My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

When the Black-robed Steward finished speaking, the clamor in the square died down for an instant, only to erupt into an even greater roar.

"Qin Wentian versus Liang Cheng! Xiao Qingxue versus Zheng Xiao!"

"Haha, now this is interesting!"

"Qin Wentian’s sword is terrifyingly fast, but Liang Cheng’s finger technique is incredibly strange. This is going to be a great match!"

Liang Cheng and Qin Wentian leaped onto Arena A-3 at almost the same time.

They stood facing each other, thirty feet apart.

Qin Wentian slowly drew his longsword, its blade a crystalline green like jade. He looked at Liang Cheng, the fire of battle blazing in his eyes. "Junior Brother Liang, please."

"Senior Brother Qin, please."

Liang Cheng placed his right hand on his saber hilt, his left hanging naturally at his side. His fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly, the Profound Yin Sword Qi held in check.

"Fight!"

Qin Wentian moved.

No probing, no feints.

His sword transformed into a cyan rainbow, arriving in an instant, thrusting straight for Liang Cheng’s throat. Its speed was more than thirty percent faster than before!

Liang Cheng instantly executed his Wandering Dragon Step. His body, like a willow catkin in the wind, slid half a foot to the side, narrowly dodging the sword’s tip. At the same time, his right hand drew his saber!

SHIIING!

The moment the Zhenxian Saber left its sheath, the sound of wind and thunder exploded!

Wind and Thunder Slash·Breaking Wind!

The gleam of the saber flashed like a bolt of silk, carrying the faint power of wind and thunder as it slashed back at Qin Wentian’s waist.

Qin Wentian’s Sword Momentum hadn’t yet dissipated. With a flick of his wrist, the edge of his blade spun around and precisely tapped the flat of the saber.

CLANG!

Sparks flew!

Both retreated half a step at the same time, a flicker of solemnity in their eyes.

"Good Saber Technique!"

With a low cry, Qin Wentian’s Sword Momentum shifted, transforming into a vast, green Sword Net that enveloped Liang Cheng.

The gleam of the sword was like rain, dense and impenetrable.

Instead of retreating, Liang Cheng advanced. His Zhenxian Saber danced to form a screen of blade light, and the unending roar of wind and thunder crashed violently against the Sword Net!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—!!!

The sound of metal on metal was like a sudden storm, an instantaneous, deafening roar!

The Disciples below the stage watched, dazzled and mesmerized.

"So fast!"

"Qin Wentian’s sword really lives up to its reputation! With that speed, an ordinary True Essence Middle Stage cultivator couldn’t even keep up!"

"Liang Cheng is no slouch either. His Saber Technique is so fierce and violent, he can actually clash head-on with the Sword Net without losing ground!"

Twenty moves passed in a flash.

Unable to break through after a long assault, a fierce glint flashed in Qin Wentian’s eyes. The True Essence in his body suddenly erupted, and his Sword Momentum abruptly converged, transforming into a Sword Rainbow condensed to the absolute limit!

Cyan Rainbow Piercing the Sun!

This strike was more than twice as strong as it was in the Trial Valley. Before the sword even arrived, the sharp Sword Qi was already making Liang Cheng’s face sting!

On the high platform, a Master nodded slightly. "This boy from the Qin Family has already cultivated his Swordsmanship to the Great Success Sword Rainbow Realm. He’s just a sliver away from Perfection. An ordinary True Essence Middle Stage cultivator wouldn’t dare to take that strike head-on."

Below the stage, Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fists, sweat beading on his brow.

Facing this killing blow, there was no panic in Liang Cheng’s eyes.

’He had been waiting for this very moment!’

The fingers of his left hand, which had been hanging limply, now quietly formed a Finger Sword and rose.

[Profound Yin Sword Technique·Yin Erosion]

A wisp of gray-black Sword Qi shot out silently from the tips of his left fingers.

There was no sound of it piercing the air, no flash of light, not even a stir in the airflow. The Profound Yin Sword Qi of the Perfection Realm had taken the art of Concealment to its absolute extreme!

It shot toward the air three feet in front of the sword’s tip.

PFFT.

A faint sound, almost inaudible.

For Qin Wentian’s sure-kill strike, the air three feet in front of his sword’s tip seemed to be silently corroded by some sinister, cold power, creating a minuscule disturbance.

It was this tiny disturbance that caused the originally flawless and unstoppable Cyan Rainbow Piercing the Sun to falter. In that split second, Liang Cheng moved!

He poured his True Essence into his Zhenxian Saber, and the blade erupted with a brilliant cyan-purple light!

Wind and Thunder Slash!

Seventy percent of his power!

The light of the saber, like a thunderclap from the heavens, fearlessly clove toward the cyan rainbow!

A head-on clash!

"Is he insane?!"

Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm.

BOOM—!!!

The saber and sword collided for the third time!

This time, the massive boom far surpassed the previous ones!

A violent shockwave of qi exploded out from the two of them, causing the protective light barrier at the arena’s edge to ripple violently.

A figure stumbled back, retreating seven or eight steps in a row, only barely managing to stabilize himself at the very edge of the arena.

It was Qin Wentian.

The webbing on his sword hand had split open, blood trickling down his wrist. The front of his robes was slashed open by the Saber Qi, a gash over a foot long. Though his skin was unbroken, he was a wretched sight.

His face was pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Liang Cheng, on the other hand, retreated a single step before steadying himself.

The clothes on his left shoulder were shredded, but beneath his Mixed Element Gang Body, he was completely unharmed.

The victor was clear.

Qin Wentian stared fixedly at Liang Cheng. After a long moment, he let out a dejected sigh, sheathed his sword, and cupped his fist. "Junior Brother Liang, an excellent move, and a brilliant calculation. That wisp of a Finger Sword disrupted my Sword Momentum. Your timing was impeccable. I’ve lost."

He had lost, plain and simple.

In the final moment, Liang Cheng had not only met his ultimate move head-on with his Saber Technique, but had also used that uncanny and unpredictable Finger Sword to decisively interfere at the critical juncture.

He accepted his defeat without reservation.

Liang Cheng sheathed his saber and returned the salute. "Senior Brother Qin, your Swordsmanship is superb. I was merely lucky."

The crowd below was silent for a moment, then erupted into a heaven-shaking uproar!

"Liang Cheng won?!"

"But Qin Wentian is the most outstanding Sword Cultivator of his generation in the Qin Family!"

"Did you guys see that Finger Sword at the end? It appeared and vanished like a ghost!"

"This kid is truly terrifying!"

On the high platform, the few Masters exchanged surprised glances.

’That kid has a Perfect Swordsmanship technique, too?’

"Old Monster Chen, you’ve really picked up a treasure."

The Master on the stage looked at Chen Xuanfeng, unable to help feeling a twinge of jealousy. Chen Xuanfeng, however, remained as calm and unconcerned as ever, though inwardly, he was ecstatic.

’I didn’t expect Liang Cheng to have yet another surprise up his sleeve. A child with his comprehension is a rare sight indeed!’

He looked at Li Changfeng and praised, "Nephew Qin’s Swordsmanship is approaching Perfection. When that time comes, the outcome of a match between him and my disciple will be hard to predict."

Li Changfeng shook his head.

"Wentian is proud and arrogant. The unyielding are easily broken. For him to be defeated by Liang Cheng now is actually a good thing."