Chapter 212: Consecutive Victories!
Seeing that his opponent was Yun Che, Lei Zhentian was visibly startled, then burst into loud laughter: "I didn't expect my first opponent today to be you, you brat. Looks like this big dark horse of yours is about to become a dead horse. Draw your weapon!"
"That depends on whether you have the ability to make me do so," Yun Che said indifferently.
If it had been someone several levels higher than him saying this, it would have been one thing. But coming from someone who was only at the True Xuan Realm, it naturally infuriated him. Without another word, he swung both hammers, whipping up two fierce gusts of wind that roared straight toward Yun Che's chest.
Each of Lei Zhentian's Thunderbolt Twin Hammers weighed eight hundred jin, but in his hands, they moved with incredible lightness, and the wind they stirred was especially heavy.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Six consecutive, vicious hammer strikes were all blocked by Yun Che's wrist. The dense sounds of impact didn't seem like flesh meeting heavy hammers at all—more like hammers smashing against solid rock. After these six strikes, a look of shock appeared on Lei Zhentian's face. Two Thunderbolt Twin Hammers weighing a total of sixteen hundred jin, combined with his own innate strength, were actually being blocked barehanded by this opponent!
And after blocking them, not only was the back of his hand uninjured, there wasn't even a red mark left.
Was his body made of iron?!
I don't believe you can keep blocking!
Lei Zhentian's gaze turned dark. His profound energy surged wildly, and his body spun like a wind-fire wheel, driving the Thunderbolt Twin Hammers to smash against Yun Che like a storm, each strike more ferocious than the last.
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
In just a few breaths, dozens of hammers came crashing down furiously, yet they still failed to touch even a corner of Yun Che's clothing, all blocked by his wrist and forearm. The more Lei Zhentian attacked, the more alarmed he became. Finally, he let out a great roar, unleashing his sect's profound art to its full force in an instant:
"Thunderbolt Lightning!"
The Thunderbolt Twin Hammers suddenly struck down simultaneously, their pressure several times greater than before. Yun Che frowned, didn't try to meet them head-on, and quickly retreated three body lengths. The hammers struck empty air, then collided with each other. A bolt of lightning carrying an extremely dense electrical force suddenly shot out, charging straight at Yun Che's face.
Crack!
A thunderclap from flat ground exploded with a deafening roar, charring a large area of the floor black. Yun Che had already leaped far back. As he landed, he waved his arm, and the Overlord Giant Sword was now held in both hands before him.
In this ranking battle, he had finally drawn his heavy sword.
"Whoa! Such a huge sword! Is this his weapon?"
"Could it be the legendary heavy sword? He's using a heavy sword as his weapon? Can he even swing it?"
The appearance of Yun Che's heavy sword immediately drew widespread amazement and murmurs. On the Sword Discussion Platform, Lei Zhentian's face fluctuated violently, because he realized that when Yun Che picked up the heavy sword, his entire aura had completely changed.
The heavy sword was too massive—both in weight and size—extremely difficult to control. But such a huge sword, grasped in his hand, looked perfectly harmonious, without the slightest hint of discordance. It was as if the sword was born for him, fused with him, not merely held in his hand but growing from it, as much a part of his body as his own limbs.
Yun Che's aura had also undergone a world-shaking transformation. Before, the Yun Che he saw was calm but with a hint of mystery, utterly without edge. But now, as he lifted the heavy sword, he seemed to see an insurmountable... his luck was truly too good. In the first round of group matches, he was placed in the group with the worst average strength. And in this second round, tsk tsk, look at the garbage opponents he's encountered so far? The strongest so far was only at Spirit Xuan Realm Level 6. If he had randomly encountered a disciple from one of the top ten sects, he would have been beaten black and blue and not even recognize his own mother."
"Hmph!" Fen Juecheng glanced at him sideways. "With your True Xuan Realm Level 10 strength, could you defeat an opponent at Spirit Xuan Realm Level 6?"
Fen Juebi was momentarily speechless, then shrugged indifferently: "If you put it that way, he's indeed a freak. But for now, I hope he keeps winning... until his win count reaches the top thirty-two."
Fen Juecheng's eyes flickered. "You mean?"
"Heheh! If he really makes it into the top thirty-two and enters the elimination round, and if he's unlucky enough to run into me, hehe..." Fen Juebi licked the corner of his mouth, a venomous smile spreading across his face. "I have plenty of ways to turn this freak into a cripple. The thrill of personally destroying a freak-level genius, big brother, you know exactly what I mean. It's an indescribably wonderful feeling."
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