King's Awakening-Chapter 810 - : Saint Yang Haoyan

Chapter 810 -810: Saint Yang Haoyan

“Saint, Yang Haoyan!”

Thud!

After perceiving the life of this saint, White Mitchell could not help but cough up blood.

It’s near!

The breakthrough is imminent!

If I comprehend one more life story of a saint, I should make it!

White Mitchell, clutching on to his last thread of consciousness, hastily enters the life story of the next saint.

White Mitchell is the most renowned young prodigy in the Immortal Hero World of his time. He was born into a martial arts family, has been studying martial arts since childhood, his movement technique is nimble, and his swordsmanship is sharp, earning him the reputation of a Sword Dao genius. However, he was not satisfied with conventional swordsmanship and aspired to cultivate the Immortal Techniques that exist beyond this world to achieve a higher realm and strength.

The story begins on a sunny spring day. White Mitchell was cultivating in the mountains when suddenly a bizarre streak of light descended from the sky. He instantly felt a surge of power coursing into his body, enhancing his already formidable swordsmanship several folds. He knew that this was the opportunity he had been dreaming of.

From then on, White Mitchell’s strength began to increase daily. He mastered higher-level sword techniques like Wind Sword and Thunder Sword. Each move incorporated his understanding of the Immortal Techniques, making him even more powerful. Wandering through the World of Martial, he was invincible, becoming the deservedly first swordsman.

However, no matter how strong he became, White Mitchell was always focused on the path of Immortality. He had heard of a hidden Immortal Mountain far away that was rumored to carry the Phoenix Guiding Orb and treasures for refining Immortal Techniques. To find this Immortal Mountain, he embarked on a journey full of dangers and challenges.

During his journey, White Mitchell met a mysterious girl named Alice. Alice was White Mitchell’s fated person and possessed crucial clues related to Immortal Mountain. They gradually understood and cherished each other, faced many dangerous situations together, and stormed into some ancient secret realms hidden in the martial world, accumulating a wealth of cultivation experience.

Meanwhile, White Mitchell also discovered some hidden conspiracies. It turned out that a dark force was hidden in the martial world, aiming to control the power of Immortal Mountain to rule the entire Martial World. To stop their plot, White Mitchell and Alice teamed up to start a thrilling showdown with the dark forces.

In a desolate valley, White Mitchell and Alice had a fierce battle with the minions of the dark forces. The leader of the dark forces, Brooks, personally took over. Dressed in a black robe, with a cold gaze, he held a black longsword, emanating a wicked aura.

White Mitchell stared at Brooks, his face solemn, knowing well not to underestimate his opponent. Brooks was a top-notch powerhouse in the Martial World, his knowledge of Martial Arts Secrets are mostly unknown. White Mitchell sneered inwardly, with his current strength, he really hadn’t met a real challenge yet.

Brooks sneered, holding the longsword tightly, his figure as swift as lightning, and lunged at White Mitchell. The sword traced a dark streak, bringing a chill wind. White Mitchell took several illusory steps, shifted aside, and easily dodged the sword’s assault.

White Mitchell flew up, his sword emanating dazzling light. He smiled faintly; for him, this clash was too easy. He wielded his sword like a gusty storm, his attack immensely sharp.

However, Brooks effortlessly dodged White Mitchell’s attack and counterattacked. His swordsmanship was incredibly unpredictable, with his dark energy shrouding the sword and making it seemingly impossible to grasp. A thought flashed across White Mitchell’s mind, and he started to employ the techniques he developed in integrating Immortal Techniques into his swordsmanship.

With a slight tilt of his body, he almost instantaneously appeared beside Brooks. The momentum of his sword took a sudden turn and lunged straight for Brooks’ vital point. Brooks hastily retreated, but the sword grazed him nonetheless. Blood immediately dyed his black robe.

Brow furrowing, Brooks finally acknowledged White Mitchell’s prowess and saw what true genius looked like. Anger surged within him, fueling his determination to smash White Mitchell.

In the clash that ensued, Brooks showed no sign of weakness. His black sword transformed into dark blade lights which continuously slashed towards White Mitchell. White Mitchell’s countenance became serious as he devoted all his efforts to avoid his opponent’s attacks and prepared to counterattack with all his might.

Their sword techniques contested against each other, with the harsh clashing of metals continually resounding. Their shadows darted swiftly across the valley, the Sword Qi crisscrossed each other, and their potent energies trembled throughout the valley. Alice stood on the side, her eyes filled with both worry and anticipation.

After dozens of rounds, White Mitchell gradually began to feel the mounting pressure. He realized Brooks was just testing him, his true strength had yet to be revealed. White Mitchell composed himself and began to perceive more deeply the Immortal Techniques he had incorporated into his swordsmanship.

