bayedsolid Chapter 663 Fame Spreads Throughout the World 11
Chapter 663 Fame Spreads Throughout the World 11
The stage was a mess, with the banners covering Lei Baisheng's screaming and struggling like blood. The Shadow Serpent's attack missed, and its venomous threads instantly retreated into the shadows and disappeared without a trace.
Xu Bao gripped the nearly out-of-control short stick, staring at Yun Chu with suspicion and uncertainty.
The chaos in the audience was quickly replaced by a brief moment of shock. Everyone had seen it clearly:
A figure in azure blue, amidst a crowd of heroes and lurking dangers on the arena, cleaved the ground and shattered the venomous silk of the Shadow Serpent with a single sword strike. With a nimble spin, he dodged the deadly poison needles. With a slanted slash, he forced back the infamous Iron Hawk. With another horizontal slash, he withstood the mountain-like pressure of the four Xuan Guards, single-handedly holding back the collapsing crisis!
His swordsmanship was exquisite, his internal strength was powerful, and his adaptability was unpredictable, like a piece of ice jade suddenly thrown into the turbid world, clear and dazzling!
The girl in green, who was originally lost in the crowd, now stood with her sword on the broken bricks at the center of the arena, her body surrounded by an icy, snow-covered zone.
The tip of the Cold Moon Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and a drop of viscous, foul blood slowly slid down the dark blue blade.
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(Below the sword-fighting platform)
"Cloud-Piercing Sword... Shatters the Shadow Serpent's Venomous Threads!"
"Using minimal force to deflect a great weight! To actually use soft power to counter the Xuanwei's charge? What kind of technique is this?"
"Such powerful internal energy! She withstood the black iron armor without her sword breaking! Is she made of iron?"
Blood dripped from the tip of the Cold Moon Sword, splashing tiny, dark patterns on the shattered bluestone slab.
The arena was deathly silent.
The golden eagle flag draped over Lei Baisheng still trembled, and the stench of the venomous snakes still emanated from the holes in the flag cloth.
Xu Bao's knuckles were clenched so tightly that they turned white, and the horror in his eyes had not subsided; the arm guards of the four Xuan Guards hummed, and their postures as they collided with each other were awkward and stiff, and none of them dared to take another step.
In the heart of this frozen battlefield, Yun Chu sheathed her sword.
Her movements were so fast they left only afterimages—the cold moon sheathed itself, the black iron gleaming coldly. She slightly shifted her body and took a step forward.
The ground they stepped on wasn't solid bricks, but rather a patch of sharp, flying rubble that had just exploded and was suspended in mid-air!
Before the rubble could settle due to the internal force, she used the slight recoil force by tapping it with her toes!
call out!
His figure shot up like an arrow, not flying across the flat ground, but rising almost vertically from the ground!
Like a wisp of azure cloud stretched by a strong wind, piercing straight into the clear sunlight hanging high in the sky!
Its speed far exceeded the limits of the "walking on water" lightness skill as known by people in the martial arts world!
Chase?
The several gazes below, intent on locking onto her—Xu Bao's ferocity, Xuan Wei's composure, and even a few cold, probing glances cast from the distant eaves—only caught a suddenly elongated and fading blue streak in her field of vision.
The mark lingered on the retina for only a moment before completely dissolving in the dazzling sunlight and disappearing without a trace.
It was so fast, it was like an illusion, so fast that it violated the principles of lightness techniques!
On the now-fallen arena, only a mess of blood, groans of the wounded, and the tattered golden eagle flag remain.
"What about people?!"
"Chase! Chase quickly!" Several martial arts practitioners and Xuanwei subordinates, skilled in light-footed techniques, leaped to give chase, but looked around in bewilderment, finding the surrounding area empty and nowhere to be found.
at this time--
"Look!" A cry of surprise pointed to the eastern edge of the arena, to the area of blue bricks shattered by Yun Chu's earth-shattering sword strike.
In the center of a relatively intact broken brick, four large characters were clearly engraved—
The Heavenly Swordswoman
The strokes are sharp and swift, like a sword cutting through the stone, penetrating more than three inches into the rock. A lingering, sharp energy subtly flows between the characters, cold and intimidating.
Each stroke is unadorned, purely the natural trace left by the instantaneous burst of sword energy, carrying a kind of indifference that looks down upon all living beings.
The last stroke of the character "侠" (xia, meaning chivalry/martial arts) precisely sliced through a small section of brick that had been pierced by the poisoned needle, completely dissecting the dark blue mark left by the deadly poison and revealing the clean stone interior.
Four characters, one name.
He broke the deadlock with the force of a thunderbolt, left his mark with a sword that could shatter rocks and shatter gold, and then vanished with unpredictable speed. Not a single word was uttered.
