Chapter 453: Unrivaled in the World (I)

Although the martial arts conference had been going on for a long time, in the eyes of many people, the real show only began when Murong Bai leaped onto the sword-fighting stage.

Among the crowd watching the game, some supported Wu Shuang, while others supported Murong Bai.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and stared intently at the two people standing in front of them on the sword-fighting stage.

"Are you Murong Bai, known as 'Snow-robed Silver Dragon' in the martial arts world?"

Wu Shuang looked Murong Bai up and down with interest, and said jokingly, "You have a great reputation, but you don't know that 'the reputation is not worthy of it'. How much ability do you really have?"

Facing Wu Shuang's provocation, Murong Bai was not angry. He still looked at him calmly with a watery gaze and replied calmly: "Whether I have the real ability or not, you will know it after you give it a try. In fact, I am also very curious, is the master who can be ranked first on the Dragon Elephant List just for nothing?"

Hearing this, Wu Shuang's mouth corners slightly raised, showing Murong Bai an unparalleled handsome smile, and said meaningfully: "Why don't I let you three moves first? If you are really capable, three moves will be enough to kill me."

Murong Bai frowned slightly, pointed the tip of his spear at Wu Shuang, and said unhappily: "Are you kidding me? Quickly show your weapon. I never take advantage of others, and I will never bully the weak."

"Not everyone can make me show my weapons. If you want to be my opponent, do you have the qualifications?"

"presumptuous!"

As if completely enraged by Wu Shuang's repeated contempt, Murong Bai's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he kicked the end of the gun with his right foot. The silver gun immediately soared into the sky, transformed into a silver dragon in mid-air, and pierced towards Wu Shuang's face with lightning speed.

"Well done!"

Wu Shuang exclaimed in admiration, but did not dodge. Instead, he closed his eyes slightly and let the whistling energy blow his black hair into a mess.

"what!"

In the blink of an eye, the extremely sharp spear tip was less than a foot away from Wu Shuang's forehead. This scene made the people watching the battle around tremble with fear, and they secretly broke into cold sweats for Wu Shuang. Some of the timid ones couldn't help but close their eyes and let out a cry of surprise.

"Faster!"

Following Wu Shuang's provocative urging, Murong Bai, who had chased after him, showed no mercy anymore. He let out a light shout, grasped the butt of the gun with his right hand, paused, crushed the bluestone, and then increased his speed by three points. He thrust the gun straight into Wu Shuang's brow, determined to pierce his head with one bullet.

"Fast, but not fast enough!"

With a sigh, Wu Shuang's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. At this moment, the extremely sharp tip of the gun almost filled his pupils, which showed how close the distance was.

At this moment, even top masters like Luo Tianjin and Jin Fu Yu were deeply moved by the scene before them. They could not help but sit up straight, looking at the situation on the stage with anticipation, while secretly guessing Wu Shuang's next move.

"Whoosh!"

"laugh!"

A sound of breaking through the air flashed by Wu Shuang's ears, and the sharp tip of the spear almost brushed against his temple, cutting off a strand of hair. At some point? Wu Shuang's body moved several inches to the left, strangely avoiding Murong Bai's silver spear.

This scene seemed extremely dangerous to ordinary people. Even through the strand of hair, many people believed that Wu Shuang had barely avoided Murong Bai's fatal move.

In fact, in the eyes of the masters and in Murong Bai's heart, they all knew very well that Wu Shuang's dodging was not dangerous, but he was confident.

A strand of hair is just an inch away. In front of a true master, even a strand of broken hair is not unexpected.

In other words, as early as the moment Murong Bai made his move, Wu Shuang had already calculated when he would dodge, how many inches he would avoid, and how many strands of hair he would sacrifice.

"If you were faster, you might be able to force me to draw my sword."

"is it?"

Before he finished speaking, Murong Bai held the gun in one hand and threw it hard at Wu Shuang who was close to him.

With one move of "sweeping the army", he went straight for Wu Shuang's head.

"call!"

Murong Bai changed his moves quickly, but Wu Shuang reacted even faster. He tilted his neck, and the silver spear came like a long whip, flashing past his neck, cheek, and ear, but still failed to hurt Wu Shuang at all.

