Volume Two: Emerging Talents Chapter 62: Conspiracy (3)

Sword light rampaged, icy cold radiated, and Wu Jian’s mastery of the sword was now countless times stronger than when they first met. His understanding of swordsmanship had grown deeper and more profound. Facing Wu Jian, whose strength rivaled that of the Profound Realm, he dared not take any chances. Gripping the Starfall Blade, he activated the Berserk Demon Physique immediately.

His power soared, drawing astonished gazes from all around, as if everyone had seen a ghost.

“Damn, I’ve long heard that Beihai Qin Yang possesses a technique to boost combat strength, but I never expected it to be so fierce.”

“Looks like he never fought us with his full strength before.”

The crowd murmured thoughtfully, especially Yu Chen, whose heart burned with boundless fury. This was supposed to be his moment to shine, but first Wu Jian disrupted it, and now Qin Yang had appeared.

His twisted mind obliterated all reason, blaming Zhang Kuang and Qin Yang for everything. Of course, he cursed Wu Jian as well.

He had fought with full force, yet always kept a trump card—a survival tactic, and a deadly hidden weapon. Glancing at Zhang Kuang and Leng Qianyou nearby, he mused: if he could keep all these people here, he would surely become the leader of the Four Heroes, the only true luminary.

In the world of martial artists, only the victors are remembered. Later, he could share a little of the spoils; those so-called powerful factions would surely reconcile.

He had long handled family affairs and understood these matters perfectly.

And then, there was the Enlightenment Fruit above. He licked his lips, suppressing his greed. With everyone’s attention still fixed here, he couldn’t make a move, lest he incur the wrath of the crowd and face their collective assault—a risk not worth taking.

Now, he could only wait for the right moment, seize the Enlightenment Fruit swiftly, and escape. By then, with the world vast and the emperor far away, he could quietly amass wealth. Once his martial path was accomplished, who would remember his former self?

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Suddenly, he noticed Zhang Kuang and Leng Qianyou staring at him. His expression hardened, and he looked at the battle below with a heavy heart.

“Just as Qin Yang said,” Zhang Kuang thought to himself, paying Yu Chen no heed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wu Jian abandoned all other Daos, advancing fiercely with swordsmanship, comprehending a singular Dao intent that kept him focused. On the path of the sword, he had left his peers far behind.

Now, Qin Yang activated the second mode of the Berserk Demon Physique. Though his body was incredibly tough, facing the modified Wu Jian, he struggled to keep up.

Qin Yang’s body was knocked back, retreating several steps. Wu Jian’s physique was like adamantine; even when struck by the Starfall Blade, he was not seriously injured.

Narrowing his eyes, Qin Yang pondered his next move.

Moreover, the Berserk Demon Physique in its second mode had a time limit. If prolonged, his body would not withstand it.

A brutal glint flashed in his eyes.

The Gale Blade technique had speed but lacked power; Blood Demon Slash was powerful but too slow to charge. Now, it was time to use a new martial skill.

Thunder Blade Scripture.

An advanced technique, the blade art comprised seven stages, supporting him to reach the Profound Realm. Only at that level could the Thunder Battle Blade’s power be fully unleashed.

Thunder Shadow Skill was the precursor to Thunder Motion Three Thousand, which had been adapted from it.

Swish, swish... Sharp sword light swept by; Wu Jian’s sword struck directly at Qin Yang—no, it hit a shadow.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, fascinated by Qin Yang’s mysterious martial arts.

Leng Qianyou stared at the man below, her fighting spirit surging. The opponent was like a riddle; no one knew his trump cards, nor where his limits lay.

His face pale, Qin Yang kept retreating, but his eyes burned with fierce flames. Several kinds of Dao intent fused completely, transforming into thunder power that flooded into the Starfall Blade.

He was overjoyed; he hadn’t expected the other Dao intents to be so effective in this critical moment.

Thunder Blade Scripture—First Blade: Thunder.

The entire sky was engulfed by thunder, like a sea of lightning, its terrifying might flashing everywhere.

Crackling.

Thunder power wrapped around Qin Yang, countless bolts surging down his arms into the Starfall Blade. The once dull blade now gleamed with a faint light.

