Chapter 289: Lao Wang brags smoothly

Wang Feng waved to Xue Zhiyu and the others, then pulled Fantasi over, "Let me lean for a bit. Damn, I feel like throwing up just standing here."

Fantasi was speechless, "Why don't you go back and lie down?"

"That won't do. This is Old Hei's moment to show off. Pay attention, watch carefully, and learn well. It'll help you protect me in the future," Wang Feng said.

In the arena, Hei Wu Kai stood still, looking lazy. His broad Yasha Clan robe was open at the chest, revealing solid, evenly distributed muscles. Though not as exaggerated as Mo Tong's, every inch of his body contained boundless power, creating a visually stunning presence. On the other side, Zhao Ziyue had a stern expression, standing exceptionally tall. The title of the First Spear of the Holy Sanctuary wasn't just for show; he was both cool and handsome.

Too bad there were no fangirls around. With such good looks and aura, he would definitely attract a lot of girls if he were an NPC.

Damn, why couldn't I be reincarnated into such a handsome person? If that were the case, pursuing Dage would be much easier.

Buzz~~~

The tip of the Eternal Spear vibrated, sending out a ripple of golden waves. Zhao Ziyue's soul power surged suddenly. While Tiger Peak's soul power was nothing special, this was a high-grade divine soul, the foundation for entering the ultra-class. As soul power infused the Eternal Spear, the previously dull patterns on the soul weapon came alive, glowing faintly, complementing Zhao Ziyue's aura, making him look like a descending war god.

The Zhao Family's Eternal Spear, once its power was unleashed, Zhao Ziyue's confidence and willpower soared to their peak. In terms of strength, the spear is the king of weapons, and no one could match it. He lost to Ye Dun only because Ye Dun mastered the art of stealth killing, which specifically counters brute force.

Their auras rose and fell alternately. Hei Wu Kai still looked half-asleep, his left hand resting on his sword, showing no intention of drawing it. Of course, at this level, no one would be fooled by appearances. The Yasha Clan's one-stroke sword draw was quite famous.

However, misleading opponents also depends on who they are. If someone like Zhao Ziyue, a spear expert, gained the upper hand, it would be hard to turn the tide.

Sure enough, Zhao Ziyue's aura, along with the Eternal Spear, quickly suppressed Hei Wu Kai. Suddenly, his eyes flashed with intense light, and with a loud shout, he vanished into thin air, moving with his spear and instantly appearing before Hei Wu Kai, launching a deadly strike.

Hei Wu Kai tilted his head slightly, narrowly avoiding the spear. A strand of hair drifted down and quickly turned to dust. Zhao Ziyue's follow-up attacks came in rapid succession, each spear thrust like a rainstorm, showering the area with a cascade of light points that enveloped Hei Wu Kai. However, Hei Wu Kai moved like a wraith, not particularly fast but precisely evading each attack, constantly retreating to maintain distance and look for an opportunity.

"An inch longer means an inch stronger. Hei Wu Kai has lost the initiative. If he thinks Zhao Ziyue's spear is easy to dodge, he's underestimating the Eternal Spear," Gulai said calmly.

"Don't jump to conclusions before the Yasha Clan draws their sword," Jiaoxi shook her head. She always felt something was off, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it. As a rare ghost species—Shadow Ghost—she had unique insight. There was something about Hei Wu Kai that made her very uncomfortable.

On the battlefield, Zhao Ziyue, who had taken the initiative, was already controlling the situation. Hei Wu Kai seemed to have the intention of drawing his sword, but it was too late. Zhao Ziyue gave him no chance; the attacks from the Eternal Spear were dense and continuous, not aiming for a single decisive strike, but rather to continuously dismantle the opponent's defense and disrupt his intentions. Both were top-tier experts with similar levels of soul power and extraordinary talent. They relied on their own strengths, playing to their advantages while minimizing weaknesses, to suppress the opponent and ultimately achieve victory. Instantly fatal strikes did not exist in such battles.

Hei Wu Kai clearly underestimated his opponent’s patience and maturity. Initially, he thought Zhao Ziyue was a brute, but instead, he found himself facing intricate and precise moves. The Eternal Spear was undoubtedly a divine weapon; each strike carried the effect of slicing through the air, constantly eroding Hei Wu Kai’s soul power defenses. A slight misstep could result in a fatal wound.

"Hei Wu Kai, if you keep retreating, you’ll be outside the city," Gu Le suddenly shouted. On the battlefield, Hei Wu Kai, under this pressure, was almost near the spectators, the disciples of the Holy Sanctuary. Although there was no clear arena, everyone had formed a circle, and it was evident that they would not yield.

At the moment Gu Le called out, Zhao Ziyue suddenly exerted force. The powerful Eternal Spear, which had been like a silent and deadly dragon, pierced through countless spear shadows, aiming directly at Hei Wu Kai’s throat.

Speed, accuracy, and ferocity were insufficient to describe it. Everyone was startled; the move, fierce yet devious, was truly indefensible. Hei Wu Kai’s body suddenly leaned back dramatically, and he elegantly slid to the side like a leaf in the wind, kicking out as Zhao Ziyue pulled back his spear without even looking, thrusting it forward again.

