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Chu Mu walked down from the arena with great difficulty. When he sat down in the candidate seat, he let out a sigh of relief.
The overload that was close to the limit made his body feel like it was about to fall apart. Every muscle and even bone in his body was protesting. His mental strength that had not fully recovered was once again consumed by a lot.
Fortunately, Chu Mu was in the sixth match of the second round. There were still fourteen matches left, giving him some time to recover.
He did not dare to think about the battle just now, nor did he dare to think about anything. He cleared away all distracting thoughts and used the Zhen Tian Style breathing technique. Chu Mu gradually entered a state of emptiness. Under this state, his mental strength and physical strength were slowly recovering.
The Zhen Tian Style breathing technique had a special characteristic. When used normally, there would not be any visible effects, and it would even make one feel uncomfortable. However, when used when tired, the effects would appear. The more tired one was, the more obvious the effects would be. One could feel as if their body was recovering, just like the nourishment of rain on dry land.
The Zhen Tian Style technique was to use vibrational force. Vibrational force exertion would put a burden on the muscles of the whole body. Moreover, when using the technique, one would also need to concentrate, which would accelerate the consumption of mental strength. Therefore, the Zhen Tian Style breathing technique was developed to deal with the burden on the mind and body caused by the Zhen Tian Style.
The Zhen Tian Style breathing technique, according to Chu Mu's master, was developed by the ancestors of the Zhen Tian Style by combining their own experiences with various breathing techniques in history. It was the crystallization of countless generations of painstaking effort.
Everything around him seemed to disappear. Chu Mu's ears constantly echoed with the sound of his own breathing. This breathing sound was very strange, as if it carried a vibrational force that constantly vibrated with a unique rhythm.
And the sore and stinging muscles seemed to have been injected with a new force. They were slightly numb and slightly hot. It felt as if his whole body was soaking in a hot spring. His fatigue disappeared little by little, and his muscles were also recovering little by little.
His mental strength also recovered faster under this kind of focus.
The seventh match ended, and the eighth match began. About a quarter of an hour later, the ninth match began immediately.
Match after match went on. Chu Mu seemed to be focused on the match, but in fact, he was immersed in the Zhen Tian breathing technique. He was so immersed in the pleasure of his recovery that he did not notice the match at all.
"The second round is over. Rest for 15 minutes."
Chu Mu still didn't notice, but now, the effects of the Zhen Tian Kokyu-ho were getting weaker and weaker. This was because his mental strength, physical strength, and muscles had all recovered by more than half during this period.
Although the effects had weakened, Chu Mu did not stop. He wanted to recover as much as he could before the start of the third round.
After a quarter of an hour, it was time to draw lots again. Chu Mu had no choice but to withdraw from the Zhen Tian breathing technique state.
In the third round of drawing lots, there were still twenty nominees left. Chu Mu drew number nine this time, which meant that his match would be arranged in the ninth match. This meant that he still had some time to recover.
After returning to his seat, he entered the Zhen Tian breathing technique state again, feeling the faint feeling of recovery.
"The first match of the third round: number one against number twenty." With the referee's announcement, the third round of the Bronze Sword Leaderboard had officially begun.
To be able to enter the third round meant that everyone's strength was relatively strong. The battles would not end in a short time.
One match after another was carried out, giving Chu Mu time to recover.
"The ninth match of the third round: number nine against number twelve," the referee announced.
"It's my turn." Muttering to himself, Chu Mu, who had just escaped from the Sky Shaking Breathing Technique, stood up and walked towards the Sword Fighting Stage in large strides. After this period of recovery, his essence energy had finally recovered by eighty percent. The remaining twenty percent was of no use to the Sky Shaking Breathing Technique and could only be recovered by itself.
Number twelve was a young swordsman with his long hair tied behind his head. His face was clear and full of masculinity.
"Junior Chu's performance was really unexpected." The young swordsman let out a slight smile and said to Chu Mu: "Originally, I thought that Junior Chu would only be able to stop at the first round. I didn't expect that Junior Chu would be able to defeat two opponents without using a concept or ancient sword technique. Entering the third round, I was very worried that I would be defeated by Junior Chu in this round."
"You flatter me," Chu Mu said with a smile.
"Right, Junior Chu probably doesn't know who I am." The young swordsman smiled. "My name is Lu Wenjian, and I'm from Astral-9 like you."
A flash of understanding flashed through Chu Mu's eyes. Yesterday, the first person to challenge him, Tie Kong, had mentioned Lu Wenjian. He had said that Lu Wenjian was very strong and could be considered the strongest candidate for Astral-9's nomination.
Chu Mu also recalled Lu Wenjian's battles in the first and second rounds. Lu Wenjian had defeated his opponents in a short period of time.
A strong opponent!
An extremely strong opponent.
However, it wasn't as if Chu Mu didn't have a chance, because through the first and second rounds of the competition, Lu Wenjian seemed to be an expert in close combat. The ancient sword technique he grasped also needed to be at close range in order to display its might.
