Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 213 - 192: Blade-Edged Soaring Dragon!

Chapter 213: Chapter 192: Blade-Edged Soaring Dragon!

"Why do you have so many skills?"

"Because I am a Divine Artifact."

"Are all Divine Artifacts like this?"

"Not necessarily, mine is rather flamboyant, actually. Some Divine Artifacts have very specific and fierce powers."

"Oh..."

The conversation ended.

...

The arena.

The dwarf waited cautiously for five or six minutes.

"Hey..."

"What?" the long-haired man asked.

"He wouldn’t have teleported away, would he?" the dwarf said.

The long-haired man shook his head,

"He wouldn’t be that stupid. You see, I now declare—"

"If no one else challenges, I will become the City Lord of Holy City."

"I ask one last time, is there anyone else who wishes to challenge me?"

A moment passed.

Another moment.

"Of course, there is."

Wu Xiaode’s voice echoed.

He emerged from the Void, standing on the arena.

"Die!"

The dwarf roared.

A thousand glinting edges of his dual sabers surrounded Wu Xiaode on all sides, trapping him in the middle.

Wu Xiaode glanced at them.

The dwarf’s sabers were short, even somewhat resembling the boning knives commonly used in kitchens.

Such blades had an advantage.

They generally accumulated power and swung out at their strongest moment, aiming to break through the enemy’s offense or defense.

They were indeed hard to block when swung.

But this kind of Saber Skill had a drawback.

A pause.

It required a brief pause to gather enough explosive force.

Therefore, the myriad blade lights sprawling across the Void seemed to Wu Xiaode to be full of flaws.

This was partly due to his swordsmanship achievements.

Partly because he had relentlessly battled Demon Gods, "Death Gods," and monsters from the Death World.

—The last time he entered the One-eyed Giant’s mirror world, he could even dodge the Death Ray.

Compared to that, what was the dwarf’s Saber Skill?

It was just that—

The swordplay indeed had tremendous power, and Wu Xiaode couldn’t afford to clash directly.

Wu Xiaode flicked his wrist, concealing his sword behind him.

—Then don’t clash!

He suddenly lunged forward, stabbing out a long, black sword shadow straight ahead of him.

Whoosh—

The dwarf was slashed by this strike, and his armor split open instantly. At the last moment, he flashed his body, narrowly avoiding the sword shadow.

"So your desperate last strike has also failed, haha!" the dwarf shrieked maliciously.

All around, thousands of blade lights fell towards Wu Xiaode.

Clang!

A cacophony of metal-clashing noises sounded at once.

Thousands of bronze arms appeared around Wu Xiaode, punching, chopping with an edge of their palms, or slicing as if they were sabers or pointing like swords, blocking off every blade light.

Wu Xiaode stood in the center, looking like a deity with a thousand arms.

"I’ve thought it through seriously,"

he said as he looked at the dwarf opposite him. "It seems like we don’t have any grudge against each other—"

"You’re higher-level, stronger, and have a Name Skill; but my swordsmanship isn’t bad either, so how about we shake hands and make amends, putting our grievances behind us, and never interfere with each other’s affairs from now on, what do you say?"

The dwarf’s mouth twitched, and in a high-pitched voice, he said:

"Seeing a tall human like you, who thinks he has a bright future, fills me with disgust."

"You types take all the good things in the world for yourselves."

"Why should I let you off?"

Wu Xiaode earnestly said, "Maybe you’ve never considered that people like us also have our struggles. For example, me—I’ve worked hard to get by, and I just want to stay alive."

"No, I’m not interested in your circumstances. I just want to kill you myself, to watch the expression on your face as you realize you have no choice but to die, slowly solidifying." The dwarf giggled malevolently.

Wu Xiaode sighed, then suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Thousands of blooming bronze arms in the Void also disappeared with him.

"Watch out!" the long-haired man shouted.

"No worries— this trash of level 21, whatever tricks he has, he’s no match for me." the dwarf declared fiercely.

