Chapter 317

Chapter 317: You Win

“Wh-why does this guy have so many bizarre techniques?”

The beastkin man kept cursing in his mind.

“Clang!”

At that very moment, Ming switched to a two-handed grip on his sword and swung it down with great force towards the beastkin man.

The beastkin man blocked with his large blade.

This single strike made the beastkin man’s arms go numb.

Normally, beastkin cultivators are physically stronger than human cultivators.

But compared to the human before him, this man seemed more like a young ferocious beast from ancient times.

“Roaaar!”

Seeing its master in danger, the kylin immediately pounced toward Ming.

Ming had already experienced the brute strength of this kylin—it was indeed absurdly powerful.

But Ming wasn’t the least bit worried.

Clearly, after emerging from the scroll magic array, the kylin’s attacks were becoming weaker and weaker.

After all, the kylin was merely an illusory construct created by the array—not a physical being.

Ming freed his hand and slashed his sword at the kylin! “Roaaar!” The kylin was struck by Ming’s sword and instantly exploded into a mist of thunder, dispersing across the sky.

“Boom!”

The beastkin man plummeted heavily from a hundred-meter-tall tree, creating a massive crater upon impact.

Behind the beastkin man, a deep sword mark remained on the ground.

As the beastkin man struggled back to his feet, Ming once again lunged at the Northern Wilderness man with his sword.

Ming’s longsword clashed against the opponent’s spear technique.

Both Ming and the Northern Wilderness man felt a flicker of surprise.

Ming was astonished by the cleverness of the other’s spearplay.

On the other hand, the opponent marveled at Ming’s understanding of the Sword Dao and the precision of every slash!

“Ching!”

Believing they’d found each other’s defensive gaps, both simultaneously thrust their weapons forward.

However, the spear tip and the sword tip collided directly, sending ripples of spiritual energy rippling through the air.

Both men’s tiger mouths trembled as they loosened their grips on their weapons before regripping them tightly, standing apart on opposite tree branches.

Ming stared at the refined-looking Northern Wilderness man before him, who somewhat resembled a scholarly gentleman, his expression growing serious.

The opponent was strong.

And at the same cultivation level as himself.

This man was the strongest of all those he had ever encountered at the same level.

Ming wasn’t even confident whether he could defeat this person.

“Could you be Yang Yang?” Ming asked.

It wasn’t arrogance; in Ming’s view, there were extremely few men among his peers who could fight him to this extent and still hold even the slightest advantage.

Yang Yang nodded faintly. “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Xu Ming, correct?”

Ming replied calmly, “Indeed. I didn’t expect to be remembered by someone like you.”

Yang Yang praised, “You’re strong—the strongest among all the peers I’ve fought. No exceptions.”

Ming chuckled. “To receive recognition from the top-ranked individual on the Azurecloud List is truly an honor for me.”

Actually, Ming had already begun to understand why so many people mentioned the first place on the Azurecloud List with an expression of ‘once-in-a-millennium’.

This person was truly strong—very, very strong. Only by activating the Dao Pattern Eye and Blood Qi Berserk could he barely match the opponent evenly, yet it was clear the other still had hidden cards up his sleeve.

Moreover, his current achievements were fundamentally due to having a system.

Because of the system, he could reach this height.

But for Yang Yang, he relied purely on talent.

People always called him a monster.

But in Ming’s eyes, this person was an even bigger monster.

Also, this guy looked way too refined and handsome, even surpassing most women in beauty.

If placed in a Qinglou, he would undoubtedly be the top-class dandy.

And this person was from the Northern Wilderness.

The Central Plains often referred to Northern Wilderness people as ‘barbarians’.

So aside from his clothing, in Ming’s heart, this person was far from the image of a ‘barbarian’.

“Is the main fruit of the Blood Bodhi important to you?” Yang Yang asked.

Ming laughed lightly, feeling the question was redundant. “Isn’t the Blood Bodhi main fruit important to you?”

“Hmm.” Yang Yang nodded. “Not particularly. It’s just that when I occasionally come across good things, I want to take them.”

“Ah.” Ming tightened his grip on the longsword, continuously building up his sword momentum.

“You’re really skilled,” Yang Yang suddenly complimented.

Ming responded calmly, “Thank you for the praise, you’re not bad either.”

Yang Yang glanced around; more cultivators were gathering, eyeing them greedily. “I’d like to have a full-out battle with you, but in the end, we might both end up letting these mediocre ones snatch our fruits. If you can block my spear, I won’t compete with you anymore. What do you think?”

“Please,” Ming gestured with a polite motion.

Yang Yang nodded, then gripped his spear as if preparing to throw a javelin.

The gun intent in Yang Yang’s hand grew increasingly intense, reminding Ming of a certain senior he met at Three Stone Peak.

But Ming wasn’t surprised—Yang Yang’s future accomplishments would definitely surpass that senior.

When the gun intent in Yang Yang’s hand reached its peak, the space around the spear began to resonate violently.

Yang Yang threw his spear with all his might, the white spear transforming into a streak of white light! Meanwhile, Ming, who was already prepared, pushed his sword intent to its zenith.

Ming unleashed the Grass Character Sword Technique! Simultaneously triggering the power of the “Ten Thunder Heart Sutra.”

Ming’s sword qi was interwoven with the might of thunder!

“Boom!”

Ming’s longsword struck the spear, sending violent waves of spiritual energy scattering everywhere.

“Zing!”

With a ringing sound of the sword, Ming skillfully used a sword maneuver, casually deflecting the spear, which embedded itself in front of the beastkin man.

The wind stirred by the spear continuously blew through the beastkin man’s hair.

Everyone else on the mountain peak except the beastkin man and Shixin felt their legs weaken, knees buckling as they collapsed onto the ground.

Yang Yang calmly looked at Ming standing before him.

Blood flowed from Ming’s right hand gripping the sword, sliding down the blade and slowly dripping to the ground.

“You win.”

Yang Yang spoke indifferently, leaping down from the tree, walking to the beastkin man, pulling out his spear, and heading straight down the mountain.