Chapter 238: Chapter 235: Bear Longing Defeated _1
The Sword Qi whistled past, its endless sharpness shattering the Void and completely obliterating the iceberg.
Sword Intent was inherently no weaker than Divine Skills, enabling ordinary prodigies to contend with those possessing special physiques.
First-level Sword Intent alone could withstand basic Divine Skills—what more a fourth-level Sword Intent?
Bear Longing was not weak. His bloodline had evolved, and he possessed the eightieth-ranked special physique, the ’Ice Emperor Barbarian Body’. Yet, facing the fourth-level Sword Intent, he was still somewhat weaker.
He actually blocked it?
Bear Longing was slightly surprised. In his projections, Qin Wudao should have been suppressed by the iceberg by now, his meridians severed, transformed into a helpless cripple.
Watching Qin Wudao approach, wreathed in draconic shadows and wielding his sword, an inexplicable sense of panic arose deep within Bear Longing.
"Imperial Sword, Annihilate!" Qin Wudao’s expression was indifferent as he continued his assault.
"ROAR!"
The golden dragon phantom entwined around him suddenly soared into the sky, letting out a heaven-shaking dragon’s roar. Baring its fearsome teeth and claws, it flew towards Bear Longing, its massive dragon form gradually condensing.
As it neared Bear Longing, the divinely majestic golden dragon transformed into a streak of golden Sword Qi, its sharpness prominent.
So powerful!
A tremor ran through Bear Longing’s heart. Without hesitation, he triggered his ’Ice Emperor Barbarian Body’s’ second Divine Skill—Ice Emperor True Form!
Instantly, his body began to enlarge. His snow-white fur turned blood-red, emanating a berserk aura. It seemed capable of destroying the heavens and earth—its might was incredibly formidable.
"ROAR!"
In the blink of an eye, Bear Longing swelled to dozens of zhang tall, like a colossal giant. His muscles bulged, extremely prominent. Every movement stirred up a terrifying torrent of energy that shattered the Void.
He raised his bear paw high, wielding immense, savage power, and smashed the Sword Qi.
Qin Wudao’s gaze sharpened. With a light tap of his toes, he floated into mid-air. The Sword Qi in his hand surged skyward, radiating waves of Sword Qi around him, making him resemble a Sword God.
"Die!" Bear Longing roared, his eyes filled with violence, as he continuously swiped at Qin Wudao, his onslaught terrifying.
Qin Wudao did not meet the attacks head-on. Instead, he used his movement technique to evade, weaving through the fractured Void, searching for an opening.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Unable to land a blow on his opponent for a long while, Bear Longing grew agitated. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he launched an even denser barrage of attacks, completely disregarding the consumption of his Spiritual Energy.
Even so, all his attacks missed, striking the arena stage and leaving one deep pit after another.
Shattered stones flew!
Dust billowed!
The massive commotion even drew the attention of Shen Youlin and the others. Gazing at Bear Longing’s titanic transformation, their expressions turned solemn.
They all knew that the stage beneath them could withstand the full-force attack of a Saint-level expert. Yet, under Bear Longing’s paw strikes, it was like tofu, crumbling at the slightest touch.
If they were hit by that, they would probably... turn into a pile of minced meat!
In the spectator stands, Li Ru, Xiang Yu, Wu Ming, and the others all wore anxious expressions, their eyes fixed intently on the stage. Watching Qin Wudao weave back and forth, their hearts were in their throats.
"Hurry!"
"Quickly, take down Qin Wudao!"
In the Ice Emperor Bear Clan’s encampment, Clan Leader Xiong Lie looked anxious. Although Bear Longing currently seemed to have the upper hand, he was, in fact, inching towards a crisis.
The Ice Emperor True Form was undoubtedly powerful, but it had one major drawback. After activating this Divine Skill, the berserk power would suppress Bear Longing’s rationality, reducing him to a mindless beast that only knew how to attack until his Spiritual Energy was exhausted or he killed his adversary.
But the crucial question was, how long could Bear Longing, who was at the peak of Reaching the Holy Realm, sustain this with his Spiritual Energy?
