Chapter 0529 Weapons Duel

Chapter 0529: Duel of Blades

The Sword Star Sect is one of the Five Star Gates, a powerhouse and a top contender among them.

Zhuo Yisong is the Sword Star Sect's top Martial Dao expert.

That speaks volumes about his skills.

"Qin Yun, you’ve really made a name for yourself! Not only did you slap Liu Chongsheng, but the Long and Yang clans put a bounty on your head!" Zhuo Yisong clearly harbored some jealousy toward Qin Yun's fame.

Qin Yun couldn’t care less about fame.

In the Spirit Wilderness, many sect elders surely knew of his deeds in Wuhuang—those were the most sensational.

"This is a fight to the death—save the chatter!" Qin Yun drew a blade, speaking coldly.

"Since you’re about to die, I wanted to chat a bit more. But if you’re in such a hurry, I’ll send you off right away!" The sword in Zhuo Yisong’s hand flared with mystical runes.

A mystical weapon—no wonder!

After all, this was a life-and-death duel, not a sparring match—weapons could be used freely.

"Show me your Dao Artifact!" Zhuo Yisong sneered. "Your Dao Artifact doesn’t scare me!"

Zhuo Yisong wielded only a mystical weapon, yet he showed no fear toward a Dao Artifact, which astonished many.

Qin Yun, however, wasn’t surprised, as he could tell that Zhuo Yisong’s mystical sword had been highly refined.

The brighter the weapon’s engravings glow, the better its refinement.

Zhuo Yisong’s mystical weapon was 70-80% refined.

Top-tier craftsmanship—if a Dao Artifact hadn’t been refined, it would indeed be far inferior to his mystical weapon.

Thus, Qin Yun only used a King-Grade Spirit Blade, as it harmonized better with him.

"This blade’s all I need. I’m afraid your mystical sword won’t hold up!"

With that, Qin Yun went straight for Zhuo Yisong’s throat, unleashing the Six Forms of Wind Slash!

Each strike like a tidal wave, thunder cracking in its wake, six consecutive slashes erupted with overwhelming force!

Yet, Zhuo Yisong parried with ease, shrugging off the onslaught with precise flicks of his sword.

Each time Qin Yun struck, Zhuo Yisong dissipated the blade’s energy with a single, light flick.

Seeing Zhuo Yisong handle Qin Yun’s attacks so effortlessly had the crowd gaping.

Yang Mutian, in particular, was the most stunned.

He knew just how deadly Qin Yun’s techniques could be.

Yet, Zhuo Yisong casually shrugged off the assault—truly something to behold.

"Is this the strength of the Five Star Gates? Qin Yun ranks among Blade and Sword Villa’s best, and look how easily he’s being shut down!"

"You think the Five Star Gates hand out invitations?"

"Qin Yun can only act tough within the Blade and Sword Manor. Compared to the outstanding disciples of the Five Star Gates, he isn’t fit to lick their boots!"

Some people sneered and mocked Qin Yun.

Jian Lang remarked, "No, Zhuo Yisong's Mystical Weapon is more formidable. After all, it’s a Mystical Weapon that resonates perfectly with him, unleashing serious power!"

"Qin Yun isn't using a Dao Artifact, probably because he hasn't refined any, so he can't harness their full strength!"

Inside the enclosed arena, though Qin Yun's powerful strikes were repeatedly neutralized, he kept his cool, keeping up relentless pressure.

Jian Lang nodded and said, "Zhuo Yisong's strength lies in that sword!"

Mystical Weapons etched with mystic runes can dissipate force, giving a major edge in battle.

Qin Yun continued probing for an opening.

Zhuo Yisong was indeed skilled, especially in his reflexes—no matter how swift the attack, he could dodge or deflect.

In this regard, Qin Yun was just as sharp as Zhuo Yisong.

When Zhuo Yisong attacked, Qin Yun could also dodge!

Their strength seemed evenly matched, matched blow for blow.

Earlier, Qin Yun had executed the Six Forms of Wind Slash, channeling Dao Force tremors fused with thunder-and-flame Dao Force.

Yet, even that got shredded by Zhuo Yisong's Mystical Sword.

"That guy's Mystical Sword is freakishly strong!"

Qin Yun gritted his teeth—if he didn’t finish Zhuo fast, he’d lose the stamina war.

Zhuo Yisong was even more impatient. In the Sword Star Sect, no other warrior at his level had ever lasted this long against him.

He understood that the only reason he could withstand Qin Yun's blitz of attacks was due to his properly attuned Mystical Weapon.

If Qin Yun possessed a Mystical Weapon of equal caliber and properly attuned, Zhuo Yisong would surely lose.

This fight to the death had few restrictions.

Cornered, Zhuo Yisong hastily flung out an Imperial-Grade spirit talisman!

The talisman exploded into a fireball.

"Since when are talismans fair game?!"

Enveloped in flames, Qin Yun deflected Zhuo Yisong's incoming slash and shouted in fury.

"No rules," Zhuo shot back with an icy grin.

The moment it landed, Zhuo stiffened: "A Binding Talisman?!"

Qin Yun immediately swung his blade down, but Zhuo knocked it away.

Zhuo Yisong was not immobilized, indicating he had powerful armor.

