C403 One Sword Defeat Martial King Lower(1)

"Defeating you with one sword is enough!"

Even though everyone was used to Woo Zhengyang's arrogance, they couldn't help but scratch their heads when they heard this. Claiming he could defeat the King of Warriors with a single strike—this kid really had no filter. Just moments ago, he had the self-awareness to call himself a mere warrior.

As for Liao Qinghua, his face, initially flushed with anger, was now turning so dark it seemed to blend with his black mask. He was well aware of Woo Zhengyang's arrogance, but he hadn't realized that the kid was not only cocky but also had a knack for pushing people’s buttons with precision, wave after wave, until their anger peaked.

With his temperament, if Woo Zhengyang had said something like this from the start, Qinghua would have laughed it off. But now, after being provoked bit by bit, his fury was unstoppable. Hearing those words, he felt like he might explode.

After being embarrassed repeatedly, whether or not this kid could actually follow through, his words would undoubtedly spread far and wide, becoming an indelible mark on Liao Qinghua's reputation.

"Fine, let’s see how your one sword will defeat me!" Liao Qinghua retorted with a laugh born of anger.

"As you wish!"

Woo Zhengyang stood tall, his sword pointing skyward. An icy blue and a fiery red aura spread from his feet, enveloping him before channeling into the No Life Sword.

Under the influence of the Ice Crystal Fire Hall, the originally ice-blue sword light deepened on one side to a nearly dark teal, while the other side turned a blood-red hue. The length of the sword light rapidly extended, growing from about 300 feet to 600 feet, finally settling at over 900 feet. Such a formidable sword light was beyond the reach of even a Martial King expert.

Seeing this, Liao Qinghua knew he couldn't withstand it. Without hesitation, he turned to flee. His reputation was already tarnished today, and he had nothing left to lose. But just then, a subtle pressure from the heavens descended upon him, locking the surrounding vital energy in place.

The force of Heaven and Earth! And it had reached a level of mastery, even to its peak!

"How is this possible?" Liao Qinghua's expression changed dramatically, his eyes wide with fear. How could Woo Zhengyang's martial will have reached such a pinnacle so soon after the Heavenly Martial Dao Discussing Great Association? What secret did this kid hold that made him even more extraordinary than Moh Lunhui? If Liao Qinghua could obtain it, he was sure he could ascend to the next realm.

Though furious and eager to uncover Woo Zhengyang's secret, Liao Qinghua's immediate priority was to evade Woo Zhengyang's strike.

In a critical moment, Liao Qinghua summoned all his inner energy, clashing with the forces of nature around him.

"Pop... Pop... Pop..."

Explosions appeared out of nowhere, densely packed, finally allowing Liao Qinghua to regain his mobility and sprint away. However, just as he had dashed several dozen yards, a sword light of blue and red descended upon him, dyeing his eyes one blue and one red.

"No..."

Liao Qinghua roared, engulfed by the sword light...

The spectators were stunned, their expressions uniformly shocked. This expression had been frozen on their faces since the moment the icy fire sword light appeared.

"Even an expert at the Martial King level couldn't escape?"

"One sword to kill a Martial King? Woo Zhengyang is unmatched. Who can rival him? Who can stop the rise of the Profound Heaven Sect?"

"I won't rest until I defeat you, Woo Zhengyang!" Liao Qinghua's voice snapped everyone back to reality.

They saw a figure, covered in flames and frost, burst out from the sword light and flee without looking back...

Liao Qinghua was not dead. However, the crowd noticed that as he left, he had no weapon, and even his right arm, which once held a weapon, was gone.

As the sword light faded, an earth-toned long knife appeared in mid-air, delivered into Woo Zhengyang's hand by a giant hand of vital spirit.

"It's a shame we couldn't keep the Hidden Heaven Bag..." Woo Zhengyang's regretful voice sent a chill down everyone's spine. At this point, still thinking about Liao Qinghua's Hidden Heaven Bag seemed either like Woo Zhengyang was missing the bigger picture or he wasn't too concerned about the battle. Everyone assumed it was the latter.

Only Woo Zhengyang knew that neither was true; everything was part of his plan. Liao Qinghua wasn't wrong earlier—Woo Zhengyang initially didn't want to fight. It wasn't fear; he wanted to conserve his strength. If he clashed with Liao Qinghua, the spiritual energy in the Ice Crystal Fire Hall's energy pool would likely be depleted. Even if he managed to defeat Liao Qinghua, if other Martial King experts arrived, Woo Zhengyang would be left powerless.

Most importantly, Woo Zhengyang wasn't confident he could defeat Liao Qinghua. The gap between the Martial King level and the Reality Condensing Stage was vast, and given Woo Zhengyang's speed disadvantage, capturing him would be extremely difficult. Unless absolutely necessary, Woo Zhengyang preferred not to engage, even if it meant letting Nie Fengyu take control of the Fallen Sun Tower.

Eventually, when Liao Qinghua refused to back down, Woo Zhengyang had no choice but to act. If he was going to fight, he would hold nothing back, showcasing a strength beyond anyone's expectations. Only then would the name Woo Zhengyang carry enough weight to make other Martial King experts think twice before challenging the Profound Heaven Sect.