Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 364 - 40 Enemy Encounter!

Seeing Sun Chuanwu step onto the stage, Luo Cheng’s eyes gleamed intensely.

Hoo!

With a slow exhale of turbid air, Luo Cheng placed his trembling hand on the hilt of the Flame Trace Sword.

Chen Lingyu sensed something was off in Luo Cheng’s expression and asked worriedly:

"Luo Cheng, are you alright?"

Elder Chen Xuan, aware of the enmity between Luo Cheng and the Sun father and son duo, advised:

"A swordsman must remain calm above all. Don’t let hatred disrupt your focus. Remember, this is no longer simply a spar but a life-and-death duel! A single misstep could lead to eternal damnation!"

"Mm, I understand!"

Luo Cheng nodded.

Of course, he was fine.

It was merely excitement that consumed him!

How many times, in the midnight hours, had he dreamed of avenging himself against Sun Yingyang and his son!

This day, he had waited for far, far too long!!!

"Trash, get up here already!"

Sun Chuanwu roared, his shout carrying like thunderous waves.

Luo Cheng’s lip curled faintly. Rising to his feet amidst the crowd’s attentive stares, he strode step by step onto the stage.

Seeing Luo Cheng ascend, Sun Chuanwu grinned and said:

"I never expected that in just half a year, a piece of trash like you could grow to such heights! You’ve managed to truly surprise me!"

"But what a pity, what a pity—you’re far too arrogant, daring even to challenge me! This is nothing short of courting death!"

Luo Cheng’s gaze remained indifferent. "So confident you can kill me?"

"Obviously! Don’t tell me you believe mastering Human Sword Integration at the middle stage qualifies you to fight me?"

Sun Chuanwu sneered, tilting his chin up slightly to look down at Luo Cheng. "In this world, strength is all that matters. No one cares what you’ve comprehended!"

As he spoke, Sun Chuanwu placed his palm on the hilt of his sword.

The next moment!

Boom!

An unrelenting wave of Essence Energy erupted, blending with the momentum of his blade to create a bone-chilling aura that swept outward, whipping up fierce gales on the stage!

"What incredible presence! It seems Sun Chuanwu wasn’t even serious during his earlier battle with Lin Zhidong! This is his true power!"

The onlookers gasped in astonishment.

Even without unsheathing his blade, Sun Chuanwu’s oppressive blade momentum pierced straight into their souls.

It was as if the blade within the sheath wasn’t a mere weapon!

But an ancient beast of unparalleled ferocity!

Once unleashed, it would devour everything!

Amid this oppressive aura, Luo Cheng’s robes billowed wildly, like a lone leaf adrift in a raging tempest!

Yet his eyes remained steady, gazing at Sun Chuanwu with a calmness as deep as a tranquil ancient well. Hands behind his back, he strode forward step by step, his gaze indifferent:

"Since you’re so confident, make your move! I will shatter that confidence piece by piece."

Not only did he aim to take Sun Chuanwu’s life, but he also intended to break his spirit!

To let Sun Yingyang taste the same despair and agony his father had endured over the years!

The spectators were shocked by the scene.

Walking forward without the slightest defense?!

What kind of arrogance was this? It was as if Luo Cheng didn’t regard Sun Chuanwu as worth his notice!

"Trash, since you seek death, I’ll grant your wish!"

Sun Chuanwu bellowed in fury, his roar echoing as he drew his treasured blade at lightning speed and sliced forth in a single slash.

Boom!

A torrent of overwhelming Sword Energy surged forth, cutting directly toward Luo Cheng’s face.

Luo Cheng’s expression didn’t change as he punched straight out.

Pop!

The Sword Energy trembled and instantly shattered, dispersing into nothingness. The violent currents spread outward, forming a stormy gale that made the spectators shudder inwardly.

"For all your big talk, is this all you’ve got?"

Luo Cheng brushed off his sleeves, casting a faint sidelong glance.

"Damn it!"

Sun Chuanwu’s brow twitched harshly, and he immediately unleashed his Martial Soul. Behind him appeared a gleaming storm with eight starlike motes sparkling, surging his aura immensely. With both hands gripping his sword, he unleashed another furious slash.

