he moved, he couldn’t outrun two swords.

“Whoosh!” “Whoosh!”

Both blades radiated killing intent, as if about to pierce Liu Gang through.

“Master!” Liu Gang cried out in terror.

“Bang!” “Bang!”

The Wild King suddenly intervened, blocking Liu Gang’s path.

He gripped a sword blade in each hand, fingers holding firm as both swords trembled violently.

“Hiss!” The Wild King stared in surprise at the swords quivering in his hands.

Liu Gang escaped with his life, sweating profusely and gasping for breath, heart still pounding with fear.

All the onlookers felt their spirits stirred by this thrilling scene, each heart swelling with excitement.

“Well done!” Mo Yu Xi was the first to shout.

She looked at Yan Chuan again, eyes sparkling with excitement, as if the dazzling twin swords had been wielded by herself.

“Well done, well done, splendid swords!” Drunken Sword Sage declared clearly.

“Amazing! Who would have thought swordsmanship could be used this way!”

“This is the first time I’ve seen swords wielded like this—absolutely stunning!”

“Throwing the sword, seizing the sword, then throwing again! Brilliant, truly unexpected!”

“Yan Chuan? Yan Tao’s son? Like father, like son, just as expected!”

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Cheers rose all around. Yan Chuan’s move was indeed extraordinarily brilliant.

Yan Invincible looked at “Uncle Wang” with complex emotions. Though hailed as a genius in swordsmanship, he couldn’t believe Liu Gang had been defeated in just one round. Could Uncle Wang’s sword technique be even stronger?

“No, I will surpass you. I will become the strongest sword cultivator under heaven!” Yan Invincible clenched his fists, swearing this in his heart.

Cheers continued to ring out.

Yet the Wild King and Liu Gang on the opposing side both wore very grim expressions.

The Wild King had made his move, declaring Liu Gang’s total defeat!

The Forty-Two Cities of the Great Zheng Kingdom changed hands completely in that fleeting moment.

“Master, I never expected Yan Chuan to abandon his sword, much less seize my flying sword. Disciple, disciple…” Liu Gang hurriedly tried to explain.

But what use was explanation? Defeat was defeat.

Who would have thought Yan Chuan would throw the Purple-Green Sword without the slightest defense? His fate was sealed.

The Wild King held the twin swords in his hands, staring darkly at Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan’s stunning move felt like a harsh slap to his face—he had no way to counter it.

“Yan Chuan!” the Wild King said coldly.

“Thank you, Wild King, for the Forty-Two Cities! Yan Chuan is grateful!” Yan Chuan smiled.

At this moment, his laughter sounded especially grating.

“Hahaha, a fine son of Yan Tao!” The Wild King’s voice was icy cold.

As he spoke, a sudden black glow erupted from the Wild King’s hands, as if he wanted to destroy the Purple-Green Sword to vent his hatred.

“Stop!” Yan Invincible shouted anxiously.

“Who dares destroy my sword!” A furious roar suddenly echoed from all directions in the void.

“Hum!” “Hum!” “Hum!”...

With the roar, a powerful sword aura radiated outward.

Among nearly a hundred onlookers, every sword began to tremble lightly, as if greeting the king of swords.

The Purple-Green Sword and the flying sword’s “Flowing Light,” even while held in the Wild King’s hand, quivered intensely.

Drunken Sword Sage was the first to feel this, quickly restraining his own sword to prevent it from resonating.

“Whoosh!”

The Purple-Green Sword slipped from the Wild King’s grasp and shot toward the center of the arena.

Suddenly, a man appeared there—a figure clad in a black hemp robe, with graying temples, standing alone.

From where he stood, an overwhelming sword aura surged forth.

“Snap!” The man grasped the Purple-Green Sword.

“Master!” Yan Invincible exclaimed with joy.

“Dugu Sword King?” Azure Dragon raised his eyebrows.

The black-robed man held the Purple-Green Sword with cold eyes fixed on the Wild King, as if two sharp swords could burst forth from his gaze—piercingly sharp.

His formidable presence was like a sharpened blade, directly targeting the heart.

Many nearby experts retreated under the pressure of this aura.

“So it’s you, Dugu Sword King?” The Wild King’s face darkened.

“How did my disciple’s sword end up in your hands?” Dugu Sword King said coldly.