C100 Desperate Suo Hu!

After Wang Chengfeng had spoken, Suo Hu wasted no time in launching his attack. With a voice laced with lethal intent, he taunted Qin Buyi, "Kid, stepping into this ring is the gravest mistake you've ever made."

"Tiger Blade - Fierce Tiger Mountain!"

Suo Hu drew his weapon, the Mountain Splitter Blade, and swung it at Qin Buyi. A yellow glow enveloped the blade, and from within it, a golden tiger sprang forth, lunging at Qin Buyi.

"Clang!"

Qin Buyi's Killing Saber flashed out of its sheath to meet the attack.

"Killing Swordsmanship: Slaughter!"

The high-speed vibrating Killing Saber struck the golden tiger first.

"Roar~!"

The golden tiger let out a series of howls, its mouth agape, revealing razor-sharp teeth as it snapped at Qin Buyi.

"Clang!"

The Killing Saber clashed with the golden tiger's teeth, the sharp blade instantly severing the beast's fangs. Unabated, the saber continued its arc, slicing through the tiger's head.

"Sssht!"

The tiger's head separated from its body, and the form, made of spiritual energy, exploded outward in a burst.

Simultaneously, Suo Hu's blade reached its mark, but Qin Buyi was ready, raising his Killing Saber to parry.

"Clang!"

The blades met, sending sparks scattering in every direction. A formidable force traveled up the Killing Saber, pushing Qin Buyi back three steps before he could fully dissipate the energy.

Suo Hu scoffed, "Is that all you've got? And you think you can challenge someone at the Tribulation Crossing Stage?"

"Boy, today marks your end!"

With those words, Suo Hu charged again.

"Tiger Blade - Twin White Tigers!"

A white radiance coalesced on the Mountain Splitter Blade, and two imposing white tigers emerged, flanking Qin Buyi in a pincer move. Suo Hu, wielding his blade, struck at Qin Buyi from between the tigers.

The triple threat left no room for escape.

Qin Buyi clenched the Killing Saber and bellowed, "Killing Swordsmanship: Extermination!"

A full moon ascended over the arena, casting its glow over the two white tigers and the encroaching Suo Hu.

Countless phantoms of the Killing Saber materialized from the full moon, launching an assault on the two white tigers and Suo Hu.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

"Clang!"

Assailed from every angle, Suo Hu was compelled to halt, resorting to swinging his Mountain Splitter Blade in defense.

The two white tigers were riddled with holes by the relentless phantoms of the Killing Saber, dissolving back into spiritual energy that scattered across the cosmos.

With the moon's disappearance, Suo Hu stood unscathed.

Suo Hu mocked, "Spare me such disgraceful parlor tricks. Show me what you've really got."

"Assuming, of course, you have anything of substance. But judging by your performance, it seems unlikely."

Qin Buyi, wielding the Killing Saber, retorted, "As you desire."

"Killing Swordsmanship — Immortal Slashing!"

A formidable presence and crushing pressure emanated from the Killing Saber.

"Clang!"

The saber's blade hummed faintly.

Following the hum, the blade turned pitch black.

Suo Hu inwardly cursed, "Trouble!"

He sensed imminent peril from Qin Buyi's strike; a moment's distraction could mean his end.

Meanwhile, Wang Chengfeng had taken his seat beside the First Prince, Ying Ye, below the stage.

Witnessing the strike, Wang Chengfeng's eyes widened in astonishment, thinking, "Such a domineering technique, enabling a Combination Stage practitioner to deliver a Tribulation Crossing Stage attack."

Ying Ye, recognizing the blade's extraordinary nature, inquired, "Dean Wang, are you familiar with this technique?"

Wang Chengfeng shook his head, signaling his ignorance.

Ying Ye pressed on, "Does our College of Ming Dynasty possess any blade technique that rivals this one?"

Wang Chengfeng replied candidly, "To the First Prince, our college has no blade technique that matches this one in might."

"The ferocity and caliber of this technique are beyond imagination."

After a brief pause, Wang Chengfeng added, "While we lack a comparable saber technique, the final move of the 'Three Lives Sword Technique,' a signature cultivation method of the College of Ming Dynasty, rivals its power."

On the sidelines, Nan Tianlong watched Qin Buyi on the stage with a look of utter astonishment and remarked, "Young Master, Young Master Qin's technique with that blade is simply astounding."

Ying Zhi concurred, "Indeed, I would have to approach such a technique with extreme caution myself."

Meanwhile, on the platform, Qin Buyi gripped the Killing Saber and unleashed a full-force strike at Suo Hu.

A jet-black blade light burst forth from the Killing Saber, hurtling towards Suo Hu.

The black blade light swiftly grew larger and wider in midair, quickly enveloping the entire stage.

The intense oppressive force of the black blade light bore down on Suo Hu.

In that instant, Suo Hu thought of fleeing, but the stage was already shrouded in the black blade light.

His only escape would be to leap from the stage.

And to jump off would be to concede defeat, with dire implications for his future.

Especially under the scrutiny of the crowd, stepping down from the stage would likely spell the end of his prospects.

With no way out, Suo Hu braced himself against the inevitable onslaught of the black blade light, clenching his teeth and bellowing, "Tiger Blade, Eight Directional White Tiger Blaze!"

The Mountain Breaking Blade in Suo Hu's grasp flared with a brilliant white glow once more.

"Roar~!" "Roar~!"

"Roar~!"...

A chorus of tiger roars echoed forth as eight spectral white tigers with glaring eyes leaped into existence.

They positioned themselves in eight directions, forming a protective circle around Suo Hu at the center.

Suo Hu, blade in right hand, smacked the flat of the blade with his left and cried out, "Blaze!"

Flames suddenly erupted from the eight white tigers, their eyes ablaze with fire.

From his vantage point below, Wang Chengfeng witnessed the spectacle and said to the First Prince Ying Ye, "That's Suo Hu's ace in the hole. Has Qin Buyi's pressure on the stage really pushed him to the brink?"

If Suo Hu could hear Wang Chengfeng's words, he'd surely insist on him facing the black blade light firsthand.

Without experiencing it for oneself, the true terror and danger of the black blade light could never be fully comprehended.

Ying Ye turned to Wang Chengfeng and inquired, "What odds do you give Suo Hu of withstanding this blow?"

When Ying Ye posed the question, Wang Chengfeng's face twisted with a hint of bitterness as he responded, "Less than a 30% chance."

Ying Ye murmured to himself, "Thirty percent? Why does it feel more like it's less than 10%?"

As a formidable figure in the Mahayana Stage, Wang Chengfeng surely knew that Suo Hu stood no chance against the impending strike.

His claim of a 30% chance was merely to save face, considering he was the one who had sent Suo Hu into the fray.

Ying Ye's blunt acknowledgment left Wang Chengfeng wearing an expression of embarrassment, and he fell silent.

Just then...

On the stage, the dark blade light that shrouded the entire arena crashed into the eight white tigers summoned by Suo Hu.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The eight flame-engulfed white tigers were obliterated in an instant by the ferocious assault, not even lasting a second.

The momentum of the dark blade light remained unyielding as it bore down on Suo Hu.

As the white tigers were dispersed, Suo Hu's face was already etched with despair.

With the blade light bearing down on him, he had no recourse but to lift his Mountain-Splitting Blade in a futile attempt to defend himself.

"Clang!"

"Chi!"