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The Divine Dragon Transformation was a unique martial arts technique of the Superior Class at Ghost Level.
However, regardless of how powerful the technique was, Huang Shenyi could not resist the combination of six Holy Swords with his flesh and blood.
The golden dragon’s head was going to be cut off by the six Holy Swords.
All the warriors present held their breath and widened their eyes, watching in nervousness. The winner of the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Huang Shenyi would soon be decided.
“It’s over. I will still be the winner. Ha-ha!” Huang Shenyi laughed and glared at him sadistically.
Suddenly, the light of the golden dragon faded into a cloud of golden dragon Qi.
With the Abyss Ancient Sword in his hand, Zhang Ruochen flew out of the clouds, through the wave made by the six Holy Swords, rushed towards Huang Shenyi, and stabbed him.
“How can Zhang Ruochen separate himself from the Divine Dragon Transformation?” Xun Long expressed in astonishment.
Zhuang Xingtian nodded and said, “Zhang Ruochen can only resurrect himself by giving up the Divine Dragon Transformation. Though he is young, he is able to respond to dangerous situations faster than Huang Shengyi can.”
Xun Long scoffed and said, “With the Divine Dragon Transformation, Zhang Ruochen can fight with Huang Shenyi’s Xuanwu Sword Technique of God Slaying. Without it, he is no match for Huang Shenyi. Now, how can they compete?”
“To solve the crisis, Zhang Ruochen had no choice. He has to give up the Divine Dragon Transformation, otherwise, he’ll be severely injured.” Zhuang Xingtian said.
In the coliseum, fights varied from minute to minute. The winner could be decided at any moment.
Zhang Ruochen or Huang Shenyi could lose if one of them made a careless move.
“Swoosh!”
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword swiftly and thrust it to Huang Shenyi’s forehead.
Huang Shenyi was much slower than Zhang Ruochen and could not avoid this stroke. Then and there he could only use his amulet treasure.
Huang Shenyi’s amulet treasure was a fingernail-sized blue turtle shell.
He injected the Genuine Qi into the turtle shell.
Suddenly, the turtle shell emitted blue light and formed a circle-shaped Qi shield.
Like a stone hitting the surface of the water, the Abyss Ancient Sword hit the Qi shield and formed an ever-widening circle of genuine Qi-ripples.
The Abyss Ancient Sword gradually moved slower. The tip of the sword stopped completely when it was three inches away from Huang Shenyi’s forehead.
Beads of sweat appeared on Huang Shenyi’s forehead. If he were to make the slightest move, the Abyss Ancient Sword would pierce through his head.
“Xuanwu Power, God Eater of the Black Cave.”
Huang Shenyi’s bones, muscles, and meridians completely tightened. Every bit of his strength was drained. He raised his wounded right arm with difficulty and merged his hands together.
A black dot appeared behind his back.
That black dot suddenly transformed into a circular black vortex, swallowing all the genuine Qi and light around it.
He has used this move to beat Xun Long in the past.
“Again.”
Xun Long clenched his fists and his pupils shrunk.
He knew how powerful this move was better than anyone else. It was an unbeatable move. As long as he did not break this move, he would never win in a battle with Huang Shenyi.
Could Zhang Ruochen break through it?
Xun Long shook his head. He didn’t think Zhang Ruochen could withstand this move.
The people spectating from the stand observed that Zhang Ruochen advanced forward instead of retreating.
“Good!”
Huang Shenyi stood firmly, lifted his hands, and struck down, throwing the black vortex out.
“Swift and neat.”
Zhang Ruochen silently read his mind.
“Swoosh!”
Zhang Ruochen slashed his sword.
The sword moved quickly, hissed and turned into a flash of light, tearing the black vortex into two.
Time stood still for a moment in the heavenly ring.
Zhang Ruochen then returned to the ground lightly. With one movement of his arm, the Abyss Ancient Sword moved in a circle and returned to its sheath.
While in mid-air, Huang Shenyi widened his eyes and raised his body as a bloody line appeared on his neck.
The bloodline went around his neck.
“Poof!”
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Huang Shenyi’s head separated from his neck. His head and body fell on different sides of the room with a bang.
Like a ball, his skull bounced on the coliseum floor several times before finally rolling over.
In an attempt to stand up, his headless body struggled with his arms and feet before finally laying on the ground, losing signs of life completely.
A unique genius failed to fully develop and died on the Heavenly Ring.
The whole coliseum fell silent.
