Chapter 32: The Mandate of Heaven is Fading
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To prepare for today's battle, Wu Qin intentionally shifted the power of the Great Wei state and coordinated with soldiers to create a formidable defense around the training ground. He also brought out the tiger talisman and hung it high in the sky, so it ran parallel with the rising sun.
Such a training ground, large enough to accommodate thousands of troops, could barely allow them to let loose and fight freely.
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Today's battle, for Jiang Wang, is probably his final journey to prove the ultimate truth. It is also the last victory he seeks after challenging all twenty-six Heaven Realm martial arts masters in the mortal world.
This battle was merely a test of Wu Qinxi's martial prowess. He had already reached the level where he could define his own martial name, and he only wanted to see if the pinnacle of martial arts today could also be the pinnacle of true understanding.
The great general of Wei held a long spear in his right hand, its ancient surface faintly mottled with rust.
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It's quite old, dating back to the era of the Holy Ones. It is said to be a renowned weapon in the hands of the illustrious Saint Pang Min.
Over countless years, it has seen countless commanders come and go, being destroyed and rebuilt many times. Now its shaft is clearly divided into three sections—all made of Cambrian bronze, but from vastly different eras. This difference in age is readily apparent on the battlefield.
This different levels of bronze actually makes this long spear more elegant and graceful, something beyond the ordinary.
And although its shaft was rusted in several places, the blade was still extremely sharp. Sunlight shone on the blade and it seemed to be split open.
Its name is Gui Shou, which represents an immortal and ambitious spirit.
And the short sword named "Daye" which could be worn alongside "Gui Sui Shou" by Wu Xun, was naturally no ordinary item.
It was the sword given to "the good grandson," Emperor Wei, by his grandfather, Emperor Wei Ming, who had governed with diligence and wisdom.
This sword is not an ordinary sword, but a killing sword. Wei Xuanche wielded it to slay dragons, tigers, and corrupt officials in the palace.
At first, when I met Wu Xun at the Wanging Tower, we hit it off immediately. We talked all night long and became close friends. Wei Xuanche took off his clothes to give him a cloak, removed his sword to give him a scabbard, and then appointed him as the General who commands the Nation's Troops, entrusting him with all military affairs in the world.
Now it hangs at Wu Qinxi's waist, truly bearing the weight of mountains and rivers.
Wu Qin's "Wuge" and "Shajian" both have glorious histories, and they are passed down through the ages along with him.
Of course, Jiang Wang also knew their names.
He simply crossed his longsword: "Its name is Long Xiang Si, it is my saber. Since it left the forge, it has fought alongside me—Wu Zongshi, please enlighten me."
Longing's appearance is not adorned with a glorious history; it is merely a newly forged sword from several years ago. Just like Jiang Wang possesses no noble lineage, he is simply a young man who hails from a small town.
But to this day——
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Which country's famous instrument collection would dare to omit the name "Chang Xiang Si"
If there is no longing, it must be insincere. Putting it out there would just make people laugh.
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Both parties stared at each other, their gazes locked together, directly above the schoolyard, they unfurled a blood flag!
When Wu Qin raised his eyelids, it was like opening the gate of a stable. In an instant, dust swirled and billowed, as tens of thousands of horses galloped and thousands of soldiers charged.
Jiang Wang had never seen anyone use qi and blood to such an extent. Every strand of blood was like a valiant cavalryman, a mounted warrior brandishing his sword!
This renowned general of the age did not lead an army, but he stood as a nation, embodying ten thousand soldiers. He even manifested the killing power of formations with his pupil technique! Every time the blood flag fluttered, his gaze advanced further. This represented that this "battlefield" had been invaded by him, claiming more territory.
Even just the mere sight of these techniques was already beyond what mortals could withstand. Jiang Wang simply raised his gaze——
A brilliant flash of light filled the high heavens, weaving itself into a graceful and ethereal immortal figure, descending slowly. The celestial dragon's form held its left fist loosely clenched, supporting its right hand with its tiger's mouth. Its right hand, with two fingers extended towards the heavens, resembled the shape of an immortal sword.
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Her fairy-like eyes shot out two beams of light, plunging into the entangled gazes swirling above the school field.
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Both perspectives expanded infinitely at this moment, and their gazes cut through the world of mutual recognition as if infinitely deep.
Wu Xun's pupil technique continuously "attacks and conquers," but the targets he attacks have shifted from a bounded battlefield to an infinite world. No matter how much is invested here, it's impossible to reach the end. The more "territory" he occupies, the more he consumes.
Mystical Arts · A Glance Across Heaven and Earth!
Of course, this world's vision isn't infinite. Wu Xin could certainly give it a try. He could test the limits of his pupil technique and see just how far he could push it before the Immortal Dragon Dharma Form's eyes burst.