His figure instantly became elusive, and his swordsmanship even more fierce. He bobbed and weaved from side to side, the momentum of his sword flowed like a Spirit Snake, each move smooth and accurate. He initiated attack actively, launching an intense assault towards Brooks.

The radiance of White Mitchell’s sword flashed as it thrust towards the empty space before Brooks. His sword techniques were swift and fierce, striking out with a fearsome killing intent every time, causing one’s heart to palpitate. The Sword Qi was like lightning, cleaving through the air, stirring up an array of storms.

Brooks calmly confronted White Mitchell’s assault, his footwork nimble, figure flickering. He countered with circular sword techniques, every swing of his sword as natural as flowing water, revealing both resilience and elegant grace. Brooks used his sword techniques to counteract White Mitchell’s attack, showing not the slightest hint of giving in.

Every sword clash between the two encapsulated their power and wisdom, creating a tableau of gorgeous yet cruel confrontations. The surrounding valley was torn apart by their sword energies, and the energy radiating off the two became more and more intense.

Alice stood on the side, watching the two fight. She knew that this showdown was more than just a personal duel, but a clash of distinct Sword Dao philosophies. White Mitchell represented the traditional swordsmanship, sharp and aggressive, while Brooks displayed a vibrant and peaceful Sword Dao, incorporating the Power of Immortal Techniques into it.

As the battle continued, White Mitchell gradually realized his deficiencies. His offensive became increasingly passive, and he felt stress unlike he had ever experienced before. However, he didn’t give up, but instead thought even harder about how to break through this predicament.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed White Mitchell’s mind. He curbed his previous aggression, the momentum of his sword became slow and tranquil. He seemed to merge with the rhythm of nature, each sword thrust was as gentle as water ripples, silent and soundless.

Brooks was taken aback for a moment, sensing a diverse change in White Mitchell. He kept a careful watch on White Mitchell and once again swung his sword to meet him. However, this time, White Mitchell’s sword technique was completely different from before.

White Mitchell’s movements were smooth and flowing like a river, while his sword techniques conveyed a mysterious and formless state. Each of his attacks, swift as thunder, aimed at Brooks’ vital points with an irresistible power.

A sense of crisis surged in Brooks’ blood, rendering him extra cautious. He dared not slack off and immediately unleashed his sword to its fullest, creating a flurry of sword shadows.

Sword shadows clashed against sword shadows, sharp ringings of metals colliding echoed in the air. Their swordsmanship intertwined to form a sea of swords, turbulent and rolling. Each clash tore space apart, releasing destructive power.

Alice watched the battle between the two fervently, her heart pounding with excitement. She could feel the power radiating from White Mitchell’s swordplay and the graceful beauty of Brooks’ intricate swordsmanship. The duel had surpassed a mere personal conflict, elevating it to an artful contest of skill.

After a while, White Mitchell changed his attack pattern once more, his swordsmanship was like a tempest, barraging Brooks with relentless strikes. Each sword technique was accompanied by an explosive sound, like a blazing flame, as if everything in its path would be obliterated.

Brooks dodged the tangible attacks and aimed for the intangible, always preserving a cool-headed thought process, seeking his chance to strike. With his soft countering the hard, he precisely targeted the gaps in White Mitchell’s sword techniques, forcing the latter to reign in his attack.

Their battle was growing increasingly fierce and captivating. Their swordplay intertwined, their figures flickering, sword intent collided with sword intent, emanating dazzling glitters of light. They seemed to have turned into dancers performing a sword dance, displaying passion and strength within the valley.

Their sword techniques were baffling and unpredictable. Every clash was like a carefully composed piece of art, breathtaking to witness. Their sword techniques turned into numerous shining edges, striking their opponent. Brooks was as gentle as a breeze, swiftly evading White Mitchell’s attacks, then suddenly counter-attacking, his sword edge slashing towards White Mitchell’s cheek.

White Mitchell snorted lightly, his right-handed sword transformed into a ray of white light, promptly blocking Brooks’ sword edge. His figure suddenly blurred, appearing impressively behind Brooks in an instant, smirking as he made his strike.

Feeling the looming danger, Brooks quickly spun around to counterattack. His sword transformed into a light of electricity, with the spinning sword edge, it forcefully blocked White Mitchell’s sword technique. Immediately, his figure flashed, slashing towards White Mitchell.

White Mitchell’s eyes flared, his sword technique transformed marvelously, intertwining with Brooks’. His left hand rested on the runes engraved on the sword hilt, and a strange power filled the surroundings in a matter of moments.

White Mitchell’s sword techniques suddenly turned incredibly ferocious, as if carrying a dreadful intention to kill. His movements suddenly speeded up, forming countless sword shadows amidst his sword dance, causing an optical illusion. Each sword shadow carried a destructive force, was razor-sharp, as if it could shred everything apart.

