Chapter 343: Burst of Strength, Absolutely Crushing!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing the huge sword phantom in the flames quickly approach, the hearts of the spectators rose to their throats.
After all, in their opinion, such a strike was simply not something human strength could resist!
On the battlefield, Huang Tingwei still had a calm expression. It was not until the huge sword phantom approached a hundred meters that his lips moved slightly and he said indifferently, “[Golden Iron Tiger].”
“ROAR!”
The dying [Eight-Armed Vajra] roared and stood up. Its intense actions caused a few blood arrows to spurt out of its wounds, but it seemed to not feel anything at all.
It spread its legs and stood still. Its eight palms suddenly emitted a dark metal luster!
“[Eight Slash Hurricane].”
Huang Tingwei spoke again as the huge sword phantom arrived.
A shout exploded from the chest of the Eight-Armed Vajra. It raised its hand and punched the tip of the huge sword phantom!
Thump!
With a muffled sound, the ground under the [Eight-Armed Vajra] exploded, but the momentum of the huge sword phantom’s descent only paused slightly.
However, this was not the end!
“Roar!!!”
The [Eight-Armed Vajra] roared and eight golden fists smashed crazily at the huge sword phantom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions erupted when the fists and swords collided. Although every punch could only slow the huge sword phantom for a moment, the [Eight Armed Vajra] had thrown more than a hundred or a thousand punches!
Crack!
With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the surface of the huge sword phantom. Although it was only the length of a palm and was inconspicuous compared to the indomitable phantom, it was the beginning of its collapse.
Gao Lixuan shouted at the top of his lungs, but as soon as he spoke, his structure was instantly torn apart by the hurricane.
The others were even more frightened by this scene until their faces turned pale. Due to this violent hurricane, everyone had to pull each other to the ground to barely ensure that they were not sent flying!
Irritable, domineering, and unreasonable!
This was almost everyone’s first impression of the [Eight-Armed Vajra]. At this moment, this impression was even deeper in everyone’s hearts!
After an unknown period of time, the violent hurricane finally quietened down. Everyone crawled up from the ground in a sorry state and was stunned by the scene in front of them!
The cliff on the battlefield had already been completely destroyed, turning into a huge pit with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters.
With this huge pit as the center, the ground within a thousand meters seemed to have been flipped over by a sharp blade. Ice, snow, and gravel were mixed together. Black and white intersected, silently describing the intensity just now.
“Gulp!”
Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and there was the sound of swallowing.
Especially Gao Lixuan. His already pale face turned even paler. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead layer by layer, soaking his thick bangs into strands.
He originally thought that it was already very safe to watch the battle from a few hundred meters away, but he did not expect to underestimate Huang Tingwei’s strength. If not for the fact that there was still half of the earth wall he had built, they would probably be mixed in the soil now…
“Why don’t… we retreat further?”
Gao Lixuan suggested with a lingering fear. The others nodded without hesitation.
However, just as everyone was about to continue retreating, Wang Xiao stood on the spot and did not move. “There’s no need for that.”
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They followed Wang Xiao’s gaze and looked at the battlefield. They discovered that the [Eight-Armed Vajra] had walked out of the huge pit along the soil slope. One of its hands was carrying a soft person.
“That’s… [Undead Swordsman]?”
The sharp-eyed Yi Han saw the broken raincoat on that “person” and immediately revealed a shocked expression.
In his opinion, it was already not easy for the [Eight-Armed Vajra] to survive that sword slash. He did not expect it to still have the strength to counterattack and even beat the [Undead Swordsman] until it was half dead!
“But why didn’t it collapse?”
Su Qingmo frowned and said in confusion, “The [Undead Swordsman] seems to be seriously injured. Logically speaking, it should have been forcefully recalled to its territory, right?”
The others also revealed puzzled expressions when they heard this. Wang Xiao stared at it for a moment and said in a low voice, “Because the [Eight-Armed Vajra] only broke its limbs, it’s not considered a fatal injury. Unless Turk..”
Before he could finish speaking, the [Undead Swordsman]’s figure exploded into fine star fragments with a bang.
Wang Xiao was stunned for a moment before continuing, “Unless Turk takes the initiative to recall it to his territory.”
Meanwhile, on the battlefield.
Huang Tingwei and Turk stood on both sides of the hundred-meter pit, but their conditions were completely different.
