Chapter 988: Sword Will from a World Apart

"He won again!"

"Another one move victory!"

The arena erupted once more. The cheers were deafening, filled with passion and excitement. Countless eager eyes watched as Ling Feng stood just two battles away from that legendary title, the one-move myth, the Calamity God of War!

In the audience seat, Linghu Yudao slowly opened his eyes. He watched calmly as the young man drew ever closer to him. His expression remained serene, but deep in his eyes flickered a hint of interest.

He knew exactly how terrifying Zhu Kui's defense was. For Ling Feng to defeat him with a single strike, that meant his offensive power had already reached a level on par with his own.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Ling Feng, reach Linghu Yudao and bring down the myth!"

Thunderous cries surged like waves. The hopes of the entire crowd had been placed squarely on Ling Feng's shoulders.

"He has to get past me first!"

A sharp hiss split the air. Chu Feng, the third-ranked inner sect disciple, stepped onto the arena.

He didn't wait for the referee to call his name. He arrived of his own accord, as though destined for this moment.

"Your sword is incredible."

There was a rare glint of respect in Chu Feng's eyes. "I've never felt such sharpness, not even from my own teacher."

"You're too kind. The sword qi on your body is equally imposing."

Ling Feng forced his chaotic energy to settle, then gave a calm smile in return.

He had never been one to withhold his respect from a true expert.

"Then let's see whose sword is stronger!"

Chu Feng slowly drew his sword. A faint blue glow rippled from the weapon. Like Ling Feng's, it was a pseudo-sacred artifact, but it stood at the very peak of that class. It was nearly a true sacred artifact.

Along its edge flowed traces of water-based laws, boosting the power of his sword qi by at least thirty percent.

"As you wish."

To everyone's surprise, Ling Feng withdrew his Chaotic True Form and returned to his normal self.

His upper robes had long been torn to shreds, revealing a muscular frame carved like stone. In his hand, the Eradicator of Realms pulsed with flickering Chaotic Light.

"I will use only one strike!"

Chu Feng smiled faintly. "But I won't be holding back."

"That makes two of us!"

Ling Feng wrapped his fingers tightly around his sword hilt. From Chu Feng's presence, he felt danger. Not even Tie Wushuang had given him that sensation.

Which meant Chu Feng's strength might actually surpass even Tie Wushuang's.

Those who hide their true strength are often far more terrifying than they seem.

"Begin!"

The referee waved the signal flag.

Two supreme sword dao experts stood across from each other. Their auras surged, already colliding in an invisible battle before their swords even moved.

The pressure was overwhelming. The arena trembled beneath it!

At last, Chu Feng opened his eyes and whispered a single phrase.

"One Sword Across Time!"

Boom!

His sword will erupted.

Ling Feng's brow twitched. Chu Feng's sword will was strangely familiar. It resonated with the same essence as his own Reincarnated Sword Will!

This was the sword will from a world apart.

And it had reached a flawless, transcendent state. This was a sword will of great perfection!

Ling Feng had faced many opponents, but none had ever surpassed him in sword will. Chu Feng was the first.

"What a strike!"

Battle spirit flared in Ling Feng's eyes. "Reincarnated Immortal-Slaying Slash."

Two devastating forces clashed. The collision sent spiraling shockwaves in all directions. The surface of the arena cracked apart, inch by inch.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three thunderous blasts rang out as both men were knocked back three steps.

Blood trickled from the corner of Chu Feng's mouth.

"You win," he said, laughing freely. "Go give Linghu Yudao a proper beating. I believe you can do it."

Without another word, Chu Feng leapt off the stage.

"I accept your grace!"

Ling Feng bowed deeply toward Chu Feng's back. "If there's a chance, I would welcome a full battle between us."

...

"So Chu Feng is this strong too? He's the only one who wasn't sent flying!"

While the crowd marveled at Ling Feng's strength, they were also stunned to realize that Chu Feng had surpassed even Tie Wushuang, the second-ranked powerhouse.

"Ninety-eighth match. Ling Feng, victory!"

The referee drew a deep breath. Only one more match stood between Ling Feng and a showdown with Linghu Yudao.

He had overseen many Hundred-Man Challenges before, but never once had he felt this excited.

"You must win, Ling Feng!"

"Defeat Tie Wushuang! Challenge Linghu Yudao!"

"Today, the one-move legend will end. Go, Ling Feng!"

"..."

The crowd was on fire. Their cheers and roars rolled through the arena like a tidal wave.

Every pair of eyes stared straight at Ling Feng.

Would the myth that had stood unshaken for so long truly fall today at the hands of this rising star?

"Ninety-ninth match. Inner sect number two, Tie Wushuang, step forward!"

The referee had to shout at the top of his lungs to make his voice heard above the chaos.

The crowd had gone completely mad. Their voices echoed through the entire arena like rolling thunder.

Every gaze burned with fighting spirit and excitement. No one could hide their anticipation.

No one had ever come this close to Linghu Yudao.

Ling Feng was the only one!

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Tie Wushuang stepped onto the stage with his head held high.

His footsteps were firm and powerful, matching the rhythm of every heartbeat in the arena. His presence alone stirred something in the hearts of all present.

Each step he took made the crowd hold their breath. Each moment he neared the arena intensified their gaze.

No one dared to blink, afraid of missing even a second.

After all, every one of Ling Feng's victories had been decided in a single move!

Tie Wushuang was second only to Linghu Yudao.

Perhaps his mastery of swordsmanship wasn't on par with Chu Feng's, but his strength was undeniable.

Now, after ninety-eight battles, could Ling Feng still win in just one strike?

If he couldn't, then even if he won, the Hundred-Man Challenge would carry a flaw.

No one wanted to see that flaw.

But Tie Wushuang was no ordinary opponent.

His battle with Chu Feng had lasted a single exchange, but everyone could see that Chu Feng had held back. He had chosen to yield and support Ling Feng's advance.

Tie Wushuang, however, was even stronger than Chu Feng.

This final match was still full of uncertainty.

As Tie Wushuang stepped fully onto the stage, his fighting spirit erupted.

His eyes blazed with fire. It was the thrill of facing a worthy foe.

"Come. Fight me!"

His voice was hoarse with excitement. "You're strong. If this were a true one-on-one, I don't think I could guarantee victory."

"Brother Tie, you flatter me." Ling Feng smiled calmly. He took a moment to steady the energy still surging through him.

"To make it this far, even in defeat, you would have no regrets," Tie Wushuang said. "Because in my eyes, you are already half of what Linghu Yudao is!"

His energy roared like a dragon. Eight streams of vital energy surged through him, coiling around his body.

That fierce, domineering aura sent a jolt through every soul in the arena.

The pressure blanketed the stage, wild and unstoppable.

"But this is where your road ends!"

Tie Wushuang's shout cracked the air like thunder. Everyone flinched.

And all of them silently worried for Ling Feng.

Tie Wushuang wasn’t holding back anymore!