Brooks felt the threat from the sword shadows. His heart stirred, his inner strength quickly circulated, and his body muscles instantly tensed. The sword in his hands swung even more fiercely, his figure flickered like electricity, swiftly evading White Mitchell’s sword shadows. Then, carrying an unparalleled sword intent, he slashed directly at White Mitchell’s chest.

With a deafening sound, the sword edges collided. The air seemed to crystallize, and their figures halted instantly. Their swords intersected, scattering countless sparks, brightening up the entire valley.

Everyone who witnessed the scene felt a surge of awe. The skills of both Brooks and White Mitchell had reached a staggering level, each of their attacks carrying a power that seemed capable of obliterating everything, as if they intended to obliterate their opponent completely.

The air in the valley seemed to solidify, and time seemed to stand still. Everyone held their breath, their eyes locked on the two men dueling in the battlefield. Every stroke they made carried an irresistible force, as if they were possessed by divine swords.

However, the duel between Brooks and White Mitchell did not stop, it continued on a fair and intense basis. Their sword techniques were growing more and more ferocious, each stroke containing endless sword intent. Their figures rapidly crisscrossed the battlefield, forming an ocean of sword shadows.

Within the realm of sword shadows, their movements became even sharper. The sharp exposure of the sword technique flashed at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye. The two remained locked in intense combat, with no clear victor.

However, as the duel progressed, those watching slowly spotted some clues. Brooks’ sword techniques became more steady. Each attack was like a divine stroke, accurate without question. In contrast, White Mitchell’s sword techniques started to feel somewhat chaotic, the gaps between each technique were widening.

This did not escape White Mitchell’s keen eyes. Sensing a moment of tension, he realized that Brooks had started to take the upper hand. He immediately adjusted his sword technique, and once again launched a fierce attack on Brooks.

Brooks saw through White Mitchell’s intent, and with a cold sneer, his figure abruptly vanished from its original place, only to reappear behind White Mitchell. The momentum of his sword was like a lightning bolt, stabbing towards White Mitchell’s back.

White Mitchell’s body subtly staggered, and the sword in his hand transformed into a ray of light, blocking Brooks’s attack with a speed beyond imagination.

The two sides once again fell into a standoff, their sword movements locked together, unable to determine a victor.

This scene left everyone’s hearts pounding. They could almost feel the confrontation between the two was reaching a peak, a thin line away from the climax.

The figures of Brooks and White Mitchell flitted through the battlefield like ghosts, emanating a formidable aura. Their swordplay was swift as lightning, accurately striking each other’s sword moves.

The sword light and sword radiance clashed, sparking waves of sparks. Their movements were like a storm, quick and extremely agile. They crosscut, linked in chains, each and every move almost perfect.

With the change in sword techniques, Brooks and White Mitchell began to radiate a peculiar aura. Brooks’s inner self shimmered blue with subtle tiger striations, making him resemble a flickering blue tiger on the battlefield. While White Mitchell radiated a powerful magnetic field as if it could pull any force towards him, making the whole battlefield tremble.

“White Mitchell, though your swordsmanship is exquisite, you can’t suppress my power!” Brooks bellowed, his aura exploding in an instant.

His right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, the blade shimmering with a chilly light. His body suddenly leapt, like a blue leopard pouncing on White Mitchell.

White Mitchell sneered coldly, stomping his feet to summon a gust of wind, lightly dodging Brooks’s attack. His swordplay was like a tidal wave, constant and as steady as a mountain, forcing Brooks to retreat in defeat.

However, Brooks was not willing to be suppressed. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, his hands changing his sword technique unexpectedly and displaying a completely different set of swordsmanship.

His sword momentum became fiercer and more rugged, each stroke bearing an overwhelming force, as if it could tear apart anything in its way. As the sword cleaved, the wind howled; White Mitchell was forced to retreat continuously, barely able to fend off Brooks’s attacks.

“So arrogant!” Wrinkling his brow, White Mitchell’s eyes flashed with a hint of disdain. His body suddenly moved, as fast as lightning, instantly closing the distance between him and Brooks.

As he swung his sword, the radiance was sharp and claw-like, targeting Brooks’s vital areas. Brooks hurriedly backed off in defense, but White Mitchell’s attack was too fast. A flash of sword light merged into the sword radiance, forming a gear-shaped Sword Qi.

Seeing the situation, Brooks didn’t dare to be negligent and when he was fully defending, his body suddenly shook and he disappeared from the spot. The remaining shadow was all that was left of White Mitchell’s Sword Qi.

“What?!” Halting his steps, White Mitchell looked around, somewhat surprised. Suddenly, a strong current attacked him from behind, forcing him to quickly turn around and defend.

