Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 306: Turn the spearhead around on March 5th

Chapter 306: Turn the spearhead around on March 5th

The sword in Jian Wushuang’s hand, trembling slightly with his arm, transformed into a spraying shower of sword blossoms that fell all around.

The tip of the sword vibrated, forming a flower in its extreme movement. This was a powerful attack birthed from the combination of True Qi and skill.

Every seemingly light and floating white sword flower, just like a blooming white peony amidst countless flowers, exuded an aura of icy purity and indifference.

Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed, realizing the danger of these sword flowers. He twisted his body, his fists pounding out from in front of his chest in all directions.

With each punch, a blast of white True Qi erupted, colliding with the sword flowers. The two forces burst simultaneously, shattering into pieces.

These powerful punches, coupled with Ye Qiu’s Dragon Walks Tiger Steps, kept being launched, smashing the falling sword blossoms into pieces.

Jian Wushuang leaped up, turning in the air to deliver another sword strike, fierce and daunting, carrying supreme Sword Qi with an unmatched momentum.

Following the sword flowers, this strike was even more formidable, seeming desperate to capture and kill Ye Qiu in one move.

"A hundred flowers fall and a hundred swords arrive; this is the first of my three strongest techniques, Spinning Shadow Sword Technique!" Jian Wushuang shouted, his body rapidly spinning in the air, sword and man merged into one, emitting a terrifying aura.

This was the sword of the Grim Reaper.

It could pierce through any obstacle in front of it, as if it could even penetrate mountains.

Ye Qiu dared not be careless, his opponent’s sword was extraordinary. He instantly enveloped his body in a True Qi shield.

Many were captivated by this dazzling sword technique. The Sword Qi formed whirlwinds, resembling dragons spiraling around, with Jian Wushuang and his sword at the center of the vortex, guarded by the spiraling dragon-like Sword Qi, each flicker carrying a sharpness that could pierce through everything.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

As Jian Wushuang and his sword met Ye Qiu, an invisible force erupted between the two, emitting a buzzing sound that irritated the eardrums, making it unbearable for onlookers.

However, this sound was fleeting, as the Sword Qi and True Qi collided. Their combined force burst forth, enveloping both their figures.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang was greatly alarmed; his strike was unable to advance and was blocked again by Ye Qiu, his defense appearing once more, stopping his attack.

"Not good." In the brief moment when Jian Wushuang was distracted, a hand silently appeared at his wrist. Jian Wushuang felt Ye Qiu attempting to disarm him of his sword.

With a gasp, Jian Wushuang dodged Ye Qiu’s sudden attack with the fastest speed.

Ye Qiu merely smiled slightly, not minding that Jian Wushuang had dodged his attack, for his foot had already reached Jian Wushuang’s chest, striking instantly.

Bang...

Jian Wushuang’s body emitted a loud bang, his face contorted in pain. He swung his sword, attempting to strike at Ye Qiu’s leg, but by then, Ye Qiu had already swiftly withdrawn his foot, causing Jian Wushuang’s counterattack to miss.

Jian Wushuang was sent flying, but he managed to stabilize himself without being knocked to the ground. His feet had just slid out a ten-meter long, inch-deep footprint, sparing him from losing too much face in front of everyone.

Jian Wushuang rubbed his chest, his blood churning. Ye Qiu was indeed a formidable opponent; his sword strike hadn’t injured him at all.

In Jian Wushuang’s eyes, Ye Qiu’s bizarre and abnormally strong defensive power was like a turtle shell, protecting Ye Qiu’s safety, giving him a feeling of having no way to start an effective attack.

Ye Qiu stood there, shielding Ye Zi, oblivious to Jian Wushuang’s thoughts, waiting for Jian Wushuang’s next move.

If Jian Wushuang was amazed by Ye Qiu’s strong defense, Ye Qiu was equally astonished by the versatility and sharpness of Jian Wushuang’s sword.

Without the shield of True Qi, he would surely have been left with a scar.

This guy is not inferior to any of the top ten fighters.

Ye Qiu stared at Jian Wushuang, and he found that Jian Wushuang seemed to be much more difficult to deal with than Fang Lianping. Indeed, he was a formidable rival!

The surrounding martial artists, who were originally part of the battle, were also spellbound, shocked by the striking blow the two had just exchanged.

Jian Wushuang once again raised the sword in his hand, his hand shook, and the sword hummed again, while Ye Qiu stood still, his eyes fixed on the blade.

Is it coming again? Ye Qiu thought, holding his breath in anticipation.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jian Wushuang’s mouth. He stomped his foot, and the longsword in his hand leaped like a fish jumping out of the water, trembling and ringing in the air.

Ye Qiu was about to use his True Qi Shield again to defend, but as he mobilized his True Qi, his expression suddenly changed, slightly astonished.

The sword was not actually aimed at him.

"You are strong, we must determine a winner between us, but not now, rather in the challenge match." Jian Wushuang’s gaze lingered on Ye Qiu for a while, and his sword suddenly changed direction.

Ye Qiu understood Jian Wushuang’s look and stood with his hands behind his back, completely relaxed as if he were just watching a show.

Whoosh...

A streak of Sword Qi instantly slashed forward. The martial artists who were still engrossed in watching the fight had not anticipated that Jian Wushuang would suddenly turn his sword on them. They had no time to react before they were struck by slashes of Sword Qi and sent flying away.

"Ah... Weren’t you supposed to strike him? How could you..." One person, hit by a slash of Sword Qi, felt aggrieved. However, his body had already been flung out of the arena, immediately disqualifying him.

"Dammit, I was hoping he would defeat Ye Qiu before I dealt with him. To turn against us at the last minute, how infuriating!" Many, heartbroken and enraged, wished they had joined forces against Jian Wushuang earlier. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have ended up in such a plight.

Jian Wushuang had long reached the realm of True Qi, and with his sword in hand, it was like adding wings to a tiger, elevating his combat power to a very high level.

The Sword Qi turned into a dragon, flashed past at high speed, and was unavoidable—not everyone had Ye Qiu’s abnormal defensive power.

Jian Wushuang, cutting through fighters as if slicing through melons and vegetables, eliminated one martial artist after another, a speed that was truly terrifying.

Some who didn’t want to be ousted by Jian Wushuang started extending olive branches to Ye Qiu, hoping to team up with him to contend against Jian Wushuang.

Ye Qiu responded coldly, paying them no mind. They had just attacked him in a group, and now they wanted to ally with him. Only a fool would agree to such a thing.

Ye Zi saw this and spat out, saying, "These people change faces really fast."

At the moment, Jian Wushuang was pointing his sword at other martial artists, who grouped together to attack him. Ye Qiu and Ye Zi, however, became mere spectators as Jian Wushuang chose not to continue fighting Ye Qiu for now, partly out of concern for the later challenges and partly because he did not want to reveal all his cards too early.

Since no one was challenging him, he and Ye Zi were happy to stand aside and watch Jian Wushuang force those martial artists out of the contest for a spot.

"Jian Wushuang, you can’t beat Ye Qiu, so you pick on us easy targets, despicable," some complained bitterly.

However, this did not make Jian Wushuang cease; instead, his Sword Qi doubled in strength and directly sliced that person out of the competition.

"Brother Wushuang, why don’t we team up against the others? How about it?" someone else sought to ally with Jian Wushuang to avoid his attacks.

With a cold laugh, Jian Wushuang simply said, "Annoying."

Following that, another Sword Qi soared.

A cry of agony traveled far, as another figure was eliminated.