Boom...

What appeared to be a mild encounter exploded with soul power. Hei Wu Kai suddenly exerted force, flipping and darting in like lightning, delivering a knee strike. Zhao Ziyue blocked with his spear and then charged headfirst. Hei Wu Kai, being slightly taller and more robust, sidestepped and rammed with his right shoulder, causing a violent collision. Neither retreated; in close combat, neither was intimidated. Their fists and feet met, and Zhao Ziyue, unaffected by his long spear, maintained a small distance after the collision. The middle section of the Eternal Spear spiraled, sweeping Hei Wu Kai away. As Hei Wu Kai dodged and countered, a cut opened on his chest, and before his body even landed, the Eternal Spear was already attacking again.

Clang... Boom...

The Yaksha Wolf Tooth Sword was drawn, barely blocking the spear aimed at his heart, sending him flying over ten meters. The deafening sound of the collision echoed for several seconds.

Seeing Hei Wu Kai steady himself, Zhao Ziyue did not pursue, a smile forming on his lips. "Good sword, to withstand a strike from my Eternal Spear without breaking—it is indeed a soul weapon."

Hei Wu Kai wiped the blood from his chest, a minor scratch, and smiled. "The sword is named Wolf Tooth. Once unsheathed, it must draw blood, even if it’s my own."

Everyone was stunned, then burst into laughter. This Yaksha was interesting. Wang Feng couldn’t stand it; this was a crucial part of his plan, vital for survival. He couldn’t let the laughter ruin it. "Old Black, stop playing around. Show me your real stuff, or I’ll expose your secrets."

Hei Wu Kai paused, shrugging. "He’s very strong; I have no guarantee."

"I don’t care. Resolve this in three moves, or I’ll tell everyone a legend. Oh, Winnie, why did you step on me?"

"Shut up, will you? Don’t talk if you don’t understand." Winnie really wanted to find a crack to hide in. She was a respected figure, and encountering such a person was embarrassing.

The crowd also burst into discussion, and Ye Dun couldn't help but laugh. Wang Feng and his companions knew about him; they had heard some rumors. This person was very talented in runes but was a complete mess in combat, and he was also a big talker. No wonder he got along so well with Aota the keyboard warrior.

"Spoken well, Hei Wu Kai, take down Zhao Ziyue in three moves, I support you!" Aota immediately chimed in.

Bang~~~

Beside them, Xue Zhiyu slapped Aota on the head, "Shut up!"

Aota bared his teeth and pouted, but he felt secretly delighted. The boss was right; he needed to constantly attract Zhiyu's attention. The pat on the head felt so good.

Hei Wu Kai looked at Wang Feng with interest. What he said was incomprehensible to others, even Mo Tong and the others didn't know. How could Wang Feng know? It was incredible.

"Come on, my brother said, solve it in three moves!" Hei Wu Kai greeted Zhao Ziyue with a smile.

Zhao Ziyue laughed, a loud, confident laugh, not out of mockery or ridicule, but filled with self-assurance. The Eternal Spear of the Zhao family wasn't famous for its name or history, but for the strength of each generation's successor!

The Eternal Spear slowly rotated, and soul power swelled continuously, the aura rising again. His eyes became increasingly stern, clearly indicating that Zhao Ziyue was going all out. The surrounding Holy Sanctuary disciples instinctively took a step back; they sensed danger. Although Zhao Ziyue was at the peak of Tiger Soul, his depth and solid foundation were entirely different.

Zhao Ziyue's hand gripping the spear was rough, thick with calluses, the result of repeated healing and reopening, ultimately forming an indelible mark. Even the most basic thrust required a million repetitions. Was he a genius?

In the Zhao family, that was the most common thing.

Hei Wu Kai's body slowly bent, his aura not as strong as Zhao Ziyue's, yet he exuded an extremely dangerous presence. The wolfsbane sword in his hand seemed unremarkable, more like a sharp blade. The long sword was drawn, forming a straight line.

Almost simultaneously, both vanished from their spots, reappearing in the center. The Eternal Spear transformed into a golden light, while the wolfsbane sword slashed out at the same time!

Buzz~~~~

The shocking clash did not cause them to bounce apart but instead stuck together. A proud smirk appeared on Zhao Ziyue's lips. This move was originally prepared to deal with other experts, but today he would use it to consecrate Hei Wu Kai!

The Eternal Spear pressed against the Wolf Fang Sword, employing the entanglement technique to leverage its absolute superiority and form a soul power standoff—a battle of souls!

Zhao Ziyue had absolute confidence in his fierce soul power, and the spear was effective against all kinds of hard weapons.

The Eternal Spear exerted pressure on the Wolf Fang Sword, creating a concentration of soul power between the spear tip and the sword edge, which grew larger and more terrifying, pressing relentlessly towards Hei Wu Kai. If this pressure broke through, Hei Wu Kai would explode into pieces.

Since losing to Ye Dun, Zhao Ziyue had undergone hellish training to find an invincible move. He was confident that no one could match him in ferocity.

