On the arena, Zhao Bing thrust his sword over a dozen times in a row, but failed to truly injure his opponent.
However, he refused to believe it was impossible.
Fighting as he retreated, he dodged the opponent's frantic attacks while continuously executing the Thirteen Deadly Swords.
This time, every single strike was aimed at the opponent's neck.
This tactic startled the man.
Although the defense of the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art was incredibly strong, it still had its limits.
If one spot was continuously struck, there would eventually come a moment when it could no longer be defended.
At this point, he no longer dared to fight with wild, wide-open moves, completely disregarding defense.
From time to time, he had to use his hands to block the sword energy Zhao Bing slashed toward his neck.
Seeing the opponent actively using his hands to defend, Zhao Bing knew his idea was right.
The next moment, the Thirteen Deadly Swords were unleashed to their absolute limit.
Thirteen afterimages relentlessly attacked the exact same spot.
Sparks flew in all directions.
The tide of the battle reversed in an instant.
Originally, Zhao Bing had been fighting while retreating, but now it was the Ancient Clan member who was forced to protect his neck while exchanging blows with Zhao Bing.
Cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.
Because looking at Zhao Bing's stance, it was obvious he wanted to chop his head off.
The man immediately felt the urge to retreat.
But it was too late.
Under his active defense, his neck was protected.
But his arms were the first to give out.
First was his right wrist; every time he protected his neck, Zhao Bing pierced his wrist.
Unknowingly, his wrist had already taken over a dozen sword strikes.
It could no longer hold up and began to bleed.
The greatest flaw of the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art was finally exposed.
Once injured, that wound would become his vulnerable spot.
At this time, he could no longer care about protecting his neck, and instead began trying to figure out how to protect his wrist.
However, before long, blood sprayed from his left upper arm.
"Damn it!"
The man knew he was definitely going to lose.
If he held on any longer, he would only suffer worse injuries.
He turned around, wanting to flee the arena.
The moment he turned around.
A patch of skin on his back, having endured thirty strikes, also gave way.
The man was startled. The back was not like the arms.
Arms could defend from the front, but he couldn't reach his own back.
A fear of death filled his heart.
He dashed madly toward the edge of the arena, wanting to jump off.
His original impassioned fervor had now turned into gnashing teeth.
As for the other spectators, they couldn't help but exclaim:
"This bro is pretty fierce!"
"He actually chopped the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art to pieces!"
"The Ancient Clan is really getting slapped in the face right now!"
"That guy from the Ancient Clan is clearly trying to run away. Why is he still chasing? Could it be..."
...
Under everyone's incredulous gazes.
Zhao Bing pursued relentlessly and thrust his sword straight into the wound on the man's back.
The sword energy instantly shredded his internal organs.
The fleeing figure only felt a sudden chill in his back.
He stumbled and spat out a large mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs!
"How dare you!"
The elders of the Ancient Clan could no longer sit still.
Gu Yang's hands were trembling with anger.
But remembering that there were still two Ancient Clan hostages, he could only stop them, saying:
"Don't be impulsive. People all over the world are watching our Ancient Clan right now!"
His words made the elders suppress the killing intent in their hearts.
However, the younger generation of the Ancient Clan by the arena could no longer hold back.
Immediately, two of them jumped onto the arena.
"You dared to kill a member of our Ancient Clan, today you will die!"
Without another word, the two attacked together.
At this, the audience at the scene could no longer contain themselves.
Waves of mockery rang out.
"If you can't afford to lose, why host a tournament?"
"It's really a case of 'you can burn down houses, but we can't even light a lamp'!"
"You panic when only two die, but when hundreds of ours died, we didn't see you panic!"
"Two against one, the Ancient Clan is clearly breaking the rules!"
...
The audience's mocking voices made Gu Yang and the others' faces look extremely ugly.
Now, the eyes of everyone in the venue were focused on Zhao Bing's match.
They were all drawn to this fierce man who had killed two Ancient Clan members in a row.
Gu Yang had to shout to stop them:
"You two, get down here!"
