Chapter 3135: You call this sword technique?

Xu Jie and a few others below the stage sighed at Shīzūn's noble integrity, while Hong Zun on the high platform already had an embarrassed, flushed face.

Discussion voices kept coming from all around.

Just then, a new round of matches began; hearing a huge boom from one of the platforms, the entire platform shattered under that roar.

The referee in charge of this platform, at this point already had his eyes wide open, staring in shock at the tall, sturdy figure amid the dust.

"What's going on?"

The sudden sound completely drew everyone's attention; looking over, they saw that the extremely hard platform, which had not been damaged in the slightest in previous rounds, was gone.

The entire platform was gone; seeing this, everyone only felt their scalps go numb.

"Who? Who did this?"

"Who is this hero?"

Even the platform was smashed to pieces; even the Immortal Realm powerhouses on the high platform all changed expression.

As the dust slowly settled, Wang Tieshu's figure gradually appeared.

At the moment he saw Wang Tieshu, Hong Zun's eyes almost popped out as he muttered.

"She-she-she… she actually went and registered, who the hell let her through."

His gaze swept over the Elders of Divine Sword Peak; they were the ones responsible for the assembly's registration.

He had repeatedly warned not to let this guy Wang Tieshu register, so how could she still get on the platform?

Under Hong Zun's stare, one Elder lowered his head guiltily, cold sweat pouring from his forehead.

And he was naturally the first one Hong Zun locked onto; that guilty expression, you little bastard.

His eyes locked on that Elder, "You're the one who registered this woman, right?"

That resentful gaze felt like swords piercing his body; the Elder lowered his head even further.

He didn't want to either, but when registering, Wang Tieshu had lifted him up with one hand.

Just like picking up a chick, she also said that either she'd be registered today, or she needed a tool spirit for a magical artifact she happened to be missing.

Faced with the oppressive Wang Tieshu, the Elder dared not object in the slightest; he could only meekly register her.

The bitterness of this, only he himself knows.

On Wang Tieshu's side, after stepping onto the platform, the male disciple opposite her, seeing that she was twice his height, looked around in bewilderment.

"What kind of opponent have I been matched with? Where did this monster come from?"

"Those arms thicker than my thighs, and that heavy broadsword— you call this a sword? Isn't this a hammer?"

Standing woodenly on the platform, not only him, but even the referee beside him, seeing Wang Tieshu and that exaggeratedly large longsword, couldn't help but swallow.

"Where did this fierce woman come from?"

However, as the referee, after the shock he gritted his teeth and announced the match would begin.

Then Wang Tieshu raised her sword and brought it down in a single strike, turning the platform into what it is now.

Without any defense, there was just a huge boom, and then the platform was gone.

Fortunately, the sword's speed wasn't great; the male disciple narrowly dodged at the critical moment.

However, standing now amidst the rubble, his heart was still in turmoil.

Looking at the platform, if he hadn't dodged that strike just now, he couldn't even imagine what would have happened to him.

Anyway, he didn't think his flesh could be as hard as the platform beneath his feet.

Trembling with fear as he looked at Wang Tieshu standing before him like a raging bear, the disciple's sword‑hand involuntarily twitched.

"What the hell are we still fighting for?"

And Wang Tieshu spoke in a deep, muffled voice.

"Your footwork isn't bad; take another strike from me."

Saying that, she brought down the huge sword without hesitation; seeing this, the disciple had no intention of meeting it head‑on.

"How can I clash with this? It feels like touching it means instant death."

All he could do was dodge.

He hid all around, while Wang Tieshu kept smashing down with her huge sword, her moves lacking any pattern, relying purely on sheer strength.

The entire platform area was filled with dust; "Is this even a sword cultivator's duel?"

"You're just waving a sword around randomly."

On the high platform, a sword cultivator expert twitched the corner of his mouth and said.

"Nonsense, what does this have to do with sword technique? You're a body cultivator."

Looking at his burly build, which cell could be linked to sword cultivation? This is the Sword Immortal Assembly, not a body cultivator gathering.

"You bring a body cultivator wielding a big hammer in here—what's the point?"

That sword cultivator expert couldn't help but complain, but was quickly stopped by his companion, who sent a mental transmission.

"Senior brother, watch your words; this person is Daoist Hong Zun's companion."

"Another one of Hong Zun's people?"

Just hearing this, that sword cultivator expert felt awful; "No, what's the deal with Hong Zun? Doesn't he have any normal people around him?"

And this taste… forget it, never mind; but even if she's your companion, you can't just act recklessly.

"The Sword Immortal Assembly has rules—only sword cultivators may participate; why bring a body cultivator?"

"Look at how they're fighting now—where does it resemble sword cultivators sparring?"

In the dust, Wang Tieshu was like an old farmer plowing a field, her longsword swinging down like a hoe.

And that disciple, although he wanted to fight back, simply had no chance.

Seeing that huge sword coming down from above made his flesh creep; "If it hits him, he'll surely be laid out—whether he can be saved in time is another matter."

After all that entanglement, the disciple narrowly dodged Wang Tieshu's strike, only feeling his face sting as if blown by wind.

He immediately took the initiative to open his stance, turned and looked toward the referee, saying.

"Senior, I want to file a complaint; this sparring match has a problem."

Hearing this, the referee overseeing the platform also said with a strange expression.

"What's the problem?"

This referee is not from the Dao One Immortal Sect, but an Elder from another sect, with cultivation at the Immortal Emperor realm.

In response, the disciple pointed at Wang Tieshu with an indignant look, saying.

"The Sword Immortal Tournament has long had clear rules: non-sword cultivators may not participate; now you've put a body cultivator against me—how am I supposed to fight? There's a problem; there's definitely something wrong here."

Hearing this, the referee also looked at Wang Tieshu resentfully and said, "You certainly don't look like a sword cultivator."

Upon hearing this, Wang Tieshu refused to accept it and immediately shouted.

"I'm not a sword cultivator? I'm holding a sword in my hand, and just now I displayed sword techniques—how is that a violation? I am a sword cultivator, and my sword technique was personally taught by my elder brother Hong Zun."

As soon as these words were spoken, many gazes on the high platform turned toward Hong Zun, filled with scrutiny.

"No, is this guy's sword technique also something you taught?"

Sensing the many gazes upon him, Hong Zun angrily shouted.

"Why keep looking at me? I never taught her any sword techniques; this has nothing to do with me."