The wind swept across the arena, carrying the scent of blood and dust, and also stirred the broken flag ropes hanging alone in the air.
The golden eagle fell to the dust, but the words "Heavenly Secret" shone brightly on the broken bricks.
Half a day later, the entire city of Zhongzhou was like a pot of boiling oil, completely boiling over.
The phrase "Heavenly Swordswoman" spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys:
Amidst the clamor of the crowd: "One sword splits rocks and drives away a pack of wolves! Even Lei Baisheng's mountain-splitting arm couldn't withstand the Shadow Serpent Poison Line, which was completely deflected by her flying stone!"
The teahouse patron refilled his cup: "The nail-piercing needle flew past his face! He didn't even flinch! He turned around and almost shredded Xu Bao's iron rod!"
The martial arts world was horrified: "She directly confronted the Four Mystic Guards! A perfect blend of strength and gentleness! Didn't you see? The black iron arm armor even cracked! The Four Vajras were knocked off their feet by her strange force!"
The voice from the deep alley exclaimed in astonishment, "The most bizarre thing was that last move! 'Whoosh!'—the person shot straight into the sky and disappeared! This isn't just lightness skill; it's the work of a god!"
The city's hottest hub for all sorts of news, where storytellers spit as they speak:
"Back then! The flag fell like blood, covering the Thunder Tiger; venomous snakes and hidden arrows locked onto vital points! Just at this critical moment!" The gavel struck heavily, "and there appeared the Heavenly Strategist!"
The storyteller suddenly flicked his sleeve, mimicking the breathtaking sword strike: "A sword splits the earth, stirring up wind and clouds; flying stones collide with poison, saving the evil god!" The audience gasped.
"Turning around like a dragon in the cold moonlight, skillfully deflecting a leopard's weight of a thousand pounds!" The gesture of spinning and wielding the sword drew cheers from the crowd.
"Face the Iron Tower Guards!" He lowered his stance, thrusting out both fists as if to clash, "A perfect blend of strength and gentleness displays my divine power! The black armor shatters and the flames are sealed!" The audience was horrified.
"Finally!" The storyteller's voice suddenly rose, his fingertip slamming into the sky, "His name shatters on rocks, startling gods and ghosts; his body vanishes into the azure clouds, leaving no trace! Truly a dragon whose head appears but whose tail is never seen! From this moment on, the 'Heavenly Heroine' is renowned throughout the Central Plains, her fame soaring to the highest heavens!"
Every detail was constantly disseminated, amplified, and mythologized.
The broken blue brick engraved with "Heavenly Heroine" seemed to have become a sacred mark of some kind of miracle under the gaze of countless awe-inspiring and curious eyes.
That fleeting, azure figure that vanished completely into the sunlight has become an indelible, cold yet dazzling mark in the skies above the Central Plains.
His fame was already established, but his true self was already wandering alone in the dust and wind a hundred miles away.
The courtyard of the Tianji Sect, the hustle and bustle of Wuzhou City, and the swordplay at the Zhongzhou Sword Debate Platform have all vanished into dust beneath the hooves of horses thousands of miles away.
Three months is enough for the title of "Heavenly Heroine" to go from being a thunderclap in the Central Plains to becoming a legend in teahouses and taverns. It is also enough for a soul stripped of its emotions and left only with the imprint of its mission to silently arrive at the heart of the empire—the capital city.
The winds of the capital city carry the oppressive power of the emperor and the restless heat of extravagance, quite different from the atmosphere of the martial arts world, yet beneath the surface, even greater undercurrents and opportunities surge.
Yun Chu stood at a corner of the bustling Zhuque Street. He had changed from his light blue robes to a neat black outfit. His long hair was tied up with a jade crown. He was tall and straight, and his features were deliberately softened, blending into the ranks of ordinary, heroic young men.
The Cold Moon Sword at his waist was concealed within a simple sharkskin scabbard, its sharpness fully hidden.
"Famous throughout the world." The cold, golden words on the task panel floated in the sea of consciousness.
The reputation of Wuzhou as a chivalrous city and the awe-inspiring presence of Central China form the foundation.
But the grand event before her eyes—the national martial arts examination next March—was the place she had chosen to unleash a thunderous roar.
With the attention of thousands and direct access to the heavens, is there a faster ladder to heaven?
There are still four months until the martial arts examination. That's enough time for her to become familiar with the capital, integrate, and become a seemingly ordinary grain of sand.
With a slight thought, the notification of points deduction flashed by.
The disguise ability granted by the system operated silently, and the aura enveloping his entire body became even more ambiguous and neutral.
Unless there is a person with supernatural abilities or a cultivator of the same level who uses secret techniques to investigate, it is extremely difficult for ordinary people in this world to see through this perfect barrier made of energy.
On her identity document, her name had quietly changed to: Ling Han.