A sword without a scabbard, its edge was revealed.
Zhuang Huan Yu's sword broke through the wind, no longer holding anything back. Imbued with vigorous True Essence, it pierced towards Chen Chang Sheng's body, the tip of the sword emitted a green light and a 'chi chi' sound.
The sand on the ground once again rose up, dancing in the air.
Chen Chang Sheng used Discerning Steps, his figure suddenly blurred, leaving behind a series of afterimages as he surrounded Zhuang Huan Yu, the short sword in his hand like a staff, continuously striking down.
It was still a quick strike.
Zhuang Huan Yu didn't feel the slightest bit of fear, his sword manoeuvres were exquisite, his attacks were exceptionally wild due to his anger, but his defence was also extremely perfect, it could be seen that his mind wasn't in the slightest bit disturbed.
No matter how fast Chen Chang Sheng's footwork was, no matter how direct and forceful the short sword strikes were, it couldn't find any openings, nor could it find any openings. On the contrary, Zhuang Huan Yu's sword manifestation became increasingly calm. Countless sword flashes were like an invisible net, causing Chen Chang Sheng's footwork to become increasingly heavy, even if he wanted to escape, it wouldn't be that easy.
Chen Chang Sheng had calculated his intentions – Zhuang Huan Yu wanted to use this sword manoeuvre to erase his advantage in speed, ultimately entering a contest of pure moves and True Essence – he made a decision without hesitation, his movement technique abruptly changed, his speed reaching an inconceivable level. He took three steps to the right, but ultimately appeared on the other side of Zhuang Huan Yu.
Zhuang Huan Yu turned his wrist and stabbed, an indescribably wondrous Sword of the Way, directly deflecting the short sword in Chen Chang Sheng's hand, then seized the opportunity to stab towards his throat.
Chen Chang Sheng was suddenly in danger, but his expression didn't change, because he had already arrived within Zhuang Huan Yu's sword flashes.
Now, no one could even think of dodging.
He turned his body, allowing the Sword of Hithering Light to pierce through his shoulder, the short sword in his hand directly swung towards Zhuang Huan Yu's face.
Zhuang Huan Yu reversed the Sword of Hithering Light, using its hilt to receive the blow, at the same time, he took a wrong step, the blade once again slashing towards his throat.
In the blink of an eye, the situation of the battle had greatly changed.
A concentrated clashing sound once again resounded within the tower, that was the sound of two swords clashing, but compared to the first round, this time, the clashing of swords was endless, as if it would never stop. White clouds of air constantly formed, then exploded, then disappeared again. Whether it was Chen Chang Sheng or Zhuang Huan Yu, both had decided to decide the victor.
Ca Ca Ca Ca Ca Ca, three sounds of splitting resounded!
Bam bam, the sound of two solid blows rang out!
The drizzle had stopped and the wet sand had fallen to the ground. Chen Chang Sheng and Zhuang Huan Yu abruptly separated, retreating a distance of a dozen or so metres before standing still.
Chen Chang Sheng had been stabbed three times, in addition to the previous sword wound, six sword wounds crisscrossed on his chest, dripping with blood, unbearable to look at.
Zhuang Huan Yu had been struck twice by his dagger. His right shoulder caved in slightly, and blood flowed out. His face was abnormally pale.
The edge of the sword was peerless, while the rod was a blunt weapon. Three swords in exchange for two rods, no matter how one looked at it, in this last exchange of swords, Zhuang Huan Yu should have gained the upper hand.
If it was anyone else who was Zhuang Huan Yu's opponent, under these three swords, they would definitely be heavily injured, unable to continue fighting.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't fall.
Zhuang Huan Yu wanted to use move against move, sword against sword, true essence against true essence. His response was even more unyielding, directly exchanging move for move, sword for sword, injury for injury.
This was the method that Liang Ban Hu used to defeat Tang Thirty Six. It was the strategy that Gou Han Shi came up with.
It was used by him in this crucial match against Zhuang Huan Yu.
Chen Chang Sheng had always been someone who was willing to learn, someone who was good at learning. Moreover, for him to dare use this method, it showed that he had absolute confidence in his own True Essence and defensive abilities, at the very least, it was stronger than Zhuang Huan Yu's.
