The gleam of the blade!
Like a galaxy, a celestial river spread out in an instant, dazzling like jade!
The Dragging Saber Slash, it came swiftly, and vanished just as quickly!
In the blink of an eye, the blade light extinguished, and a three-pointed saber was placed against Zhang Feng's neck!
The bone-chilling cold made everyone in the spectator stands tremble.
It wasn't unheard of for someone at the third layer of Xiantian to defeat someone at the fourth, but everyone was stunned by Liao Hua's single strike.
Too fast, the momentum fierce!
In just one move, he defeated Zhang Feng, the former Prefect of Shu Commandery.
This was the first time many had seen Liao Hua up close.
How could such a formidable hero be willing to submit to Yang Hao, who was only at the Houtian realm?
"Hmph!"
"Nothing special, just a surprise attack that caught Zhang Feng off guard. If he were facing me, I would have surely slain Liao Hua with my sword!"
Bai Hong glanced at Liao Hua, who stood proudly on the arena.
Liao Hua sheathed his saber. "Patriarch Zhang, you were too kind!"
"Thank you, General Liao Hua, for showing mercy. I humbly admit defeat."
Zhang Feng looked at the saber in his hand. He had practiced diligently for decades, and only today had he glimpsed the true essence of the blade!
"Patriarch Zhang, you are too polite. I merely had the advantage of the first strike. If we had exchanged a few more blows, the outcome would have been uncertain!"
With that, he carried his three-pointed saber and descended from the arena.
"Your subordinate, Liao Hua, has not disgraced my mission!"
He said, kneeling on one knee before Yang Hao.
"General, please rise."
Liao Hua then stood behind Yang Hao.
The sight astonished the onlookers.
With one Liao Hua and one Zhu Sheng, and another silent man standing behind Yang Hao, whose presence alongside Liao Hua and Zhu Sheng indicated he was no ordinary individual!
With the first battle won, the Yang family and Zhang family's single match determined the outcome. Yang Hao successfully advanced to the finals. After a series of bouts among the four powers present,
The competition for the Prefect of Shu Commandery would be between the Wang family, the former overlords of Shu Commandery, and the recently rising star, Yang Hao.
For the first match of the finals, after much discussion and with Xu Ji's consent, the Wang family decided that Wang Shan would face Liao Hua.
"General Liao Hua will not win this match so easily."
Zhu Sheng watched the two on the arena and couldn't help but shake his head.
Wang Shan, like Zhang Feng, was at the fourth layer of Xiantian. However, Liao Hua's victory over Zhang Feng was due to him channeling all his Yuan force into his saber, concentrating his power.
His momentum had reached its peak.
After that previous battle, Wang Shan would not give General Liao Hua time to prepare.
In terms of both strength and Yuan force, Wang Shan held a clear advantage over Liao Hua.
On the arena, Wang Shan slightly raised his head and sneered at Liao Hua, "Liao Hua, you are quite good. I must admit you have some skill to have defeated Zhang Feng."
"However, I am not Zhang Feng. It will be impossible for you to gather your Yuan force for a full strike."
As he spoke, he extended his right hand, and layers of ice began to form.
"Mystic Jade Hand."
Wang Shan clenched his left fist, leaped forward, and rushed towards Liao Hua, who hadn't had time to react.
The bone-chilling cold seeped directly into Liao Hua's body.
"Hmph!"
Liao Hua snorted coldly and circulated his Yuan force to resist the invading chill.
"Hah!"
With a roaring cry, his sturdy arm swung his three-pointed saber, and with the force of Mount Tai descending, he struck down at Wang Shan.
"Crack... "
Wang Shan, using his Mystic Jade Hand, caught Liao Hua's three-pointed saber.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
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Dense cracks appeared on Wang Shan's right hand, spreading across his entire arm. Immense force transmitted from his right hand, numbing half his body.
"No, how is this possible? I am a Xiantian expert, and my cultivation is more refined than his. How could I be at a disadvantage when fully utilizing my Mystic Jade Hand!"
Yang Hao watched Wang Shan, who was unable to resist, and chuckled, touching his nose. "He doesn't even know who Liao Hua is. He's someone who practiced saber techniques under Guan Yunchang!"
"Our Lord speaks the truth. When it comes to saber techniques, Senior Guan Yunchang is indeed unparalleled." Su Dan Novel Network
Zhou Yuji, looking at Liao Hua, whose saber intent had reached great accomplishment, couldn't wait to meet the legendary Guan Yu.
On the stage, Wang Shan was severely suppressed by Liao Hua from the moment they clashed. He lost his composure and could only defend passively.
No, this match is crucial for my son's status in the Sword Sect, and it also concerns the prosperity and survival of my Wang family. All the influential figures of Shu Commandery are watching from below.
"No!"
Wang Shan cried out in his heart. In this instant, his fighting spirit surged, his aura magnificent!
Although I lost the first move, my Yuan force is more abundant than his. I will wear him down until he collapses!
For a time, the Mystic Jade Hand and his left fist worked in concert, and the situation gradually stabilized!
Slowly, Wang Shan gained the upper hand.
Under the pressure of Wang Shan's strength, Liao Hua found it increasingly difficult to defend.
He was precariously close to death!
After dozens of exchanges, Liao Hua had sustained more than ten wounds, his situation perilous.
Zhang Feng, seeing Liao Hua struggling to defend, couldn't bear it and approached Yang Hao. "City Lord Yang, it is best to concede this match. One loss does not determine the overall outcome."
"As long as the green hills remain, there will be wood to burn!"
Yang Hao was somewhat puzzled by Zhang Feng's words.
"Patriarch Zhang, Liao Hua's defeat seems to bring little benefit to the Zhang family!"
"City Lord Yang, you jest. I am merely acting under the orders of Lord Che. The Wang family has the backing of the Sword Sect. If you continue to confront the Wang family so directly, you will offend the Sword Sect."
"Your future days will likely not be easy!"
Zhang Feng said with a worried expression. If the Yang family could win, it would be fine, but if they failed, he would be isolated and helpless in Shu Commandery, and his life might be in danger!
Yang Hao shook his head. "No need. From the current situation, the Sword Sect will not openly trample upon the court. Besides, who says General Liao Hua will definitely lose!"
This is a joke. The competition for Prefect must be won. Otherwise, I will be back to square one.
Furthermore, Liao Hua! He is a seasoned general who has fought in battlefields, weathered storms, and braved mountains of blades and seas of fire. How can such a small arena intimidate him!
Liao Hua parried Wang Shan's Mystic Jade Hand with a saber strike, then took a step forward. His saber technique was natural and innate, with a boundless sea of blood and an aura of killing intent that suppressed the entire arena!
He pressed his advantage, each strike fatal, each move interlocking, striking while the iron was hot, intending to take his life!
With a downward slash, he again repelled Wang Shan's Mystic Jade Hand. He followed with an upward flick, slashing across Wang Shan's face.
A bloody scar now ran across his face.
With this strike, Wang Shan felt the killing intent, a fear that permeated his very soul. He was afraid of death, and it instantly shattered his psychological defenses.
Another saber strike came horizontally, blood glinting, its edge dazzling, like a ferocious beast opening its bloody maw!
Wang Shan was terrified. At this moment, his first thought was survival. He quickly exclaimed, "I surrender! I admit defeat! I surrender!"
Wang Shan lay on the ground in a sorry state, beads of cold sweat streaming down his face, his legs trembling. Blood dripped from his cheeks onto the arena floor.
He gasped for air.