Ten Thousand Dragons Technique-Chapter 339: I, Wushuang the Sword, Can Also Turn the Tide!
"Alas, if only Junior Brother Lin were here. He would definitely be able to turn the tide," Ye Qingwu sighed, and the others lamented in agreement.
"Yes, if Young Master Lin were here, he could certainly handle them," Wan Tianming said.
Bei Chen nodded. "Young Master Lin could knock them all down with one hand."
Damn it! Lin Xuan is already dead, so why do so many people still miss him? How infuriating! Chu Yue gritted her teeth.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang stepped forward. "Everyone, don’t worry. I, too, can turn the tide." A fierce light shone in his eyes as he looked toward Yun Changkong and the other four Grandmasters with utter indifference. He said coldly, "Come on! This genius exchange competition isn’t over yet."
"Who are you?" Yun Changkong asked.
Jian Wushuang replied loudly, "My name is Jian Wushuang, ranked second on the Hidden Dragon Chart."
"So that means, apart from Lin Xuan, you’re the strongest one?" Yun Changkong laughed. "Then defeating you is the same as defeating the entire Hidden Dragon Chart."
"Come on, then!" Yun Changkong laughed boisterously. "I’m going to trample the Hidden Dragon Chart under my feet!"
The crowd from Great Xia seethed with anger. Arrogant, he was simply too arrogant!
Jian Wushuang let out a cold shout and slashed out with his sword.
Yun Changkong remained unfazed. Wielding the folding fan in his hand, he unleashed a multitude of sharp blades that blotted out the sky as they surged forward.
BOOM! The two attacks clashed.
All the blades were shattered by the single sword strike. Jian Wushuang’s sword was unstoppable as it continued toward Yun Changkong.
Yun Changkong’s expression changed dramatically. How is this possible? He swung his folding fan to block, but in the next instant, it was pierced through. The sword strike sent him flying, his blood arcing through the air.
"What?" The faces of everyone from Liuyun Country turned pale. Had Yun Changkong actually been defeated?
On the side of the Great Xia Country, the crowd erupted in cheers. "That’s great! Let’s see you act so arrogant now, Yun Changkong! You wanted to trample us underfoot? Do you even have what it takes?"
Jian Wushuang retracted his sword and said coldly, "Utterly weak. The Liuyun Chart is nothing special. So what if you have five Grandmasters? I can sweep through all of you!"
"Such arrogance! Let me handle you!" the fifth-ranked genius of the Liuyun Chart roared as he threw a punch. His fist was as heavy as a giant mountain, and he attacked Jian Wushuang viciously. A phantom image of a great mountain appeared in the sky, descending as if to suppress everything.
The bodies of the spectators trembled, yet Jian Wushuang simply swung his sword in a heaven-cleaving arc, slicing the massive mountain phantom in two. The fifth-ranked genius of the Liuyun Chart coughed up blood and was sent flying, defeated by a single sword strike.
How can this be? Is this guy really that strong? The geniuses of the Liuyun Chart were dumbfounded.
"Excellent!" the Hidden Dragon Chart cultivators cheered.
"Go on, Liuyun Country! Keep being arrogant! Weren’t you going to trample us? Make a move!"
"Hmph, did you really think the Great Xia Country has no one left?"
"Let me tell you the truth, Jian Wushuang is a prodigy of the Sword Dao! He has comprehended Sword Intent, something none of you can hope to contend with!"
Wan Tianming and the others sneered. They felt a surge of vindicated pride. Let’s see if Liuyun Country still dared to act so arrogantly now.
The geniuses of Liuyun Country were utterly shocked. "What? Sword Intent? He actually comprehended Sword Intent! No wonder his sword is so sharp!"
Yun Changkong and the others looked grim. Their defeat had not been unjust.
The white-robed youth, who had been resting with his eyes closed, finally opened them. He stared at Jian Wushuang in surprise. "You have also comprehended Sword Intent?"
"That’s right," Jian Wushuang said, pointing at him. "You must be number one on the Liuyun Chart. Do you dare to fight me?"
The white-robed youth, Gu Linfeng, simply shook his head. "You are not worthy."
"You dare to look down on me?" Jian Wushuang took a step forward, and his Sword Intent erupted from his body, threatening to split the very void in two.
However, Gu Linfeng remained disdainful. "I said, you are not worthy."
"Fine. I will defeat all of them, and then we’ll see if I have the right to challenge you," Jian Wushuang declared. He then turned and challenged the fourth-ranked member of the Liuyun Chart.
This time, Jian Wushuang used three moves to defeat his opponent.
The contingent from Great Xia was ecstatic. Even the elders of the royal family were all smiles. They had never expected Jian Wushuang to be so powerful. It seemed that even without Lin Xuan, Jian Wushuang could still turn the tide and sweep away the competition.