His gaze was filled with an unprecedented venom, as if intending to destroy everything.

A hazy afterimage struck—

The dwarf turned and slashed with his blade, bellowing:

"My Saber Skill has Advanced three times, far surpassing your swordsmanship!"

One slash suddenly multiplied into a thousand.

Wu Xiaode’s sword meandered through the myriad of blades, clashing countless times, finally revealing a flaw as a streak of blade light penetrated and struck his shoulder.

Thunk—

The Demon Armor was instantly shattered into fragments.

However, those pieces quickly converged again, fusing back to their original state and flying back to the armor.

Embedded with the Slumbering True Sight Gem, the armor had the ability to self-repair!

The dwarf laughed out loud:

"Hahaha, you saw that, right? I hit you with that slash!"

Then suddenly, pain seared through his chest. He looked down to find that a longsword had already struck his shoulder.

One slash in exchange for one sword.

A clash of equal exchange.

Wu Xiaode met the dwarf’s incredulous gaze.

—Come on, let’s hurt each other!

"Damn it, by my Name Skill—" the dwarf screamed.

An invisible Power emanated from him.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xiaode didn’t retreat but advanced, fluttering his longsword and immediately executing a brand-new Death Skill.

—Two Yi.

"When you strike the enemy, you can immediately pause at that current moment and space, completing an additional attack, and draw Soul Power from the damage to fuel your combat efforts."

All was silent all around.

Wu Xiaode found that everything in front of the arena had fallen into stillness.

The Laws of time and space were waiting for him—

Waiting for him to deliver that additional sword strike!

"Thousand Hands..." Wu Xiaode murmured.

In the Void behind him, bronze arms after bronze arms sequentially appeared, spanning every direction, neatly arranged as if in battle formation, emitting tides of Sword Qi.

A thousand bronze arms came into view, each finger forming a sword posture.

The whole world fell into silence.

Only Wu Xiaode could be heard intoning:

"I recall the drinking we did atop the noontide bridge, where many were brave and bold."

"The long canal bears the moon along a silent flow."

"In the scant shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute plays till dawn’s early light."

He glanced at his Soul Power.

All the soul power from the live broadcast was used to strike down the bone dragon.

I used a bit of my soul power just now, leaving me with twenty points.

That’s completely insufficient for deploying swordsmanship of this level.

But with a thousand hands blessing, releasing an attack of equivalent standard was barely enough to achieve the power of "Long Moon Sparse Shadows."

He swung his long sword forward in a cutting motion.

Hundreds of bronze hands slashed forward in unison.

All the sword qi converged into shapes, bombarding the dwarf like exploding dark thunders.

In an instant.

Time started moving again!

The dwarf bellowed, "In my name I gather the laws, and wield my twin sabers—"

Name Skill, Hidden Mountain Saber Skill—Dragon Bite!

His voice cut off.

The massive dark sword shadow enveloped him, stabbing him viciously deep into the earth.

Boom!

The ground split open, a bottomless fissure appeared, and a towering dust cloud surged upwards.

A line of icy small characters popped up:

"All soul power has been extracted, value returned, current soul power is: 21/21."

Deng Hou suddenly stood up, shouting loudly:

"Be careful, that’s an entire dragon!"

——Wu Xiaode had already seen it.

In midair, a colossal dragon made entirely of bone-saber blades loomed over him.

"It’s fake... How can so many sabers transform into a dragon?"

Wu Xiaode muttered.

He flicked the Chi Xiao Sword.

A brand new skill appeared.

He glanced at it, then shook the Chi Xiao Sword again, refreshing the skill.

But it was too late.

The murderous aura from the dragon was intense, all blades on its body standing on end, as if it could launch a massacre at any moment.

"Everyone back off, don’t stand within three hundred meters!" the long-haired man shouted loudly.

"Understood!"

The crowd dispersed with a loud boom.

The Sky-Walking Divine Bird and people from the junkyard also hurriedly retreated.

"It’s over, that’s a Name Skill."

