N-A-A 829. The End of the Deathmatch
829. The End of the Deathmatch
The secret technique greatly enhanced his power; however, even with such a surge in strength, the difference between Xiao Yan and Ling Fengzhui, whose aura was still rapidly increasing, remained negligible. Continuing the fight like this was insufficient to determine a victor.
If Xiao Yan wants to bring an end to their deadly battle, he will need more time and battle qi to prepare for the next fighting technique he releases.
Seeing that Xiao Yan did not launch a preemptive attack, Ling Fengzhui called out from afar, "Xiao Yan, four years! In just four years, your progress has truly exceeded my expectations."
"This is also thanks to your Spirit Clan," Xiao Yan replied in a deep voice.
"Hahaha, it seems that the idiot Ling Zhuo has really provoked a formidable enemy for the Spirit Clan."
Ling Fengzhui raised his right hand, the tip of his blade pointing at Xiao Yan: "However, talking about the past is too long-winded. This next strike is the culmination of my efforts over the past ten years, and it is what I now consider to be my strongest attack."
"If you can die by this blade, Xiao Yan, you won't have lost out."
"I have no interest in your move, but I must take your life!" Xiao Yan's tone was cold. At this point, Xiao Yan could not possibly send Ling Fengzhui away again. However, Xiao Yan also had to admit that Ling Fengzhui had brought him great pressure.
"Alright, let's see if my blade is sharper or your strange fire is stronger," Ling Fengzhui said finally.
Ling Fengzhui raised his sword high, the power channeled by Mo Ying constantly causing the power within his blades to surge. At the tip of the blade, a pure black light point condensed, and space before it became as fragile as paper, silently annihilating into tiny holes.
Ling Fengzhui's aura had reached its peak, an air of unparalleled confidence. Behind his ghost-face mask, his eyes burned with an intense fighting spirit. Indeed, as he himself said, this was all he could do; only in this way could he show the utmost respect to an opponent of Xiao Yan's caliber!
Guided by the Burning Blade Technique, the vast torrent of Dou Qi surged ceaselessly along the profound and complex meridian pathways, ultimately converging on Xiao Yan's right palm. On his palm, the purplish-red Crimson Lotus Star Flame suddenly rose and spun, with lotus patterns faintly appearing amidst the flames, dazzling and captivating.
The fighting spirit within his body was being consumed recklessly, and the nine spatial rifts in nine directions were directly torn apart by the molten torrent of fighting spirit condensed by Xiao Yan.
The lava torrents were dark red to almost black, with bubbling hot water churning on their surface, and each stream was as thick as a dragon.
These molten torrents, formed entirely from Dou Qi, erupted forth and were then guided by Xiao Yan, leaving nine streaks in the air before finally settling into Xiao Yan's raised right palm.
The overwhelming pressure of battle aura was fully unleashed, revealing the true power of a Heaven-Rank Battle Technique—enough to boil the seas, incinerate the heavens, and destroy all things. Only the true geniuses of the Battle Qi Continent could fully unleash the power of such a Heaven-Rank Battle Technique before advancing to the Battle Saint level.
Heavenly Rank Battle Technique, Ninefold Crimson Tide!
The Fire Cloud Ancestor's Heavenly Rank Battle Technique was something he comprehended when he advanced to the Battle Saint realm, and the technique itself was already extremely powerful. Moreover, because the Fire Cloud Ancestor also possessed the Nine Dragons Thunderfire back then, he incorporated a different kind of fire into this battle technique. This further amplified the already terrifying power of this fire-type battle technique.
After Xiao Yan personally practiced this fighting technique, he was deeply moved, realizing that it was perfectly suited to him.
After receiving the complete and unreserved instruction from the Fire Cloud Ancestor, Xiao Yan was able to integrate different flames into this fighting technique, just like the Fire Cloud Ancestor. However, the difference was that Xiao Yan possessed not just one type of different flame, but a total of four!
Even the Fire Cloud Ancestor was extremely surprised. If Xiao Yan hadn't not fully mastered it back then, he would have been very curious about how Xiao Yan would display this fighting technique.
Xiao Yan even fantasized that if he could collect all nine different flames and integrate them into this fighting technique, its power might surpass many mid-level Heaven-rank fighting techniques.
After a brief and delicate period of gathering strength, Xiao Yan was the first to complete the gathering.
The first wave of cataclysmic lava, carrying the aura of burning everything, crashed fiercely towards Ling Feng, who was still standing with his sword in hand!
Wherever the giant wave passed, the space was violently distorted by the high temperature, emitting a piercing hissing sound. The vast sand dunes below were instantly left with bottomless scorched black ravines under the high temperature radiation!
Facing the first wave of lava, powerful enough to instantly injure or even kill an ordinary early-stage Half-Saint, Ling Feng's expression beneath the ghost-face mask remained unchanged. He did not dodge, nor did his body sway in the slightest. However, just as the lava wave was about to engulf him, the sharp blade energy on the longsword in his hand seemed to stir.
There was no excessive noise, only a slight cracking sound as if space itself were being torn apart.
The blade energy silently cut into the roaring, dark red lava wave. The first wave of lava, which was incomparably powerful, was instantly cut in half by this seemingly insignificant blade energy!
The molten lava wave that had been cleaved apart was like a lifeless object that had lost its power, turning into a sky full of dark red, scorching flames, falling helplessly to both sides, posing no threat whatsoever to Ling Fengzhui, who did not even take a single step back!
This result was not unexpected for Xiao Yan. His eyes were calm and composed. The true power of the Ninefold Crimson Tide was never in the first level, and Ling Fengzhui was definitely not something that the first few levels of the Crimson Tide could defeat.
"BOOM!!!"
Almost the instant the first wave was cleaved apart, the second, even more turbulent and terrifying wave of lava roared in!
Following closely behind the previous wave, it carried even more terrifying battle energy and impact, attempting to completely overwhelm Ling Fengzhui with a relentless offensive!
However, just as the second wave of lava was about to arrive, Ling Fengzhui's longsword, raised high and brimming with power, finally completed its initial charge. Ling Fengzhui's longsword even seemed to possess a life of its own, emitting a deep hum; this strike had been building up for far too long, yearning to unleash its full power!
Ling Fengzhui's arm muscles bulged; this was his all-out burst of power, a strike that unleashed his strongest attack in a long time.
"True Spirit Heaven-Slaying Slash!"
A deep, furious shout erupted from behind the ghost mask!
Ling Fengzhui's raised sword fell to the ground!
At the moment the blade fell, Xiao Yan, who was extremely far away from Ling Fengzhui, had his black hair, which was scattered on his forehead, whipped wildly backward by the invisible blade intent, and even felt a slight stinging sensation on his face.
(Thanks to Emperor Xiwen)