MTLNOVEL Chapter 396, Defeat Wu Ning
If Chu Ming can break the record, then indeed, his talent is quite astonishing.
However, the old man in the yellow robe was still uncertain. Logically speaking, defending the stage becomes increasingly difficult as it moves toward the later stages. Facing relentless challenges, both spiritual power and mental strength are significant drains for the defender.
Even if Chu Ming doesn't break the record, his continuous victories until now still make his talent undeniable.
Just as the old man in the yellow robe was contemplating, Chu Ming's winning streak had already reached eighty-five matches.
"I'll go this time!"
A steady voice rang out, and then a figure in white leapt onto the stage, looking at Chu Ming with a serious expression.
"It's the Blood Sword Wu Ning!"
"He finally can't sit still, but it seems his strength is still somewhat inferior to Chu Ming's."
"That's not certain. Chu Ming has already fought over eighty matches consecutively. The spiritual power within him is probably almost depleted. Whether he can defeat Blood Sword Wu Ning is still unknown."
Below the stage, the crowd watched as Blood Sword Wu Ning leapt onto the stage and immediately started discussing. Although Chu Ming seemed calm and unbothered, no one knew how much spiritual power he still had left.
"This time there's going to be a good show."
Killer Throat Lin Xuan, whose injuries had almost fully healed, was watching the two on the stage with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He had fought Blood Sword Wu Ning before and naturally knew his difficulties. Because of this, he wasn't too hopeful for Chu Ming.
On the stage, Blood Sword Wu Ning's white robes fluttered, and a terrifying sword momentum gathered, engulfing Chu Ming like an abyssal sea, bringing an extreme sense of dread.
However, facing Blood Sword Wu Ning's sword momentum, Chu Ming's expression remained normal. As the sword momentum entered within three meters of him, it all dissipated into nothingness.
"If I'm not mistaken, from the beginning until now, you've only been using sixty percent of your strength."
Blood Sword Wu Ning narrowed his eyes, drawing the blood sword from his waist, resembling a blood-red dragon soaring and twisting through the air.
"Sixty percent? Among the people here, none can force me to use my full strength."
Chu Ming's Conjugate Sword was still dripping with fresh blood, his expression incredibly serene, exuding an air of ease.
"Arrogant!"
Blood Sword Wu Ning's face darkened. Although Chu Ming seemed indifferent and unfazed, his inherent arrogance and coldness inadvertently showed through.
Whiz!
Wu Ning's longsword shot out like a blood-red curtain, transforming into trails of blood light, piercing through layers of air, striking toward Chu Ming.
Swish!
Chu Ming slashed out with his sword, his right foot stomping hard on the ground, his whole body instantly turning into a powerful glow, appearing within three meters of Wu Ning, his sword counter-slashing against the air.
Swish, swish, swish...
With one slash, the blood light around Wu Ning instantly turned to ashes, disappearing into the air, leaving the space clear.
Clang, clang, clang, clang...
Wu Ning reacted quickly. At the moment Chu Ming arrived in front of him, their sword tips collided, sparks flaring out as the center, spreading in all directions.
Whiz!
Chu Ming's gaze turned slightly cold, his right hand trembling lightly, and the Conjugate Sword turned into a stream of light, forcibly pushing aside Wu Ning's longsword, transforming into a flowing dragon, directly stabbing at his left chest.
Sizzle!
A spark erupted, Wu Ning quickly retreated, his powerful leg extending, terrifying powerful qi burst forth from within him, transforming into myriad sword lights whirling around in the air.
"Blood-Dropping Shocking Killing Sword!"
A terrifying sword light emerged in the air, incomparably crimson.
Chu Ming continuously flew back, both hands raised above his head.
"Cloud Ascension!"
Unbeknownst to anyone, strands of white clouds appeared in the sky, transforming shapes, stunning those in the audience below.
Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!
What is a sword? Clouds as swords, everything as a sword. Strands of white mist were infused with sword qi by Chu Ming, expanding midair into numerous sword beams, millions of swords fired together, attacking Wu Ning.
Bang, bang, bang…
Shattered sword lights fired, amidst this Cloud Sword, a red sword light struggled to hold, but under endless sword light attacks, it suddenly shattered, shooting in all directions.
Facing the endless sword light, Wu Ning's face changed, his longsword flashed, transforming into a circular killing sword light, a blood moon rose from nowhere, darkness engulfed the sky, the sounds of popping echoed continuously, the air all shattered, forming a vacuum between the two.
"Blood Moon Sky Kill!"
Swish!
The blood moon turned into a killing sword light, once again surrounding and attacking Chu Ming.
Wu Ning didn't expect Chu Ming to be so troublesome. For every sword technique used by his opponent, he had to use two to counter.
Bang, bang, bang…
An intense clash of sword lights, white waves swept outwards, countless shattered sword lights expanded around the two as their center.
"Wu Ning is in danger."
Below the stage, Lin Xuan in black robes narrowed his eyes, watching the two exchanging blows on stage.
Whiz!
Just as he finished speaking, a sharp sword light burst from the white waves, swirling with sword aura, surrounding Wu Ning.
Wu Ning's pupils shrank, his right foot stomped on the ground, trying to retreat.
"Can you retreat?"
Chu Ming silently thought, countless sword dao auroras flashed in his mind, he slashed out a sword, a misty intent filling the air, the sky lit up, the whole space became viscous like water.
Wu Ning wanted to retreat, but at this moment, the space became extremely heavy, even moving a single step required immense mental effort.
"Damn it!"
Wu Ning's scalp tingled; having faced countless swordsmen, Chu Ming was the first to force him into such a dire state.
Swish…
Among the rolling white waves, a streak of red blood spurted from Chu Ming's sword blade, splattering through the air, dripping onto the stage. At the same time, a figure flew back from the white waves, looking panic-stricken.
It was Wu Ning. On his right cheek, there was a bloodstain. If he had been half a step slower, his head would have been cleaved in two.
"I am defeated. But now I am very curious, just how far you can go."
Wu Ning, holding his longsword, looked at Chu Ming with an incredibly calm face, speaking faintly.
"You will soon find out."
Chu Ming replied with an undisturbed expression, gently wiping off the blood stains on the Conjugate Sword with his left hand.
Whiz!
Following Wu Ning, another swordsman leapt onto the stage, and Chu Ming's winning streak continued to accumulate.
In fact, during the fight with Wu Ning, Chu Ming used only 70% of his strength. For instance, he did not use his Sword Essence Power, nor did he use Broken Dream.
If he had used Sword Essence Power, the lethality of his sword techniques would increase three to four times in a short time, more than enough to defeat Wu Ning in an instant.