Chapter 510: Wish Yourself Good Luck

"What is the Union of Ten Thousand Swords?" Gabriel snorted coldly; if it truly were a powerful martial technique, how could he have never even heard of it?!

"I, Gabriel, was not raised on empty threats!" Thumping his chest, he roared, "I said I would grant you three moves, and three moves it shall be!"

With those words, he truly stood stock-still, showing absolutely no intention of making a move.

"Has this man lost his mind?" Jiang Xiaoyue exclaimed in surprise.

Even if one were significantly stronger than their opponent, what sense did it make to stand still and let oneself be struck?

Was that not courting death? Could a human body truly be harder and more resilient than tempered blades?

"Ignorant and easily surprised." Beside Fang Qi, the brown-haired youth's lips curled slightly; his Lingzhou dialect was even more clumsy than Gabriel's, but his meaning could still be discerned. "Gabriel is the peerless genius of our Frost Dragon Clan. He has bathed his body in dragon blood since childhood and has already mastered the legendary Demonic Dragon Physique. Let alone blades and spears, not even the ferocious beasts of the Great Snowy Mountains can harm him in the slightest!"

Bringing this up, the youth displayed a look of proud arrogance. "Do you understand now, little girl? His physique is even stronger than martial techniques!"

"Oh, so that's how it is?" Jiang Xiaoyue hummed. "You claim to grant the other party three moves, yet you're channeling a martial technique the entire time!"

"..." The youth of the Frost Dragon Clan instantly had veins popping on his forehead.

At this moment, upon the martial arena, Liang Heihu let out a furious roar as a dense, surging sword intent agitated, his entire body bursting with a dazzling radiance of swords!

As the sword intent swept over them, Gabriel immediately felt the raging, majestic power of the opponent's strike. His expression darkened; though he was defending, he immediately circulated his martial Qi throughout his entire body. As the martial Qi gathered, fine and dense scale patterns faintly manifested across his body and face, making his already somewhat wicked countenance appear even more ferocious.

The human appearance faded, replaced by a half-human, half-dragon visage.

The armor on his body was instantly ripped open by the sword intent, revealing patches of grayish-black scales upon his chest.

The wild wind howled backward and the sword intent surged like a tide. Under Liang Heihu's control, the endless sword Qi resembled a raging dragon as it swept toward Gabriel.

The sword Qi crashed against Gabriel's chest, producing a succession of clanging noises, like the dull impact of metal against stone!

"Hangling! Ha ha ha ha! Excellent!" Gabriel laughed wildly. "Of all these people, you are the first to make me taste the sensation of pain! Although you are a whole major realm lower than me, you... have earned the right to be proud."

"But if it is merely to this extent," he shook his head, "seeking to challenge me is a bit too arrogant!"

That seemingly indestructible sword Qi was actually deflected by those grayish-black scales coated in martial Qi; as it struck the ground, the earth instantly cracked and shattered stones flew in all directions.

"Did you see that?!" The brown-haired youth beside Fang Qi boasted proudly. "This is the true strength of our Western Polar Domain's geniuses!"

At this moment, not only Liang Heihu, but even the spectating martial artists of the Deserted Sea Domain revealed looks of astonishment.

"This fellow is a bit fierce..." Song Qingfeng took a large gulp of iced black tea.

Nalan Mingxue nodded. "Though he is somewhat arrogant, he indeed possesses the capital to be so."

An Cheng said, "Can he be defeated? This brute seems a bit too fierce."

"It seems a bit uncertain now... It can even block the Union of Ten Thousand Swords?!" Su Tianji stared at the martial arena, dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, the crowd of Western Polar Domain martial artists beside Fang Qi also began to chatter animatedly in their native tongue.

"Good job, Gabriel!"

"Let these martial artists of Lingzhou and the Deserted Sea Domain witness our might!"

Although their previous performance had been somewhat lacking, they could finally turn the tables now.

Alva, Eberly, and the others who had just been beaten to the ground were practically on the verge of shouting praises from the floor.