Of course, Wu Xun would not attempt that.
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He just marched forward, as if his own eyes didn't exist.
One could see that his eyes had lost their sparkle, like those of a blind man. He wore armor and strode forward, but his pupils were ripped away, like volleys of iron cavalry charging, constantly rising in the air, also pulling at Jiang Wang's gaze.
With inherent expenditure, he resisted Jiang Wang's Immortal Gaze technique, allowing their gazes to hang suspended in the air above the battlefield, entwined with each other.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Wu Qin's advance was not swift. His boots struck the ground, one step at a time. Each footprint was like a banner raised.
Where was he going forward
He was attacking the city and seizing forts!
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With every step he took, Jiang Wang's "city-fort" would decrease by one until the entire battlefield was filled with Wu Qin's flags, leaving him isolated and surrounded on all sides.
This pure contest of "momentum," Jiang Wang hadn't felt it in a long time, and Wu Xun had further enhanced it with the techniques of a military strategist.
This caused him to lift his foot, and in an instant, a mountain-like and tsunami-like immense pressure descended.
Before engaging in battle, establish superiority over the enemy; when engaged, maneuver on the battlefield; after victory, bolster your dominance—these three are the essence of a military commander's "strategic positioning."
Jiang Wang's ability to see everything with a single glance consumes more energy than Wu Xun's.
Therefore, Wu Xun chose to maintain a stalemate on the battlefield, establishing an advantage for himself. This was his time to strategically position his forces, further strengthening his own position and constricting his opponent's options, pushing the outcome of the battle toward a definitive conclusion.
Jiang Wang stood still.
Jiang was originally unaware of military affairs.
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He was just a mercenary who knew himself well.
As soon as Wu Qin took a step forward, he realized that in the contest of "momentum," he was completely outmatched. His mastery over momentum had reached an unparalleled level.
Before his match against Wu Xun today, he had never imagined that "momentum" could be used in such a way.
On the battlefield, strategists plan and generals command, enacting a struggle within a hundred paces. Thousands of troops charge, leaving only flying dust in their wake.
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Just two steps out, and enemies are everywhere. If they were to really face off against Wu Xun with a full army, I'm afraid they would be crushed from the start to the finish line.
In this situation, if one still clings to contention, they can only sink deeper into the mire, struggling in vain.
He unsheathed his sword.
The blade and scabbard clashed violently as they parted, sparks flying off the sword.
The celestial dragon's form had grasped visual dominance, its gaze locked in a deadly duel with Wu Xun's, each vying for the upper hand.
So at this time, looking into his eyes, there was no spark of life, completely blank and utterly heartless.
But his hand on the sword, the hand that drew it, now had an extreme tension—
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He seems to be moving a mountain, a gigantic mountain that reaches the heavens.
Veins crawled on the back of his hand, like a dragon awakening.
He made no resistance whatsoever, allowing Wu Qin to attack and conquer cities, reaching the peak. He let the entire schoolyard be filled with Wu Qin's "flags of ambition."
He doesn't compete with the outside world, but seeks answers within himself.
Ask this body, does it have the strength. Ask this sword, can it move forward.
At this moment, he was like a lone warrior standing amidst a battlefield surrounded by thousands of soldiers, wielding his sword with unparalleled courage.
I want to win, I want to conquer all. Even if thousands of soldiers stand in my way, and millions of horses charge like a tide, I will go forth!
The separation of blade and scabbard ended with a final, brittle snap. His sword cut through the air precisely as the "Turtle Longevity" halberd came forward!
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A chance meeting, as precious as a thousand pounds.
Whoosh, the waves surged and crashed.
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It manifests itself in the boundless void and also in the real time, the journey of life.
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People saw two vast rivers surging out of the void, intersecting on the school grounds.
The river of time and fate converged once again.
Jiang Wang, assuming the guise of a celestial being, once again unleashed the sword technique he had perfected in the Immortal-Slaying Forest—a legendary move known as "Everlasting Azure History," where time flowed like a melodious song.
If Wu Xun had already completely occupied the spatial advantage, the so-called "favorable terrain," then Jiang Wang's sword stroke robbed him of the temporal advantage, the so-called "heavenly time."
If Wu Xun controlled the objective, material "power" of things, then this schoolyard was his "banner." Then Jiang Wang's sword won the power of destiny.
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Though its power is great, its fate is waning!
The sword's edge cleaves the long spear.
Wu Qin held the halberd in both hands, one hand flipping down to parry, but still couldn't stop the long spear from rising. It even pulled his entire body back, causing him to lose his footing.
The terrain has also been lost!
Jiang Wangren advanced with his sword, the blade tip grazing Gu Suishou's long staff as he approached this world-renowned warrior.
First, sever the years, then cut off the path of destiny, and finally collect oneself.
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