Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  Huang Rong said nothing, but she was already a little convinced by his reasoning.

  "Later on, let's go to Happy and talk in private with him so we can form a good relationship with him."

  When Guo Jing saw that Huang Rong could not come to a decision, he took the initiative to make the decision for her.

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  When Happy stood in front of Dongfang Xiong, he appeared to be very calm.

  Each of the disciples from the eight aristocratic families had already reached Inaction Realm, and all of them were very blessed and powerful. They were not that much inferior to the sect leaders of normal sects, but Happy had met some of them in his previous life, so he had some degree of understanding toward them, which was why the pressure on him was not very great.

  "Please grant me your instruction."

  If Happy was calm, Dongfang Xiong was even calmer.

  The Dongfang Clan placed great hopes on him for the martial arts tournament. He was to display the might of the Dongfang Clan in it!

  The lady of Murong Clan had extraordinary talent, but she was only considered as a rival to him. What caused him to be surprised was that the Life and Death Realm Murong Clan disciple who followed the Murong Clan Lady had stepped forth without knowing what was good for him.

  Dongfang Xiong drew his sword slowly while he said, "Ten moves. If I do not manage to defeat you within ten moves, I will admit defeat."

  As he spoke, he did not even look at Happy. His act of underestimating Happy was very clear!

  Once he said those words, quite a number of people in the spectator seat frowned slightly. There were a lot of men and women who watched Happy worriedly, but there were also some who were delighted at his upcoming misfortune.

  An Inaction Realm martial artist was about to go up against a Life and Death Realm martial artist.

  The two were not even in the same category in a martial arts tournament.

  But Happy's answer was even more callous and filled with even more disdain.

  "Then, when the ten moves are over, go down by yourself. I will not send you off."

  Finally, Dongfang Xiong was unable to continue maintaining his callous expression. He smiled coldly, tapped against the ground, and drifted over slowly like a willow with the wind blowing against it. His longsword was positioned behind him, and while he drifted to Happy, who was dozens of feet away from him, he looked incredibly bizarre.

  Happy did not move, just watched from his spot.

  When Dongfang Xiong saw that his movements did not throw Happy off, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

  Sun Rises!

  He did a simple one-handed sword lift.

  Whoosh!

  The sword arc was full, and it looked like a sun rising swiftly from the sea. Dazzling red light instantly bloomed from the longsword and shone so brilliantly that all Happy saw was red light. He seemed to have been touched by the light from the rising sun that spread far and wide.

  Happy could clearly feel a sharp and cold attack locking down on him.

  He did not dodge.

  Petite Dragon!

  Dragon Capture!

  He twisted his body in a strange manner and moved into the light that had spread far and wide.

  The next moment, the light vanished.

  With a grunt, Dongfang Xiong and Happy flew backwards.

  Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!

  Dongfang Xiong took five consecutive steps backwards. At the moment he stood still, he wiped his face, and he came away with a red smear on his palm. There were three terrifying blood trails on his face, and they burned.

  Everyone at the foot of the stage looked at him with solemn and disbelieving expressions.

  The indifference on Nangong Ruosui and Bei Lie's faces disappeared without a trace. It was replaced by stupefaction and incredulity.

  They suddenly realized that Happy might not have relied on some tricks to save the six great sects. He could have also displayed great strength and ability.

  Thud, thud!

  Happy was kicked in the c.h.e.s.t when he fought against Dongfang Xiong with brute strength, but his Golden Bell Cocoon negated most of the damage, and he managed to regain his footing after taking two small steps backward.

  Then, right before Dongfang Xiong and the heroes of the world, he flicked off the dust on his c.h.e.s.t and said in an incredibly calm manner, "There's still seven moves left."

  Chapter 541 - Raging Sun Burns the Sky

  "There's still seven moves left."

  Those five words were spoken calmly, but they were like a loud slap on Dongfang Xiong's face. They struck him so hard that he felt dizzy and as if he was drenched in blood.

  It was only then that Dongfang Xiong realized that he was not dealing with a normal disciple, but someone who had almost an equal amount of knowledge of the world as the Murong Clan Lady and was an elite who had an incredibly powerful ultimate technique.

  But not only had his opponent reached the level of an elite, he also seemed to have a great understanding toward Sunrise Sword. With one attack, he defeated three of his moves, and Dongfang Xiong even came out with a few bloody marks on his face.

  Even though Dongfang Xiong was incredibly reluctant to do so, he had to admit that he had underestimated the people from the Murong Clan!

  His face burned and his heart bled.

  Right before the heroes of the world, a Murong Clan disciple in Life and Death Realm had struck his face and even injured it.

  "Again!"

  Dongfang Xiong ignored the sting on his face. He gritted his teeth and became serious. His momentum rose, and a vast sword force tore through the air.

  Happy did not even execute Petite Dragon this time. He resolutely dodged to the side, and a loud bang rose from beside him. A terrifying sword trench appeared at that spot, but he did not even spare it a glance.

  "There's still six moves left."

  The momentum of his sword changed. Determination and ruthlessness flashed past Dongfang Xiong's face. He jumped into the air and drifted toward Happy. At the same time, he enunciated his next move clearly in a drawn out manner.

