Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 289 - Straightforward

In terms of combat experience, ten Wu Zhengs couldn’t compare to a single attack from Liu Wuxie’s finger. Even without using Ghost Eye, Liu Wuxie could keep up with each variation of Wu Zheng’s movements.

Wu Zheng retreated swiftly, but Liu Wuxie's leg was faster, shadowing his head with a barrage of kicks. Wu Zheng had no choice but to cross his arms in front of his chest, bracing himself for the impact.

He was sent flying when he took the kick head-on and threw up blood, as his internal organs were nearly crushed.

Wu Zheng was like a broken kite as he fell into a corner of the arena, his blood dyeing his clothes red. This was an outcome that no one had expected.

The Azure Lion Empire’s party had already started cheering and could foresee Liu Wuxie being killed and his dragon auras seized. But no one expected this outcome. The entire arena trembled violently from Wu Zheng’s fall.

“How is this possible? Wu Zheng is in the third level of the True Core Realm!” Someone pounded their chest, unable to accept this outcome. They couldn’t believe that Wu Zheng wasn’t Liu Wuxie’s match despite his cultivation in the third level of the True Core Realm.

It was harsher for those from the Azure Lion Empire to accept. Wu Zheng might not be their strongest, but was ranked at the top. Could it be that only someone in the fourth level could kill Liu Wuxie?

“This kid has been hiding his strength. I suspect that he has reached the second level of the True Core Realm!” Ye Feng’s face became grave, and he considered Liu Wuxie a formidable opponent.

Since his debut, there weren’t many who could receive Ye Feng’s attention.

“We have underestimated him. His movement and blade techniques are exceptional, but we overlooked his fighting instinct. He identified Wu Zheng’s weakness in a fraction of a moment,” remarked Ji Xinghe, the strongest genius of the Dark Tide Empire. “His skills aren't based on technique alone.”

These geniuses from the various empires gathered together, and it was already determined that they would enter the cultivation world. But Liu Wuxie’s rise was like an underdog, sweeping through his opponents.

It was shocking for someone in the first level of any realm to send someone in the third level of that realm flying with a kick, even for those on the stone monuments.

“Senior Sister Ruan, what do you think of him?” Luo Chudie asked softly.

“I can’t see through him!” exclaimed Ruan Bingzhi, a woman of few words. She hadn’t originally been assigned to this Battle of the Hundred Nations, but her senior sister's other engagements had necessitated her stepping in to fill the role.

“Such a low-grade nation has never produced such a monster before.” Luo Chudie also couldn’t see through Liu Wuxie. Their divine sense was powerful, but they couldn’t see through Liu Wuxie’s cultivation.

He might seem like a first-level True Core Realm expert, but he gave everyone a feeling that he was a lurking beast capable of devouring the sky.

Wu Zheng rose and roared, “Liu Wuxie, I’ll kill you!”

He had lost his rationale and could only let out hysterical roars, drawing his weapon. He thrusted his longspear straight towards Liu Wuxie’s chest.

Like an enraged lion, Wu Zheng’s hair stood on the end. If he couldn’t kill Liu Wuxie, he wouldn’t be able to face anyone.

“Hmph, a garbage like you wants to kill me?” The Heretic Blade appeared on Liu Wuxie’s hand, blocking and diverting the spear away.

When the two clashed, Liu Wuxie relied on the Fatality Blade Art to contend with Wu Zheng.

Wu Zheng had displayed the power of the Wind Chasing Spear to the limit, fully unleashing his cultivation throughout the years.

After exchanging for a few hundred moves, Liu Wuxie easily resolved all the incoming attacks, leaving Wu Zheng gasping for breath in exhaustion.

Liu Wuxie had no change on his face, nor did he gasp for breath. This made everyone look at him with admiration.

“What terrifying combat talent!” Yuwen Tianqian from the Northern Rise Empire muttered to himself. If he were in Liu Wuxie’s shoes, he could only face Wu Zheng’s Wind Chasing Spear by releasing his cultivation in the fourth level. Everyone was astonished to see Liu Wuxie easily fending Wu Zheng’s attacks with his cultivation in the first level of the True Core Realm.

“Did he start cultivating in the womb?” A voice came from the Blue Wind Empire. Liu Wuxie was the youngest, with most people being close to the mid-twenties.

“Senior Brother Shui, do you have the confidence to defeat him?” a representative from the Blue Wind Empire asked Shui Huan.

The surrounding geniuses all turned to look at Shui Huan. The latter was the strongest talent in the Blue Wind Empire. Together with the Northern Rise Empire’s Yuwen Tianqian, Azure Lion Empire’s Xiao Wenlai, and Black Chu Empire’s Ye Feng, they were the four geniuses.

The Dark Tide Empire was relatively distant. Ji Xinghe, who spoke earlier, and Mu Hongyang were top-notch experts. Undoubtedly, they would rise rapidly after entering the ten major sects.

Cultivators from the mundane world would use whatever resources they could obtain to increase their cultivation the moment they entered the cultivation world. This was because they knew the hardships of climbing from the bottom.

This was also why the ten major sects were fond of recruiting fresh blood from the mundane world. Rather than their current achievements, the ten sects valued their potential even more.

“Thirty percent!” Shui Huan said, and his words shocked everyone in the surroundings. If Shui Huan only had thirty percent odds of winning with his cultivation in the fourth level of the True Core Realm, wouldn’t that mean it was dangerous for Wu Zheng?