Even masters like Zhuang Xingtian and Xun Long shivered. They stared at Zhang Ruochen standing in the coliseum in shock.
Zhuang Xingtian gulped and after a long pause he asked, “Have you clearly seen what moves he used for the last stroke?”
Xun Long shook his head and said, “No. The stroke is so terrible! If I were in Huang Shenyi’s position, I would not be able to survive it.”
On top of being arrogant, Xun Long was also conceited. He never took Zhang Ruochen seriously.
However, he changed his mind after seeing Zhang Ruochen’s last stroke. He felt that Zhang Ruochen had an unfathomable strength and was a worthy opponent.
Xun Long was not the only one who thought so. Zhuang Xingtian also thought the same.
Regardless of who won, Zhuang Xingtian wanted to enter the coliseum to challenge the winner and compete for NO.1 on the Heaven Board .
After seeing Zhang Ruochen’s last stroke, however, he became uncertain because he has not figured out a way to break through that sword technique.
If he could not break through that sword technique, he would lose.
Zhang Ruochen’s last stroke was truly amazing. People only saw a flash of light and not the actual movement of the sword.
A group of mysterious people walked into the Coliseum of the Martial.
There seemed to be a cold air around them, and they had murderous looks in their eyes. All the warriors in the Coliseum of the Martial stepped back and made way for them.
Among them, there was a man who walked in front and wore a black robe and a gold metal mask on his face only showing a pair of eyes.
With his hands behind his back, he walked with a strong stride, showing extraordinary temperament.
Once he reached the bottom of the Coliseum, he raised his head to look at Zhang Ruochen who stood above him and said, “What a fast stroke! What sword technique did you use?”
Zhang Ruochen immediately recognized him.
Zhang Ruochen was not surprised and calmly said, “Swift and Neat.”
The man wearing the gold mask was Di Yi, the young master of the Black Market Excellence Hall.
Only he had that kind of temperament, which elicited gloominess, elegance, nobility, and viciousness at the same time. Wherever he was, he always stood out from the crowd.
In fact, Di Yi arrived at the Coliseum of the Martial early but did not show up. Instead, he watched the fight between Zhang Ruochen and Huang Shenyi silently.
“The speed of that sword technique is worthy of the name of ‘Swift and Neat’.”
Di Yi nodded in admiration, but changed the subject, saying, “This move is not unbreakable. If I were to stand about ten meters away from you, you cannot hurt me. Although you can draw the sword very fast, your footwork may not be as fast, right?”
Simply put, as long as the opponent was faster than Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen would fall behind in footwork. So, no matter how fast he drew the sword, it was useless.
Zhang Ruochen admired Di Yi. In some respects, Di Yi was far more than ordinary.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen display the sword movement once was enough for him to identify the weakness of the “Swift and Neat” technique. Xun Long, Zhuang Xingtian, and Hang Shenyi were not as good as him in their observation skills.
Of course, the reason why Di Yi pointed out the weaknesses of “Swift and Neat” was to suppress Zhang Ruochen’s imposing manner and not to break through his sword technique.
First of all, no one was faster than Zhang Ruochen in thr fish-dragon realm. Even Di Yi was not as fast as Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruchen could definitely catch up with him. Once caught up, Di Yi was doomed to die.
Secondly, a Monk wanted to defeat Zhang Ruochen within ten meters. It could be said that it was as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Even if he knew the weaknesses of Zhang Ruochen’s sword movement, Di Yi could not fight Zhang Ruochen easily.
Though he was already dead, Huang Shenyi left behind seven Holy Swords.
The six Holy Swords among them could form a collection of swords with unparalleled power. They would be priceless treasures.
Each holy sword was a priceless treasure. Even the Monk of the Fish-dragon Realm and half-saints would compete for them.
Nevertheless, there were seven Holy Swords.
Since Huang Shenyi was of Xuanwu descent, he would surely obtain lots of great treasures, not just seven Holy Swords.
Were there other treasures hidden in Huang Shenyi’s body?
Di Yi smiled and ordered, “The person who can stand in the Coliseum, collect the Yellow God Emissary’s skeleton and retrieve his remainings will be the next Yellow God Emissary.”
“Boom!”
The eyes of the warriors in the Black Market who stood behind Di Yi lit up in excitement upon hearing these words.
Everyone wanted to be promoted. Everyone wanted to be a man of importance.
If one could become the new Yellow God Emissary, he would rise in the Black Market and become a man of importance who would be revered by countless Evil Warriors.