Xiya said indifferently, "It seems my judgment was not mistaken. Though Gabriel is not much of a person, his strength is still commendable."

"Boss." Jiang Xiaoyue pointed angrily at those speaking the Western Polar language. "What are they discussing now? Are they speaking ill of us?!"

Boss Fang shrugged. "They are saying... no zuo no die."

"What is 'no zuo no die'?" Jiang Xiaoyue asked curiously. "Why do I still not understand?"

"No courting death, no dying," Boss Fang explained.

"What did you say?!" The Western Polar Domain martial artist nearby looked over with a dark face, looking as though he truly wanted to strike someone.

The moment his words fell, he suddenly felt the greatswords carried by several Western Polar Domain martial artists begin to tremble violently.

"My sword?!"

"Why is it flying away?!"

"My Rock Smasher!"

"My Steel Severer!"

Xiya nearby also let out a cry of alarm: "My Blood Thorn!"

Martial artists were different from cultivators; most martial artists never let their swords leave their hands, yet at this moment, all of them flew outward.

Behind her, several elders of the Red Dragon Clan were desperately pinning down the greatswords in their hands, to the point where they almost sat upon them.

She watched as that incomparably mighty two-handed greatsword beside her also flew out.

It was not just their swords; even the unsheathed swords of the Haotian Academy and Deserted Sea Domain martial artists present, which had not been stored away in spatial artifacts, began to let out a collective, prolonged hum.

As the swords chimed, a long cry like a dragon's roar suddenly resounded. Whether they were greatswords or ordinary longswords, whether they were precious blades worn by the martial artists present or practice swords on the weapons rack of the arena—

Even the black spiritual sword worn by Nalan Hongwu leapt from its scabbard!

"This is...?" Mu Qing, Yue Bai, Li Ranruo, and the others had not joined the Haotian Academy disciples but were sitting with Jiang Xiaoyue; at this moment, they cried out repeatedly, "Boss, this is still the opening stance of the Union of Ten Thousand Swords, but why does it feel different from before?!"

Jiang Xiaoyue was holding a bag of potato chips and eating, even sharing a couple with the others as she spoke, "You guys don't watch the show carefully. The version that person displayed just now was clearly the one the Nameless Master used when he wandered around with only ten percent of his cultivation."

Although it was impossible for Liang Heihu to have used only ten percent of his power just now, he clearly had not exerted his full strength.

And now...

Liang Heihu raised one hand in a sword gesture while curving the other in front of his chest, his arms forming a circle. In the sky, countless rapidly flying swords began to swirl, resembling a coiled dragon in the air. He let out a thunderous shout, "Let you witness just how earth-shattering the true Union of Ten Thousand Swords is!"

Liang Heihu's arms shook, and the countless swords in the sky, drawn by his influence, split apart to form two raging dragons.

Ten thousand swords resembled dragons, roaring fiercely as an all-enveloping, terrifying sword intent strangled toward Gabriel.

Taking the lead, greatsword after greatsword smashed heavily toward Gabriel.

Seeing these greatswords, Gabriel's vision swam.

Among them were several with which he was extremely familiar. Rock Smasher was a piece of craftsmanship from the Frost Dragon Clan, combining star iron with their unique ancient techniques; a single strike could easily crush solid rock.

Steel Severer was a treasured blade of the Black Dragon Clan; in a clash of weapons, it could sever an opponent's blade in an instant.

Blood Thorn, this two-handed greatsword, was a divine object of the Red Dragon Clan, bearing an ancient dragonslaying curse; a gentle stroke could slice through a dragon's incredibly hard scales, and every strike could sap the opponent's strength.

Not to mention, the terrifying sword intent attached to them could allow even ordinary swords to slice through metal and stone!

Just these three swords alone made him want to spit blood, to say nothing of the dense, countless gleams of swords following behind.

In this instant, ten thousand swords fell like a torrential rain upon his body! Gabriel was utterly stupefied.

The elders of the Western Polar Domain could no longer care about anything else: "Quick! Hold down the swords! Hold them down quickly!"

As for lending a hand...

They truly had no time for that.

He could only fend for himself.

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