Chapter 70

"Who's coming first?"

In the Fang family camp, a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted, burly youth stepped forward.

He held two heavy hammers in his hands, his arms exposed to the air, like steel pillars and iron beams, solid and strong.

"Fang Yan, are you this eager to get beaten?"

Song Shan stepped forward with a long spear, a teasing smile playing at the corner of his mouth, completely disregarding his opponent.

"Song Shan, don't be arrogant—my elder brother once defeated you, and today, I can do the same."

The burly youth spoke in a deep, muffled voice, his physique extremely robust, like a strong bull, delivering a powerful visual impact.

Boom!

He slammed the two copper hammers in his hands together violently, the shock making everyone's eardrums ache, clearly demonstrating the immense strength of his physical body.

"Just a brute who relies on sheer strength—watch the spear!"

Song Shan let out a cold shout, the long spear in his hand thrusting out like a flood dragon emerging from water, straight toward Fang Yan's face.

Clang!

Facing Song Shan's merciless fierce attack, Fang Yan brought down a heavy hammer, the violent force nearly causing Song Shan to lose his grip on the spear.

"Heh heh, you think this bit of strength can beat me? Dream on!" Fang Yan sneered savagely.

But the next moment, Song Shan changed his spear technique, switching from thrust to sweep, launching a fierce attack at Fang Yan's lower body.

Fang Yan, who had just been boasting loudly, suddenly flustered, his two copper hammers constantly blocking, but Song Shan's spear technique was ever-changing, finding an opening and piercing through between the two hammers.

Pfft!

Blood spattered.

The long spear pierced through Fang Yan's left rib and exited from his back.

Song Shan hooked a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, about to withdraw his spear and retreat, when he heard Fang Yan roar angrily, the two copper hammers clamping down on the spear shaft like scissors, then he exerted force violently!

Crack!

The long spear snapped.

Fang Yan, like a frenzied yak, with the broken half of the long spear embedded in his body, raised the copper hammers high and slammed them down hard toward Song Shan's head.

If this hammer landed solidly, even iron and stone would be smashed to powder.

In the nick of time, Song Shan could only retract the broken spear shaft, holding it horizontally in front of him to block.

Smack!

The spear shaft broke with a sound.

The hammer head grazed Song Shan's chest, which instantly caved in, his ribs broken—unknown how many.

"We surrender!"

Seeing Fang Yan press his advantage, Song Tianlin hurriedly spoke up, ending the match.

"Hmph! Thought you were strong, but that's all."

Fang Yan let out a cold snort, shouldered the two copper hammers, and strode off the field with ease.

Song Shan's face turned deathly pale, he gritted his teeth and said: "If it weren't for my old self still recovering from serious injury, it wouldn't be your turn to act arrogant."

"Tch!"

Fang Yan didn't look back, let out a cold snort, and returned to the Fang family team.

"Qin Senior Brother, you'll go up later—if you get the chance, don't hold back, because the Fang family won't hold back against you either."

Witnessing Song Shan's miserable state, Song Yan felt uneasy and quickly reminded Qin Shuo.

She worried that Qin Shuo, to avoid offending the Fang family, would hold back, only to be severely injured by Fang Lin instead.

The Fang and Song families have long been mortal enemies; whenever one side gets a chance to weaken the other, they will never hold back.

Although Qin Shuo is not a Song family member, now that he's in the same boat as the Song family, if they clash, Fang Lin will certainly not spare him.

"I understand." Qin Shuo nodded.

He's not stupid—he wouldn't endanger himself just to curry favor with the Fang family.

Besides, even if he really wanted to curry favor, they wouldn't believe him anyway.

So, once he steps onto the field, he will inevitably give his all until the opponent admits defeat.

"Song Xuan, come out—I know this match is yours."

After Fang Yan and Song Shan left the field, a somewhat more normal-looking youth stepped out from the Fang family team, holding a kaishan blade.

Calling him normal is only relative to Fang Yan.

But compared to the Song family disciples, his build is still tall and large, just not as thickset.

"Xuan, be careful—better to admit defeat than to act recklessly." Song Tianhao reminded him.

Although the Song family is currently at a disadvantage, compared to my son's life, what is the Yuan Magnetic Grotto worth?

"I understand."

Song Xuan nodded heavily, then stepped forward holding a long blade.

He practices the Song family's Breaking Wave Blade, a blade technique that pairs with the Jingtao Palm, both being superior martial arts.