The concentrated soul power gradually pressed towards Hei Wu Kai, and the entire arena fell silent. No one dared to disturb such a confrontation; a misstep could mean not just victory or defeat, but life or death.

Just as the tension reached its peak, a voice suddenly rang out, "This guy must be an idiot, challenging Brother Kai like this?"

All eyes turned to a large, seemingly foolish figure. Indeed, even Old Wang would not speak at such a moment, except for Mo Tong.

Seeing everyone looking at him, Mo Tong immediately smiled, glad to finally have some attention. He was right; this was a contest of soul power and strength. Damn, he himself had been thoroughly beaten by Brother Kai. This guy really is an idiot.

A hint of helplessness appeared at the corner of Hei Wu Kai's mouth. The Wolf Fang Sword suddenly surged, causing Zhao Ziyue's face to change dramatically. Boom...

Both feet sank into the ground, the earth cracking beneath them, but the locked spear and sword separated. Before Zhao Ziyue could recover, Hei Wu Kai had already swung his sword over. How could this be possible!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Ziyue forcefully gathered his soul power and made a sudden inch-step, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow. He felt a bit dizzy, but at this critical moment, his well-trained instincts played a crucial role. Not only did he not lose strength, but he also unleashed his potential, pushing his soul power to its peak. With a sudden pull, he advanced instead of retreating—Horizontal Spear Collapse!

Boom...

No one expected Zhao Ziyue to bounce back from losing the initiative. The Wolf Fang Sword was deflected, and Zhao Ziyue launched a full-power strike, turning the tide with the Eternal Spear, which transformed into a white light and pierced towards the off-balance Hei Wu Kai.

Ultimate Kill—Eternal Dragon Spike Flash!

This was what Zhao Ziyue had learned from his failures: the more desperate the situation, the more determined one must be, fighting until the end, to the death! Kill!!!

Boom...

The explosion of soul power clashed, light burst forth, and debris flew everywhere. This blow decided the winner. Who would have thought that Zhao Ziyue had made critical improvements since the last Hero Tournament, especially in his gun skills? His gun could only be effective when he was in a favorable position; once he fell into a disadvantage, all the problems with his technique would surface. This was why Zhao Ziyue only ranked ninth. However, after a year, Zhao Ziyue had addressed his only weakness.

But the next second, everyone was stunned...

How is this possible???

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and Zhao Ziyue's body was immobilized. Hei Wu Kai's Yasha Wolf Tooth Sword had already pierced through him, instantly shattering all defenses. At this moment, if a bit more soul power were added, Zhao Ziyue's body would tear apart piece by piece.

And the decisive shot he aimed for completely missed, missing so terribly, so thoroughly.

Swish...

The Wolf Tooth Sword was pulled out, and Zhao Ziyue clutched his rib, kneeling on one knee. Gu Le and others immediately rushed over, surrounding Hei Wu Kai.

"Stop, step back!" Zhao Ziyue's voice was a bit hoarse as he slowly stood up, his eyes fixed on Hei Wu Kai, "Well, the first sword of the Yasha is well-deserved. I lost!"

Hei Wu Kai smiled faintly, "Your gun is also impressive."

Immediately, the crowd erupted in chatter. The Yasha clan really went too far, didn't they know to stop at the right moment?

"I knew the Yasha clan wouldn't fit in. Damn it, Zhao Ziyue is our main force!"

"Why did we let them come? This is between the Blade and the Nine Gods. Damn, these guys must be spies!"

Winnie and others were speechless, while Mo Tong was furious, "Go to hell! So you're saying it's okay for you to go for the kill, but Brother Kai can't survive? You bunch of stinking fools!"

It made sense, but everyone here was human, and Mo Tong's curse stirred their anger. Suddenly, a slightly sinister and eerie voice sounded, "Don't make a fool of yourself. Hei Wu Kai held back. That sword just slipped through the ribs, a minor injury, it will heal in a few days."

The one speaking was Leigui Debroy from Dark Demon Island, and the Soul Lock Ghost Hand Momo beside him also chuckled, though it still felt somewhat eerie in broad daylight. "I wonder if these trash can even come out of the Soul Illusion Realm alive. This Hei Wu Kai is stronger than all of you combined, hehehe."

When the people from Dark Demon Island spoke, although everyone was a bit unhappy, no one dared to cause trouble. Hei Wu Kai glanced at the two and shrugged indifferently.

This battle truly made Hei Wu Kai famous. Anyone who wanted to challenge him now would have to think twice. It was clear that Hei Wu Kai hadn't used his full strength; being able to control the level of damage so precisely at such a critical moment demonstrated his true power.

"Old Black, your backhand sword move was brilliant! Dodging the attack and striking decisively in one fluid motion, with such precision from behind—more than just handsome, it's a masterful display of skill, turning the unexpected into victory!" Wang Feng gave a thumbs up.

Winnie couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Old Wang, will you die if you don't show off?"

Very few people present could see clearly, and even Winnie couldn't grasp the details in that split second.

Jiaoxi, who was preparing to leave with the group, paused slightly, looking back at Wang Feng with a look of surprise. Perhaps, rune masters needed keen eyesight.

Hei Wu Kai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "Old Wang, stop exaggerating, enough, enough."