“Damn, the Starfall Blade has finally been activated?”

The crowd’s eyes widened in shock. This was the blade Chen Tian had studied for years, never able to unlock it. Why could Qin Yang now wield it?

Everyone stared at him feverishly. At this moment, Qin Yang seemed to be a walking treasury.

Mysterious martial arts abounded.

Now, coupled with the priceless Starfall Blade.

If anyone captured Qin Yang, their future would be secure. If they obtained his mysterious martial arts, they could become the new leader of the ancient martial world.

His aura surged, as if he could swallow mountains and rivers. Everyone was captivated by the spectacle; Yu Chen quietly retreated.

Watching the engrossed crowd, he sneered, “Idiots, instead of fighting for the Enlightenment Fruit, you stand here watching others battle. What’s the point?”

Yu Chen didn’t notice that after he left, Zhang Kuang’s lips curled into a cold smile.

Did he really think others were fools?

If the Enlightenment Fruit were so easy to get, would it fall to him?

Though this was part of the plan he and Zhang Kuang had devised—to lure Yu Chen into approaching the Blood Infant Fruit, so the figures behind the scenes would appear.

Only then would they have a chance; otherwise, if the hidden masters didn’t show themselves, they would never get the Blood Infant Fruit.

And Zhang Kuang was human, not divine; he truly didn’t know when Yu Chen would act.

At this moment, he was locked in a bloody battle, unable to spare attention.

His gaze fixed on Wu Jian; dragging the Starfall Blade, he approached step by step. To everyone else, his movements seemed slow.

But Wu Jian didn’t see it that way. With Nine Steps Shatter Heaven, his momentum surged again.

He planned to press on and defeat Wu Jian in one go, because his body was at its limit; continuing would surely lead to self-destruction.

This vibrant world—he hadn’t enjoyed it enough, and didn’t wish to leave so soon.

He thought of his parents and sister in Beihai, and Su Ying, Wu Yaoyao, Zhang Mengqi in Bincheng, even recalling the Demoness.

Who knew where that madwoman was now?

Thunder!

With a deep shout, he erupted, his figure vanishing instantaneously, appearing beside Wu Jian, both hands gripping the Starfall Blade, his face twisted with ferocity.

His eyes brimmed with murderous intent.

Slash!

What?

How could it be so fast?

Am I dreaming? A hundred meters, one stride, and he’s there.

Such martial skill—I want to learn it too, damn it.

Beside him, someone scoffed, “Stop dreaming. This kind of technique rivals divine abilities. Unless you’re Qin Yang’s son, you’ll never have such luck.”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions thundered, terrifying smoke and dust billowed, obscuring everyone’s vision. They craned their necks, eager to see inside, but to their disappointment, nothing could be seen.

“Get out!”

Just as everyone searched for Qin Yang, a terrifying voice rang out. Yu Chen, who had climbed the Enlightenment Tree, was knocked away like a severed kite, blood spraying wildly.

A figure floated in the air, clad in black robes, eyes sharp, his withered skin radiating a fierce aura.

He stood motionless, his oppressive presence making it hard for anyone to breathe.

Especially his gaze, even sharper and deeper—as if a glance could ensnare all.

Three-Eyed Evil King.

A deep voice echoed; it was unmistakably Chen Tian, and faces lit up with joy.

“Three-Eyed Evil King, you are truly a demon, sacrificing countless martial artists to refine the Blood Infant Fruit for your own selfish desires. Today, I will slay you.”

“Blood Infant Fruit? What is that?”

“Looks like these aren’t Enlightenment Fruits, but Blood Infant Fruits instead.”

The crowd discussed anxiously, glancing at Chen Tian with concern.

“Hahaha, the Blue-Winged Bat King is dead, and now the White-Browed Eagle King is likely dead as well. What, did he transfer his power to you?” the Three-Eyed Evil King inquired.

“Or do you think advancing to Profound Mid-Stage qualifies you to oppose me?”

“You’re too inexperienced.”

“Try it and see,” Chen Tian replied, charging at the Three-Eyed Evil King, and battle erupted instantly.