"The power of laws."

"Not just laws, but his own swordsmanship as well."

"It’s already over."

People murmured amongst themselves.

The moment Wu Xiaode saw the dragon, his body was already shrouded in mist.

The Book of the Dead immediately flipped open, revealing a line of icy small characters:

"The opponent’s Name Skill possesses a special power of laws:"

"Until death do us part."

"Before you used Silent Demon Mist, you had already been locked on completely by ’Hidden Mountain Saber Skill—Dragon Bite.’

"Therefore, even entering the Demon Mist won’t erase the lock-on mark on you."

"Attention!"

"The only way to avoid this lock-on is by using Death Skill: Fog Shadow."

Wu Xiaode cast a subtle glance at the long-haired man outside the arena.

He saw the long-haired man staring at him, watching his every move intently as if to see whether he would die from this attack.

——Fog Shadow was his trump card.

If possible, it was better not to reveal it to prevent the opponent from gathering information on him.

However, speaking of which, the Name Skill really was formidable.

Wu Xiaode flicked the Chi Xiao Sword again.

The skill continued to refresh.

——Damn it.

He still hadn’t acquired a Name Skill!

Without a Name Skill, he could hardly handle the current situation.

Looking up, he saw the skies erupt with layer upon layer of mountainous, roaring buzzes.

It was the sound of the colossal dragon’s body rubbing against the air as it moved slowly.

Wu Xiaode stood with his sword, and called out in a low voice, "Thousand Hands, defensive mode."

"Defensive?" the dragon taunted.

In the next instant—

The all-blade body dragon dove at him like thunder!

This was utterly unblockable.

Wu Xiaode sheathed his sword and retreated.

Hundreds of bronze hands formed a thick wall behind him.

Boom!

The dragon shattered the wall of bronze hands in a single blow, and shrieked with laughter, "Hahaha, useless, all these hands only have your own strength. And you, you only have a mere 20 points of soul power!"

Wu Xiaode was startled.

The dwarf had seemingly been cut down into the ground, yet his consciousness had descended onto this bladed dragon?

It was in that moment of confusion when the dragon pounced on him.

The harsh saber wind sliced through the air, even severing the tips of Wu Xiaode’s hair.

"Watch as I shred you into minced meat!"

The dragon bellowed.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xiaode pointed his long sword—

Magpie Bridge Return!

Swish—

He appeared right behind the dragon, raised his long sword high, and chopped down with all his might.

Clatter clatter!

Countless blades were knocked off by this strike, scattering everywhere.

But in the next instant, the dragon’s body shook, and all those blades flew back to it, as good as new.

"Useless... My Name Skill has gathered all my strength, derived from my soul, beyond what you can imagine," the bladed dragon said slowly as it turned around, looking nonchalant.

Wu Xiaode held onto the Chi Xiao Sword, gave it another shake, then retreated a few more steps, saying calmly:

"I admit I can’t deal with a Name Skill, so I’ve been trying to tell you something since a moment ago."

"What is it?"

"...I’ve found a vulnerability outside of your name."

"Hahaha, you’re delusional, kid. There’s nothing that can hurt me now that I’ve manifested into this Named entity," the dragon laughed scornfully, took a deep breath, and roared:

"Little trash, you can’t ward off the call of death! You’re going to die soon!"

As it roared, a gust of wind gathered, sending Wu Xiaode and everything around him flying.

Wu Xiaode swayed in the wind, lightly touching down on the street’s side wall.

He crouched down, waved at the dragon, and said:

"Sorry, I always felt you forgot something after you merged with that dragon, so I wanted to remind you out of my spirit of helpfulness..."

After speaking, he pointed his sword in a direction.

The dragon turned to look.

Getting ejected from the crack created by "Long Moon Sparse Shadows" were two bronze hands.

One hand was holding a blood-drenched body.

The other hand held a bone saber, stabbing incessantly into the body.

Blood splattered everywhere.

——It was the dwarf’s body.