Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 933: The Unyielding Duel

Chapter 933: The Unyielding Duel

"Seonho Ming, try my Ten Thousand Sword Destruction Array!" Kenny Lin’s face was slightly pale, as if his intense spiritual energy output was draining him. A multitude of sword lights rained down like falling stars, shooting across the sky.

The rolling clouds and thunderclaps made for an overwhelming display of power.

Seonho Ming smirked darkly. "What nonsense is this ’Ten Thousand Sword Destruction Array’? Never heard of it. But you must know the Eight Gods Blade—today, I’ll make sure you taste what it feels like to be killed by a technique your own people practice!"

With that, Seonho Ming leaped into the air. The dark clouds swirled above him, with occasional flashes of thick lightning illuminating the sky.

As he raised his sword, a powerful bolt of lightning struck his blade. Lightning sparked across the sword, and the force it radiated grew stronger, feeling as if it could destroy everything in its path.

"Oh my god, Senior Brother Ming can now use the Seventh Strike of the Eight Gods Blade! The power is incredible!"

The Eternal One Sect disciples watched, thrilled and awestruck. Until now, no one had known that Seonho Ming had mastered the Seventh Strike.

"He actually succeeded," Jiheon Yang said, shocked. "Temujin Lei, did you know about this?"

Temujin Lei’s face was serious. "I didn’t. He’s kept it hidden, probably planning to use it as a final trump card."

"Since it was supposed to be his secret weapon, why did he reveal it here just to defeat a middle Soul Formation stage opponent?" Jiheon Yang asked, puzzled.

"That middle Soul Formation stage cultivator isn’t weak. Seonho Ming likely wants to win quickly and make a statement," Temujin Lei guessed.

"But now everyone knows Senior Brother Ming’s true strength," Jiheon Yang frowned.

"So what? There aren’t many here who could defeat Seonho Ming anyway," Temujin Lei replied coolly.

"That’s true," Jiheon Yang nodded, watching the two powerful forces collide. Clearly, Seonho Ming’s force was stronger and more impressive. Smiling confidently, he added, "One gold token is as good as ours. If we win a second one, the Eternal One Sect will really make a name for itself this time."

"It’s possible to win a second, but only Senior Brother Lei has the strength to do it," Hwejong Xiong said, giving Temujin Lei a bit of flattery.

Temujin Lei didn’t reply, but a slight smile suggested he agreed.

As the two forces clashed, they surged like mountains and oceans, creating massive waves of spiritual pressure that rippled outward. After a moment, the powerful display subsided, and just as everyone thought it was over, a white sword light streaked with hints of black quietly pierced through the waves of spiritual energy.

To use the Seventh Strike of the Eight Gods Blade, his final move, Seonho Ming had used almost all his spirit energy. Even after taking several pills, he couldn’t instantly recover.

When he noticed the sword light, it was too late to respond with another strike.

In haste, he swung his sword dozens of times, though each strike was weaker than the Eight Gods Blade’s full power, hoping the sheer number would counter it.

Seonho Ming thought that since his opponent had unleashed such an enormous Ten Thousand Sword Destruction Array, their spiritual energy must be even more depleted than his. Surely, these strikes would be enough to block the sword light.

But before he could relax, he watched in horror as his blade lights vanished the moment they touched the oncoming sword light.

How could this be? His cultivation and strength were higher—there was no way his opponent could overpower him!

The sword light moved so quickly that it was almost upon him in the blink of an eye. In desperation, Seonho Ming threw out a defensive artifact, using everything he had left.

The onlookers gasped. "A top-tier defensive treasure! You don’t see that often."

"Is Seonho Ming losing? Isn’t he peak Soul Formation stage? Why does it look like he’s being pressured?"

"That middle Soul Formation stage disciple really has some skill. No wonder he dared guard two gold tokens alone. If he wins, the Green Lotus Sect will have at least one token."

"What’s going on with Senior Brother Ming?" Jiheon Yang asked, worried.

"His opponent is very strong. Now, in this critical moment, he’s used a final move. If Seonho Ming can block this, his opponent’s strength will be exhausted," Temujin Lei said, his face tense.

Seonho Ming clearly understood this—no matter what, he had to block this attack. That’s why he took out a defensive artifact, even though it was embarrassing to rely on one.

With a deep thud, the sword light hit the artifact. The next moment, the sound echoed repeatedly, like raindrops hitting a drum, as if playing a rhythmic song.

Just as Seonho Ming sensed something unusual, Jiheon Yang’s worried voice called out.

"Senior Brother Ming, watch out! He’s absorbing a huge amount of spiritual energy!"

The crowd was stunned, watching the spiritual energy in the air gather around Kenny Lin. It was like a powerful river, surging towards him.

"His absorption rate is way too fast; he seems to be restoring a lot of his spiritual power," Jiae Yao exclaimed, shocked.

"It looks like even the Green Lotus Sect didn’t expect this. They seem as surprised as we are," Dayeon Xinyue noted, frowning. She could tell that Jirandai Tang and the others didn’t know much about this disciple either.

Jiae Yao shrugged. "Everyone has secrets. Maybe this is just one he didn’t want to share."

Dayeon Xinyue sighed. "Maybe. Seonho Ming might lose."

"If he hadn’t summoned his defensive artifact, he might’ve still had a chance," Jiae Yao mocked with a slight smile.

Seonho Ming realized now that the sword light, streaked with black, split into countless smaller sword lights just before hitting his artifact. The attack had been a distraction—his opponent’s real aim was to secretly restore his spiritual energy.

Usually, there wouldn’t be enough time to regain much spiritual energy, but here was different.