Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates-Chapter 276 - 274 Perfect Blood Battle Eight Directions

Boom!

Xiao Ye swung his fists, overpowering all foes in the first seven levels, invincible.

At the same time, Xiao Ye discovered that as his strength increased, the strength of the puppets in the first seven levels also increased accordingly, leaving Xiao Ye full of frustration.

It seems that this duel arena can sense his cultivation level and then adjust the strength of the puppets accordingly.

"The eighth level." After defeating the seventh human-shaped puppet, Xiao Ye focused his mind, took out a Heavenly Spirit Pill and put it in his mouth, just in case.

The opponent in the eighth level had the same cultivation level as his and brought the combat techniques he had cultivated to the peak level.

Therefore, whether he could break through was no longer related to cultivation. If Xiao Ye’s combat techniques did not break through, even if he advanced to the Void Martial Realm, he would still be defeated, even with the help of Little White.

Xiao Ye looked towards the darkness.

Tap!

At this moment, steady footsteps sounded, and a youth dressed in a black robe carrying a Flame Saber emerged from the darkness, his eyes sharp as blades, his black hair flying wildly, emanating an invincible aura.

His face was exactly the same as Xiao Ye’s.

"Come on!"

Without any hesitation, Xiao Ye activated the Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist, testing the opponent’s strength.

Boom!

That ’Xiao Ye’ did the same, swinging his fists, and the two figures clashed fiercely in battle, their fist power suppressing heaven and overwhelming the celestial sphere, causing the void to shake.

Both displayed equal power in their Domineering Dragon Suppressing Sky Fist, clashing continually before dissipating into the void.

"I guessed right; this guy’s strength has always been on par with mine," Xiao Ye thought silently.

After the test, Xiao Ye swiftly pulled out the Flame Saber, his figure surged forward without hesitation, and he began to unleash Blood Battle Eight Directions.

Of course, Xiao Ye was not using his full power, just 60% of Blood Battle Eight Directions’ power; otherwise, the energy of his three Xuandans would be depleted.

Swoosh!

The ’Xiao Ye’ on the stage, expressionless, swung his saber. A Sword Light of about two thousand feet crossed the void and slashed towards Xiao Ye, obviously without any reservations.

Booming thunder!

The two Sword Lights collided mid-air, and countless energies gathered into a colossal wave rushing in all directions.

Spurt!

Xiao Ye’s Sword Light was directly destroyed, while the opponent’s two thousand feet Sword Light was weakened by nearly half, and then continued to fly towards him with its remaining momentum.

Even if Xiao Ye used his full strength on Blood Battle Eight Directions, he was still no match for the opponent, not to mention he had held back some of his power.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Ye clenched his teeth fiercely, swung his right fist to meet the Sword Light, and held the Flame Saber in his left hand, activating the remaining power to wield Blood Battle Eight Directions.

Spurt!

Xiao Ye’s whole body shook, his right fist was severed by the Sword Light, and blood sprayed out like a fountain.

"Damn, that hurts!" The intense pain made sweat beads the size of beans form on Xiao Ye’s forehead, nearly causing him to faint.

Gurgle!

Xiao Ye rallied his spirits hurriedly swallowed the Heavenly Spirit Pill he had been holding in his mouth, and then shouted with a fierce face, "Even if you can perform the Perfect Realm of Blood Battle Eight Directions, so what? I, Xiao Ye, am destined to win this duel!"

After saying this, Xiao Ye’s Flame Saber swung down even faster, unleashing a Sword Light of over five hundred feet, fiercely slashing towards the ’Xiao Ye’ on the stage.

After using full force on Blood Battle Eight Directions, that ’Xiao Ye’ seemed to have drained his energy, and could only stiffly raise his Flame Saber to resist.

Spurt!

That massive Sword Light fiercely struck the Flame Saber, the tremendous force sent the ’Xiao Ye’ flying off the stage.

His black robe shattered, revealing a metallic-colored body with a massive crack.

Clearly, he was just a puppet.

He stood up, glanced at Xiao Ye, then turned and walked back into the darkness.

"That was close!" Xiao Ye leaned on his Flame Saber, standing on the stage and gasping heavily.

If those two strikes had not defeated the opponent, then he would have wasted a Heavenly Spirit Pill for nothing, suffering a double loss.

After all, Xiao Ye only won by relying on the Heavenly Spirit Pill’s cheating effect and the puppet’s lack of sufficient spiritual intelligence. The builder of the duel arena probably didn’t expect this result.

Xiao Ye checked his condition and found that the Heavenly Spirit Pill had transformed into a green torrent healing his injuries. His right hand was regrowing at a visible speed, which was truly miraculous.

"The Heavenly Spirit Pill really is a healing holy medicine!" Xiao Ye’s face filled with excitement, and he began to value the remaining Heavenly Spirit Pills even more.

"Hey, I’ve passed the eighth level, should I get my reward now?" Xiao Ye shouted towards the empty space of the duel arena.

After a long time, the previous voice had not responded, chilling Xiao Ye’s heart.

"Damn it, what’s going on!" Xiao Ye felt like crying without tears, thinking the duel arena couldn’t be this deceitful.