"How can you test my abilities without showing them?"

Wu Shuang seemed to see Murong Bai's intention and took the initiative to remind him: "I have heard that your 'Eight Desolations and Six Combinations Spear' is extremely exquisite and powerful. Why don't you show me a few moves?"

"You are so young, but you don't know how high the heaven is or how deep the earth is. If you die under my gun today, when you go before the King of Hell, don't accuse me of bullying the weak!"

"Your confidence is commendable, but... you don't have enough strength."

"watch out!"

With a loud shout, Murong Bai flew up, and the silver spear in his hand turned into a silver snake lightning, advancing and retreating, rising and falling, covering the sky and the sun, and launched round after round of powerful attacks on Wu Shuang.

At this moment, Murong Bai gradually revealed his true strength. He wore a dragon robe with flying snow patterns and wielded a silver electric star spear. His movements were graceful and elegant, and his spear skills were exquisite and cunning, which dazzled the onlookers and overwhelmed them.

Everyone secretly praised in their hearts: "'Snow-clad Silver Dragon' is indeed worthy of its reputation."

"Keng!"

After more than thirty rounds, Wu Shuang, who had been agile and nimble, finally couldn't withstand the fierce attack of the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Spear. He flipped his right hand backward, and with a flash of cold light, a scimitar appeared in his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, he went straight to meet the silver spear that was coming towards him, making a loud noise that shook the earth.

"Wu Shuang draws his sword!"

At the sidelines, someone shouted loudly, which immediately caused a huge ripple, and the silent peak of Mount Huashan erupted in joy.

"What great skills!" Xie Xuan exclaimed with emotion, "Wu Shuang was able to hold on for so long with his bare hands under Murong Bai's Eight Desolations and Six Directions Spear. Just based on this, not many people in the martial arts world can do it easily." "Palace Master, how do you think Wu Shuang's martial arts compares to that of the Seventh Master?" Liu Xunyi asked in a low voice.

Luo Tianjin closely watched the changes in the battle situation, and asked without turning his head: "Wu Shuang can hold his own against the joint attack of you and Qin Ku, can Murong Bai do the same?"

"This……"

"Although Murong Bai's 'Eight Desolations and Six Combinations Spear' is quite powerful, he has already tried his best and I'm afraid he won't be able to maintain it for too long. On the other hand, Wu Shuang has not yet used his two swords, which shows that he is still holding back." Qin Ku shook his head helplessly, "It's not that I underestimate 'Snow-robed Silver Dragon', I'm just afraid that in today's competition, he... has little chance of winning."

……

"Until now, Murong Bai has revealed at least three flaws."

On the other side of the sword arena, Jin Fuyu watched the battle intently and said quietly, "Wu Shuang never showed any flaws."

Leng Yiyi was surprised and asked: "Since Murong Bai had three flaws, why didn't Wu Shuang take the opportunity to defeat him?"

"The first two times, Wu Shuang had not yet drawn his sword, and only defended without attacking. The last time, when Wu Shuang drew his sword, Murong Bai had already changed his tactics when the scimitar was unsheathed." Jin Fuyu said, "Wu Shuang kept saying that Murong Bai was testing his depth, but in fact, he was always trying to figure out Murong Bai's tricks."

"How is the result?"

"As I expected, within a hundred rounds, Murong Bai will definitely show his fourth flaw." Jin Fuyu said with a smile, "That will also be the time when the winner will be revealed."

……

"Mr. Murong's spear skills have become more advanced than three years ago." Abbot Xuanming said with regret, "With his current martial arts skills, he should have shined at the martial arts conference. But unexpectedly, his first opponent turned out to be Mr. Wu."

Wu Chan was puzzled and asked, "Abbot, I see that Donor Murong's spear skills are natural and pure as fire. I wonder how he is inferior to Donor Wu?"

"Compared to Donor Wu, Donor Murong was too impatient in his moves. Some of his moves were too quick, thus neglecting accuracy and strength. Although in general sparring, most of the moves that flashed by were not worth mentioning, or even unnoticed. But in a duel between masters, these fleeting flaws are the key to life and death. This is the difference in moves." Xuanming explained, "In addition, there is also a big gap in the internal strength of the two."

