Chapter 603: Zhen Zhen's Flying Sword

Chapter 603: Zhenzhen's Flying Sword

Amidst the black sword qi, a faint, ominous, and profound aura permeated the air.

As Zhang Yu felt the path of this sword qi, he sensed its power to extinguish all vitality; it seemed that even the spiritual energy, once vibrant in the atmosphere, succumbed to a state of inertia as the sword qi spread.

Yet in the recent fierce battles, the Xuanming Guixu Art unleashed by Kuang Tianqing, which had been nearly invincible and shielded her from almost all attacks, now showed faint signs of crumbling under the onslaught of the black sword qi, even as it continuously devoured it.

"It's not just the spiritual energy; wherever the sword qi passes, even the astral winds and magical power show signs of disintegration..."

Zhang Yu's heart pounded as he thought, "Is this the true might of the Ultimate Emotion Sword Dao?"

"Such power... is simply the ultimate means of offense."

"I can win!"

"This single strike! It can shatter Kuang Tianqing's Xuanming Guixu Art!"

Seeing this, Zhang Yu felt a surge of exhilaration, silently rejoicing that his recent acting had not been in vain.

It turned out that during his recent entanglement with Kuang Tianqing, to help Bai Zhenzhen further unleash the might of the Ultimate Emotion Sword Dao, Zhang Yu had feigned that he himself had been dishonored.

"As long as A-Zhen's strength can advance further, what does it matter if I am truly dishonored?"

Zhang Yu sighed inwardly, "I suppose I've been influenced by the Kunxu mindset after all."

While pondering this, Zhang Yu pushed all his military-grade power with even greater ferocity, determined to lock down Kuang Tianqing before him, denying her any chance to dodge Bai Zhenzhen's strike.

But just then, a subtle sense of dissonance suddenly welled up in Zhang Yu's heart, a faint discordance, as if he had overlooked something amiss.

"Why..."

Zhang Yu stared sharply at Kuang Tianqing before him.

He had finally discovered the source of this unease.

Even as the Xuanming Guixu Art ahead gradually collapsed, not a trace of surprise, tension, or shock could be seen on Kuang Tianqing's face.

Even the lecherous expression she had worn just moments ago while fighting him had vanished completely.

At this moment, all Zhang Yu could see in Kuang Tianqing's eyes was a profound stillness.

It was like a lightless, unfathomable abyss; no matter how hard he strained his eyes, he could not see the bottom.

Watching this scene, Zhang Yu's heart sank instinctively, a premonition of dread rising within him: "What have we failed to consider? Where exactly did things go wrong?"

Then, in the next instant, he heard Kuang Tianqing say indifferently, "After all this time, have you finally broken through?"

"At least all my efforts haven't been in vain."

"And thank you too, immortal dregs."

Kuang Tianqing glanced at Zhang Yu as if looking at a lifeless object; the madness and depravity that had marked her face earlier were gone, as if everything before had been merely an illusion, a fleeting dream.

Then, to Zhang Yu's astonishment, Kuang Tianqing abruptly halted the Xuanming Guixu Art she had been channeling, turned her gaze toward the source of the black sword qi, and said with absolute certainty, "Bai Zhenzhen, you now have the qualification to be elevated from a captive to my sword."

"I will use you to defeat Dao Qiankun."

In Kuang Tianqing's mind, she had never focused on the victory or defeat of a single battle before her.

Even the entire first team competition, including Tianmo University's ranking, was not her foremost concern.

There was only one ultimate goal in Kuang Tianqing's mind.

To claim first place in the Ten Great Leagues!

Although her rapid advancement in strength had given her immense confidence, a seventy, eighty... or even ninety percent chance of defeating all opponents and becoming the strongest among the Ten Great Universities.

Yet whether it was eighty or ninety percent, it was ultimately not a hundred percent certainty.

"What method is there?"

"What other means?"

"To push my strength even further."

"To give me absolute certainty, to let me suppress all opponents, and seize the championship of the Ten Great Leagues with overwhelming power?"

Until a month before the tournament, Kuang Tianqing had been constantly thinking, pondering, and searching for the answer.

And upon sensing the Ultimate Emotion Sword Dao within Bai Zhenzhen, Kuang Tianqing found her inspiration.

"Practitioners of the Ultimate Emotion Sword Dao make the finest materials for a flying sword."

"But under normal circumstances, with the protection of the Seven Emotions Divine Lord, it would be impossible for me to possess them."

"Yet today, in this match, even the Seven Emotions Divine Lord cannot stop me."

"This is my best opportunity to obtain Bai Zhenzhen and refine her into a flying sword!"

"And as long as I possess this flying sword refined from an inheritor of the Ultimate Emotion Sword Dao, no one on this battlefield will be able to stop me."

"My chance of claiming first place in the Ten Great Leagues will be... one hundred percent!!"

With this thought in mind, upon entering the arena, Kuang Tianqing made finding Bai Zhenzhen her primary objective.

To this end, she issued a notice in the group chat of the four universities: Tianmo, Youming, Baigu, and Hehuan.

"Whoever sees Bai Zhenzhen, notify me immediately."

When Kuang Tianqing found Bai Zhenzhen and Zhang Yu at the very first opportunity, it was as if a chorus of cheers erupted in her mind.

