boyutpedia Chapter 10 Hardcore Battle Against a Grandmaster
Chapter 10 Hardcore Battle Against a Grandmaster
Below the Grandmaster level, I am invincible; above the Grandmaster level, I am one for one.
Qingxuan would never believe Chu Sheng's nonsense. Every martial artist in the Jianghu knows that the gap between a ninth-rank martial artist and a grandmaster is an insurmountable chasm.
Some people are stuck at the ninth rank of martial artist in their entire lives, unable to make any further progress, and can only look on with envy at the grandmaster.
In the end, it turned into a handful of yellow earth.
In the martial arts world, there has never been a precedent of a ninth-rank martial artist contending with a grandmaster.
Qingxuan naturally didn't believe that Chu Sheng could do it. Although Chu Sheng's internal energy was strange and had a suppressive effect on his cold internal energy, the difference in their cultivation levels gave him an advantage.
He channeled his inner energy into a powerful aura, which swirled around his body, and said, "Master Chu, I know you are at the peak of the ninth rank, a half-step Grandmaster, but in the end you failed to step into the Grandmaster realm."
"In the path of martial arts, a slight difference can lead to a huge error."
"We'll crush your bones inch by inch."
At this moment, Chu Sheng glared angrily, his eyes flashing with killing intent, the sharp killing aura almost tangible. This was the first time he had ever harbored murderous intent towards someone.
He was very familiar with the Bone-Melting and Acupoint-Sealing Palm technique.
Back then, his master's cargo was stolen, and he was seriously injured because he was hit by the Bone-Melting and Acupoint-Sealing Palm. Therefore, the person who defeated his master back then should be Qingxuan, or at least have some connection with him.
"You're the one who injured my master, and you were the one who robbed that shipment three years ago, weren't you?"
Qingxuan lowered his eyes and looked over. "Guess!"
Chu Sheng said, "Will you guess or not?"
He was now certain that his master's injuries were inextricably linked to Qingxuan, and the contents of the letter his master left him before his death mentioned that he should not get involved in matters of the imperial court.
This is enough to show that the person who made the move back then was a powerful figure in the imperial court.
All signs indicate that Qingxuan perfectly fits this character profile.
Since he was unwilling to admit it, Chu Sheng was not in a hurry. He would wait until he defeated him and then find a way to make him talk.
Qingxuan was horrified when he realized that Chu Sheng had murderous intent towards him. A ninth-rank martial artist was like a firefly looking into a cold abyss in front of him. How dare Chu Sheng think of killing him?
His fierce and sharp aura cannot be faked.
A figure suddenly rushed forward, the Heavenly Tyrant Blade whistling as it cleaved down, shattering space. Qingxuan remained calm and composed, his figure ethereal and unpredictable, his sleeves fluttering as a chilling aura surged forth and a yin wind howled.
With a flick of his fingertips, he effortlessly deflected Chu Sheng's attack from the Heavenly Tyrant Blade.
Is this the power of a grandmaster?
Faced with the fierce attack of Chu Sheng's Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique, he directly used the Dragon Dance technique, his blade energy piercing through the air, yet he couldn't harm Chu Sheng in the slightest.
Chu Sheng retreated, looking warily at Qing Xuan. His palm strike did not produce a deafening roar, but it was wrapped in a bone-corroding cold poison. The cold air could penetrate the skin and enter the veins, freezing the flesh and blood, sealing the meridians, and freezing the blood and qi of the whole body in an instant.
The martial arts style is unpredictable and subtle, with vicious and cunning moves that specifically target and break through a person's meridians and acupoints, thus countering all other masculine martial arts.
Unfortunately, when faced with the Nine Yang Divine Skill, even the strongest Yin-cold martial arts would be defeated. With his internal energy overwhelming, Qingxuan frowned slightly, puzzled as to why, despite his frequent use of trump cards, he still couldn't defeat Chu Sheng.
The next second, a soft sword appeared in his hand, and the cold sword energy surged like a tide, enveloping Chu Sheng and instantly engulfing him.
The figure suddenly moved forward, his toes barely touching the ground without raising any dust. Sword energy crisscrossed in the air. Watching Chu Sheng's retreating figure, a smile appeared on his pale face.
"You mere ninth-rank ant dare to fight me? I've been a Grandmaster for thirty years, and I've killed countless ninth-rank martial artists. You, a mere peak mortal, are you worthy to brandish your sword and spear in front of me?"