Huang Tingwei smiled faintly as usual. His gaze crossed a hundred meters and landed on Turk, as if he was in a daze. Even the sudden collapse of the [Undead Swordsman] did not make him look at him at all.
On the other hand, Turk’s expression was as gloomy as water. He stared at Huang Tingwei with a resentful gaze and gritted his teeth. Dense purple light patterns flickered with his heavy breathing.
After a full half a minute, Turk barely squeezed out a smile. “As expected of a famous level seven lord. You haven’t stepped onto the battlefield for so many years, but your elegance hasn’t decreased!”
“You flatter me.”
Huang Tingwei smiled indifferently and asked as if he was chatting with an old friend, “So, can you surrender now? Or do you want to continue fighting?”
“I told you, I’ll surrender.”
Turk replied in a low voice. Suddenly, he smiled sinisterly. “But my soldier might not do the same!”
Before he could finish speaking, a light flashed in Turk’s palm and a potion emitting a purple light appeared in his hand. Then, he pressed something and a sharp needle popped out from one end of the potion!
Huang Tingwei’s pupils constricted, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I don’t know.”
Turk chuckled sinisterly. “Because this has never been a problem for the Purple Star lord to consider!”
As he spoke, a trace of determination flashed in Turk’s eyes. He raised his hand and was about to stab the potion into his heart when a stream arrow tore through the air and shattered the potion into pieces!
“Who is it?!”
Turk was shocked. He looked up and saw that Qi Lianjun had climbed up at some point. Beside him stood an [Elf Warrior], and the bowstring in its hand was still trembling slightly.
“It’s not time for you to die yet.”
Qi Lianjun’s voice was extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely determined. “You said that the Purple Star would attack the Blue Planet in thirty days. What preparations did you make for this battle?”
“Adjutant Qi, are you joking?”
Turk looked at Qi Lianjun in confusion. “I’m already prepared to sacrifice my life for the Pope. What makes you think I’ll tell you?”
“I told you…”
Qi Lianjun spoke weakly. The [Elf Warrior] beside him nocked another arrow. “It’s not time for you to die yet..”
Chapter 343: Burst of Strength, Absolutely Crushing!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Seeing the huge sword phantom in the flames quickly approach, the hearts of the spectators rose to their throats.
After all, in their opinion, such a strike was simply not something human strength could resist!
On the battlefield, Huang Tingwei still had a calm expression. It was not until the huge sword phantom approached a hundred meters that his lips moved slightly and he said indifferently, “[Golden Iron Tiger].”
“ROAR!”
The dying [Eight-Armed Vajra] roared and stood up. Its intense actions caused a few blood arrows to spurt out of its wounds, but it seemed to not feel anything at all.
It spread its legs and stood still. Its eight palms suddenly emitted a dark metal luster!
“[Eight Slash Hurricane].”
Huang Tingwei spoke again as the huge sword phantom arrived.
A shout exploded from the chest of the Eight-Armed Vajra. It raised its hand and punched the tip of the huge sword phantom!
Thump!
With a muffled sound, the ground under the [Eight-Armed Vajra] exploded, but the momentum of the huge sword phantom’s descent only paused slightly.
However, this was not the end!
“Roar!!!”
The [Eight-Armed Vajra] roared and eight golden fists smashed crazily at the huge sword phantom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions erupted when the fists and swords collided. Although every punch could only slow the huge sword phantom for a moment, the [Eight Armed Vajra] had thrown more than a hundred or a thousand punches!
Crack!
With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the surface of the huge sword phantom. Although it was only the length of a palm and was inconspicuous compared to the indomitable phantom, it was the beginning of its collapse.
Gao Lixuan shouted at the top of his lungs, but as soon as he spoke, his structure was instantly torn apart by the hurricane.
The others were even more frightened by this scene until their faces turned pale. Due to this violent hurricane, everyone had to pull each other to the ground to barely ensure that they were not sent flying!
Irritable, domineering, and unreasonable!
This was almost everyone’s first impression of the [Eight-Armed Vajra]. At this moment, this impression was even deeper in everyone’s hearts!
After an unknown period of time, the violent hurricane finally quietened down. Everyone crawled up from the ground in a sorry state and was stunned by the scene in front of them!
The cliff on the battlefield had already been completely destroyed, turning into a huge pit with a diameter of nearly a hundred meters.