  "Sunrise Dazzles the Nine Skies!"

  Just when a solemn expression appeared on Happy's face, a few long rays of sunlight that looked as thin as fingers shot out from Dongfang Xiong's hands while he looked down on his opponent. They charged at Happy as quickly as lightning.

  Happy twisted his body. At the same time he used Phantasmal Body Movement Skill to avoid the attack, he activated Petite Dragon.

  Golden Bell Cocoon rose around his body!

  Two sword forces grazed past Happy, and Golden Bell Cocoon shuddered violently. Then, it swiftly retracted into his body.

  "Five moves left."

  Happy's voice became even calmer and more indifferent. When Dongfang Xiong heard it, he found it even more grating to the ears. He was strongly provoked, and as if he was eager to prove his worth, he attacked repeatedly.

  "Dongfang's finished."

  They included Bei Lie and Nangong Ruosui. They could tell that Dongfang Xiong had completely lost his calm. His attacks were beginning to be affected by his emotions.

  Dongfang Xiong was usually a resolute person, so they did not expect that Happy would seize the pride he previously displayed and use it against him to slowly push him into an endless abyss. Now, even if he wanted to turn the tables, it was no longer possible.

  "That boy from the Murong Clan is not to be underestimated," an old woman behind Nangong Ruoshui who seemed to be there to serve them tea suddenly said. "Later, have Bei Lie go up and test his limits."

  "I understand."

  Nangong Ruoshui curtsied a little. Then, she cast a glance at the Murong Clan with a contemplative glance. She was a little wary now. With Dongfang Xiong out of the picture, Nangong Clan, Murong Clan, and the mighty northern clan would be fighting for the title of the greatest aristocratic clan among the eight.

  If Happy seized all the glory alone, not only would the
eight aristocratic clans be humiliated, the Murong Clan might possibly suppress them in the world of wanderers again.

  As expected, within less than half a minute, Dongfang Xiong executed a consecutive series of four moves, but Happy avoided all of them easily.

  "Last move."

  Dongfang Xiong roared from the provocation. It was a furious cry that sounded like a thunderclap on the stage. Then, a ball of burning fire shot out from Dongfang Xiong's palm. It was like a small, dazzling sun. At the same time it released a heat wave and scorched others, it quickly swelled up!

  He turned into an even larger sun and slowly pushed toward Happy. While he breathed, the larger but still small sun continued to swell up and become bigger. Its momentum continuously increased, and it showed signs of wanting to force Happy out of the stage.

  Happy's expression changed.

  That was Dongfang Clan's final profound secret of Sunrise Sword—Raging Sun Burns the Sky!

  It would not be easy to deal with it.

  Happy retreated slowly.

  He shut his eyes and sensed the change in momentum within the small sun as well as the trajectory of Dongfang Xiong's sword!

  Suddenly, the small sun came to a screeching halt.

  It was also at that moment that Happy resolutely stopped moving.

  Boom!

  'As expected, it truly is not easy to fight against Inaction Realm martial artists.'

  Happy sighed and quickly raised his hands. Two dragon-shaped vortices swiftly appeared on his palms, and right when a faint dragon roar rose, a qi wave that had countless waves of red in it swiftly rose all over his body. It was Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill. It circulated madly like fish in the water in the oppressive heat and turned it into energy that could be absorbed.

  Happy's momentum also increased by a little within an instant.

  "ROAR!"

  He delivered two punches and quickly followed by using Petite Dragon and Golden Bell Cocoon to crash violently against Dongfang Xiong's sword forces.

  Bang, bang, bang, bang!

  Repeated bangs rose, and Happy's body was instantly devoured by endless red qi waves. Countless people below the stage cried out in surprise and rose up.

  Only the six great sects and various famous elites were unaffected. They stared at the stage filled with red qi waves and black smoke before slowly releasing a breath. Faint hints of praise appeared on their faces.

  Many of the players below the stage did not know what had happened.

  Only then did the crowd below finally understand that Happy had successfully avoided Dongfang Xiong's strongest attack and withstood all ten moves.

  "This boy does indeed know Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm…" Guo Jing took an excited step forward while below the stage and clenched his fists tightly.

  Even though it was only for an instant, he had clearly sensed the blood boil in his body. He had sensed the pure might of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm. The momentum created when Happy threw two punches was an essence that not even Zhang Wuji had. It was a surprise that Happy had understood the technique to such an extent.

  "Brother Dongfang, I will fight against him in the next fight."

  The aristocratic families had only arrived at their current state because they came from the same origin. When Bei Lie saw that Dongfang Xiong had lost in such a humiliating manner and was even forced to use his final profound technique at the cost of using up a large amount of his qi, he knew that even if Dongfang Xiong tried to continue fighting, it would be impossible for him to win.

  That was why he took the initiative to speak up at the foot of the stage. While walking up, he said loudly, "But while Brother Dongfang had been careless, I will not. Our battle will not be determined by the number of moves."

  The underlying meaning behind his words was that Dongfang Xiong had lost because he had been careless, and he could be considered to be helping Dongfang Xiong regain some of his dignity before the heroes of the world.

