Chapter 776 - Surrender? Too Late!

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

Explosions echoed endlessly as the space turned into a chaotic storm of swords. Fierce, terrifying waves of sword qi shot out in all directions, battering the arena’s formations.

Dong!

Numerous great swords clashed and shattered against the Green Lotus Sword Qi.

Zhao Wuji’s expression sank. He launched himself off the ground, shaking the space as he charged forward with a massive sword through the qi storm.

Chen Fan waved his hand, and a green lotus appeared before him.

An incomparably fierce sword qi blossomed from it, and he thrust his palm forward to meet Zhao Wuji’s sword.

A dull boom rang out.

Zhao Wuji’s charge came to an abrupt halt as an overwhelming pressure weighed down on him. Chen Fan struck the great sword with his palm, producing sharp, ear-piercing noises.

The great sword shattered. The Green Lotus Sword Qi broke through Zhao Wuji’s defense and struck him, sending him flying. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he hit the ground.

“You, cultivating the sword? It’s an insult toward the sword!”

Chen Fan stood proudly, looking at Zhao Wuji indifferently.

This scene shocked everyone.

Chen Fan had injured Zhao Wuji in the blink of an eye.

Though Zhao Wuji’s skill in the sword Dao was not as advanced as Jian Qi's, it was still formidable.

However, Chen Fan seemed to be extremely proficient in various methods.

In this battle, he had challenged Zhao Wuji with the sword Dao itself, and though the fight had only just begun, Zhao Wuji already seemed at a disadvantage.

The faces of some people who favored Zhao Wuji shifted one by one.

“How is this possible? The battle just started, yet Zhao Wuji is already losing ground. Unbelievable!”

“It seems that we have all underestimated Chen Fan. Although this guy is only at the sixth level, he is as strong, if not stronger, than those at the peak of the Heavenly Star realm experts.”

Countless eyes flickered, reassessing Chen Fan with newfound respect.

Wanxin, Xia Qingyuan, Xiao Yi, and Jiang Chi, the hot favorites to win the championship, watched him intently, their confidence shaken.

Chen Fan had shown his immense strength by smashing a peak-stage, ninth-level Heavenly Star realm expert into meat paste with a single palm. Yet, they had only considered him on par with an average peak-level Heavenly Realm expert.

Now, however, their opinions shifted—Chen Fan was a formidable obstacle on their path to victory.

Crack!

A Sword Will blossomed from Zhao Wuji, shooting skyward with enough force to tear through the void.

Rage filled his gaze, and his killing intent swept outward.

He had initially dismissed Chen Fan, but this unexpected loss of face in front of countless onlookers stung his pride.

Shame!

Utter shame!

Lightning flashed around Zhao Wuji as he condensed a sword of pure lightning.

“Die!”

But Chen Fan moved first, charging directly into the raging thunderous light.

A sword formed. Heaven and earth were split apart, and the thunderous light was annihilated.

Boom!

In the aftermath, lightning crackled around Zhao Wuji, his clothes shredded.

Hiss, hiss!

The people outside sucked in a breath of cold air at the sight.

Zhao Wuji, clearly enraged, had been about to unleash his full power.

But as his lightning surged, Chen Fan charged straight into it, wielding a sword that obliterated the lightning. How domineering was that? He completely disregarded Zhao Wuji’s attack.

“Chen Fan—how terrifying! To charge into that towering lightning without hesitation and snuff it out... Incredible!”

“Although Zhao Wuji isn’t a natural sword cultivator like Jian Qi, he’s a rare one-in-a-century sword Dao genius. His Sword Will is extremely powerful and versatile: he began with the overwhelming force of a massive sword, and now he’s using a lightning sword with explosive strength. Even so, it’s completely useless before Chen Fan.”

The crowd was shocked beyond words.

Zhao Wuji’s face instantly twisted with fury as his cultivation burst forth again, casting a starlit sword that illuminated the void.

With him as the center, Sword Will revolved in the sky, flowing with Dao Will. There seemed to be countless starry sword lights whizzing toward Chen Fan like meteorites, tearing through the air.

However, Chen Fan only struck out with a palm, still using Green Lotus Sword Qi, destroying everything with unparalleled ferocity.

Boom!

The space shook. Zhao Wuji was thrown back, feeling like his organs had ruptured. Fresh blood spilled out of his mouth.

Sword qi flowed around Chen Fan, whistling non-stop. He looked at Zhao Wuji indifferently and said, “Talking big when this is all you’re capable of?”

Zhao Wuji’s eyes went bloodshot, and he roared as a terrifying Sword Will erupted from within. His torn robes fluttered wildly around him.

“Bastard, you damned bastard. Sword of Punishment, annihilate!”

A shocking sword light erupted and blossomed from Zhao Wuji, and slashed out. The space was like a bolt of cloth, ripped open by the streak of sword light.

Rumble!

The space shook as the sword slash flew toward its target.

A tremendous oppressive force pressed down on Chen Fan.

However, in the face of an attack akin to a heavenly punishment, Chen Fan showed no signs of fear. He let out a roar and rose to the sky, approaching this terrifying sword.

“Great timing!”

Woo, woo, woo. Woo, woo, woo.

An intense Sword Will was boiling inside Chen Fan.

Several green lotuses blossomed one after another as if Chen Fan were stepping on the lotus pods, riding the winds, and breaking through waves. Nothing could stop him.

He soared and spun in the air. All of his Green Lotus Sword Qi whistled out in an instant, covering the void. The sword qi filled the space.

Boom, boom, boom...

The Sword of Punishment was torn open. Green Lotus Sword Will permeated the sky. Numerous green lotuses blossomed in the void, destroying everything.

Chen Fan’s aura surged. His Sword Will cracked the sky and broke through everything, blasting toward Zhao Wuji.

Terror filled Zhao Wuji’s face as he realized his Sword of Punishment was completely useless, easily broken by Chen Fan’s assault.

He looked at Chen Fan’s approaching figure and that overwhelming Sword Will.

He let out a furious roar, and he struck out with his palms, fluttering back and forth like the waves.

However, a sword materialized and tore through the void, shattering his palm seals. A streak of sword light approached, devouring everything it passed. Zhao Wuji looked horrified. His heart pounded fiercely like he was about to suffocate.

An intense aura of death completely shrouded him.

“I surrender!” he cried.

Instantly, the battlefield fell silent.

Chen Fan stood in the void, looking at Zhao Wuji’s devastated face, and said coldly, “Surrender? Too late.”