20demayo Chapter 206 I have a sword, enough to catch a sword fanatic
Chapter 206 I have a sword, enough to catch a sword fanatic
Chapter 206 I Have a Sword, But Can Fish for Sword Obsessions
"Next challenger!" Ye Nanxiao said before Xuan Ziwen could speak.
Xuan Ziwen glared at Ye Nanxiao. Couldn't this fox just shut up for a while?
The sword-wielding youth slowly walked onto the arena. His long black hair was simply tied back with a hairband. His face looked somewhat unhealthy and pale, but he was so handsome that even men would sigh. However, his eyes looked dull and lifeless, and even his movements seemed somewhat slow.
The sword in the young man's hand was just an ordinary, all-black longsword, about four feet long, with a simple and unassuming design, like something used for starting a fire.
Ye Nanxiao raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on the dark longsword in Ji Juechen's hand, and asked, "An old-fashioned firewood stick, are you a descendant of the Zhang family?"
"No, my surname isn't Zhang, my name is Ji Juechen," Ji Juechen said slowly, his somewhat dim eyes fixed on Ye Nanxiao.
Ye Nanxiao looked up at the audience, trying to find the other fish. After surveying the entire venue, Ye Nanxiao spotted a woman in an inconspicuous corner.
The woman looked to be about thirty years old. Her appearance wasn't particularly striking, but she was pleasing to the eye. She had an average figure and didn't seem to have much of a presence.
However, Ye Nanxiao had amazing eyesight. While everyone in the audience was looking at him, the woman's gaze remained fixed on Ji Juechen. It seemed that Ye Nanxiao's outstanding appearance and unique martial spirit were nothing to her.
Almost inseparable from Ji Juechen, Jing Ziyan was the other fish Ye Nanxiao wanted to catch this time.
"His will is very firm. It seems I should start with the sword fanatic." Ye Nanxiao devised a plan in his mind.
"The match begins!"
Xuan Ziwen's voice brought Ye Nanxiao back to his senses. Ye Nanxiao's lapse in concentration gave Ji Juechen at least five seconds to attack, but Ji Juechen did not move. His eyes were fixed on Ye Nanxiao, and he gripped the long sword in his hand tightly.
"Ji Juechen, I've heard you're a sword fanatic. How about we settle this with a single sword strike?" Ye Nanxiao dispersed the greatsword floating in the air, his expression serious. He made a fist with his right hand, and a longsword slowly condensed into shape, emitting a sword cry.
Upon hearing the sword's cry, Ji Juechen gripped his sword tightly, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. He understood that the longsword in Ye Nanxiao's hand was far stronger than the greatsword he had used before.
"Tianwen, you will surely witness the unification of the world once again." Ye Nanxiao looked at the patterns on the sword, carefully checking if they matched his memory. He slowly stroked the sword with his left hand, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
"What a fine sword." Ji Juechen exclaimed, looking at the longsword in Ye Nanxiao's hand.
Ji Juechen only had his own sword in his eyes; what he admired was the ever-increasing sword intent emanating from Ye Nanxiao.
"You're not bad either. Are you interested in taking it a step further? This place is full of cannons, nobody knows how to use a sword," Ye Nanxiao said, his sharp sword intent erupting and soaring into the sky.
The sword intent soared to the sky, shattering the clouds above.
"Yes!" Ji Juechen held the sword with both hands, standing in front of it. An incomparably sharp sword intent erupted from his body, and his whole being seemed to merge with the long sword in his hands.
Six spirit rings rose from Ji Juechen's body, and the incomparably sharp sword intent constantly harassed Ye Nanxiao.
Ye Nanxiao stared intently at the sword in his hand, ignoring the intruding sword intent and letting Ji Juechen's sharp sword intent run rampant.
An invisible smoke of battle spread across the field. Xuan Ziwen's body was tense, with a soul ring floating behind him. His eyes kept scanning Ye Nanxiao and Ji Juechen, trying to make sure he could stop their clash.
Feeling the two soaring sword intents in the arena, Jing Hongchen sighed, "Shrek Academy truly produces a wealth of talent."
Ji Juechen is a great genius in the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy. In this place full of soul guidance devices, he shines like a bright new star. Even Jing Hongchen has heard of Ji Juechen's name.
Ji Juechen, who was focused solely on the sword, was destined to be unable to integrate into the Sun Moon Royal Academy.
