Desolate Devouring Art

Chapter 390 - Transform

After coming this far, luck was essential, and Zhao Yi was depressed that his opponent was Shao Wendong. This meant he would be eliminated after this round if there were no surprises.

Dong Yan wore a bitter smile because his opponent was Chen Lin. They might seem equally matched on the surface, but only they knew Shao Wendong and Chen Lin weren't as simple as they appeared.

This meant Liu Wuxie held a significant advantage in this battle compared to others. He had successfully avoided all the formidable opponents and ran into the weakest one, Luo Mingyang.

Everyone was just ranting, and no one dared question the sect. After all, the participants had drawn the numbers, and they couldn't blame others for it.

"Liu Wuxie, I might have forfeited if it were just the top eight, but we need a clear winner now," Luo Mingyang stated, knowing this battle was crucial for his chance to enter the top four.

As long as he could defeat Liu Wuxie, he would fight with everything he had, even if he had to put his life at risk. He could enter the Celestial Spirit Cave if he could secure third place.

The others shared the same determination, willing to give their all to advance and secure at least third place. The championship, however, seemed beyond their reach.

"You've hidden your cultivation, right?" Liu Wuxie shrugged indifferently. It was no secret Luo Mingyang wanted to kill him, and the latter's gaze had betrayed himself.

"You're right. I have already reached the fourth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm!" Luo Mingyang said, unleashing a powerful aura. In the past three months, he must've had some fortuitous encounter to advance so quickly in his cultivation, like Liu Wuxie.

"No wonder you're so confident. But do you think you can defeat me just because you have reached the fourth level?" Liu Wuxie smiled. After all, in the Abyssal Underground World, he had sent Mu Yongyuan flying with a single palm strike, despite Mu Yongyuan being at the fourth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

Now that Liu Wuxie has reached the first level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm, he could even face someone in the fifth level.

"Liu Wuxie, I'll make you regret your arrogance. Let's have a deathmatch!" Luo Mingyang pointed his sword at Liu Wuxie. He wouldn't be able to quench his hatred if he couldn't kill Liu Wuxie, and his anger was spiraling out of control just recalling what had happened in the marketplace.

"I accept your deathmatch!" Liu Wuxie said indifferently, which rendered Luo Mingyang's provocation useless.

Upon hearing the mention of a death match, everyone's emotions were stirred. After all, everyone who had made it into the top eight was practically an inner disciple and could receive ten thousand points.

Even if they failed to advance to the top four, ten thousand points were enough for them to gain a footing in the inner sect. Thus, engaging in a deathmatch at this time was clearly unwise.

In the other three arenas, Shao Wendong, Chen Lin, and Wen Haoran had revealed their strengths in the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper Realm and had commenced the battles.

They had concealed their strength and refused to enter the inner sect even after reaching the fifth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm. Their cultivation might have given them great authority in the outer sect, but they would risk being bullied by inner disciples if they advanced into the inner sect.

Thus, the best option was to wait until they got stronger before entering the inner sect. Similar logic also applied to the inner sect because most disciples wouldn't advance to elite disciples immediately after reaching the Heavenly Phase Realm.

The atmosphere in the arena was intense, with Luo Mingyang's murderous intent growing stronger and surging toward Liu Wuxie like tidal waves. The gravel on the ground hovered a meter above the surface.

"Liu Wuxie, die!" Luo Mingyang stabbed his longsword over with an earth-shattering display of strength. The arena shook violently, and the ground exploded under the pressure of the sword's aura.

"Trash like you wants to kill me? Do you think you're the only one who concealed your strength?" Liu Wuxie insulted Luo Mingyang by calling him trash before unleashing a powerful aura in the ninth level of the True Core Realm.

An uproar broke out from the crowd because Liu Wuxie had joined the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion only three months ago, and he had advanced from the third-level to the ninth-level True Core Realm. This meant Liu Wuxie had advanced two levels every month on average. How was this possible?

The aura Liu Wuxie gave off began to climb, but he restrained it in the quasi-Heavenly Dipper Realm. After all, he did not need to bring out his full power by facing someone at the fourth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

A serious look appeared on Luo Mingyang's face. He was caught off guard that Liu Wuxie had concealed his actual cultivation. But there was no turning back now that a death match was set up.

Liu Wuxie didn't dare to be careless when facing someone in the fourth-level Heavenly Dipper Realm. The Heretic Blade appeared in his hand, and he swung it horizontally, which deflected Luo Mingyang's longsword.

When the Heretic Blade appeared, an uproar broke out from the martial field. Terrifying spiritual energy began to surge in all directions like a tidal wave.

"What powerful spirituality! Is that a xiantian treasure?" Countless people stood up with their eyes fixed on Liu Wuxie's arena. This was because the spirituality released by the Heretic Blade was comparable to a xiantian treasure.

"This isn't a xiantian treasure, but a top-grade spiritual treasure!" a deacon said in shock. He was also surprised by the spirituality released from Liu Wuxie's Heretic Blade. This was because the Heretic Blade had surpassed ordinary spiritual treasures.

"Where did he find a top-grade spiritual treasure?" No one entertained the idea that Liu Wuxie could have forged the Heretic Blade; only Jian Xing'er was privy to its origin.