"Please advise!"

Song Xuan casually flourished a blade flower, his demeanor calm and unhurried, quite bearing the manner of his father, Song Tianhao.

"Tch! Who wants to advise you?"

Fang Yue let out a very disdainful cold snort and said: "I only want to chop you to death!"

Before his words finished, the long blade had already come breaking through the air.

That kaishan blade's cold light was sharp and biting, wrapped in an unmatched aura of splitting mountains and parting seas as it slashed forward.

Clang!

The long blades clashed, sending sparks flying.

The two were evenly matched; as soon as they engaged, both exerted their full strength.

Snow-white blade light surged and crisscrossed in the arena, like the collision of mountain and sea, with ringing sounds never ceasing to the ear.

Clang clang clang clang clang!

The two exchanged dozens of moves in succession, neither willing to yield in momentum, blade meeting blade head-on with no trace of evasion or retreat, leaving onlookers dazzled and disoriented.

Splash splash splash~

Suddenly, the sound of rising and falling tides emanated from Song Xuan.

Immediately after, he and Fang Yue clashed head-on in one move, then pulled back to create distance.

Thereafter, his entire body spun like a high-speed whirlwind, circling Fang Yue and slashing in a full circle; when his momentum peaked, he leapt up and brought the blade down overhead.

"Breaking Wave Blade·Whirlpool Tenfold Slash!"

Gazing at Song Xuan's blade momentum, which rose and fell like tides, wave after wave, many of the Fang Family changed expression, even the Fang Family Head, Fang Yongping, now wore a stern countenance.

Breaking Wave Blade·Whirlpool Tenfold Slash, a killing move derived from the Song Family's Jingtao Palm's Thousand Layered Waves.

The essence of this move lies in the superposition of force and blade momentum; upon reaching its peak, it erupts instantly, splitting mountains and shattering stone, overwhelmingly domineering.

"Whirlpool Tenfold Slash, as the name suggests, means tenfold force superimposed. I do not know to what level Song Xuan has cultivated it; if he has reached the sixth level or above, then Fang Yue must surely lose."

Upon hearing Song Yan's explanation, Qin Shuo also felt a stir in his heart.

This Whirlpool Tenfold Slash bears a remarkable similarity to his White Ape Cleaving Mountain.

The difference is, White Ape Cleaving Mountain achieves the superposition of inner strength within the body through the exertion of tendons, bones, and muscles.

Whereas this Song Family killing move, is achieved through the body's high-speed rotation, driving the flow of force, combining blade momentum and Divine Intent, and erupting in an instant.

If this move were also cultivated to the level of Three Origins Merging into One, its power would likely surpass that of White Ape Cleaving Mountain.

After all, Jingtao Palm is a genuine superior martial art, far beyond the middling White Ape Tiangang Saber.

In Jingtao Palm alone, there are as many as eighteen killing moves like White Ape Cleaving Mountain.

Mastering any one of them to perfection would suffice to roam the martial world, rarely meeting an equal.

At this moment, Song Xuan completed his buildup.

The long blade in his hand traced circle after circle of ripples, neither more nor less, exactly seven.

"Sevenfold force, Fang Yue is doomed to lose!"

Song Yan's eyes lit up, her whole body brimming with excitement.

In the arena.

Just moments ago, Fang Yue had been attacking and defending with measure, advancing and retreating with ease; suddenly his expression changed drastically.

His entire aura surged forth, a heavy, mountain-like momentum radiating from his body.

Clang!

Almost the instant Song Yan's words fell, Song Xuan's long blade seemed like a thousandfold tide pressing down, crashing heavily onto Fang Yue's Cleaving Mountain Blade.

Pfft!

Fang Yue spat out a mouthful of blood, his mountain-like momentum instantly vanishing.

Seeing Song Xuan draw his blade to strike again, Fang Yongping hastily conceded.

"This round, you win!"

Fang Family Head Fang Yongping's expression was grim.

Though he had not expected Fang Yue to win, being so easily defeated by Song Xuan still left him feeling embarrassed.

With Fang Yue's defeat, the situation became one win, one loss.

Thus, the upcoming match would become the decider.

No one was surprised by this turn of events.

After all, from the moment both sides took the field, it was clear that the Song and Fang families knew each other's combatants well, their strengths roughly estimated correctly, hence the match-up of soldier against soldier, general against general.

Next, the duel between Fang Lin and Qin Shuo would be the final battle to settle this Earth Cave contention.