Chapter 118: Flaming Sky‑Burning Blade, Sky‑Condensing Sword – 4K Subscription Appeal

It wasn't until he heard the other's words that Wang Wu finally put his mind at ease.

Emotionally, this kid is a martial fanatic; seeing the fiery look in his eyes, it turns out he just wants to spar with him.

"What realm are you at?" Wang Wu asked.

"Middle stage of Breaking Delusion."

"Then you can't beat me," Wang Wu shook his head. "You're not my opponent, but if you still want to fight, I have no objection."

A weaker one's challenge to a stronger one is naturally an indispensable part of the martial path, and true-realm martial artists are still martial artists, so the challenge segment is inevitably present.

True-realm warriors and true-realm cultivators should actually be called true-Dao warriors and true-Dao cultivators.

Because both sides employ the same power system, only one excels in techniques and the other in close-quarters grappling.

True-Dao warriors' cultivation methods are often passed down in family lines; their power, or "true veins," is usually inherited through bloodlines.

True-Dao warriors place extremely high demands on lineage, just as Wang Wu told Yu Xuan: without talent, one cannot practice the true-realm martial path.

It is a path predestined from birth; if you have it at birth, you have it. If you lack it at birth, hoping to awaken it later and step onto the true-Dao is essentially a fanciful tale.

Indeed, some martial artists, when their lifespan wanes and their peak has passed, can touch that threshold, even almost crossing it.

But they are missing that one point.

Their bodies are spent, unable to draw any more potential. Their lives are like a dying candle in the wind, with extinction only a breath away.

"Then…" Seeing Wang Wu agree, Si Tu Qing's eyes suddenly warmed. Yet he still felt a bit resentful of Wang Wu's arrogance.

After all, he is a genius; at only twenty this year, he is already a master of the mid-stage of Breaking Delusion. And his sister Si Tu Jin, at nineteen, has already achieved a great perfect true-realm and is renowned throughout South Province.

As for Si Tu Qing himself, at twenty he is at the mid-stage of Breaking Delusion, need not say more.

Thus, Si Tu Jin and Si Tu Qing are both called the "South Province Phoenix."

He himself has no opinion; a phoenix is a phoenix, just an empty title, not important.

The only thing he cares about is one thing: becoming stronger.

Getting stronger, getting ever stronger.

"Wait until I finish eating," Wang Wu stopped leaning on Wu Er Niang behind him, sat up straight, and began eating the food on the table.

"You keep eating. I'll go chat with that guy," after tasting each dish on the table and looking at the massive spread, Wang Wu asked the three female demons behind him.

"Wu Lang, shall we take some back to eat?" The demons clearly didn't want to stay after Wang Wu left, so they asked.

"Fine," Wang Wu nodded, then looked at Si Tu Jin across and asked, "Can these be packed?"

"Just have your girls take the whole table away," Si Tu Jin, chewing a chicken leg, took the leg out of her mouth after hearing Wang Wu's question and said.

"Um, that's not good…"

"They're just plates and a table; Brother Wang needn't worry," Si Tu Jin waved her hand, then shoved the chicken leg back into her mouth.

"Then thank you," since the host Si Tu Jin spoke, Wang Wu didn't hesitate; with a grand sweep, the three demons and the table vanished from the hall.

It was a gift from others, not something he stole.

The Qian Kun Cave Residence was clearly no surprise to those present; only Yao Qing looked at Wang Wu's side with some curiosity.

Seeing his disciple's curious gaze, Li Shangxuan felt a sudden pang of sorrow.

"No, after we return to the sect later, I'll have to ask senior brother for one to give to Xiao Qing," he thought to himself.

"Then bring it?"

After escorting the girls back to the fortress, Wang Wu tilted his head toward Si Tu Qing.

A moment later, the Si Tu family training ground.

After Wang Wu left, the banquet venue shifted from the previous hall to the current open space.

Surrounding lantern pillars lit the entire training ground brightly; Si Tu Jin's brother Si Tu Qing stood opposite Wang Wu and performed the standard pre-battle martial salute.

Wang Wu mimicked his movements and bowed to him as well.

"Haha, Brother Wang, no need to be so formal," Si Tu Qing laughed.