"Inner power?"

"That's right!" Xuan Ming nodded and said, "Senior Brother Xuan Hai once mentioned that among the young masters of the current Jianghu, there are many who are 'strong' in terms of internal strength, but there are only a handful who are 'deep'. Among them, you and Donor Wu are both outstanding."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chan was stunned and said in astonishment, "The abbot means that Mr. Wu's internal strength is not inferior to that of my disciple?"

"Exactly."

……

In a trance, Wu Shuang and Murong Bai had been fighting for more than eighty rounds on the sword-fighting arena.

During this period, Murong Bai continued to attack and almost kept suppressing Wu Shuang.

On the other hand, Wu Shuang did not seem to be in a hurry to end the competition. Under the terrifying threat of the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Spear, he attacked and defended in an orderly manner, advanced and retreated calmly, and fought neither impatiently nor anxiously, and even seemed to be at ease.

"bass!"

In the 90th round, Murong Bai made a feint and dodged Wu Shuang's blade. In mid-air, he made a beautiful comeback and hit Wu Shuang's neck.

Unexpectedly, Wu Shuang was prepared. He leaned back instantly, and the scimitar blocked the silver spear's path, making a sharp golden sound. Then, he tapped the ground with his feet, and flew up like an arrow, heading straight for Murong Bai.

At the same time, the scimitar and the silver spear rubbed against each other, accompanied by a sharp and piercing sound, dazzling sparks burst out between the sword and the spear, causing exclamations from the surroundings.

In a flash, Wu Shuang's sharp and swift scimitar had reached the end of the gun, and Murong Bai's hands retreated again and again on the gun barrel. At this moment, he seemed to have no way to retreat.

In desperation, Murong Bai had to give up the silver spear to save his hands from being chopped off. At the same time, he stepped into the air and retreated quickly to avoid Wu Shuang's pursuit.

Wu Shuang did not give Murong Bai any chance to breathe. He swung his sword and knocked the silver spear high into the air. At the same time, his body suddenly stopped in mid-air and he immediately turned into a fierce ghost and killed Murong Bai on the head in a blink of an eye.

The cold scimitar reflected faint light in the sunlight. Wu Shuang was on high ground and took the initiative.

At this moment, Murong Bai was trapped in mid-air with no room to fight back or dodge. After struggling in vain, he could only stare with his eyes wide open, with a stubborn look of refusing to surrender, waiting for Wu to raise his sword and end his life.

However, Wu Shuang did not kill him. Instead, he put away his knife, tilted his body, and kicked Murong Bai twice in succession, hitting him hard in the chest. His body was thrown far out of the sword-fighting arena like a kite with a broken string, and fell into the crowd.

"Whoosh!"

After repelling Murong Bai, Wu Shuang flashed across the sword-fly arena like a dragonfly skimming the water, and instantly rushed to the side of the silver spear. He raised his foot and kicked it. The silver spear that had lost its owner was like a shaky lonely star, it flew across the air desolately, and with a "clang" sound, it was deeply embedded in the rubble.

In an instant, the noise all around died down and the whole place became dead silent.

Murong Bai struggled to get up, ignoring his own injuries and the dissuasion of his disciples, and wanted to draw his gun to fight again, but was stopped by Luo Tianjin.

“It is not shameful to lose. But it is shameful to refuse to admit defeat.”

After saying that, Luo Tianjin suddenly stood up amidst a complicated gaze and bowed to Wu Shuang who was standing on the sword-discussing stage with a knife in his hand.

"Young Master Wu is worthy of being the leader of the Dragon Elephant Ranking. He was able to defeat 'Snow-clad Silver Dragon' Murong Bai so easily. I admire you!"

Seeing this, Xu Qingnian, who was sitting far away, slowly stood up and announced loudly to the crowd who were looking at each other in bewilderment: "Young Master Wu, the first battle is a victory!"

……

　Unparalleled in the world, for whom are you here?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)