"Next."
Jian Wushuang continued, challenging the third-ranked cultivator on the Liuyun Chart. This time, he defeated his opponent in ten moves. The crowd cheered once more. With the strength Jian Wushuang had displayed, it seemed he truly could crush everyone.
He’s actually this strong? Ye Qingwu was incredibly surprised.
Chu Yue, however, was consumed by jealousy. Even after Lin Xuan’s death, the one in the spotlight still isn’t me! I’m so unwilling! She nearly ground her teeth to pieces in frustration.
Next, Jian Wushuang pointed to the second-ranked individual: the Ninth Prince.
The Ninth Prince clapped his hands. "Brilliant, truly brilliant. I never expected that besides the legendary Champion Marquis, the Great Xia Country would have another genius like you. Interesting. You are worthy of me making a move."
The Ninth Prince removed his cloak, laid it aside, and strode forward. "Let’s begin," he said with a smile.
"After I defeat you, I’ll be able to challenge that Gu Linfeng, right?" Jian Wushuang retorted. "By then, we’ll see if he still dares to refuse."
With that, Jian Wushuang thrust his sword forward. The Sword Qi, infused with his Sword Intent, was incomparably sharp as it shot toward the Ninth Prince.
Wan Tianming, Bei Chen, and the others began to cheer. In their eyes, Jian Wushuang was sure to win this battle. After all, so many Grandmasters had already fallen to him; this Ninth Prince would surely be no match either.
Facing the unparalleled sword strike, the Ninth Prince was unconcerned. He simply extended his arm and waved it forward. His sleeve rapidly enlarged, transforming into a vast expanse that seemed poised to engulf everything.
Jian Wushuang’s Sword Qi was instantly swallowed.
Not only that, but the sleeve, like a world unto itself, pressed down on Jian Wushuang, attempting to envelop him completely. Jian Wushuang’s expression changed, and he tried to retreat, but it was too late. The entire space had already been covered by the sleeve. The massive sleeve descended like a black hole, enveloping his figure.
Jian Wushuang felt his body tremble under an immense pressure, nearly forcing him to his knees. He roared, "Get off me!"
Sword Qi surged from his body, powerful enough to pierce the heavens, yet it could not penetrate the sleeve.
"Submit!" the Ninth Prince bellowed, and the sleeve descended like a mountain range, striking Jian Wushuang.
THUD! Jian Wushuang’s legs buckled, and he was forced to kneel on the ground.
Jian Wushuang roared at the sky, fighting back with all his might. His eyes turned red. Kneeling in public was a humiliation worse than death. He would rather die in battle than kneel before the Ninth Prince. He roared again, his Sword Qi reaching a terrifying new intensity as he pushed his Sword Intent to its absolute limit. His entire being seemed to transform into a sharp sword that would pierce the heavens and earth.
The Ninth Prince’s sleeve began to shake violently.
"To think you can actually shake my Liuyun Sleeve. How incredible," the Ninth Prince noted with surprise. "A true genius who has comprehended Sword Intent. But unfortunately, your cultivation is too weak. You are still no match for me. Be suppressed!"
With a final roar from the Ninth Prince, the power of the Liuyun Sleeve erupted again, completely overwhelming Jian Wushuang.
"This is bad!"
"Jian Wushuang was defeated!"
"He was suppressed!"
"How did this happen?"
The geniuses from Great Xia were stunned into silence. They had never imagined that Jian Wushuang would lose. Even the expressions of the royal elders changed drastically.
The Grand Elder shot to his feet and said coldly, "Stop!"
After suppressing Jian Wushuang, the Ninth Prince made no further move. He waved his hand, retracting the Liuyun Sleeve. "It was a good match."
Nearby, Gu Linfeng sighed. "As I thought, pathetically weak. There isn’t a single person in the Great Xia Country who can put up a fight. What a disappointment."
Hearing this, everyone from Great Xia trembled with rage. It was an outrageous insult, a brutal slap in the face.
"If only Lin Xuan were still alive! With his power, he could have easily defeated this Ninth Prince!"
"He could have swept through all of Liuyun Country."
"That’s right! They probably only dared to come here and act so wildly because they heard about Young Master Lin’s death. If Lin Xuan were alive, they would never have dared!"
The geniuses of Great Xia gritted their teeth, missing Lin Xuan immensely at this moment.
Ye Qingwu said the same. "If Lin Xuan were alive, he could sweep away everyone."
However, the Ninth Prince just shook his head with a cold laugh. "Useless. Even if that Champion Marquis, Lin Xuan, were alive, he would still be no match for me. I’ll tell you the truth: my strength is at the peak of a one-star Grandmaster! Unless that Lin Xuan has the power of a two-star Grandmaster, he could never defeat me."