Seeing Chu Sheng fall into a disadvantageous position, Li Anlan and the other two looked extremely nervous, knowing that he had done his best, but a ninth-grade martial artist could never be a match for a grandmaster.
It is said that the mortal realm is beyond the eyes of a grandmaster, and the ninth rank can never cross the grandmaster's chasm.
This statement is absolutely true.
"Is Master Chu going to lose?"
Following the sound, Qingfeng Daoren looked over and said to Li Kuang, "Look at you, so anxious. Master Chu has been fighting with a Grandmaster for so long and hasn't shown any signs of defeat. People say that mortal martial artists can't compete with Grandmasters, but that's not necessarily true."
"Master Chu might be able to refute this claim."
"Really?" Li Kuang scratched his head, feeling like he'd finally grown a brain. "Taoist, I'm not well-educated, don't try to fool me."
Qingfeng Daoist watched the battle on the wilderness. "Although my cultivation is not good, I am very good at judging people. So far, Master Chu's attacks have not shown any flaws. It can be seen that he is very confident."
Li Anlan chimed in, "I also believe he can do it!"
Sand and stones swirled across the desolate landscape. Chu Sheng's figure retreated under the chilling sword energy. Qing Xuan, confident in his superior position, ruthlessly mocked, "Chu Sheng, do you now understand the difference between a ninth-grade martial artist and a grandmaster?"
"Our home is an insurmountable mountain for you."
"No one in the martial arts world has ever been able to kill a Grandmaster in the mortal realm. They can't do it, and you certainly can't."
"Is that so?" Chu Sheng looked in the direction of the voice, his gaze as firm as iron. "Today, I, Chu Sheng, will shatter conventional wisdom."
"Let the world know that even a ninth-rank official can kill a grandmaster."
"So what if you're a grandmaster? A high level of skill doesn't mean you're tough."
"The Tenth Form of the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique: Return to One!"
Qingxuan watched the Heavenly Tyrant Blade swirling wildly and smiled mockingly, "Saint Chu, is the tenth move of the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique your strongest trump card?"
"The sword energy has been unified, which is interesting, but it's still not strong enough. It's far from enough to kill us."
The soft sword danced in the air, its chilling internal energy swirling like a storm, like a dark serpent rushing out to meet the Guiyi Blade's light. A thunderous roar resounded, and pillars of earth shot straight up.
Qingxuan stood within the inner energy barrier, his expression mocking, "You've only got three tricks up your sleeve. Prepare to die!"
Knowing that Chu Sheng had exhausted all his tricks, Qing Xuan drew his sword and charged out, his cunning and insidious sword moves landing on Chu Sheng.
A sky full of sword energy enveloped Chu Sheng, and he knew it was all over.
Chu Sheng slowly steadied himself, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he looked at Qing Xuan. His voice boomed like thunder, "Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique, Eleventh Form: Heavenly Wrath!"
The Heavenly Overlord Blade slashed down, instantly filling the sky with blade light, spreading crimson flames across the land, and enveloping the entire wilderness in a murderous aura.
With a single strike, the world changed color.
The winds and clouds surged in the heavens, and this strike seemed to gather the power of heaven and earth together.
Qingxuan's forward-moving figure came to an abrupt halt. He looked at Chu Sheng in astonishment and panic, his voice trembling slightly, "The Eleventh Form of the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique, Heavenly Wrath?"
"That's not right. Everyone knows that the Chaotic Heaven Blade Technique only has ten forms. Where did these eleven forms come from?"
"Is the power of a single strike truly so terrifying?"
He was horrified and panicked. The power of that knife made him feel like his liver and gallbladder were about to shatter, and he felt extremely dangerous.
Even a master swordsman could not unleash such terrifying sword energy, merging the power of heaven and earth with the sword's aura—this is a sword technique that only a human could wield.
Qingxuan swung his sword to block, but the soft sword was as brittle as a wooden stick under the Heavenly Wrath Blade Technique. The longsword broke, and the blade's edge struck him hard, sending him flying.
With a loud crash, Qingxuan's figure slammed into the mountain not far away, and the mountain collapsed, burying him deep underground.
Won?
Li Anlan and the other two stared in disbelief. Chu Sheng had shattered the world's preconceived notions, showing everyone that there are no absolute realms in martial arts, and that even a ninth-rank martial artist can slay a grandmaster.