Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree-Chapter 166 - 122: This Sword is Called A Sliver of Hope!_2

"Did he manage to steal three parts or four parts of the essence?"

"Four parts already! Truly, his Martial Wisdom is astonishing! According to the records of the White Jade City, he challenged that seventh-layer individual no more than ten times!"

"Ten times and he managed to steal four parts of their essence?!"

"What do you all think?"

"Such earth-shaking Martial Wisdom, it indeed qualifies as Upper Upper Rank!"

"This... It's just the beginning, isn't it unfair to rank him as Upper Upper Rank already? Might it not be unfair to other contestants?"

"Fair? Haha, is there anyone here younger than Ji Jingqiu today?"

"In the world of geniuses, there is no fairness." Someone sighed softly, "Even time, which treats everyone equally, manifests differently for them."

"Such a pity, Shui Shan is skilled in swordsmanship. If he had gotten a sword... well, he probably wouldn't have failed to block a single punch." Elder from Luo Shuishan's school lightly shook his head.

Suddenly someone in the arena stroked his beard and chuckled:

"Don't you find this kid's personality quite interesting too? He fights with all his might in Martial Arts contests, yet he is modest and courteous afterward, somewhat reminiscent of the ancient gentlemen."

"Hmm... Indeed, he's much better than that clansman of his with the same surname."

"Haha, everyone from Dragon Tiger Dojo should keep that in check."

"Hey, this youngster holds a grudge too, hahaha, I like it!"

...

Crack.

Witnessing Ji Jingqiu's punch, Zhuang Yanxing involuntarily took a step back, breaking a branch, and was startled by the noise.

Ji Jingqiu's gaze swept over and directly landed on the long saber in Zhuang Yanxing's hands.

The intent was clear—

This saber should be possessed by the virtuous.

Zhuang Yanxing voluntarily placed the saber down, cautiously stating, "This saber should rightfully belong to Ji! I harbor no fighting intent, just wish to observe more, please spare me, Ji."

Ji Jingqiu's gaze moved up to his face, and he calmly stated:

"I've heard it."

Zhuang Yanxing was initially puzzled.

Then he quickly realized.

Was he referring to the earlier conversation in the banquet hall...?

"This..."

He forced a bitter smile, knowing there was no escape.

...

...

A solitary derelict building stood in the corner of a small town, an old musty odor assaulting the senses, and graffiti and scratches filled its walls.

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The plaster was peeling off in large chunks from the ceiling, and the sunlight near dusk cast long shadows of several figures, each vying for dominance, restraining each other.

Diao Xingyun gripped the long sword in his hand, eyeing greedily at the long spear in Fang Buyu's hand from Tianfang Dojo.

There were five people present, almost all wielding weapons unfamiliar to them, feeling both regret and relief.

It was a pre-declared rule-less chaotic fight. If anyone had gotten a weapon they were familiar with, this group of people would surely disregard martial ethics and prioritize taking down their own.

"Everyone, how about we exchange weapons and then disperse?" someone proposed.

Diao Xingyun grinned, "Sure, little Fang, let's swap weapons. We're both from dojos, I definitely won't hit you."

Fang Buyu's eyes flickered but he first looked at the others, and upon noticing the others seemed to form an encirclement, he decisively refused.

Diao Xingyun pouted, cursing his bad luck!

He knew the other four participants—Yue Qingtian, Pei Jing, Song Chongshan, among whom Yue Qingtian and Pei Jing were on the same level as himself; the other two were slightly inferior.

However, Yue Qingtian and Pei Jing were more defensive in their approach, and the rest couldn't match his speed.

With the spear, even if the other four attacked, he could forcefully carve out a sliver of hope, but this Fang guy was too cowardly!

While the silence standoff continued, night fell, and the sky darkened.

A thunderous noise descended from the sky!

A fierce intent tore through the glum stagnant air around, breaking the standoff, sweeping recklessly like a blade, brushing against the necks of the five men with unmatched dominance!

A brilliant slash of the saber, tearing through the night, traced a perfect arc aiming at the burly man wielding a blade.

Under immense pressure, Song Chongshan roared, wielding his blade with sword techniques, his fierce Qi Force surging over the blade, angrily confronting it!

Next moment, as blades clashed, a thunderous sound emerged, pressing down with an overwhelming force that caused Song Chongshan's stance to crumble, losing his balance.

As gravel and dust flew, in that instant, Song Chongshan's vision cleared to see the face of the man who dared to burst in amidst the standoff of five people, unafraid of the attack.

Ji Jingqiu!

His blood boiled instantaneously, his gaze locking with Ji Jingqiu's in midair, as if stretching the moment, their staring eyes freezing in the air.

At that moment, Song Chongshan felt Ji Jingqiu's eyes like a deep pool swallowing spirits, his own spirit absorbed and soothed, without any resistance...

Ji Jingqiu, abruptly entering the fray, uttered a syllable, disrupting Song Chongshan's composure, raising his blade to strike again!

This slash intertwined with a clear, flawless sharpness, under the blade was the thunderous tearing of the air, as if a saber light splitting heaven and earth!

A sliver of hope!

The bright saber light reflected in Song Chongshan's eyes, his spirit returning, struggling, but utterly losing the initiative, his weapon in hand ill-suited, feet without foothold or leverage, how could he block this blade?

As the saber light approached, Song Chongshan suddenly realized—

Even at his peak, perhaps he couldn't have blocked this strike!

"Great saber!" At the brink of life and death, he shouted loudly, using his last strength to wield his blade and meet the attack with his strongest martial arts skills, bravely confronting it!

Next moment, the saber light, as previously unbridled and sharp, swept over Song Chongshan's neck.

The outcome was decided!

And Song Chongshan, turning into a vanishing shadow, still impassioned, his gaze steadfastly fixed on Ji Jingqiu, as though imprinting this face into his heart!