  However, such tricks would not work in front of Happy. He walked out from the slowly disappearing red qi waves and said in a loud voice, "If that's the case, then I will have to bring out my real abilities to fight against you!"

  Dongfang Xiong, who was walking down the stage, staggered a little.

  Chapter 542 - Fight the Mighty Northern Clan

  Happy remained still even when he faced an oppressive momentum that came at him from all directions as he stood on Dragon Tiger Arena. He stood proud and tall, and his robes fluttered loudly, but he never frowned. He just stared at the strongest of the young genii, Bei Lie, from the mighty northern clan with an indifferent look.

  Bei Lie might look very heroic and built, which gave him a careless appearance, but he was a very keen person. It was something Happy could tell based on the words he used to help Dongfang Xiong regain his dignity.

  When Bei Lie heard Happy speak in such an arrogant manner, he did not dare to be careless. His expression sank, and an astonishing heat wave that did not lose to Dongfang Xiong's final move came charging at Happy.

  However, this heat wave did not contain any aggressive force. Instead, it had the presence of a furnace that would never be destroyed, and it caused sparks to appear in the air.

  The mighty northern clan managed a business selling all sorts of weapons, and their disciples all had exquisite skills. They trained beside furnaces since they were young, and each one practiced the mighty northern clan's unique Zhurong's Qi Cultivation Technique [1]. They had astonishing understanding and control over fire and power.

  Bei Lie was also born with great strength, because of which, he was an outstanding person in his clan!

  The moment the fight started, Happy sensed a suffocating pressure from the well-built man. Fortunately though, after he activated Golden Essence Nine Yang Skill and circulated his qi once, he recovered. But he was still wary.

  The Murong Clan Lady was not exaggerating. Bei Lie might really be the strongest among the young generation in the eight aristocratic clans.

  Dongfang Xiong had already forced Happy to use Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm to carve his way to victory, but now an even stronger opponent showed up. Happy s.u.c.k.e.d in a deep breath and cast a glance in the direction of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, who were both below the stage.

  'I shouldn't care about them anymore! I've already exposed knowing Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm, but they did not interrogate me on the spot, which means that I have room to ease up the situation. There's no need for me to continue hiding. I must place the priority on winning.

  'I'll think of what to do after I win against Bei Lie!'

  "ROAR!"

  The originally muffled dragon roar suddenly increased in volume, and the dreary sound filled the arena.

  Even Bei Lie's pupils shrank. He stared at the dragon-shaped vortex surrounding Happy's right arm, then held his breath slightly and revealed a solemn expression that was never seen before on him!

  Right when he was about to speak, Happy took the initiative to attack. He did not give him the time to exchange words.

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  The palm-generated wind was incredibly fierce and tough.

  Bei Lie raised his arms to block it. He did so easily, but he quickly realized after the next few punches that Happy's strength was increasing with every punch, and he immediately became on guard.

  "I knew it, he is indeed adept with the skill!"

  While attacking, Happy's fists became even faster due to the vast increase in speed provided by Golden Gloves. He attacked with both palms, and he soon executed eight punches. His momentum instantly increased to an astonishing degree, and even Bei Lie frowned. He had to retreat slightly under Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm's fierce punches.

  It should be known that when Happy went up against Master Yuan Mie at Punishment Mount, his mastery of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm was not very high, but he could already suppress Yuan Mie with a firm hand at the tenth move.

  Right then, the realm of his technique was alread
y very close to great completion—the eleventh realm—and its damage had increased by more than one thousand!

  But Bei Lie clearly did not have a great understanding of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm as Yuan Mie. He thought of suppressing the increase in Happy's momentum, but when he realized that the situation was not going great for him, Happy was already in front of him, and he had already gathered up a qi wave with a diameter of three feet. It resembled half of a dragon's body. Furious roars rose soon after, and it crashed violently against Bei Lie.

  "Break it!" Bei Lie shouted. His arms flashed red, and he pushed quickly forward.

  BOOM!

  A loud bang rose on the stage.

  Even though the fight's momentum could not compare to the time when Guo Jing and Zhang Wuji fought, the eyes of the elites who were watching the fight between the two young martial artists lit up and their blood boiled.

  It was a true clash.

  The two sides were actually well-matched, and they fell back at the same time.

  Oh, wait, that was not true.

  Just when everyone thought that the two would end the fight in a draw, Guo Jing suddenly discovered that Happy had turned his left hand into a claw. The inertia when he retreated instantly vanished, and as if god himself had decided to attack, he seized Bei Lie's arm.

  They watched with wide eyes as a huge golden dragon appeared behind Happy. It was large and mighty, and it stared into Bei Lie's eyes coldly. Then, as Happy punched forward without any hesitation, the golden dragon came charging downward at a speed of lightning with its great body.

  Bei Lie did not have the time to react. He grunted and was pinned against the sturdy stage by a violent energy.

  Bang!

  He landed on the floor with his back, and a large circle of cracks appeared on the stage.

  A huge power crashed against Bei Lie's c.h.e.s.t in an endless stream and broke down the body fortification around him.