Gently turning the ring on his right index finger, Jing Hongchen watched Ye Nanxiao's sword intent rise continuously in the arena and murmured, "The plan should begin now. If Meng'er gets Ye Nanxiao's help, half of the future of Riyue will belong to Mingde Hall."
The longsword in Ji Juechen's hand emitted a true sword cry, and the blade trembled slightly.
At this moment, Ji Juechen's momentum reached its peak, and the sword he had been accumulating power for was unleashed with earth-shattering force.
"As expected of a sword fanatic, his sword intent is indeed terrifying. It's a real pity to leave him here." Ye Nanxiao shook his head slightly as he felt the sword intent emanating from Ji Juechen subtly suppressing him.
"But I can't lose, otherwise how will I catch this big fish?" Ye Nanxiao grinned, his eyes gradually turning red, and blood-red stripes appeared on his face, adding a touch of ferocity to his appearance.
A phantom figure appeared behind Ye Nanxiao. The nine-tailed fox, with its feet firmly planted on the ground and its head held high, slowly lowered its head to look at Ji Juechen. An aura from ancient times erupted from Ye Nanxiao.
To ensure his victory over Ji Juechen, Ye Nanxiao even used the power of the Great Fox, giving him a clear advantage in sword intent and aura.
Gripping his sword tightly, Ye Nanxiao unleashed his full sword intent, feeling the aftershocks of the collision between the two sword intents. Suddenly, he felt an inexplicable and mysterious sensation in his heart, which made his fighting spirit rise even higher.
"This is my real sword strike!" Ye Nanxiao felt the rising fighting spirit in his heart and wanted to roar to the sky.
A shattering sound rang out inside Ye Nanxiao's body, but Ye Nanxiao's attention was highly focused on Ji Juechen, so he did not hear it.
Ye Nanxiao's aura surged, causing Ji Juechen to grip his longsword tightly. The six soul rings behind him flashed alternately, and finally all of them shone together.
Sensing Ye Nanxiao's determination, Ji Juechen changed his original posture, gripping the sword with both hands and raising it above his head, abandoning his defense.
Within Ye Nanxiao's spiritual sea, Xue Di floated above the ocean, watching the raging waves below, the giant waves crashing higher and higher.
"Because we couldn't afford to lose, our fighting spirit was high, and we made further breakthroughs in the battle."
"To have reached such a level with just one breakthrough." Xue Di slowly raised her head, looking at the boundless sea. She remembered a story Ye Nanxiao had told her. In the story, the soul beast lived in a place called Beiming Sea, where the sunlight could not reach the entire sea.
"Your mental strength has improved further, but it was just a one-off serious effort. It seems we can't let Xiao'er be idle." Xue Di raised her hands, and countless snowflakes fell, landing in Ye Nanxiao's sea of consciousness, helping him quickly stabilize and expand his sea of consciousness.
Sensing Ye Nanxiao's still rising aura, Ji Juechen suddenly raised his head and stared directly at Ye Nanxiao. The next moment, Ji Juechen rushed towards Ye Nanxiao like a flash of light.
Ye Nanxiao also moved, thrusting forward with his sword, countless ethereal sword lights bursting forth from its blade.
The next moment, Ye Nanxiao, like a dragon entering the sea, charged towards Ji Juechen with overwhelming momentum.
Ji Juechen gripped his sword with both hands, turned his body, and swept his longsword horizontally. Ye Nanxiao held his sword with one hand and thrust it straight in a simple and straightforward manner.
They don't need any fancy moves or sword techniques; all they need is the unrestrained spirit of breaking through all defenses with a single sword strike.
As the two swords clashed, Xuan Ziwen quickly retreated more than ten steps, avoiding the sharp edge that erupted from the center point, his eyes filled with horror.
Ye Nanxiao and Ji Juechen's swords clashed, producing a loud boom, and their sword intents erupted in an instant.
The ancient aura emanating from Ye Nanxiao's sword intent and the incomparably sharp sword intent from Ji Juechen made Xuan Ziwen sense danger, causing him to instinctively retreat.
"At such a young age, his cultivation and combat power are ahead of his peers, and he seems to be holding back. It seems that Ye Nanxiao has a bright future." Jing Hongchen still sighed. Although his grandchildren were outstanding, they seemed ordinary compared to Ye Nanxiao.
Standing up, Jing Hongchen gave Ye Nanxiao a deep look before turning and leaving. He needed to start the plan as soon as possible, one step ahead, at least before the empire.