"Do you think the Ancient Clan hasn't lost enough face?"
However, just as his words left his mouth, he saw Zhao Bing trade an injury for an injury, directly slicing off one of their heads.
In the moment the other man was shocked, Zhao Bing pierced him straight through the heart.
What was even more ruthless was that Zhao Bing swung his sword again, beheading that man as well.
This ensured that even if the Ancient Clan had Vermilion Fruits, they would have no chance to save him.
Gu Chen angrily smashed the chair beneath him to pieces.
But he was left speechless.
The Ancient Clan had broken the rules first, going two against one, only to be counter-killed.
He could only swallow his broken teeth and keep his grievances to himself.
A few more Ancient Clan youths grew red-eyed and wanted to attack together.
Gu Yang could finally sit still no longer.
With a flash, he appeared directly at the edge of the arena to stop those impulsive young men.
"Do not be insolent!"
"This is a tournament organized by our Ancient Clan!"
"Have you not lost enough face already?!"
"If you want to fight in the arena, follow the rules and challenge him one by one!"
"But you are not allowed to go up there to die and disgrace the Ancient Clan!"
The young men all stared at Zhao Bing with red eyes.
Gu Yang's words sobered them up a bit.
They understood that the Ancient Clan had thoroughly disgraced itself today.
And there was nothing they could do about it.
After all, they had been the ones killing people first all along.
They just never expected to run into someone who didn't care about his life, someone who dared to kill Ancient Clan members in public.
At this moment, the entire stadium was boiling with noise, as everyone discussed Zhao Bing's battle.
"I never say 'holy shit!' but I really couldn't hold it back just now!"
"I originally respected you as a tough guy, but it turns out you're a god!"
"Brother deserves to be enshrined in the Imperial Ancestral Temple; even if he dies, it's worth it."
"Mother of God! One person killed four Ancient Clan geniuses; even Jesus couldn't save him now."
...
Gu Yang's eyes were bloodshot. Staring fixedly at Zhao Bing on the arena, he said coldly:
"Who are you?"
"Since you dare to kill Ancient Clan members, why bother hiding your face?"
At this moment, everyone looked at Zhao Bing.
They were also very curious.
What did this guy wearing a baseball cap and a mask actually look like?
They wanted to know even more who this incredibly fierce person was.
Zhao Bing felt that there was no need to hide anymore at this moment.
He probably wouldn't make it out of the Holy Capital alive today.
But having killed four Ancient Clan members.
He felt extremely exhilarated.
He felt that his mind was indeed much clearer and unburdened.
It was just a pity that his sword Dao still hadn't broken through.
Furthermore, in order to participate in the tournament, he hadn't had the time to go to the Immortal Capital to see his master one last time.
Under everyone's expectant gazes, Zhao Bing took off his sweat-soaked mask and baseball cap.
Revealing that ferocious scarred face.
Gu Yang's eyes abruptly widened.
He recognized Zhao Bing at a glance; this was the sword master who had obstructed the sacrifice to the flood dragon in the ruins of Linhai City last time.
However, he wasn't the only one who recognized him.
A large number of spectators at the scene also recognized that familiar scarred face.
Even though he had disappeared for ten years.
"It's him! It's actually him!"
"The Chosen Scarface! The disciple of Great Xia's hero, Chen Feng!"
"I didn't expect it to be that martial arts fanatic!"
"As expected of the Great Xia hero's disciple. Just like Chen Feng, he is simply the nemesis of the Ancient Clan."
...
The entire stadium instantly became lively.
The enthusiastic discussions and exclamations shocked the entire Ancient Clan.
Listening to the uproar of the audience, the members of the Ancient Clan stared blankly at Zhao Bing.
They had not expected that this person was actually Chen Feng's disciple.
Zhao Bing stared at Gu Yang, his face full of arrogance.
"The name is Zhao Bing!"
"You might not know who I am, but you definitely know my master."
"My master is the hero of Great Xia, Chen Feng!"
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
