enjoyebooks Chapter 1602: I Only Draw My Sword Once
Chapter 1602: I Only Draw My Sword Once
Ye Xuan helplessly closed his eyes."Take this!"
A piercing shout resounded, disrupting the long-standing harmony.
The Sword God, who carried himself like withered wood, suddenly drew his blade. With a clanging sound, the blade shone like a rainbow, intimidating those around him, while also revealing an incredibly sharp and irresistible edge that sliced through the withered branch in Ye Xuan’s hand.
In an instant, there were countless blade shadows.
The innumerable blade shadows enveloped Ye Xuan like a divine halo, forcing him to retreat continuously, appearing somewhat hasty and embarrassed.
The Sword God’s attack was like a tiger, with absolute intent to kill.
In the face of such an assault, Ye Xuan suddenly appeared somewhat inexperienced, retreating constantly, with seemingly no chance to retaliate in the eyes of onlookers.
At once, the previously bustling atmosphere grew strange again.
Gazes converged, and odd voices arose.
"Did you see? This is the Sword God, the true God of Martial Arts in the Northern Federation!"
"I knew it, how could Ye Xuan possibly be a match for the Sword God? It turns out the Sword God was holding back earlier. It shows he actually respects Ye Xuan, letting him win a round so that in a life-or-death duel, he wouldn’t lose face."
"Respect Ye Xuan? You give this young man too much credit. He’s clearly respecting Yan Country’s martial arts, respecting the Martial Arts!"
"This set of the Falling Leaves and Floating Flowers Blade Technique by the Sword God is unparalleled, flawless. Under such a fierce technique, Ye Xuan is unlikely to last three minutes. This battle seems to have no suspense."
"Hmph, the outcome is yet to be determined. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, don’t rush!"
"..."
All eyes turned toward the domain of Heroic Mountain’s disciples, noticing that at this moment, the only one still believing in Ye Xuan was none other than the usually crazy Baili Xiao, causing a moment of astonishment, followed by cold laughter in their hearts.
As is well known, after Ye Xuan consecutively killed Zhao Yunfei and his son in Yanzi City last time, Heroic Mountain established a friendly relationship with Ye Xuan. This was undoubtedly the greatest gamble for Heroic Mountain in decades.
Now, it seemed Heroic Mountain’s decision was utterly foolish!
Chen Yue, observing Baili Xiao’s unwavering faith, chuckled sinisterly to himself: "Baili Xiao, I wonder if you’ll still be able to laugh once Ye Xuan is dead!"
Suddenly.
Bam!
A fierce, explosive sound rang out in the arena.
Everyone hurriedly looked over to find that Ye Xuan had been forced into a corner with no way back. He finally took down the long wooden box on his back, which was broken apart by the Sword God’s strike, revealing a heavy and sharp sword.
"What a sword!"
Seeing the gleaming Dragon Sword, countless people exclaimed in their hearts, their greed intensifying.
Even the Sword God, upon seeing the sharp and delicate longsword, took several steps back, looking at Ye Xuan with a solemn expression and said, "You finally decided to draw your sword."
Ye Xuan bitterly smiled and shook his head, "If I draw my sword, I only need one strike. After that strike, this battle will come to an end."
If I draw my sword, I only need one strike!
After that strike, this battle will come to a complete end!
These two short sentences silenced everyone on the scene.
Shock.
Complete shock!
What did Ye Xuan mean?
He meant to say, to KO the Sword God, he only needed one strike?
What confidence was this?
What arrogance was this?
Simply ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, recognizing no one!
This was the Sword God of the Northern Federation, not just some random street cat or dog!
In the dead silent atmosphere.
Someone couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, "Ye Xuan, you’re too arrogant, bragging without thinking. Aren’t you at least a bit ashamed? What a clown!"
"Exactly! I’m about to laugh my teeth out. Ignorant child, it’s utterly ridiculous!"
"Only one strike? Your attitude is just too arrogant and ignorant!"
"Arrogant boy, don’t disgrace Yan Country!"
"..."
For a moment, even Baili Xiao from Heroic Mountain looked at Ye Xuan with a slightly changed gaze.
He knew Ye Xuan was strong.
He saw that Ye Xuan’s strength was above the Sword God.
But how could the Sword God be such a simple character?
He has been revered as the God of Martial Arts in the Northern Federation for decades, without a single day of decline or loss, which is proof of his absolute strength. Such a person, if defeated by a single sword strike, requires what kind of terrifying skill?
Baili Xiao didn’t believe Ye Xuan had that kind of power, perhaps in a few more years, but today, at this moment, definitely not!
Looking around the arena.
Only the Sword God, upon hearing Ye Xuan’s arrogant and bold words, didn’t get angry but instead became especially excited and thrilled, with even his usual unflappable expression overtaken by joy.
Overjoyed!
This feeling was like Dugu Qiubai in Jin Yong’s novels, lonely for a lifetime, finally finding a skilled opponent.
The Sword God believed in Ye Xuan.
Thus, he felt particularly excited.
"Only one strike, then this battle will completely end..." the Sword God murmured twice, then looked at Ye Xuan with burning eyes and said in a deep voice: "If in my lifetime I can witness such an unparalleled strike, I, Chiba Choko, will not have lived in vain!"
Ye Xuan’s hands hung low, holding the sword with one hand, unmoving.
The Sword God clasped his hands again, earnestly saying, "I beg Brother Ye Xuan to fulfill a wish of mine!"
Others were stunned.
What kind of situation was this?
The whole world doesn’t believe Ye Xuan, yet the Sword God does?
"Satire, this must be satire!"
"Right, right, this is typical playing dumb to catch a tiger. The Sword God first gives Ye Xuan enough respect, then ends the fight himself with a single strike, wouldn’t that bring glory to his face? Wouldn’t it bring honor to Northern Federation martial arts?"
"Older and wiser, Ye Xuan, this guy, is determined to disgrace Yan Country’s martial arts to no end?"
"..."
One by one, those seemingly loyal and patriotic people were filled with indignation, eager to rush up and beat Ye Xuan to death, then tear him to pieces, to tell the Sword God this guy doesn’t represent Yan Country.
And Ye Xuan, hearing the Sword God’s sincere voice, felt particularly helpless in his heart.
Ridiculously enough.
From the same origin, there was not a single person who believed him, yet in a foreign land, the Sword God had the most steadfast faith in him.
What are these so-called famous orthodox sects of the Martial Arts world thinking?
It’s pathetic, lamentable!
"For me, it’s just lifting a hand."
Ye Xuan raised his head, looking at the Sword God calmly and said, "Since you wish it, so be it."
The Sword God was overjoyed, "A great fortune of a lifetime!"
Ye Xuan said no more.
The joy on the Sword God’s face gradually faded, gradually replaced by solemnity.
Their four gazes met.
No matter how noisy the surroundings became, to them, it seemed as if the whole world was silent.
Suddenly.
Ye Xuan moved.
As steady as a mountain when still, as swift as thunder when moving!
The Sword God saw only Ye Xuan taking a step.
And that step, directly spanning more than ten meters, arrived in front of the Sword God like an unknowable specter.
The Sword God was shocked, his pupils contracted instantly.