"What the hell? He’s wearing armor too?" Qin Yun cursed inwardly, having forgotten this was a life-and-death battle with far fewer restrictions than a sparring match.

Zhuo Yisong laughed loudly, "Your immobilization talisman doesn’t work on me!"

The moment he spoke, a small dagger shot toward him!

The dagger moved with incredible speed, instantly piercing Zhuo Yisong’s eye!

"AAGH—!" Zhuo Yisong shrieked in agony.

"Disciple!" Yang Yanxing roared furiously, "Qin Yun, you used a hidden weapon!"

"That’s a huge dagger—how is that a hidden weapon? Bullshit!" Qin Yun yanked the dagger back with a flick of his will.

Yang Yanxing exploded, 'Jian Lang, drop the barrier NOW!'

"The barrier stays until one’s dead—unless the Manor Lord says otherwise," Jian Lang replied coolly. "Even if you kill me, I won’t open it!"

"Disciple, NOW—use the Dao Artifact!" Yang Yanxing bellowed.

Zhuo Yisong hastily drew a Dao Artifact—a silver-black longsword!

As the sword materialized, an eerie haze clung to the blade, exuding a crushing aura.

Jian Lang’s eyes widened. "That’s the Old Manor Lord’s sword! It carries his sword intent!"

"Indeed, the Old Manor Lord gifted it to me, and I’ve temporarily lent it to my disciple!" Yang Yanxing’s lips curled into a victorious sneer. "Disciple, finish him off!"

Qin Yun hurled a volley of daggers—

One swing—and the daggers were sucked onto the blade, vanishing.

Qin Yun hadn’t expected his daggers to be rendered useless so easily.

Out of options, Qin Yun lunged, slashing wildly!

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Qin Yun struck fast, but the Dao Artifact parried every blow.

But pulling his blade back was like wrestling a magnet—

Qin Yun’s mind reeled. How?

One last clash—and his blade was ripped from his hands!

Cackling like a madman, Zhuo Yisong taunted, "No weapon now, eh? Hahaha! I’ll carve out your eyes and MAKE THEM MINE!"

Yang Yanxing leaned back, grinning like a cat with cream.

The Yang clan, Long Wuchen, and Yang Mutian let out a collective breath before turning, eyes dripping poison, toward Yue Wulan and Tian Ruoleng.

Zhuo Yisong took advantage of Qin Yun being unarmed and rushed forward, swinging his sword in a flurry of slashes and thrusts.

His speed was incredibly fast—within moments, he had lashed out with over a thousand strikes.

Even though Qin Yun dodged, he was still hit several times, though fortunately not in vital areas.

He drew a large Dao Artifact blade, but as soon as he swung it, Zhuo Yisong's sword latched onto it!

To prevent his weapon from being taken, Qin Yun quickly unleashed resonance energy, making his blade tremble and break free from the strange sword.

"Qin Yun, quit struggling and die like a good boy!" Zhuo Yisong laughed wildly. "They're mine!"

As he spoke, Zhuo Yisong unleashed a whirlwind of thousands of frenzied sword strikes.

The sword shadows filled the air, and sword energy surged like a violent storm, forcing Qin Yun to the edge of the arena, his back against the barrier.

Qin Yun desperately swung his blade to block, but he hadn’t expected Zhuo Yisong’s sword to be so bizarre. Before long, his weapon was wrenched from his grasp again.

Once the blade was absorbed into the sword, it vanished!

Then, Zhuo Yisong held his Dao sword to Qin Yun’s neck and produced a flying dagger from within the blade, thrusting it toward Qin Yun’s eye!

Qin Yun’s eyes widened, and suddenly, twin jets of black fire erupted from them, blasting toward Zhuo Yisong!

His eyes had been forged in Starflame Liquid, giving them the power to release flames.

Zhuo Yisong never expected Qin Yun’s eyes to suddenly release such fearsome flames. He was forced back dozens of meters, his face scorched and soot-covered.

"You want a weapon fight?"

Qin Yun pulled out a light golden hammer and smashed it down at Zhuo Yisong with all his might.

Zhuo Yisong hastily raised his sword to block!

CLANG!

The Nine Yang Divine Hammer in Qin Yun’s hand exploded with raging flames upon impact, superheating the sword till it glowed!

The sight shocked everyone present.

The Dao Artifact sword had been bent!

Once the sword was damaged, the previously absorbed flying daggers and two blades flew back out.

Qin Yun swiftly controlled several flying daggers, punctuating Zhuo Yisong’s body repeatedly—in an instant, dozens of holes riddled him.

Zhuo Yisong hurriedly drew his previous black sword, but Qin Yun shattered it with a single hammer strike!

Long Wuchen and Yang Mutian, now recovered from their injuries, watched in horror as Zhuo Yisong—who had been holding the upper hand moments before—was now riddled with bloody holes.

"Jian Lang, open the barrier and let me in!" Yang Yanxing bellowed in panic, grabbing Jian Lang and roaring.

"Go ahead and kill me if you dare!" Jian Lang sneered coldly.

Zhuo Yisong screamed in despair, "Master, save me! My Dao Core has been pierced!"

Before he could finish, Qin Yun landed a crushing slap, sending Zhuo Yisong flying sideways and crashing against the barrier.