"Master, you said my sworn brother and that Si Tu Qing, who would win?" Yao Qing, with two wings in her mouth, still managed to speak.

"Do I need to guess? It's definitely your martial brother," Li Shangxuan glanced at his disciple, tossed the peeled shrimp into the other's plate, ate one himself, and replied.

Li Shangxuan is nearly four hundred years old, yet none of his wives' bellies show any sign of swelling. He mused that perhaps only another one or two hundred years remain.

In the later half of his life, he should be able to have a child, and if lucky perhaps two.

Because everyone else's children are of this age.

The higher the realm, the lower the fertility; being a genius is both a blessing and a curse for Li Shangxuan.

He reached true-realm at twenty, Breaking Delusion at thirty, Void at a hundred, yet he still hasn't broken through, still some way from perfection.

After transcending the mortal realm, a cultivator's fertility drops sharply, and each subsequent realm increase further reduces it.

Once in the true-realm, even if they make children daily, producing one every fifty or sixty years is considered great luck, since most true-realm cultivators don't bear offspring until around one hundred and fifty years old.

"What? Why is your face all red?" Li Shangxuan glanced at his disciple again, instantly amused.

Li Shangxuan isn't particularly steady; on the contrary, he's lively and carefree, often tormenting his disciple, making him and Yao Qing opposite extremes.

As the foster father who watched Yao Qing grow up, Li Shangxuan has also tormented her a lot; perhaps that's why she is so cool and indifferent.

Her resistance has been trained.

"I'm about to act, pay attention."

At that moment, Wang Wu, after giving a brief salute to Si Tu Qing across the field, spoke.

Hearing Wang Wu, Si Tu Qing's eyes instantly filled with fierce battle intent; he flicked his left hand, and a long staff materialized in his grasp.

Si Tu Qing is left-handed, famed in South Province for the Si Tu family's "Earth-Origin Staff."

His eyes locked onto Wang Wu; pointing the staff forward, he shouted boldly, "Come...!"

But before the words finished, Wang Wu had already arrived before him.

Their gazes met; in an instant, Wang Wu saw countless flashes of bloodlight in Si Tu Qing's eyes.

"Hahaha... ha, kill— why not kill? Why not kill!??"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

Voices rang in his ears, instantly filling his mind with those demonic sounds. A strong murderous intent surged from his heart at that moment, causing his eyes to turn an intensely scarlet.

Until Wang Wu slapped his stunningly beautiful face, instantly flinging him away.

"What the hell!" Wang Wu naturally also noticed Si Tu Qing's change of expression, but it wasn't because of him—it was a property of Wang Wu's cultivation technique.

He slapped the opponent's head, then rushed forward to pin him down. Seeing Si Tu Qing's eyes on the ground reddening more and more, Wang Wu shouted loudly:

"Wake up quickly!!!"

The moment those words left his mouth, Si Tu Qing's struggling body froze, his expression turning dazed. Soon, the red glow in his eyes faded rapidly.

"Oops, sorry about that," Wang Wu said, pulling Si Tu Qing up from the ground, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. "I just broke through; I forgot to turn something off and almost hit you. Sorry, sorry."

"I, I..."

At this moment, the Si Tu Qing that Wang Wu lifted from the ground still wore a puzzled expression.

Because he hadn't realized what had happened at all.

It wasn't until Wang Wu's voice sounded, accompanied by a burning pain on his cheek, that he finally became aware:

He had already lost.

"I lost?"

He looked at Wang Wu, who merely shrugged. Then he glanced at his own sister and the others present.

"You've already lost." At this moment, Li Shangxuan also arrived on the scene, but his aura was entirely different from before.

"Brother Wang," Li Shangxuan called out to Wang Wu, and after the other turned to look at him, he said:

"How about a match with me?"

Li Shangxuan was also someone who delighted in seeing martial prowess; seeing Wang Wu's strength so impressive, especially his speed, he was not inferior at all.

Of course, Li Shangxuan could fly, while the other could not yet, making the superiority clear.

"Fine."

Seeing Li Shangxuan issue the duel invitation, Wang Wu nodded.

Compared with Si Tu Qing, whose strength was a tier below his, it was clear that this senior he had looked up to just days ago suited him better.

