Desolate Devouring Art-Chapter 1013 - Breaker of Form

The strike followed no rhythm and had no clear trajectory.

It looked completely ordinary, yet it left even seasoned experts speechless.

Master Xue roared, excitement shining in his eyes, "Excellent swordsmanship!"

At his level of mastery, he easily saw through the flaws in Yin Xue's technique.

Yet, Liu Wuxie, merely at the second level of the Spirit Profound Realm, had detected the flaw in an instant.

Liu Wuxie swept his sword horizontally, slicing as effortlessly as if parting silk.

It was as if a curtain of light hung before him; each slash slicing through it unraveled the techniques hurled his way.

Such was the subtle brilliance of countering a technique. No matter how powerful a move appeared, a skilled hand could dissolve it with a slight touch once it found its weakness.

Even a towering skyscraper would collapse if someone pried at its foundation.

The rift hovering in the sky exploded as its energy drained away.

Liu Wuxie cut off the energy that powered Yin Xue's sword technique, causing it to collapse into fragments. What seemed like a simple strike was actually a perilous maneuver.

Even Miao Jianying wouldn't have dared to attempt it if he were fighting in Liu Wuxie's place. A single misstep would have left him exposed to Yin Xue's frenzied assault.

The lingering sword aura vanished as Liu Wuxie neutralized Yin Xue's attack in a single strike.

The mocking voices around them vanished. Those who had mocked Liu Wuxie earlier now held their tongues in silence. Dismantling such a powerful technique so effortlessly was beyond the reach of ninety-nine percent of the crowd.

"Manor Lord Miao, where did you find this swordmaster?" several in the crowd asked, all eyes turning toward Miao Feiyu.

Liu Wuxie's swordsmanship was at the grandmaster level. Anyone could see how extraordinary that single strike had been.

Yin Xue's expression darkened as a heavy shadow settled over his heart. He had attacked twice, but Liu Wuxie had countered the first with footwork and shattered the second with an uncanny strike.

Even the disciples of the First Sword Manor felt a sense of dread rising. They began to wonder if Liu Wuxie had the strength to defeat someone at the pinnacle of the Spirit Profound Realm.

People would have ridiculed anyone who made such a bold claim earlier. But after Liu Wuxie's two stunning displays, no one could question his strength.

"This is undoubtedly the most thrilling battle today. There's no loud commotion, but every exchange is worth savoring," someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Though the final match stirred the least commotion, it reached the highest level of swordsmanship.

Each strike landed with flawless precision, and every sword movement echoed the essence of dao. This was authentic swordsmanship, unlike Ling Xuelin's blunt swings, He Lai's mindless hacking, or Fei Xuesong's venomous strikes.

The true essence of swordsmanship lay in righteousness and forthrightness.

Yin Xue's sword radiated bloodlust and violence, unsettling everyone who watched. In contrast, Liu Wuxie's style felt natural and straightforward, like nature had forged it.

Liu Wuxie's sword intent and technique held the spectators in a state of awe. Many still lingered in the moment, captivated by his earlier strike. It felt as if a gate had opened before them, and no one questioned why Master Xue had called Liu Wuxie a swordmaster.

"Let's see how long he can last. I hope he doesn't die too quickly in the arena."

Although the mocking voices had faded, no one truly believed Liu Wuxie would survive the fight. Yin Xue stood like an insurmountable chasm before him and the gap between them was too vast.

Yin Xue's gaze grew colder by the second as a crimson fiend took shape behind him, drawing in all the surrounding ice-attribute true essence. His blade rays transformed into spikes that burst from the ground, aiming to disrupt Liu Wuxie's footwork. He had wisely changed tactics.

The spikes effectively slowed Liu Wuxie's movements, hindering him no matter how he tried to maneuver.

A faint smirk curled on Liu Wuxie's lips in half mockery and half disdain, leaving the crowd puzzled.

After all, who could rival him in mastery over ice-element dao techniques?

Even Ji Qiu and Tang Hong didn't know Liu Wuxie had mastered Frost Dao Art. After entering Northern City, he had refined it to perfection.

"Young Master, kill him!" the disciples of the First Sword Manor shouted, rallying behind their leader.

Yin Xue raised the Bloodthirst Sword high, unleashing a torrent of sword rays that engulfed the arena like crimson thunderbolts.

Liu Wuxie raised his sword, lightning flickering across his skin. The Divine Glazed Cloth materialized and wrapped around him, forming a protective shell.

"What a terrifying battle physique!" gasps echoed from the crowd, their eyes fixed on Liu Wuxie in awe.

No one knew Liu Wuxie had refined the Thunder Saint Pearl or cultivated the Divine Thunder Physique.

After all, only a handful of cultivators, if any, had ever managed to master the Divine Thunder Physique.

Miao Jianying's eyes lit up while the disciples of the Renowned Sword Manor trembled with excitement.

