467 Flood of Sword Qi
“Three moves it is! As long as you can make me retreat more than a hundred feet within three moves, I’ll forget everything you’ve done. But if you can’t make me retreat more than a hundred feet, then you must pay the price for what you’ve done!”

Zhan Wushuang laughed and his tone was filled with confidence.

It was no wonder. Gu Xi was in the intermediate Saint stage, and Zhan Wushuang was in the intermediate Great Sage stage. There was a huge gap between the two!

There was a saying that went ‘Above the Saint stage, every minor realm could be said to be like a chasm, let alone an entire major realm’. The difference between the two was significant!

“Alright, since the Zhan Clan Master has spoken, as a junior, I naturally have no reason to refuse. But I hope that in front of so many people… When you lose later… Clan Master Zhan, you must keep your promise.”

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Gu Xi grinned, looking as confident as he was.

“A gentleman never goes back on his word,” Zhan Wushuang said indifferently and placed his hands behind his back. He continued in a casual manner, “Let’s start, don’t waste my time.”

Hearing this, Gu Xi’s expression gradually became serious, and the spiritual power flowing through his eight extraordinary meridians became more and more turbulent.

“I must win this bet!” Gu Xi stretched his body and took a deep breath.

He was clear that with Little Nine injured, and Zhan Wushuang in his peak condition, the chances of them leaving this place safely were close to zero. They would have to pay a bad price. This bet was their only and best chance to leave this place.

Such a rare opportunity must not be allowed to slip away so easily!

“Is this kid’s brain cramping? He actually dared to make a bet with Zhan Wushuang!”

“That’s right. With the difference in strength between the two of them, even if Gu Lan were to risk his life, he wouldn’t be able to force Zhan Wushuang to take half a step back, let alone a distance of a hundred feet.”

“This kid’s performance in the competition is indeed very eye-catching. He can be considered one of the biggest dark horses in this competition. His only weakness is that he’s too young.”

“He’s young and frivolous… It’s good to suffer a little loss.”

“Hahahaha, it’s said that suffering a loss is a blessing. However, if this loss is not handled properly, I’m afraid that I’ll even lose my little life. To actually dare to provoke the Zhan Clan, you must be tired of living.”

Seeing that Gu Xi agreed to the bet without any hesitation, the crowd not far away burst into disdainful discussions and ridicule. Many people secretly pointed at the people from the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion. Tong Shan and the others’ faces became ugly.

“Gu Lan, this brat …”

Tang Conglin looked at the slender figure in the air and frowned. He continued in a deep voice, “If this brat really loses his bet…”

“Then try to support him,” Tong Shan said in a deep voice.

Tang Conglin hesitated for a moment before he nodded. Even though he knew that this action of theirs might cause them to become enemies with the Zhan Clan, they would still have to pay a price if they wanted to bring Gu Xi, a young man with such rare talent, into their Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion camp. It was just a matter of whether they dared to pay the price.

In the air, Gu Xi was still standing against the wind. However, at this time, Little Nine had already retreated not far away, leaving the rest of the battle in Gu Xi’s hands.

Gu Xi’s right hand flipped, and a long sword quietly appeared in his hand. The sharp blade of the sword glowed with a dazzling cold light under the sunlight. At this time, the ordinary sword in his hand seemed to have become an unparalleled divine weapon.

Vaguely, there was a trace of sharp Sword Qi in the world, and the long sword began to tremble constantly. From the beginning to the end, Gu Xi had to pour spiritual power into his palm to hold the long sword firmly. With the passage of time, the Sword Qi in the world was multiplying, and one after another, the sharp Sword Qi drifted around Gu Xi’s body, tearing small cracks in the surrounding void.

All of this continued as Zhan Wushuang watched from not far away. He was still as calm as before. It was as though he did not care about the incoming attacks.

Until a certain moment, the long sword finally stopped trembling, and the Sword Qi around Gu Xi’s body had reached an amazing amount, so dense that even his figure was covered in it. The terrifying fluctuation made the people who were originally talking shut their mouths obediently.

From their point of view, Gu Xi agreeing to the bet was a very stupid act, but the terrifying Sword Qi sent chills down their backs just by looking at it, and it shocked them greatly. Many of the people present were in the intermediate Saint stage, and there were even a few who were close to the Great Saint stage. However, when they felt Gu Xi’s attack, they thought that they would not be able to launch such a terrifying attack when they were in the intermediate Saint stage!

“Then… Let’s have another sword strike.” Gu Xi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered.

The hand that was holding the hilt of the sword had been pierced by the sharp Sword Qi, and scarlet blood was constantly flowing from his palm, causing him heart-wrenching pain. However, he could not care so much at this time.

“Look carefully. This sword move of mine is called… the Sword Drawing Technique!”

Gu Xi’s voice suddenly rose, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand was raised high. Thousands of Sword Qi rang in unison, as if there were tens of thousands of real sharp swords!

In the next moment, the longsword slashed down at Zhan Wushuang’s position.

In the next moment, thousands of Sword Qi turned into a torrent of Sword Qi and whizzed out. The sound of the sword was a little harsh, and wherever it passed, it broke the void, leaving a black crack that was dozens of feet wide. From this, it could be seen that its power was extraordinary.

“What a terrifying spirit technique. From the looks of it, this kid didn’t use his full strength at all during the great competition!”

A middle-aged man in the crowd exclaimed as he looked at the tens of thousands of Sword Qis that formed a torrent of steel in the air.

He was not the only one. All the participants in the crowd who were similar in age to Gu Xi and came from various sects could not help but lower their heads in shame.

It was infuriating to compare with others. They might only be able to beat Gu Xi in terms of age, but in other aspects, they simply lost miserably.