Grinding Cultivation Toward Martial Saint-Chapter 1408 - 246: Victory Decided by a Single Sword!
Then, he sighed again: "At this age, only practicing martial arts for a few years! It is heard that he previously used a saber, and now he has casually switched to practicing the sword, yet has quickly advanced his Sword Dao to such a level. His talent and comprehension are simply unimaginable!!"
Upon hearing this, the man on the dragon throne remained silent.
...
In the training ground.
Shadows of people and swords overlapped.
The dense sound of metal clashes swept like a storm.
Dazzling golden light burst from Mingxin’s body, at this moment elevating him as if a deity on earth.
But at this moment, Mingxin felt the piercing pain around his body gradually intensifying, and he suddenly realized in his heart.
"Lord Jiang, are you using this monk to hone your sword?" A calm voice sounded, yet it instantly became majestic and spread throughout the entire training ground.
After the voice spread, a faint anger could be heard like magma surging under a boiling volcano.
"Master Huixin!" Jiang Ning’s voice echoed from all directions, as if it was coming from the sky.
Upon hearing Jiang Ning’s admission, Mingxin’s voice became deep and resonant.
"Have you ever heard, Lord, that there are wrathful Vajras in Buddhism too!!"
At this moment, Mingxin’s voice was filled with anger as if a volcano erupted.
A person like him, having come this far, how could he tolerate becoming someone else’s whetstone?
The next moment.
As his words fell.
Countless golden lights erupted from his body, Buddhist texts seemed to spew and flutter from his pores.
His upper garment quickly dissolved under the burst of Buddhist light, leaving not a trace behind.
At this moment, countless people saw a majestic statue of a Buddha appear behind him.
The statue was solemn, glaring with anger.
Boom!!
The spectators of this Buddha figure felt a rumble in their minds.
In their sight, there was only this solemn figure of a Buddha, nothing else.
Looking at this solemn figure of a Buddha, their hearts were filled with immense dread, wanting to kneel before this Buddha figure.
At this time, the Buddhist light shone brightly, like a radiant sun rising high.
A phantom of a Buddha appeared around Mingxin, enveloping him.
Under the cover of the phantom, Mingxin at this moment seemed like a deity descending to the world.
Countless sword shadows fell on the Buddha figure, though only an inch away from Mingxin’s body, yet as distant as the horizon.
On the other side.
Wan Jianyi watched this scene, his pupils dilated, his face showing an incredulous expression.
"He actually held back earlier?"
He seemed somewhat unable to believe this scene, unable to believe that even while holding back, Mingxin could still defeat him.
This implied that the gap between Mingxin and him was greater than he had previously imagined.
...
"Lord Jiang, now it’s my turn!" Mingxin said as he looked at the countless overlapping silhouettes and sword shadows ahead.
Then, he made a gesture with his hand, pushing forward.
A golden Buddhist palm instantly appeared, pushing horizontally towards the overlapping sword shadows and silhouettes ahead.
In an instant.
Jiang Ning immediately felt his whole body was restrained by an invisible force.
Under the constraint, the surrounding space instantly became like a quagmire.
The golden Buddhist palm was already locked, constantly enlarging in his sight.
"Lord Jiang, please try this palm!" Mingxin’s voice rang out once again.
Each word fell into Jiang Ning’s ears, incomparably clear, though the speech seemed slow, it actually surpassed the speed of the golden Buddhist palm by who knows how much.
Upon seeing this.
Jiang Ning simply put away his sword.
Boom——
With a thought, his whole body roared, Qi-Blood surged within, golden light bursting from his body.
Framed by the golden light, as if an immortal descended to the world.
Then, facing the golden Buddhist palm, Jiang Ning also slammed out a palm.
Mingxin’s eyes suddenly condensed.
"Vajra Immortal Body!!"
At this moment, he also saw what cultivation technique Jiang Ning was using.
But he also saw that this technique manifested differently on Jiang Ning than it did on himself.
That was the change after achieving Perfection and finding one’s own path.
Seeing this, the Buddhist light around him grew brighter, driven to the extreme by him.
Then his palm pushed again, the golden Buddhist palm becoming more solid.