The battle became increasingly intense, with everyone’s gazes focused on the arena.

Liu Wuxie only focused on defending, using his blade technique to resolve Wu Zheng’s attacks. As time passed, Wu Zheng revealed more flaws in his attacks, showing signs of defeat.

“Senior Brother Liu is too strong. He brought glory to the Great Yan Dynasty,” Li Nanxiang said with admiration in her eyes. Unfortunately, they couldn’t see Liu Wuxie for one more day.

Wu Zheng performed the ultimate attack of the Wind Chasing Spear, Lethal Strike. This move had killed countless cultivators and had never failed him.

When Wu Zheng performed it, everyone from the Azure Lion Empire fell silent. No one dared even to blink, afraid of missing something.

The long spear manifested into countless spears, sealing off every inch of space around Liu Wuxie. The arena was enveloped in spearheads, and anyone could imagine the power of this spear technique.

“Liu Wuxie, die!” Wu Zheng roared, and his voice made the eardrums of everyone in the surroundings rumble in pain.

“You want to kill me with this? Are you looking down on me?” Liu Wuxie sneered and left the ground. His figure was divided into several afterimages, and it was impossible to discern which was his actual body.

Such a profound movement technique required powerful true essence to execute, and it wasn’t something anyone could accomplish. Lifting the Heretic Blade, Liu Wuxie executed the Fatality Blade Art’s Second Fatality Form.

However, for some reason, the Second Fatality Form was different each time Liu Wuxie performed it. This was also why the Fatality Blade Art was so powerful: there were no fixed moves. He could adjust the angle of his blade according to the opponent he faced.

This meant no one knew where his next strike would come from, and only those who faced Liu Wuxie personally knew how terrifying his blade technique was. After all, everyone who had faced Liu Wuxie’s blade technique was dead, and no one could have resolved the Fatality Blade Art.

This move wasn’t a trick. It was simple enough for even a three-year-old child to execute. When the Heretic Blade tore through the air, the surroundings exclaimed.

“This is impossible! I’ve faced Wu Zheng’s Lethal Strike before, and it’s flawless!” Many representatives from the Azure Lion Empire exclaimed.

“This is brilliant! This strike is aimed at the weakness of Wu Zheng’s spear!” Shui Huan slapped his thigh with a hint of shock on his face.

There was a weakness to everything in the world, and the same was true for martial techniques.

Liu Wuxie relied on his fighting instinct and Ghost Eye to find the weakness in Wu Zheng’s spear. When most people encountered formidable enemies, they were fond of using complicated moves to resolve their opponents' attacks.

But dao was that simple, and not everyone could comprehend it. Wu Zheng’s attack was fast, accurate, fierce, and tricky, making it difficult for others to defend.

The best solution was to go straight and disrupt Wu Zheng’s rhythm. Liu Wuxie used his movement technique to avoid the incoming strike before locking onto Wu Zheng’s neck with the Heretic Blade.

Wu Zheng’s spear technique had an advantage in range, but when Liu Wuxie got close, even the most straightforward attack could threaten Wu Zheng.

This was why many people were helpless against Wu Zheng’s spear technique, and countless souls had perished to his spear.

Today, however, Liu Wuxie used a simple move to break through the mystery of Wu Zheng’s spear technique.

Wu Zheng retreated in fear with a hint of horror reflected in his eyes. He couldn’t believe that his spear technique was countered.

He wanted to pull back his spear to launch new attacks, but Liu Wuxie wouldn’t give him a chance. The Heretic Blade split into two, manifesting into two blade auras that deflected the spear, nearly causing the spear to slip from Wu Zheng’s hands.

“Wu Zheng is in danger!” The elites of the other empires exclaimed that someone in the third-level True Core Realm was no match for someone in the first level. If news spread, no one would believe it.

“This kid is a monster. If Wu Zheng dies at his hand, only someone in the fourth level can kill him.”

Liu Wuxie aroused public anger without his knowledge, and Wu Zheng was an elite from the Azure Lion Dynasty. Many intermediate-grade nations depended on the Azure Lion Dynasty, making them almost indistinguishable.

“Let’s see if Wu Zheng can counter this move!” The Black Chu Empire’s geniuses held a glimmer of hope, hoping for a miracle.

The other arenas had finished their battles, and everyone was directed to Liu Wuxie’s arena. Everyone held their breaths and analyzed their odds of winning if they were in Wu Zheng’s position.

“Liu Wuxie, I’ll drag you down even if I die!” The Heretic Blade was approaching Wu Zheng’s neck and was only a few inches away. Wu Zheng gave up defending and thrust his spear at Liu Wuxie’s chest.

This was a move to drag Liu Wuxie down with him even if he had to risk his life.

“Garbage like you wants me to perish with you?” Liu Wuxie mocked. His mockery made Wu Zheng throw up a mouthful of blood, and his retreating speed slowed.

With a tilt, Wu Zheng’s spear brushed past Liu Wuxie’s body and flew out. After losing his spear, Wu Zheng was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. A hint of fear appeared on his face because he didn’t want to die.

“Liu Wuxie, don’t kill me!” Wu Zheng was afraid and could feel the blade's edge penetrating his skin. He even went so far as to beg for mercy in front of everyone, leaving them stunned.

“Too late!” Liu Wuxie responded coldly, and the Heretic Blade swung down, splattering Wu Zheng’s blood.