With this huge pit as the center, the ground within a thousand meters seemed to have been flipped over by a sharp blade. Ice, snow, and gravel were mixed together. Black and white intersected, silently describing the intensity just now.
“Gulp!”
Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and there was the sound of swallowing.
Especially Gao Lixuan. His already pale face turned even paler. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead layer by layer, soaking his thick bangs into strands.
He originally thought that it was already very safe to watch the battle from a few hundred meters away, but he did not expect to underestimate Huang Tingwei’s strength. If not for the fact that there was still half of the earth wall he had built, they would probably be mixed in the soil now…
“Why don’t… we retreat further?”
Gao Lixuan suggested with a lingering fear. The others nodded without hesitation.
However, just as everyone was about to continue retreating, Wang Xiao stood on the spot and did not move. “There’s no need for that.”
Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They followed Wang Xiao’s gaze and looked at the battlefield. They discovered that the [Eight-Armed Vajra] had walked out of the huge pit along the soil slope. One of its hands was carrying a soft person.
“That’s… [Undead Swordsman]?”
The sharp-eyed Yi Han saw the broken raincoat on that “person” and immediately revealed a shocked expression.
In his opinion, it was already not easy for the [Eight-Armed Vajra] to survive that sword slash. He did not expect it to still have the strength to counterattack and even beat the [Undead Swordsman] until it was half dead!
“But why didn’t it collapse?”
Su Qingmo frowned and said in confusion, “The [Undead Swordsman] seems to be seriously injured. Logically speaking, it should have been forcefully recalled to its territory, right?”
The others also revealed puzzled expressions when they heard this. Wang Xiao stared at it for a moment and said in a low voice, “Because the [Eight-Armed Vajra] only broke its limbs, it’s not considered a fatal injury. Unless Turk..”
Before he could finish speaking, the [Undead Swordsman]’s figure exploded into fine star fragments with a bang.
Wang Xiao was stunned for a moment before continuing, “Unless Turk takes the initiative to recall it to his territory.”
Meanwhile, on the battlefield.
Huang Tingwei and Turk stood on both sides of the hundred-meter pit, but their conditions were completely different.
Huang Tingwei smiled faintly as usual. His gaze crossed a hundred meters and landed on Turk, as if he was in a daze. Even the sudden collapse of the [Undead Swordsman] did not make him look at him at all.
On the other hand, Turk’s expression was as gloomy as water. He stared at Huang Tingwei with a resentful gaze and gritted his teeth. Dense purple light patterns flickered with his heavy breathing.
After a full half a minute, Turk barely squeezed out a smile. “As expected of a famous level seven lord. You haven’t stepped onto the battlefield for so many years, but your elegance hasn’t decreased!”
“You flatter me.”
Huang Tingwei smiled indifferently and asked as if he was chatting with an old friend, “So, can you surrender now? Or do you want to continue fighting?”
“I told you, I’ll surrender.”
Turk replied in a low voice. Suddenly, he smiled sinisterly. “But my soldier might not do the same!”
Before he could finish speaking, a light flashed in Turk’s palm and a potion emitting a purple light appeared in his hand. Then, he pressed something and a sharp needle popped out from one end of the potion!
Huang Tingwei’s pupils constricted, and the smile on his face instantly disappeared. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I don’t know.”
Turk chuckled sinisterly. “Because this has never been a problem for the Purple Star lord to consider!”
As he spoke, a trace of determination flashed in Turk’s eyes. He raised his hand and was about to stab the potion into his heart when a stream arrow tore through the air and shattered the potion into pieces!
“Who is it?!”
Turk was shocked. He looked up and saw that Qi Lianjun had climbed up at some point. Beside him stood an [Elf Warrior], and the bowstring in its hand was still trembling slightly.
“It’s not time for you to die yet.”
Qi Lianjun’s voice was extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely determined. “You said that the Purple Star would attack the Blue Planet in thirty days. What preparations did you make for this battle?”
“Adjutant Qi, are you joking?”
Turk looked at Qi Lianjun in confusion. “I’m already prepared to sacrifice my life for the Pope. What makes you think I’ll tell you?”
“I told you…”
Qi Lianjun spoke weakly. The [Elf Warrior] beside him nocked another arrow. “It’s not time for you to die yet..”
