C337 Heartless Sword Tao!(2)

After a laugh, Moh Lunhui continued, "You seem to forget, I follow the path of the emotionless sword. I'm ruthless even to myself, let alone to you. You either give it your all to grasp a slim chance of survival, or you become the first soul claimed by my unfeeling blade."

"Alright, let me see just how powerful you are with your martial will refined!" Zhan Bugui replied.

As he spoke, the blood-red dagger in Zhan Bugui's hand vanished once more. But instead of advancing, he used his agility to retreat, hurling the dagger at Moh Lunhui like a hidden weapon.

Zhan Bugui stuck to his principles, not planning a second strike, knowing full well he was no match for Moh Lunhui. As he retreated with all his might, he pulled a small plate from his waist and threw it at Moh Lunhui with all his strength.

Moh Lunhui was already formidable without forming a sword force, let alone with his emotionless sword technique refined. At this moment, Zhan Bugui had only one thought: to use every means possible to delay Moh Lunhui, just to escape the realm.

The plate was out of his hand, and now all that remained was the wait—a short yet excruciating wait. Zhan Bugui racked his brain for any other way to hinder Moh Lunhui, and then he saw Moh Lunhui make his move.

With a step forward and a swing of the sword, he moved. His pace was unhurried, and the distance covered was modest. The sword's arc lacked any visible energy or dramatic flair. Suddenly, a pulling force emerged, and Zhan Bugui felt a surge of joy. He realized that the Heavenly Martial Realm was about to send him out.

However, just as this force appeared, Zhan Bugui sensed a change within his body. The world before him blurred, and cracks appeared in his vision...

When Zhan Bugui reappeared outside the Heavenly Martial Realm, he was split in two, much like many who had fallen under Moh Lunhui's blade. Yet, unlike others, when Zhan Bugui died, Moh Lunhui's sword was a full fifty feet away. This distance exceeded the limits of the Reality Condensing Stage's ability to project sword energy. Even if it hadn't, at such a range, the power of the sword's energy would be negligible—certainly not enough to split a person in half, or even cause significant harm.

Yet, despite the distance, Zhan Bugui perished, and throughout, no one saw Moh Lunhui's sword emit any energy.

"Is this the power of condensed sword force?" Qian Banruo remarked, echoing the curiosity that many felt. For those who had honed their martial will, the concept of sword force was new and untested, leaving everyone uncertain about the true nature of Moh Lunhui's strike.

"Yes and no! Since Moh Lunhui is so confident, yet goes to great lengths to hone his emotionless swordsmanship and refine his sword force, he must have complementary martial skills!" Woo Zhengyang remarked.

Although he had only faced Moh Lunhui once, Woo Zhengyang understood him far better than others. The power of Moh Lunhui's recent strike was not just due to the sword force; his sword skills played a role too. If Woo Zhengyang's guess was correct, Moh Lunhui chose to master the emotionless swordsmanship because of a related sword skill, much like his previous soul attack technique and the 'Reincarnation Finger,' which complemented each other.

Woo Zhengyang also knew that Moh Lunhui's possession of such rare techniques was likely tied to his secrets.

"What... what kind of person is he?" Tang Xiaoyue stammered. The recent death of Zhan Bugui was beyond ordinary means, causing even Tang Xiaoyue, as a spectator, to shiver as if she herself had been split in two. This was the impact of the force.

"I challenge the second place!" Moh Lunhui continued.

At this moment, the second place was now the former third, who was previously the second before Moh Lunhui arrived—a person Woo Zhengyang and the others had never heard of, named Ye Jinghong. However, the one who appeared in the ring was not Ye Jinghong, but the person ranked below him.

As Zhan Bugui fell, Ye Jinghong sensed trouble. When Moh Lunhui spoke, Ye Jinghong had already tossed his token away. This move shifted the third-place contender to second, making him Moh Lunhui's next opponent in the arena.

The man appeared on the stage, momentarily stunned. He had planned to discard his token and leave after Zhan Bugui's defeat, but Ye Jinghong's quick action trapped him.

"No... I've already chosen to withdraw..." he shouted in terror, throwing his token and sprinting away. Unfortunately, no one who appeared in the arena had ever left the Heavenly Martial Realm alive, and he was no exception, falling to Moh Lunhui's sword.

"You should leave too!" Woo Zhengyang urged Tang Xiaoyue and Qian Banruo.

Hearing Woo Zhengyang's warning, Tang Xiaoyue didn't hesitate to toss her token.

"Be careful!" Qian Banruo cautioned, also discarding his token. Though he had just mustered his courage, he knew the difference between bravery and recklessness. Knowing he was no match for Moh Lunhui, there was no point in a futile struggle.

As Qian Banruo and Tang Xiaoyue exited, other Heavenly Martial Seeds hurriedly discarded their tokens, each being whisked out of the Heavenly Martial Realm.

In the blink of an eye, only two remained in the Heavenly Martial Realm: Woo Zhengyang and Moh Lunhui!

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