Xuan Ziwen took his flying soul tool and hovered diagonally above the two. As soon as the two collided, the surrounding area collapsed, leaving only the area beneath their feet intact.
The ice sword held by Ye Nanxiao showed cracks, while Ji Juechen's hand holding the sword was covered in blood.
"The sword can't take it anymore, I have to drive it off!" Ye Nanxiao's soul power circulated rapidly, constantly flowing into the ice sword in his hand, trying to repair the cracks on the sword while clashing with it.
Ye Nanxiao's clothes were torn open by Ji Juechen's sword intent. If Ye Nanxiao's physical strength had not far surpassed that of Ji Juechen, he would have been covered in wounds by the sharp sword intent.
Ji Juechen's face was pale. He clenched his teeth tightly to prevent the blood in his throat from spitting out, and forced himself to continue his confrontation with Ye Nanxiao.
Ye Nanxiao suddenly freed his left hand, and a layer of white light enveloped it.
Her snow-white left hand slammed hard on the sword hilt.
The students watching, including Xuan Ziwen, all felt a sudden jolt in their hearts when Ye Nanxiao struck them with his palm.
Ye Nanxiao unleashed a powerful palm strike, sending the ice sword surging forward and breaking through Ji Juechen's sword intent.
With a clanging metallic sound, Ji Juechen was sent flying backward, staggering seven or eight steps before gradually regaining his balance.
Ye Nanxiao was panting heavily. The ice sword in his hand was covered with cracks, and the blade was broken into pieces, leaving only the hilt.
Ji Juechen's hands were covered in blood. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling slightly, but he still gripped the sword tightly in his hand.
A sword fanatic's sword must not be lost!
Ji Juechen didn't move, standing there silently watching Ye Nanxiao, his expression somewhat dazed.
Xuan Ziwen suppressed the shock in his eyes. With his level eight Soul Master cultivation, he actually felt fear after being struck by Ye Nanxiao's palm.
"I have lost. If your sword were forged, I would certainly not have been able to withstand the passage of a cup of tea." Although Ji Juechen's face was unusually pale, his eyes were filled with excitement.
Jing Ziyan ran into the arena and rushed to Ji Juechen's side. She quickly supported Ji Juechen, whose body was trembling slightly, and checked his physical condition.
Seeing Jing Ziyan on the verge of tears, Ye Nanxiao suddenly longed to return to Shrek Academy and to Jiang Nannan's side.
"I really want to hug Nan Nan." At this moment, longing filled Ye Nanxiao's heart. He felt neither the joy of catching a fish nor the happiness of defeating the sword maniac.
Ye Nanxiao dispelled the ice sword, withdrew his martial soul, turned his head to look in the direction of Shrek Academy, stroked the ring on his hand, and his eyes seemed to pierce through many distances to see Jiang Nannan training at the academy.
Xuan Ziwen looked at Ye Nanxiao with a hint of envy in his eyes. Once upon a time, he too was full of vigor and spirit, a young man in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse.
Walking up to Ye Nanxiao, raising his right hand, Xuan Ziwen shouted, "The victor! Ye Nanxiao!"
Standing next to Ye Nanxiao, Xuan Ziwen did not notice that a pattern was faintly glowing on Ye Nanxiao's forehead, which was covered by messy hair.
The cheers pulled Ye Nanxiao out of his reverie. Looking around, he saw that those cheering for Ye Nanxiao were all those who had won the opening bet. Even the losers weren't shouting insults. Who would insult a handsome fox?
"Could you tell me the name of the sword?" Ji Juechen asked softly.
"Sword name, Tianwen, take good care of your little boyfriend," Ye Nanxiao teased, watching Jing Ziyan cling tightly to Ji Juechen's arm.
"I will come again!" Ji Juechen said firmly. He did not deny Ye Nanxiao's statement, perhaps because he only heard the words "Tianwen".
Instead, Jing Ziyan nodded emphatically, her face flushed.
"My forehead feels a little hot. Did the fried chicken make me feel hot lately? Looks like I need to eat more fruit." Ye Nanxiao touched his forehead, looking puzzled.
Shrek Academy, Inner Courtyard.
Ma Xiaotao withdrew her martial spirit and looked at Jiang Nannan, who had suddenly stopped moving, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Nannan?"
Jiang Nannan touched her fair forehead, a smile on her face, and said thoughtfully, "Someone misses me, really, really misses me."
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