A top-grade spiritual treasure was even more precious than ordinary xiantian treasures. This was because ordinary xiantian treasures had limited growth potential and could not advance to a higher level.

However, a top-grade spiritual treasure differed because it had immense growth potential, possibly advancing to an origin artifact.

Everyone looked at the Heretic Blade with greed in their eyes. Some even swallowed their saliva multiple times, wishing they could go up and snatch it away.

This was because top-grade spiritual treasures were hard to come by, and most blacksmiths needed help even to create them. In just a few minutes, countless people harbored evil thoughts and wanted to seize the Heretic Blade away from Liu Wuxie.

But Liu Wuxie was unaware of that and was fully immersed in the battle.

Luo Mingyang's face turned grim because his spiritual treasure was trash compared to Liu Wuxie's Heretic Blade. His heart sank when a notch was left on his longsword after a clash.

"Liu Wuxie, I want you dead!" Luo Mingyang's eyes turned red. He had emptied his savings for this sword, equivalent to half his life. Losing it would significantly weaken his combat power. So, it was no wonder Luo Mingyang was so angry.

"You're starting to become a nuisance!" Liu Wuxie was annoyed by Luo Mingyang's chatter. He raised the Heretic Blade and executed the Fatality Blade Art's fourth form, striking like a thunderbolt.

After all, at this stage, Liu Wuxie had no reason to hold back. Taking down Luo Mingyang would solidify his spot in the top four, setting the stage for him to contend for the championship.

"What powerful blade intent! Isn't he under twenty? Did he start cultivating in the womb?" Many people were shocked by Liu Wuxie's strength.

His blade intent was more powerful than those who had cultivated for over a century. It was purer and filled with boundless murderous intent. This wasn't something a young man should possess.

"A weird fist technique and a ferocious blade technique. Where did he learn those martial techniques?" Many people began to ponder because it was no longer a secret that Liu Wuxie came from the mundane world.

Finding a mortal-grade martial technique in the mundane world was impressive, so how could there be such a profound one?

"I suspect he has a master guiding him. Do you think someone so young can accomplish this feat by himself?" Many people were suspicious, but investigations had revealed that Liu Wuxie was close to only a few people in the sect.

"He's just exceptionally talented. Didn't a prodigy emerge in the Azure Crimson Gate, who swept through all the outer disciples in two months?" Anything was possible in the cultivation world, and even more bizarre things had occurred in the past.

While everyone was discussing things among themselves, the Heretic Blade descended with overwhelming power. The entire arena was enveloped in blade intent, making Luo Mingyang feel as though he was stuck in quicksand and couldn't move.

The situation became increasingly unfavorable to Luo Mingyang. His grip tightened on his sword, his expression grim as he swung it horizontally, attempting to break free from the oppressive blade intent.

"Liu Wuxie, you forced me to resort to this! I'll take you with me even if I have to die!" Luo Mingyang entered a frenzy, his eyes becoming bloodshot. He lost his rationality with murderous intent filled in his chest.

A cruel smile rose on Liu Wuxie's lips, and the Heretic Blade swung out at an unimaginable angle. At this moment, the Fatality Blade Art's fourth form had finally reached greater mastery.

The blade had no traces. The entire sky and void were covered in Liu Wuxie's attacks, leaving Luo Mingyang with no room to maneuver.

"What a tricky attack. I'm afraid only Senior Brother Shao can deal with this attack!" The spectators left their seats and gathered around the arena, not wanting to miss this battle.

This was because Liu Wuxie's blade technique was terrifying. After all, even inner disciples couldn't find a flaw in it. A flawless martial technique meant the opponent could only wait for death.

"Transform!" Torrential abyssal energy gushed out from Luo Mingyang.

"H-He practices the abyssal race's cultivation technique! No wonder he reached the fourth-level Heavenly Dipper Realm in just three months!" The crowd was shocked.

While everyone marveled at Liu Wuxie's rapid progress, Luo Mingyang's own formidable growth was now explained: he had been cultivating abyssal techniques, accelerating his ascent.

After transforming into an abyssal devil, Luo Mingyang's appearance became even more sinister, and he swung his sword at Liu Wuxie's head.

This sudden change caught everyone off guard, and the sect's higher-ups wore a grim expression. They hadn't expected a disciple to practice the abyssal race's cultivation technique. If this got out, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion would become a laughingstock.

"You think you can turn the tables around by becoming an abyssal devil? You'll still die even if you're a demon god!" Liu Wuxie had no psychological burden to kill Luo Mingyang, who had transformed into an abyssal devil.

Even if he didn't kill Luo Mingyang, he believed Elder Tian Xing would.

When the Heretic Blade fell onto Luo Mingyang, sparks flew around. Because Luo Mingyang had scales on his shoulder, it was tough for Liu Wuxie's blade to cut through.

After all, the abyssal devils were superior to humans if they were in the same cultivation. After transforming into an abyssal devil, Luo Mingyang's strength increased more than twofold and became comparable to the fifth level of the Heavenly Dipper Realm.

Luo Mingyang's physical strength had increased drastically, but his martial techniques were weakened. Relying on physical strength alone would be challenging to defeat Liu Wuxie.

"Hmph, let's see how many attacks your body can take!" Liu Wuxie wasn't in a hurry to kill Luo Mingyang and suddenly appeared behind him.