C218 No Life Sword(1)

As one array flag after another shattered, Woo Zhengyang's expression shifted slightly. He had to admit he underestimated the combat prowess of Patriarch Liu. Although they were both at the Reality Condensing Stage, the blade energy from Patriarch Liu's Red Flame Blade couldn't extend beyond the weapon itself. However, his mastery of the "Red Flame Blade Technique" had reached its peak. With a single slash, the attack covered several yards around him, and its power was immense, effortlessly breaking through Woo Zhengyang's formation.

Woo Zhengyang had planned to disrupt Patriarch Liu with the first move of the "Ink Night Sword Washing Arts" the moment the formation was broken. But given the current situation, he couldn't get close enough. With the formation shattered, Patriarch Liu's momentum was unstoppable as he swung his blade at Woo Zhengyang once more.

"Red Flame like silk, fire condensed into a line!"

The crimson blade of the Red Flame Blade suddenly dimmed, but a bright, fiery line at the edge of the blade shone intensely, more dazzling than real flames. This time, Patriarch Liu's technique shifted focus, targeting Woo Zhengyang alone rather than a wide area. Having witnessed the power of the previous move, Woo Zhengyang knew this attack was extraordinary. Yet, given the speed of Patriarch Liu's strike, even retreating would result in being injured by the blade's energy. So, Woo Zhengyang decided to meet the attack head-on.

The Autumn Water Sword was infused with energy carrying the power of chilling ice, and a layer of frost formed on its blade as Woo Zhengyang pushed his abilities to their limits.

"What... isn't he supposed to have fire-based powers? Why is there cold air coming from his sword?"

"Could it be that he possesses both ice and fire abilities? Even if he does, one would need a method to balance them. Who exactly is this guy?"

Seeing the transformation of the Autumn Water Sword, the crowd, who had already considered Woo Zhengyang extraordinary, was once again left in awe.

Unlike martial skills, which can't alter a practitioner's physical attributes, spiritual abilities can change one's body and even its properties. While advanced martial artists might achieve this, it's a distant concept for most.

For instance, the Liu family's "Crimson Flame Saber Technique" loses much of its power without a fire-infused weapon. Just like the Liu family patriarch, who used the same technique, yet his Black Raven Broken Blade showed no sign of flames.

The Autumn Water Sword is a water-based weapon, not ice-based. Even if transitioning between the two is relatively easy, it's not something achievable at the Martial Master Stage.

Yet here, Woo Zhengyang's sword was coated with frost, which could only mean one thing: his energy had an ice attribute. Coupled with the fiery red energy he just displayed, it could only be explained by possessing both ice and fire abilities.

"Ink Night Sword Washing Arts!"

Woo Zhengyang had no time to worry about what others thought. He unleashed the first move of the Ink Night Sword Washing Arts with all his might. As his sword sliced through the air, a chilling aura spread, making Woo Zhengyang feel as if he had stepped into a blustery, snowy night.

However, the battle-hardened experience of Patriarch Liu was unmatched by younger fighters. When Woo Zhengyang's sword began to frost over, Patriarch Liu's expression turned grave. The moment Woo Zhengyang's sword struck, Patriarch Liu sensed something was amiss. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, his brow furrowed under the illusion's influence, yet his descending blade lost none of its power.

"Clang..."

The fiery blade clashed with the icy sword, producing a sharp, piercing sound. Woo Zhengyang's sword technique relied heavily on illusions as its main offensive strategy, with his actual combat strength being rather average. With just one hit, Woo Zhengyang was knocked back several yards, his hand tingling and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Given Woo Zhengyang's physical resilience, even with the Profound Heavy Gathering Silk Gloves, the fact that his hand was numbed by the impact spoke volumes about the strength behind Patriarch Liu's strike.

"So, that's all you've got!" Patriarch Liu sneered, swinging his blade at Woo Zhengyang once more.

Fiery red blades danced like butterflies, swooping toward Woo Zhengyang. He fought back with both fists and sword, but the gap in skill was evident. He couldn't match Patriarch Liu's speed, and soon, several blades left their mark on him.

The searing heat of the blades didn't draw blood; instead, they burned and charred his skin, giving Woo Zhengyang a taste of his own Profound Heaven Fire Power. It was an unpleasant sensation.

Initially, everyone had high hopes for Woo Zhengyang, but seeing him struggle to defend against Patriarch Liu's onslaught left them stunned. Did he have no tricks left up his sleeve?

In the blink of an eye, Woo Zhengyang and Patriarch Liu exchanged a few more blows. Woo Zhengyang was clearly on the back foot, and the situation looked grim.

"Crack..."

Suddenly, a sharp sound echoed as Woo Zhengyang's Qiushui Sword shattered under the force of the fiery blade.

"Die!" Patriarch Liu roared, bringing his sword down on Woo Zhengyang.

Facing the impending strike, Woo Zhengyang lowered his Qiushui Sword in resignation.