Chapter 611: Chapter 150: Turning the Tide, Claiming the Top Spot [Ten Thousand Words]_2

And this feeling accumulates more, your combat power will naturally decline.

Even if at that time your spiritual power is exactly the same as when the battle began, the combat power cannot compare.

This is an extremely subtle difference, but sometimes in a battle between experts, victory and defeat are often determined by these subtleties.

Bai Xu swished as he drew out his long sword, tossing the sword scabbard behind him.

He walked out with large strides.

For the first time, before the battle even began, he already started to accumulate sword intent.

Across from him, Fang Che was definitely a formidable enemy, he had to prepare in advance.

Fang Che waited until Bai Xu reached almost the center position before asking, "Are you ready?"

Bai Xu was startled for a moment and instinctively replied, "I’m ready."

Fang Che nodded, raised his sword high, and with overwhelming momentum said, "If you’re ready, then I’ll begin."

Suddenly, with a slash on the ground, he flicked upwards into the high sky with a swoosh, the long sword in his hand reflecting myriad rays of sunlight, cold sword energy roaring out.

His body spiraled in mid-air, like a dragon soaring in the sky, grace and strength interwoven, quickly condensing sword energy. A mountain of swords rapidly took shape in the sky.

The sword hadn’t fallen, the person was in the sky.

Yet the sword energy already displayed the force of a tsunami!

Everyone held their breath, watching Fang Che in the air.

Everyone knew that when he struck, the slash must be earth-shattering.

Bai Xu’s sword intent reached its extreme. The sword tip trembled slightly, with sword qi sputtering out six feet, hissing sharply.

In his eyes, there was nothing but solemnity.

From the air, only to hear Fang Che roar: "Take my slash!"

Then, with a flash of light, the long sword flew down like a shooting star, carrying boundless sword energy, crashing down like thunder onto the ground.

But everyone was startled, because, only the sword came down, the person was still behind.

Fang Che actually didn’t follow the sword down.

The sword detached from his hand.

With an unreasonable posture, it rushed at Bai Xu. The sword energy enveloped ten zhang in all directions, locking the qi path.

Bai Xu’s eyes were filled with intersecting sword energy, the sword force filled the sky, and he shouted: "Good strike."

The long sword surged up like lifting a weight of ten thousand pounds.

Then all around resounded with an exclamation — in the air, after Fang Che released his sword, he actually drew his sword in reverse, silently unscabbarding it, swung in the air, becoming one with the sword, directly charging down.

At that moment, his entire bones even immediately adjusted to become sword bones!

The sword qi was glorious and splendid, just like another sun suddenly appeared in the sky.

And this sun, at the same time it appeared, transformed into a comet!

A burst of bright light rushed down.

It was precisely the move that Fang Che comprehended from the Ningxue Sword.

The Great Sun Sword!

With momentum like rolling thunder, brilliant like the great sun; swift like lightning, falling like a shooting star!

His goal was very clear: quick battle and quick victory.

Bai Xu was a tough opponent, and very steady. As long as he grasped the chance to entangle, Bai Xu could fight at least over a hundred moves against him!

That was unfavorable for Fang Che.

So he had to fight quickly to win.

In the stands, Ningxue Sword’s gaze sharpened, eyes showing appreciation.

This sword, good!

On the day at the Tianren Martial Academy, the sword qi seeds released surprisingly could accomplish such a sword!

Even Ningxue Sword felt somewhat shocked. This sword’s power might not be as great as when Ningxue Sword himself executed it, but it had already exceeded the range that one sword qi could impart, carving its own path.

This point was precious.

Below, with a clang, Bai Xu’s long sword touched upon the blade, exerting spiritual power with all effort to offset the sword energy, yet it felt like a great sun shone before his eyes, unbearable to look at directly.

The Great Sun Sword had already descended from the sky.

The sword had not yet touched the ground, the sword was at the brows.

The sword qi sharp, first piercing the bone.

The sword tip pierced between the brows, blood blossomed vividly.

Two slender white fingers, at this moment clamped the sword edge. Referee Mei Han, at the critical moment, intervened.

The result was decided.

"Guardian Fang Che wins!"

Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Bai Xu, defeated in one move.

Bai Xu retreated three zhang, the blood between the brows dripped like a line, vivid against his pale face, drawing a clear red line, distinctly divided.

He showed a bitter expression on his face: "I lost."

Forcing himself to endure the tumultuous pain of sword qi aftermath entering his brain, Bai Xu knew, if this were on a real battlefield, he not only lost, but was already dead.

Fang Che hooked up the sword on the ground, flipped both hands, sword and scabbard each sheathing, making a neat clang sound.

He said lightly: "Thank you for letting me win."

Not waiting for Bai Xu to reply, he had already turned and left.

In the stands.

A young voice shouted: "At least be a little polite."

It was Bai Family’s Bai Ye.

Fang Che looked back at Bai Ye, with a toothy smile: "A defeated opponent actually demands politeness? This is a friendly contest, if on the battlefield, he’d already be a corpse, would it understand politeness from me?"

"Presumptuous!"

Bai Ye was furious.

On the side, Feng Yue also said sinisterly: "Fang Che, don’t you think you’re too arrogant?"

Fang Che said indifferently: "You want to come down? If you don’t come down, what’s it to you?"

Feng Yue snorted angrily.

Fang Che said: "I know, you all are descendants of the Vice Sect Masters, so what? Such noble identities can’t bear to see your people lose? If you have the skill, come down and fight me!"

He curled his lip, disdainfully said: "Your ancestors are Vice Sect Masters, you are not Vice Sect Masters, what’s the big deal? Shouting what? What, with noble identity, you can only watch others struggle desperately? You sit and reap without satisfaction? Dissatisfied, come down! Truly, each of you are spoiled with bad habits! Purely full of nonsense!"