Chapter 428: Martial Arts Limit Clash

“All of you below the Martial Arts Peak Realm, fall back at once! It’s dangerous within three hundred meters!” the Martial Arts Venerable from the Three Swords Sect shouted.

He was still the acting Martial Arts Venerable of the Martial Arts Grand Ceremony, so he had the authority to manage the entire event.

When experts of the Martial Arts Limit Realm clashed, the power they generated was terrifying. If any weaker Cultivators were too close, they would surely be caught in the aftermath and could even be killed.

“Sect Leader Han, our grandmaster is already on his way,” a nearby Wudang Disciple reported.

“No need,” Han Hao said confidently.

“Heh, Han Hao, I’d advise you to wait until your grandmaster gets here. With your paltry skills, you’re no match for me,” Shadow Blade of Blood Blade Manor sneered, killing intent raging in his eyes.

“Shadow Blade, enough of your arrogance! Die!” Wudang’s Sect Leader, Han Hao, charged forward, sword in hand.

As the longsword in his hand quivered, Sword Qi shot out in all directions with a piercing whistle.

The sight would have sent anyone else reeling back several meters in fright.

“Heh, men of the Wudang Sect. It’s about time I collected some interest,” Shadow Blade of Blood Blade Manor sneered. His smile sent a chill down the spines of many in the crowd.

It was a coldness that rose from within, making them tremble to their very core.

Both men were experts of the Martial Arts Limit, and they struck with absolute decisiveness. The moment their auras flared, they stunned a crowd of Cultivators. Even those in the Foundation Establishment Realm felt the sheer terror and trembled uncontrollably.

They had only exchanged a handful of moves, yet the entire fighting stage was already covered in fractures, the sound of cracking filling the air.

‘No way…’

‘How long have they been fighting? The stage is already about to break?’

Many Cultivators were deeply shaken, their eyes revealing nothing but pure horror.

BOOM!

Then, the entire fighting stage shattered. Countless stone fragments shot out like cannonballs. Anyone hit by them would undoubtedly suffer internal injuries and broken bones.

“Damn, good thing they made us move back! We would’ve been toast!” a Cultivator exclaimed, his face filled with the relief of having survived a catastrophe.

Next, a torrent of blade glints and Sword Qi surged forth, blasting outwards for tens of meters.

The scene was terrifyingly intense, striking fear into everyone’s hearts.

The two of them fought with reckless abandon, as if they wouldn’t stop until one of them was dead.

With the stage destroyed, the two combatants exchanged a dozen more blows in mid-air.

Upon reaching the Martial Arts Limit, one could leverage the air itself to fight. Although it was only for a short period—perhaps a few breaths, or a dozen at most—it was still a shocking feat.

It was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, like watching gods fight.

If any ordinary person were to witness this, they would likely rub their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.

Some twenty minutes later, the two were still fighting fiercely with no signs of stopping, as if they possessed an endless supply of stamina.

The fighting stage was completely destroyed, and the ground below was gouged with innumerable marks from their blades, leaving the area in ruins.

“My God, is this the power of a Martial Arts Limit expert?” Su Miaoke was stunned.

“Yes. And they’re still just testing the waters. The Wudang Sect Leader is in some trouble. Shadow Blade from Blood Blade Manor is slightly stronger, mainly due to his speed. Not only are his attacks fast, but his Body Skill is also unpredictable.”

“So, if this drags on, the Wudang Sect Leader won’t be able to hold out. He’s already being suppressed,” Chu Feng said.

‘Judging by the power the Wudang Sect Leader has shown so far, he’s at a clear disadvantage. It’s only a matter of time before he loses the match.’

‘Still, to have become the Sect Leader of Wudang, he must be powerful in his own right. He probably has a trump card he hasn’t played yet, which would explain why he seems so composed.’

‘Furthermore, when his longsword meets the other’s short blade, his opponent’s speed is so great that he seems unable to completely fend him off.’

“Sect Leader, take this spear!” At that moment, a Wudang Disciple below the stage, having seen the issue, threw a long spear to Han Hao.

A spear was considerably longer than a sword, which would prevent Shadow Blade of Blood Blade Manor from getting close enough for a face-to-face assault.

That way, no matter how fast Shadow Blade’s attacks were, he would still be suppressed.

It was actually very difficult for experts of the Martial Arts Limit to determine a victor. Once someone reached this level, the power gap between them and their peers was often negligible, and it became exceedingly hard to improve any further.

Therefore, victory often came down to a comparison of moves, Cultivation Techniques, or the richness of one’s Spiritual Power.

However, when it came to the depth of their Spiritual Power, Shadow Blade of Blood Blade Manor was clearly a cut above.

Their battle raged on until nightfall, as if they both had an inexhaustible well of energy. The spectators all kept their distance, daring only to watch from afar.

The only ones who dared to watch up close were, naturally, Cultivators at the Martial Arts Peak Realm.

“They’ve been fighting for so long, why hasn’t a winner been decided? Who do you think will win?” Su Miaoke asked, a little curious. She was getting confused watching them; it seemed the longer they fought, the more fired up they became.

“It’s hard to say. Both have a chance to win. Overall, Shadow Blade of Blood Blade Manor’s probability is just a tiny bit higher, but it won’t be that simple for him to actually secure a victory,” Chu Feng said.