Meanwhile, Yin Xue's eyes flashed with solemnity when Liu Wuxie revealed the Divine Thunder Physique. They clashed in a pure contest of swordsmanship.

If this were a life-and-death battle, the Great Five Elemental Palm would have already ended his life.

"The next phase of the battle will be even more spectacular," someone murmured. The crowd rubbed their palms in anticipation, eager to see who would emerge victorious.

The Bloodthirst Sword descended, not with a violent aura but a boundless chill that surged into a hurricane.

Cracks spread across the Divine Sword Platform. It would take a long time to repair the damage once the duel ended.

Crushing pressure bore down on Liu Wuxie. Spikes jutted from the ground beneath him, blocking his movements and cutting off his footwork.

Liu Wuxie raised his sword to the sky, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Quick, look around!" someone shouted. Everyone turned and gasped. The surrounding lake had frozen solid.

This lake was a unique part of Northern City, and it never froze, no matter how cold it got. Yet today, a thick sheet of ice coated its surface.

No one could make sense of what was happening.

"Could it be Yin Xue? Has his mastery of ice-attribute energy reached this level?" many speculated with uncertainty. But soon, they sensed something was wrong as an astonishing surge of ice laws swirled behind Liu Wuxie, rising from the lake's depths.

Countless spectators stood stunned, unable to believe their eyes. "What terrifying ice laws! How did he master such a formidable ice dao technique?"

Yin Qiong sensed something was wrong as Liu Wuxie's entire presence had turned strangely unreal.

When the First Sword Manor seemed confident of victory, Liu Wuxie appeared out of nowhere and shattered their hopes.

Ice laws spread rapidly through the surroundings, and a bizarre scene unfolded. The ground spikes dissolved as Liu Wuxie devoured and assimilated every law Yin Xue had summoned.

Even Master Xue and Steward He stood frozen in astonishment at the sight.

Yin Xue realized his grasp of the ice element paled compared to Liu Wuxie's as his laws vanished.

The Bloodthirst Sword fell in absolute silence.

As the unleashed sword aura hurtled toward Liu Wuxie, a thunderous boom split the heavens. It felt like the sky had collapsed and the entire Divine Sword Platform shook violently.

The powerful wave snapped Liu Wuxie's hairband, sending his hair flying loose as he stood at the storm's edge.

Liu Wuxie called out as he finally made his move, "Breaker of Forms!"

Truthfully, his earlier maneuver to counter Yin Xue couldn't be called an actual strike and this was his first real attack.

Liu Wuxie glided through the air like a celestial crane, compressing the surrounding ice-attribute energy to fuel his attack. This was the Breaker of Forms, a technique capable of countering any martial art.

Metallic clashes rang out, but Liu Wuxie nullified them with ease.

Without slowing, Liu Wuxie soared into the sky and unleashed his aura in a tidal surge toward Yin Xue.

Despite the difference in cultivation, Liu Wuxie's true essence had already surpassed Yin Xue's, and that was terrifying.

Cultivation alone couldn't define Liu Wuxie. His swordsmanship already rivaled, if not exceeded, Yin Xue's.

Even with superior laws and true essence, Liu Wuxie hadn't secured victory and the battle's outcome remained uncertain.

Shao Yuanyi and Xia De exchanged glances, the shock in their eyes mirroring one another. Tang Hu, whom Liu Wuxie had replaced, shrank back, his neck tensed as he watched the fight unfold.

If he had been on stage, Yin Xue would have crushed him by now.

As his sword aura collapsed, Yin Xue threw back his head and roared at the sky in fury. He shot into the sky and collided with Liu Wuxie in mid-air.

Each clash unleashed a shockwave of sword aura, their blades dancing like dragons through the sky.

Clad in the Divine Glazed Cloth, Liu Wuxie stood out like an indomitable war god, even as the Bloodthirst Sword's speed continued to rise.

Though Breaker of Forms appeared simple at a glance, it concealed countless hidden variations. Liu Wuxie had spent two days crafting it, drawing insight from the Heavenly Dao Book.

Its brilliance lay in adaptability as Breaker of Forms was ever-changing and impossible to predict.

Even after exchanging a thousand moves, neither Liu Wuxie nor Yin Xue had claimed victory. Their battle, however, had torn the sky apart and sent the surroundings into a raging spiral.

If the opportunity arose, Liu Wuxie would unleash the Spatial Dao Art to lock Yin Xue in place. And no doubt, Yin Xue still held other dao techniques in reserve.

The battle reached a fever pitch, and the crowd forgot to breathe and where they were. Some even strained their necks from staring at the sky for too long.

Laws, true essence, and sword auras clashed and roared, weaving into a symphony of chaos that echoed through the sky.

Then, Liu Wuxie and Yin Xue closed the gap, tossing aside their techniques for brutal, close-range combat, trading fists and kicks while keeping their swords in hand.

No one could count how many punches they exchanged. When an explosive clash sent them flying, they crashed into the arena, both gasping for breath—though Liu Wuxie was only pretending.

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