A moment later, a resigned voice sounded, "It’s the first time I’ve seen someone use such a despicable method to pass the trial in the Duel Arena since the founding of the Puppet Sect. I must say, you are quite bold, young man."

Following that, a terrifying force surged in the middle of the Duel Arena, and then a tall and strong man materialized in mid-air, whose piercing gaze seemed to penetrate the void, finally landing on Xiao Ye, his face bearing a look of wry amusement.

"How strong!" Xiao Ye’s pupils constricted sharply.

The power fluctuations emanating from the man nearly suffocated him, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him. A mere wave of the man’s hand could probably obliterate him, his cultivation certainly surpassing the Xuanwu Realm.

Moreover, this man looked just like a living person. Could there be living disciples within the ruins of this sect?

At this thought, Xiao Ye’s scalp tingled. After all, he was searching for treasures within someone else’s Sect, which was highly disrespectful. If this man decided to make a move, no one here would survive.

The man seemed to see the confusion in Xiao Ye’s eyes and smiled, saying, "I am the Sect Master of the Puppet Sect, possessing the cultivation of the Void Martial Realm. Back in the day, our sect had provoked a King Martial Realm expert, and all of us, including myself and the disciples, perished in battle. What you see now is merely a puppet I created before my death. You can call me Zong Gui."

"So, it’s a puppet." Xiao Ye suddenly realized, and immediately bowed respectfully.

"Junior Xiao Ye, greets senior," Xiao Ye said with joined hands, feeling a bit nervous inside.

After all, he had cheated to pass the eighth trial, what if the other party didn’t acknowledge that?

Such an expert was beyond his ability to handle.

"Alright, spare the formalities, many years have passed since then. The seal left by the Puppet Sect’s great enemy has finally dissipated. Although you cheated, consider yourself to have passed," Zong Gui waved his hand.

Xiao Ye was dumbstruck upon hearing this.

The seal on that external stele was actually left by the King Martial Realm expert who destroyed the Puppet Sect; this was too extravagant!

"Although the Puppet Sect has fallen, I cannot bear to see the sect’s resources go to waste. You have twice entered the Duel Arena, which makes you fated with our sect. I see your combat techniques haven’t reached perfection, so let me help you," said Zong Gui, and with a wave of his hand, a dense Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi enveloped Xiao Ye.

"This..." Xiao Ye was utterly shocked, feeling the energy he had used being replenished, reaching a peak very quickly.

With that, another puppet, identical to Xiao Ye and holding a battle blade, walked out from the darkness.

"Try sparring with him. How much you can comprehend depends on your ability. You only need to practice the sword technique and not infuse power, as it will avoid depletion," Zong Gui explained.

Xiao Ye was overjoyed; Zong Gui was providing him with a sparring partner without any danger.

Where else could he find such a good opportunity?

If he could refine Blood Battle Eight Directions to the Perfect Realm, his strength would double.

With just this, his journey was not in vain.

"Thank you, senior Zong Gui, for your generosity!" Xiao Ye excitedly nodded and then raised the Flame Saber to fight the puppet.

Both didn’t use any power and wielded their blades just like a Martial Artist in the Body Refining Stage, relying solely on physical strength.

Clang!

Clang!

Two shadows interweaved as their long blades continuously collided, sending sparks flying everywhere.

Even though the puppet didn’t use any power, reducing the strength of Blood Battle Eight Directions, its skill in the saber technique was already perfect, completely overwhelming Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye watched intently, eyes bright, following the puppet’s blade trajectory.

This face-off continued for a whole ten days.

"I understand now, so it is like this, haha!" Laughter burst forth in the Duel Arena.

Xiao Ye’s clothes were tattered, covered in blood, but his eyes blazed like the scorching sun.

"Blood Battle Eight Directions, never retreat, never turn back until the enemy is slain, such is the deep meaning of the saber technique!" Xiao Ye’s black hair flew wildly as he faced the charging puppet and cleaved with his sword.

Swoosh!

Suddenly, it seemed as if time had stopped. A sword light over two thousand feet long streaked out, tearing through the heaven, harshly cleaving the puppet in half as it fell to the ground.

"You rascal, you just broke through and used your power to destroy my puppet!" Zong Gui scolded from the side.

Engulfed in his excitement, Xiao Ye snapped back to reality, scratching his head awkwardly.

"It’s fine, the Puppet Sect is obliterated, losing one more puppet doesn’t matter much."

"The sword technique you use is powerful, but it deviates too much, consuming too much power. In these days, I’ve modified your cultivation path, which should reduce unnecessary consumption. Take a look," Zong Gui said, pointing at Xiao Ye.

Boom!

An image of the human body’s veins surged into Xiao Ye’s mind, all related to the cultivation path of Attack Blood Eight Directions.

"This..." Xiao Ye examined the diagram, his heart filled with immense joy.

After Zong Gui’s modifications, the power of Blood Battle Eight Directions did not weaken, and it significantly reduced the energy consumption, effectively compensating for the technique’s shortcomings, making it truly a perfect, equivalent to a Seventh Grade Battle Technique.

"Thank you, senior Zong Gui, for this profound kindness, I will never forget," Xiao Ye said gratefully.

Zong Gui’s ability to modify a Sixth Grade Battle Technique marks him as no ordinary expert.

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