Zhuang Huan Yu also didn't fall, although his face was extremely pale.
Their bodies were covered in blood, separated by a distance of over ten metres, they silently stared at each other.
The Tower of Purging Dust was silent.
The VIPs by the window on the second floor also maintained their silence. This match, to them, naturally didn't mean much, but the calmness and courage that Chen Chang Sheng and Zhuang Huan Yu displayed in this match, far exceeding their age, caused them to be moved. Their silence at this moment, perhaps, represented a form of respect.
Silence, also represented nervousness.
Who had won?
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Outside of the tower, it was also silent.
The examinees outside the tower were even more nervous than those within, wanting to know who had won this match.
Ever since Chen Chang Sheng and Zhuang Huan Yu entered the tower, everyone's gazes fell upon that tightly shut door.
Similar to the previous matches, the examinees couldn't see what was happening within the tower, they could only guess at what had happened through the sounds coming from within the tower.
The tower's soundproof array, after the second round, would often lose its effectiveness; this was because the participating examinees were getting stronger and the battles getting more and more intense.
This match was the same; not long after the door had closed, the examinees heard a shrill piercing sound, they knew that it was the sound of a sword, but didn't know if it was Zhuang Huan Yu's or Chen Chang Sheng's sword. Then, they heard a dull sound, as if someone was striking a bell within the tower, some guessed that it was the sound of a fist imbued with True Essence.
What happened next became a little strange.
Because the tower had suddenly quietened down, the sounds of cicadas could be heard from outside, even the temperature had risen by a little, as if it was summer, and then, rain suddenly fell from the cloudless blue sky. That rain didn't wet a single inch of the ground outside the tower, it only fell within the tower, making it seem like a waterfall.
Then, the sound of swords rang out again, without stopping, until finally, everything became silent.
This match should have ended, who had won and who had lost?
The three from Orthodox Academy were the most nervous, the woodlands' atmosphere was stifling.
Xuan Yuan Po widened his eyes, staring at the tightly shut door, continuously rubbing his hands, his forehead filled with sweat.
Luo Luo closed her eyes, her small hands formed fists in front of her, silently praying for Chen Chang Sheng.
Tang Thirty Six, with his hands behind his back, paced back and forth, his lips slightly moving, mumbling to himself. He didn't ask what Chen Chang Sheng's trump card was, or where his confidence came from, he knew that Chen Chang Sheng had definitely prepared for this match, but he also knew how strong Zhuang Huan Yu was – Zhuang Huan Yu was his senior from Heavenly Academy, and also someone he had always wanted to surpass. Only by getting closer, could they clearly hear what he was muttering to himself in a low voice: "Too optimistic … too optimistic, we've trusted him too much, how can we win? How can we win? You must win, but, how can you win? "
At this moment, the door to the tower was pushed open.
All the examinees simultaneously looked over.
Luo Luo opened her eyes, filled with hope and worry.
Tang Thirty Six stopped pacing, he also stopped muttering to himself, but he didn't look over, because he didn't dare to.
The first person to leave the tower was Chen Chang Sheng.
His entire body was covered in blood, his feet were bare, his clothes were tattered, his body was covered in sand, compared to the previous rounds, he looked more like a beggar.
The area surrounding the stone plaza was still silent, because it was still unclear who the victor of this match would be.
Guan Fei Bai, after his equally desperate battle with Zhe Xiu, was the first to leave the tower, but he was the loser.
At this tense moment, Chen Chang Sheng suddenly turned around and entered the tower.
The match had already ended, he had already left the tower, why did he turn around again? Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand what was going on.
Not long after, he once again walked out, this time, he had a pair of boots in his hands.
A brand new pair of boots.
A strange cry suddenly resounded, it was Tang Thirty Six's strange cry.
On the surface, he didn't look, but in reality, his peripheral vision had always been looking in that direction.
He let out a strange cry and charged towards Chen Chang Sheng.
Luo Luo let out a long breath, lightly patting her chest, her face filled with lingering fear and happiness.
Xuan Yuan Po didn't understand, scratching his head, he asked: "What happened?"
Luo Luo said: "Master won."
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(I have to go pick up my in-laws early tomorrow morning, so I'll try to sleep early. Good night everyone, sweet dreams.)
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