Chương 191: War God’s — Chapter 192 - Waiting for This Axe?

"Ha ha ha... Wang Xian, you were Dragon Nation's top scorer on last year's Martial Exam, weren't you? I heard you have no martial talent. Getting this far must not have been easy." Great Grandmaster Ivan spoke in an elder's encouraging tone.

"Trained under your Principal Luo, so do you know swordsmanship?"

"A little," Wang Xian said."'A little' won't do, child." Great Grandmaster Ivan sighed.

"Representing Principal Luo's disciple in battle is no simple matter. Your life force seems to be around mid-level, and you only know a little swordsmanship."

"Under all these watching eyes... you might lose quite embarrassingly." The meaning was obvious.

"Martial duels have wins and losses, but the martial path has no victory or defeat." Wang Xian smiled.

"In my book, there's no such thing as embarrassment on the martial path, only pressing forward without fear."

"A momentary win or loss is merely a stepping stone beneath our feet as martial practitioners."

"Without these stepping stones, how could there be a martial path at all?"

"Could it be that Great Grandmaster Ivan has never lost a single time in his entire life?" The words landed. The murmuring crowd fell briefly silent. Great Grandmaster Ivan was also taken aback. This question was hard to answer. Who the hell hasn't lost before? Even a Martial God wouldn't dare claim to have been invincible and undefeated their entire life.

"Fine words." Great Grandmaster Albert laughed.

"But you also have to be able to back them up... Which of you will go?" The disciples looked at each other. Their gazes fell back on their teacher.

"Viktor, you go." Great Grandmaster Ivan waved his hand.

"Hold back a little. Don't shatter this child's martial dream in one match." Viktor grunted an acknowledgment. His iron-tower-like figure walked out. A powerful oppressive force instantly spread across the entire platform.

"My name is Viktor..." The brown-haired youth spoke Dragon Nation's language passably, but was very polite.

"My martial talent is 'Heavenly Bear Thunder Soul,' a King-tier talent that fuses bloodline and talent into one."

"Also, I use axes." After speaking, he smiled. The smile wasn't simple-minded, but quite friendly.

"I use a sword... no talent," Wang Xian said. He reached out and drew Ye Miyue's Eternal Silence Sword Case. The light blue longsword flowed with clear, bright light. Viktor slowly drew two giant axes from behind him. But he hurled one of the giant axes down, planting it into the ground. The hooked spike of the axe blade embedded directly into the platform surface. As if he only intended to use one axe. Lightning flickered. Crackling thunder spread across the giant axe.

At this moment, the defensive barrier on the Myriad Star Platform displayed a countdown number. The scene was utterly silent, as if frozen. Only the blue-glowing numbers continuously changed. Until.

"Zero!" The instant it counted to zero, Viktor roared. Lightning seemed to shoot from his pupils. The next second, he hurled one axe straight at Wang Xian. Then his entire body transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging forward.

'Flying Axe Technique.'

'A fine secret technique.' Wang Xian nodded slightly. Axe-type martial arts aren't popular in Dragon Nation. But in the lands of the Northern Bear, they're extremely well-received. The martial practitioners there developed many axe martial techniques. By studying and refining their skills from Dragon Nation, combined with their own country's martial history, they also developed corresponding axe secret techniques. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

This Flying Axe Technique was quite representative. Powered by thunder, the flying axe possesses a locking property, making it extremely difficult to react to. Even with inch-level footwork capable of easy evasion, the flying axe often has a connection fused with the martial practitioner's talent power. It will whirl back and strike again in an instant.

No matter how evasive one is, the moment the flying axe lands back in the martial practitioner's hand, one will inevitably be caught off guard by the opponent's long-prepared axe strike. Add in elements like thunder, and its speed itself receives a boost. Infusing the entire body with talent power grants varying degrees of physical amplification. Viktor's peak third-realm life force was completely different from the strength of an ordinary third-realm martial college student.

In that split-second space, Wang Xian didn't evade the flying axe. Instead, at the moment the flying axe struck, he raised his sword, wedging it between the axe blades, then executed Phantom Folding Step. His body twisted and shifted position, instantly arriving behind the flying axe. Just a gentle twist of the longsword. The flying axe spun along with the longsword in Wang Xian's hand.

"Catch!" Wang Xian laughed lightly. Surging power erupted from his hand, transmitted through the longsword, hurling the giant axe back toward the charging Viktor. Incidentally, he also glanced at the other giant axe that Viktor had thrown aside at the very start, planted in the corner of the platform.

"?" Viktor was slightly stunned. This opening Flying Axe Technique, in the Northern Bear region, most martial practitioners primarily evade it. Once he used thunder power to recall the flying axe, he could instantly close in and bring the axe cleaving down! Seizing the initiative directly. What followed would be a boundless bombardment like a wild beast's thunder axe! No one could withstand it. A combo considered unbeatable.