"I've hit the jackpot." "No! It's not a jackpot, not luck, this is... my destiny!"

"Students, teachers, the university, the Transformation Gods... countless people are expecting me to take first place."

"And today! Even the will of heaven stands on my side!"

"I am destined to claim the championship of the Ten Great Leagues!"

Just a moment before the black sword qi struck, Zhang Yu felt the space before him empty; Kuang Tianqing, whom he had been tightly entangled with, seemed to dissolve into an intangible shadow, passing directly through his body.

Tianmo University's military-grade Daoist art—the Tianmo Void Method!

Zhang Yu's heart jolted in shock: "The intelligence never said Kuang Tianqing had cultivated this military-grade Daoist art..."

The next moment, he realized: "The Tianmo Phantom Body Method was originally cultivated by Kuang Tianqing herself."

"This Tianmo Void Method was passed down to her by the Divine Lord of Tianmo University..."

In an instant, over half of Kuang Tianqing's body turned into a phantom, and then, reinforced by the military-grade Dharma Skeleton, the rest of her body was also pushed into a phantasmal state, piercing through Zhang Yu's body in a flash and appearing behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yu had become Kuang Tianqing's shield, standing firmly in the path of the black sword qi.

Seeing this, Bai Zhenzhen let out a roar, using all her strength to control the turn of the sword qi and the flying sword.

But Bai Zhenzhen's previous strike had left no room for reserve; now, with this sudden change in direction, the sword qi on her body violently rebelled, bursting out of her body and raising a mist of blood across her skin.

At the same time, although most of the sword qi changed direction, strands of black sword qi still grazed half of Zhang Yu's body, leaving a patch of pitch-black sword marks.

Kuang Tianqing smiled faintly, already taking a step forward and leaping toward Bai Zhenzhen's position.

Zhang Yu reached out with a palm, his Earth Fiend Gravity sweeping over Kuang Tianqing's body, but it was like grasping at a shadow, failing to hold her back.

Looking at the severely wounded Zhang Yu, Kuang Tianqing said indifferently, "Dregs on the path of immortality, if not for Bai Zhenzhen, you wouldn't even be qualified to be my opponent."

Then she turned her head toward Bai Zhenzhen: "You are different."

"Become the sword in my hand."

Witnessing this scene, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth fiercely: "Damn it..."

Feeling the black sword qi from the glancing blow run rampant within his body, ravaging his protective aura, magical power, flesh, blood, and meridians wherever it swept...

Seizing the moment, Zhang Yu swiftly equipped himself with the Sacred Body of Earth and Wood set, only then did the injuries within his body stabilize.

Yet, gazing at Kuang Tianqing ahead, Zhang Yu's spirit could not relax in the slightest.

On the other side, Bai Zhenzhen let out a hoarse roar; drenched in blood, she remotely controlled her flying sword, scattering the black sword qi from her entire body as she charged toward Kuang Tianqing.

Watching this, Zhang Yu's heart sank: "No, Zhen will lose if she keeps fighting in this state."

Just like her endless trump cards of Daoist arts, after clashing with Kuang Tianqing until this point, Zhang Yu gradually realized that his previous understanding of her was utterly wrong.

Especially after feeling the sheer indifference in Kuang Tianqing's gaze just moments ago, Zhang Yu finally began to glimpse her true underlying nature.

"Madness, arrogance, debauchery... these are all mere disguises. And according to her own words, pestering me and enraging Zhen were also meant to turn Zhen into her sword..."

As if peeling back layer upon layer of wrapping, Zhang Yu looked at Kuang Tianqing before him and mused inwardly: "This woman... even against the weakest of opponents, she never once considers a head-on clash."

"Using vile means to achieve her goals, leveraging her own strength to strike at the enemy's weaknesses..."

"Strength by any means, victory by any means—this is likely the true essence of Kuang Tianqing's character."

Just as Zhang Yu's heart continued to sink, a message surfaced in his ocular relic.

Wen Wuya: You two, do you need long-range support?

Seeing this, Zhang Yu's expression shifted, a faint smile touching the corners of his lips: "They're finally here."

...

High above the Floating Continent.

Wen Wuya sat cross-legged in the sky, gazing silently down at the continent below.

At the same time, her consciousness soared as if beyond the ninth heaven, remotely controlling a fleet of Heaven-Patrolling Flying Swords to sweep across the boundless, colossal arena, casting the mountains, rivers, grasslands, forests, deserts, lakes, volcanoes, and glaciers of this continent all into her gaze...

Under Wen Wuya's observation, battle after battle erupted across the Floating Continent; the fierce conflicts continued to spread, gradually stoking the battle fervor within her heart.

"Heaven-Patrolling Flying Swords calibration complete."

"Full-territory coordinate correction complete."

"Now..."

Wen Wuya clenched her hand, as if gathering the entire battlefield into her palm: "The entire arena is within my striking range."

Glancing at the support request Zhang Yu had sent earlier, Wen Wuya swept her gaze toward the approximate location he had marked.

"Kuang Tianqing?"

"Face to face, I am indeed no match for you."

"But at this distance, within this range... no one can stop me."

(End of Chapter)