Different Ancient Sword Techniques had different styles. Some Ancient Sword Techniques required a certain distance to unleash their full power, while some Ancient Sword Techniques could only unleash their full power under certain circumstances.
"I have a suggestion for our match. I don't know if Junior Chu would like to hear it," Lu Wenjian said with a smile.
"Please speak," Chu Mu said calmly.
"Just as Junior Chu has seen, I specialize in close combat. My Mountain-Shaking Sword Technique can only display its full power at close range. I can see that Junior Chu is also very proficient in close combat, especially with Junior Chu's dual swords. I'm very wary of them." Lu Wenjian directly expressed his thoughts openly. "So, if we fight like normal, it will definitely be very intense, and someone might even get injured in the end. Once someone is injured, even if they win, they won't be able to display their full power in the fourth round and will be defeated. I think that Junior Chu doesn't want to see this happen, so I suggest that we decide the victor with a single sword strike. "
"How do we decide the victor with a single sword strike?" Chu Mu was a little curious.
"Sword form, pure sword form." A hint of confidence appeared on Lu Wenjian's face. "I believe that Junior Chu has also comprehended sword form. With Junior Chu's talent, you must have also grasped sword form attacks. Therefore, we will use our respective sword forms to determine the victor."
It had to be said that under Lu Wenjian's open and candid manner, he was also meticulous. With one sentence, he determined that Chu Mu had comprehended Sword Force. If Chu Mu hadn't comprehended Sword Force or hadn't grasped Sword Force attacks, he might have been too embarrassed to admit it in public. No matter what, he was already at a disadvantage in terms of grandeur.
"Alright." Chu Mu immediately agreed.
Lu Wenjian's suggestion was exactly what he wanted. After watching Lu Wenjian's first two rounds, he was clearly much more powerful than number 35 in the second round. Chu Mu was basically not confident that he could defeat him.
However, if it was a battle of sword forms, even if it was a student on the Bronze Sword Ranking, Chu Mu was not afraid at all.
This was because pure sword form had nothing to do with concept. Essence, energy, will, and comprehension of the sword were the determining factors of the sword form's power.
"Alright, Junior Chu is straightforward enough. My sword form attack is called Mountain Suppressing Sword." After Lu Wenjian finished speaking, a towering aura suddenly surged out from his body. It was like the condensation of a sword mountain. His body seemed to have increased by more than ten times. A terrifying domineering and masculine aura filled the entire arena and invisibly bombarded the seal.
All of a sudden, Lu Wenjian displayed the strength of a small success sword form. Moreover, it contained a domineering and masculine aura that belonged only to him. It was as if even a mountain would be suppressed.
"Prison Breaking Sword!" As if he was replying to Lu Wenjian's words, and also as if he was accumulating his own aura, Chu Mu let out a low shout. A terrifying aura like a sword mountain also surged out from his body. It was domineering and contained an incomparably sharp edge.
It was the same sword form, but there was a slight difference. This was the rich world of swordsmen.
"Good aura! Take my Mountain Suppressing Sword!" Lu Wenjian let out a loud shout and actually jumped up high. He slashed down with his sword from above. His entire body was like a meteor as he bombarded Chu Mu. The air in the arena became extremely oppressive. The air under Lu Wenjian's sword was instantly compressed into a solid state. He took the lead to charge towards Chu Mu. This kind of pressure was enough to turn a Qi Transformation Realm swordsman into mincemeat.
It was as if a huge ancient mountain had fallen down and wanted to suppress Chu Mu, making him unable to resist or move.
"I can even break through hell with a single sword strike, let alone a mere mountain." Chu Mu let out a low groan. His eyelids slightly trembled. His pupils emitted a sharp light that was like two swords as he swung his sword upwards.
Prison Breaking Sword!
An incomparably sharp and domineering sword aura instantly condensed into the Windcutter Sword as it pierced upwards.
Break! Break!
Break! The terrifying sound of air exploding rang out first. It was deafening. Chu Mu's sword was indomitable. His spirit, willpower, and comprehension of the sword were all above Lu Wenjian's.
Lu Wenjian's Mountain Suppressing Sword Form clashed with Chu Mu's Prison Breaking Sword Form in an instant. The Mountain Suppressing Sword Form trembled slightly and was defeated in less than a breath of time.
The Prison Breaking Sword was like a hot knife through butter!
The two swords collided. A terrifying power exploded from Chu Mu's sword. The Mountain Suppressing Sword Form that Lu Wenjian was so proud of was unable to suppress Chu Mu's sword form. Instead, it was broken open by Chu Mu's Prison Breaking Sword Form.
This was a confrontation between a point and a surface.
The dizzying sound of the collision resounded throughout the arena. It was incomparably obscure. Under the huge power, Lu Wenjian's entire body was thrown into the air. The upper grade sword in his hand even flew out of his hand.
Chu Mu maintained his posture of thrusting his sword upwards. The sharpness of that sword seemed to be imprinted into eternity.
"What a terrifying sword form! What a terrifying willpower! "
The two referees' eyes flashed. Their hearts were incomparably shocked. Chu Mu's Prison Breaking Sword Form! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.
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