Three minutes at most!
Could it be... he has lost his rationality?
At this point, Qin Wudao also noticed the problem. Bear Longing’s attacks now lacked any finesse, resembling those of a beast that knew only brute force.
Upon this realization, Qin Wudao changed his combat strategy and quickly created distance from Bear Longing’s attack range.
"ROAR!" Bear Longing growled, giving chase immediately, raising his palms high and slamming them down with all his might.
Just as the bear paws were about to descend, Qin Wudao gave a faint smile. His figure flickered and reappeared a hundred zhang away.
BOOM!
Two more deep pits appeared on the solid stage, causing many of the watching prodigies to feel their eyelids twitch.
Unable to hit his target, Bear Longing continued his assault.
In this manner, Qin Wudao firmly controlled the rhythm, draining a large amount of Bear Longing’s Spiritual Energy. His Spiritual Energy, which should have lasted for three minutes, was depleted in only two and a half.
Once his Spiritual Energy was exhausted, the ’Ice Emperor Barbarian Body’ state automatically dispelled. Bear Longing reverted to his original form, weakened and seething with anger. He glared at Qin Wudao, but there was nothing he could do.
On the battlefield, anyone who has expended all their Spiritual Energy is like a lamb to the slaughter!
"I concede!" Bear Longing declared without hesitation and turned to leave the stage.
Qin Wudao stood straight, his gaze sweeping over the other two battlefields. A hint of a smile touched his lips as he listened to the system prompt in his mind.
"DING! Congratulations, Host, for defeating the eightieth-ranked special physique, the ’Ice Emperor Barbarian Body,’ and obtaining the Myriad Beast Divine Body’s Divine Skill: Protection of the Azure Dragon Divine Beast!"
「The battle continued!」
Six minutes later, Song Yufeng of the Purple Cloud Sect defeated Wei Wuyang of the Supreme Sword Ancient Court. His face was slightly pale, clearly indicating the battle had been arduous.
A quarter of an hour later, Jade Snow Gentleman conceded defeat, and Shen Youlin was victorious. Their expressions were normal, and their clothes were unwrinkled; it was impossible to tell they had just fought a duel.
Strange, she obviously had reserves left. Why did she concede willingly? Qin Wudao wondered, looking at Jade Snow Gentleman as she stepped down from the stage.
"Now, only the three of us remain!" Shen Youlin stated calmly.
The expressions of Song Yufeng and Qin Wudao shifted slightly.
Three terrifying auras enveloped the stage. Shen Youlin, Song Yufeng, and Qin Wudao all grew wary.
The Martial Artists in the spectator stands were filled with curiosity. Who would be eliminated first?
Qin Wudao?
Or Song Yufeng?
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Qin Wudao and Song Yufeng roared in unison, simultaneously attacking Shen Youlin. Two piercing streams of Sword Qi seemed to cleave the sky in two.
"Teaming up? Even so, you are no match for this Saint Heir!" Shen Youlin declared confidently. His terrifying aura surged as he condensed two streams of Sword Qi, shattering the attacks from Qin Wudao and Song Yufeng.
Then, with a tap of his foot, his body vanished into thin air. Accompanied by a thunderous boom, Song Yufeng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood as his body was sent flying.
How... How is this possible? Song Yufeng collapsed on the ground, looking at the sword wound on his chest, his face etched with disbelief. The outcome of our last battle wasn’t like this!
It wasn’t just him; the Martial Artists in the spectator stands were also utterly astonished.
"Did you truly believe that this Saint Heir is weaker than you?"
Ripples spread through the Void as Shen Youlin slowly emerged, his face filled with derision. While speaking, he stabbed the Kylin Sword in his hand into Song Yufeng’s right hand, and blood splattered.
"ARGH!" Song Yufeng’s eyes widened, the excruciating pain making his voice tremble. "I... I concede!"
"Dare to provoke this Saint Heir again, and you die!" Shen Youlin’s expression was indifferent. He pulled out the Kylin Sword, turned to Qin Wudao, and asked, "Will you step down from the stage yourself, or must this Saint Heir send you down?"