"Qingping Sect Sword Palace, Li Shangxuan," Li Shangxuan's long sword instantly unsheathed behind him, soaring above his head.

"Jitian Jinguang Gate, Wang Wu," Wang Wu drew the new long knife that Si Tu Jin had given him and gave it a light swing.

"This place isn't suitable; let's move elsewhere, Daoist friend." Glancing at the Si Tu Family Training Ground, Li Shangxuan lifted both feet off the ground, and the long sword came to rest at his feet.

"Come with me!!"

Then, standing on the flying sword, Li Shangxuan surged upward into the sky, flying toward the distance.

After several dozen seconds, he flew back.

"What's wrong, Daoist friend?" Li Shangxuan asked curiously, looking at Wang Wu standing still with an awkward expression.

"Um, I can't fly."

Li Shangxuan opened his mouth but said nothing.

Two minutes later.

"Daoist friend, how about here?"

Riding Li Shangxuan's flying sword, the two arrived at a wasteland several hundred kilometers from Si Tu Jin's home; after surveying the surroundings, Li Shangxuan asked Wang Wu beside him.

"Not bad," Wang Wu replied with a satisfied nod, then stood and leapt off the edge of the flying sword.

"Then, let's begin now."

At the moment he jumped down, his voice also reached Li Shangxuan's ear.

In an instant, a torrent of demonic aura surged up from beneath Li Shangxuan.

Immediately followed by a blade flash that seemed to span the heavens.

"Holy Demon Sky Blade!!!!"

Wang Wu roared and slashed a sword toward Li Shangxuan in the sky.

Even though it was only a probing slash, its might still stirred Li Shangxuan's spirit.

"Heavenly Court inheritance, truly extraordinary!"

Dodging that heavens‑spanning slash, Li Shangxuan let out a sigh of admiration, his speed instantly soaring to the limit.

At a staggering fifteen Mach, he rushed straight toward Wang Wu below.

But that wasn't the limit, at least not the limit of his sword.

Twenty Mach.

"Slash!!"

The spirit sword Baoguang circling him tore the air, emitting a sharp, long hiss, aiming at Wang Wu below.

In the pitch‑black night sky, streaks of cold light ignited, cutting the air into successive gaps that would not heal for a long time.

"Ha ha! Good!!!" Wang Wu's figure flickered repeatedly in the air, evading a sword ray while slashing back.

White and golden light interwove in space, slicing the area into countless holes.

The Jitian Leap Body Method let Wang Wu traverse hundreds of kilometers in an instant; both figures flickered in the air, and with each acceleration their bodies collided violently against invisible walls.

That was a barrier called the Sound Wall, formless yet both soft and hard, indestructible.

Only after reaching a certain speed do you barely earn the right to "touch" it.

But for the two in the sky at this moment, that so‑called barrier was exceedingly fragile.

The massive impact even the Sound Wall couldn't bear, and it was pierced in an instant, erupting with violent energy.

The extreme speed even caused the air to deform, becoming fluffy and spreading outward, forming clusters of clouds in the relatively low altitude.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

It sounds like spring thunder exploding, and with each impact, thunderclaps echo across the sky.

Their bodies tear through the air, creating violent sonic booms, and the force generated by their weapons is even more astonishing.

The scorching long blade prevents the gas from maintaining molecular form by intermolecular forces; atoms and electrons are sliced apart, becoming ionized and producing massive plasma in the air.

The cold long sword pierces the air; under extreme low temperature, the previously hyperactive molecules that constantly collide become sluggish.

Where it passes, space turns into a strange liquid that writhes in the sky.

Extreme speed often signifies extreme destructive power.

Blade after blade, cold gleam and golden light, after hundreds of rounds of clash, the sky spanning several hundred kilometers feels like an alternate dimension.

Narrow, elongated scars and clusters of shimmering plasma.

Even though the sun has not risen, this region is no longer shrouded in darkness.

Golden light, red fire, and white‑hot cold gleam.

The Seventh‑rank warrior wields Sonic Speed Power, while gradually grinding toward both larger‑scale and smaller‑scale realms.

Mastering Atomic Power will be Wang Wu's next lesson.

(End of chapter)