Even the occasional martial practitioner who forcibly resisted would inevitably lose the initiative! Axe techniques are violent. Combined with his own talent, as long as he seized the initiative, or the opponent lost the advantage, then he'd already won 99 percent! Even against a fourth-realm martial practitioner, it was the same! But now, this was the first time he'd seen someone break his Flying Axe Technique in such a way. In the arena, only Principal Luo's eyes lit up.

'This Phantom Folding Step, although he mastered it on the very first day... in these 7 days, he's actually cultivated it to this level?'

'Phantom folding, unpredictable transformations... and this move of deflecting an axe with a sword... without rich combat experience, it's truly impossible to redirect force and control a weapon so ingeniously.' Principal Luo thought to himself. As expected of Wang Feng, who dared to scheme against a B-rank peak exotic beast while still at the first realm. This martial talent and combat instinct truly are extraordinary. And now, watching the flying axe hurtling toward himself, Viktor stiffened.

His broad palm throbbed with rolling arcs of lightning. Between his palm and the axe handle, arcs of lightning connected. With a suction of his palm, he pulled the giant axe straight to the web of his hand!

'This person's strength is off... must not be underestimated... I have to activate my bloodline and talent first.' Viktor's heart chilled. From years of martial combat experience, based on the opponent's move just now, he sensed something was wrong. Unfortunately. In his line of sight, the moment he retrieved the axe, Wang Xian's figure vanished.

"Not good!" Viktor was instantly alarmed. He'd lost the initiative! The next second, fierce sword traces abruptly manifested in the void! Shua shua shua! Almost without time to react, without even having the chance to activate his talent and bloodline, he could only first raise his giant axe to block these bizarre sword traces that had inexplicably appeared out of thin air.

"Sword Trace Nine Flashes!" Those ancient sword traces were unfathomable. In the void, no figure could be seen, only continuous, unending sword traces flashing down from every angle. Each sword trace tore the air apart, containing terrifying sword light. Viktor felt his mind become utterly chaotic, his perception blurred. He could only rely on pure combat intuition, consecutively blocking 6 sword traces. However, when the 7th sword trace emerged from below at a tricky angle, he finally began to crack.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a chill at his neck. A sword trace had already silently pressed against his throat, breaking through the essence-energy protective barrier covering his body. At this point, he finally saw the opponent's figure.

"Strike to the point, not to wound."

"I concede gracefully." Wang Xian smiled, one hand clasped behind his back, the other holding the sword resting against Viktor's shoulder. Cold sweat faintly beaded on Viktor's forehead. The entire audience watched this scene in shock, as if their eyes had blurred. They hadn't even reacted!

"What sword technique is this?" Viktor said in a deep voice. He prided himself on being quite knowledgeable about Dragon Nation's martial arts. Especially the way of the sword. Add to that, before coming to this Grandmaster Feast, he'd done his homework on Grandmaster Luo, the sword-path powerhouse who inherited the Heavenly Frost Divine Sword Style. He knew the sword techniques the other excelled in. But the sword technique the opponent had just used, he'd never seen it before. Ghostly, demonic!

He'd lost far too quickly!

"Phantom Shadow Sword Art, Sword Trace Nine Flashes." Wang Xian very generously told him. Viktor fell silent. Suddenly, he laughed.

"Good sword technique, but... if you think I've lost just like that, you underestimate me far too much." In his heart, he fiercely bellowed: 'Axe, come!' Although he was currently at the opponent's mercy, he wasn't without a chance to turn the tables! He still had one more axe! Taking advantage of the gap in speech, his palm twisted, secretly generating thunder power. Waiting for the other axe he'd planted on the platform surface to instantly fly over and break the deadlock!

However, he waited several seconds, but didn't sense the other giant axe flying over. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned. His gaze shifted, only to discover that the axe he'd planted on the platform surface had somehow disappeared. Where was his giant axe? At this moment.

"Waiting for this axe?" Wang Xian extended the other hand that had been clasped behind his back. In this hand, he was openly gripping a giant axe. Smiling, he handed the axe over. Viktor's mouth immediately fell open. No way, man. When did you get your hands on this axe of mine? Just now? No... How could you possibly know I would still use this one...

"I admit defeat..." Viktor took the axe, his voice somewhat hoarse. He looked deeply at Wang Xian. Completely and utterly convinced. The strange sword technique aside, the key was that his own offense and backup plan all seemed to have been completely seen through by the opponent... And with those words, the outcome was decided. For a moment, the entire venue fell into silent speechlessness. Especially the several Great Grandmasters, each more silent than the last.

That Great Grandmaster Ivan's expression was exceedingly colorful. Even the beard on his face had clumped together from the heavy breath he exhaled. Because this match had ended far too quickly. So quickly that many people hadn't even reacted. ➤ Next: Formidable Opponent, Holy Light Kellen, Eye of Judgment!