"Cloud Sky Slash!"

Whoosh!

Layer upon layer of azure Sword Energy, resembling cascading mountain streams and clouds, ferociously tore toward Luo Cheng, forcing the air apart on both sides and raising roaring waves!

Seeing this strike, Chen Lingyu and the others tensed up.

This strike, whether in speed or force, had reached an inconceivable level, enough to cleave a Tongxuan Realm Third Layer Peak martial artist in two!

"Still not enough!"

Luo Cheng’s expression remained unchanged. He neither dodged nor evaded, throwing out another punch!

Whoo!

The winds howled as his fist compressed the air, forming a transparent yet tangible membrane!

Boom!

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the surging Sword Energy shattered once more, scattering its force in all directions.

Luo Cheng stood unmoving on the spot, like an ancient reef weathering a storm for millennia!

"What?!"

"Again, he blocked it!"

The crowd was in shock.

Faced with such a menacing strike from Sun Chuanwu, Luo Cheng once again smashed it apart with his bare fist!

Sun Chuanwu froze, his expression darkened. He chuckled coldly:

"Luo Cheng, I admit your strength isn’t bad—blocking a strike at seventy percent of my power. Very well! You’re qualified to witness my true strength!"

"Feel free to use any technique you desire," Luo Cheng said indifferently.

"Let’s see if you can keep that arrogance up later!"

Fury overtook Sun Chuanwu, and his aura soared to unprecedented heights. The air around him violently trembled.

"Vast Void Cloud Splitting Slash!"

With a thunderous roar, Sun Chuanwu locked his eyes on Luo Cheng, raised his sword high, and cleaved downward—once, twice, three times... Thirteen consecutive strikes, with intervals so minuscule they were imperceptible!

Rumble!

The stacked layers of Sword Energy coalesced into a mountain-like blade light, generating sparks of electricity in the air through friction as it descended with unparalleled dominance, crushing down toward Luo Cheng.

"What fearsome Sword Energy! This strike alone could kill a half-step Awakening Vein master who has achieved the Divine Bridge!"

"Heh, it’s too late to dodge now! Luo Cheng is doomed!"

"Who told him to be so arrogant? As a swordsman, not even drawing his sword and letting Sun Chuanwu attack—his overconfidence will cost him!"

As Sun Chuanwu’s slash fell, many believed Luo Cheng was destined to die.

"Still not enough!"

Luo Cheng’s eyes gleamed coldly as the aura of a Tongxuan Realm Third Layer Peak martial artist erupted from him. Around him, Essence Energy surged and condensed faintly into a three-legged, two-eared giant cauldron!

The cauldron merged into the momentum of his fist, launching out with deceptive slowness.

Boom!

The mountain-like Sword Energy struck the giant cauldron heavily. The visible shockwave spread outward, forming numerous vortexes, the roaring sound vibrating the eardrums of every onlooker.

Crack!

The mountain-like Sword Energy withstood for a split second before abruptly shattering into pieces, dissolving into pure Heaven and Earth Essence Energy!

"Another punch destroyed it!"

The arena erupted with collective gasps. All eyes were on Luo Cheng, filled with disbelief.

Sun Yingyang stood up in shock.

The most stunned, however, was Sun Chuanwu!

"Impossible! I’ve already mastered the thirteenth strike of the Vast Void Cloud Splitting Slash! A full-force blow like this could even overpower a half-step Awakening Vein master who has achieved the Divine Bridge! How could a piece of trash like you destroy it with a single punch?!"

"This cannot be!"

Sun Chuanwu’s glare burned holes into Luo Cheng as his body trembled uncontrollably.

Even his Deadly Strike had failed to harm Luo Cheng. This dealt him an enormous psychological blow, making him question the reality before him—a nightmarish hallucination, perhaps!

A chilling glint flashed in Luo Cheng’s eyes. "So this is your full strength? I’ve taken three of your moves. Now it’s my turn!"

The next moment.

Shing!

The Flame Trace Sword was unsheathed, unleashing an incomparably terrifying brilliance.

Following it was a dazzlingly blinding sword light!

"Stop!!"

Sun Yingyang’s furious, panicked voice echoed across the arena.