Boom——
At the moment of powerful collision, the sound of explosion instantly echoed through the heavens and earth.
The audience around the training ground only felt the ground shake beneath them.
Then the dust raised by the collision wave instantly obscured every inch of sight.
Under the semicircular veil of water-wave smoke, the dust clung to every crevice.
"What is the result?"
"Who has the upper hand?"
"I really didn’t expect these two to hide such depths of power."
"Even more unexpected, that Lord Jiang at this age could contend with Master Mingxin and not fall behind!"
"..."
Various voices of discussion rose.
But shrouded by dust, they could not see a single thing.
At the center of the ground.
Wan Jianyi felt the wind like knife edges on his face, his eyes slightly squinting.
But in his sight, there was only dust and sand.
"These two..."
At this time, Xu Sansheng, Wang Jiadi, and others moved to the edge of the array’s cover.
Feeling the power contained in the gusts of wind, slightly stinging their faces, their hearts surged with waves of shock.
Just the aftermath gave them such tremendous pressure.
They couldn’t believe, if faced with this strike head-on, how could they possibly withstand it?
...
At this moment.
Countless gazes fixed on the dust-shrouded training ground.
At this time, smoke and waves surged on the array, an invisible force swept across the entire ground.
Countless dust particles descended, the sight restored to clarity.
"How could it be!!!" Looking at the scene at the center of the ground, Wan Jianyi’s pupils shrank in disbelief.
Because he saw the long sword in his hand had at this moment pierced through Mingxin’s right shoulder, the sword’s edge protruding from his back.
Just from this sword’s presentation, the superiority between the two was already apparent.
To pierce through from the right shoulder to the opposite side of the body indicates that the power of this sword was enough to shatter the strongest bones within a Martial Artist’s body.
To achieve this point, it also means if this sword were to fall on the forehead, it could pierce the skull.
For a Grandmaster’s formidable life force.
The heart can heal even if shattered, maintaining combat power.
But with the skull and cranium pierced, however powerful the life force, survival is impossible.
This means Jiang Ning’s sword, if aimed at Mingxin’s head, could have struck him dead on the spot, impossible for an immortal to save.
In such circumstances, the superiority was determined, the victory and defeat decided, the outcome settled.
...
"The world underestimates Lord Jiang, Lord Jiang’s Sword Dao is truly peerless among his generation, unmatched." Mingxin slowly spoke.
Hearing the meaning contained in Mingxin’s words, Jiang Ning moved his wrist, withdrawing the long sword from Mingxin’s body.
Droplets of pale golden blood dripped slowly along the sword’s edge to the ground.
Jiang Ning involuntarily took another look.
From the clash of that palm, he could see Mingxin had already reached the fields he had once reached, the realm of the Invincible Grandmaster.
That was an existence who completed eight Blood Exchanges.
And he could sense, Mingxin already possessed the potential to step into the realm of Martial Arts Mythology.
At most, give Mingxin another two or three months, and he could step into the Martial Arts Mythology realm, then leap into the Second Grade Great Grandmaster realm.
Even for him, facing such achievements by Mingxin, he felt admiration.
This final step, he did not know how much preparation he had made to smoothly step into the realm of Martial Arts Mythology.
Yet Mingxin did not have the opportunities he had, having taken step after step to reach such a level today.
"I concede!" Jiang Ning clasped his sword and saluted.
Just after testing the mysteries of the Taixu Yin Yang Sword, in the face of Mingxin’s complete eruption, he used his current strongest sword, Gui Xu, after exchanging a palm.
In front of the Gui Xu sword, Mingxin’s previously indomitable flesh was as fragile as tofu.
The sword easily broke through the protective golden light, pierced the skin, divided the flesh, shattered the bones, and pierced through Mingxin’s body.
Without any resistance in between, exceptionally effortlessly.
If he wished, this very sword could also pierce Mingxin’s skull, taking Mingxin’s life.
Having truly used the Gui Xu sword, he felt the power of this sword.
This was a sword that surpassed all other methods he had at present, representing the ultimate offensive strike.
Through the test of this battle, he also gained a more precise understanding of his own strength.