Brooks appeared behind him in a flash, his sword bearing a force capable of breaking bamboo as he targeted White Mitchell’s back. White Mitchell quickly raised his sword to block it, and the clash of their sword radiance emitted a deafening noise.

The two quickly separated before clashing again. The sound of their swords colliding came in waves, with bright sword lights and flashing blades streaking across the sky like shooting stars.

The fight intensified, and the storm on the battlefield surged. The intertwined sword light and blade glow formed a unique sea of illumination, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Brooks’s blue tiger pattern flickered non-stop within his sword moves. Every strike was filled with immense power, as if it could tear apart everything. Meanwhile, White Mitchell seemed as stable as a mountain, his pure swordsmanship showing a strength beyond ordinary people.

Suddenly, the magnetic energy emanating from White Mitchell grew stronger. His body seemed to blend into heaven and earth, his sword moves becoming even more fierce. Sensing the danger, Brooks knew he couldn’t drag the fight any further.

He decisively unleashed his last move. Pushing off with both feet, he charged at White Mitchell like a bolt of blue lightning.

A hint of chill flashed across White Mitchell’s eyes. Fearless, his swordsmanship grew more fierce. His blade danced like a winding dragon, slashing towards Brooks head-on.

The two opposing forces clashed, colliding sword lights causing an intense burst of sparks. In an instant, the entire battlefield was illuminated, sparks flying in all directions.

For a moment, both figures froze in mid-air, their intertwining sword lights constructing a colossal and dazzling Sword Mountain.

The battlefield storm raged around the Sword Mountain, the unimaginable Sword Qi oppressing the entire space into unbearable heaviness.

Brooks felt an unprecedented pressure, his eyes resolute and defiant. Gripping his sword tightly, he strived to withstand White Mitchell’s assault.

His Inner Strength erupted, his body seemingly injected with boundless energy, his swordsplay becoming increasingly fierce.

A trace of seriousness washed over White Mitchell’s face. He felt Brooks’s transformation, his swordsmanship becoming even more brutal, every blade carrying infinite power and seemingly tearing apart everything.

Their swords entangled, their sword lights and blade glow woven into a bundle. The power of the Sword Mountain became even stronger, tearing the surrounding air with its cries.

Time seemed to freeze as both men plunged into the collision and confrontation of their swordsmanship.

Suddenly, an unusual sense of fatigue hit Brooks. His sword momentum faltered, causing him to fall into White Mitchell’s trap.

“How naive!” sneered White Mitchell. His blade cut through the air, sharp and unmatched, directing straight at Brooks’s blade.

Knowing it was impossible to block, Brooks refused to surrender, gritting his teeth and resisting with all his might.

The sword lights and blade clashed, Brooks feeling a sudden sharp pain. Blood soaked his fingers, the tiger pattern on his blade fading.

His footing was unstable, his body wobbling, but he clenched his teeth, giving it his all.

Suddenly, his vision blurred, his consciousness wavering. He felt his body hanging in mid-air, unable to move.

“Let’s end it here.” voiced White Mitchell indifferently.

However, at that moment, an immense energy burst from Brooks’s body. Like an erupting volcano, he emitted a powerful aura.

White Mitchell sensed danger and immediately retreated several steps, holding his sword up to block Brooks’s attack.

The tiger patterns on Brooks erupted again, and his swordsplay turned awe-inspiring. Each of his blades carried endless rage and power, slashing at White Mitchell like it was the end of the world.

White Mitchell felt an unprecedented pressure, his swordsmanship seeming to have lost its usual fluidity. He couldn’t afford to be the slightest bit careless, forcing himself to confront Brooks’s onslaught.

Their swords intertwined, sword lights blossoming in the air like fireworks.

Each of their swings carried all their strength and symbolised the confrontation. The frenzy of their sword momentum was like a storm, dragging everything around them into it.

Countless sparks flew, and the Sword Qi sprang like dragons and tigers leaping. The battlefield storm reached its peak as the sword lights and blade glow intertwined into a beautiful and dazzling sea of light.

Their silhouettes intertwined within the firelight, the blade’s shrieking echoing as it cut through the air.

The collision of forces left profound imprints. White Mitchell felt a sour pain in his arm, realising that Brooks’s strength far exceeded his expectations.

Brooks’s attacks escalated, each of his blades forcing White Mitchell back on the defensive, gradually losing the initiative.

“White Mitchell, it seems you’re not worthy to fight me!” Brooks roared with a stern voice, the veins on his forehead bulging, his muscles tense as if holding back the heavens and earth.

Rage burned in White Mitchell’s heart. He exerted all his strength, his body rapidly exhausting, but he held on, refusing to back down.

The sword light streaked across the sky like a rainbow piercing the tranquility of the night. The clash of swords sent out sparks resembling a star-studded sky in the dark. Their battle, like that of War Gods in mythological tales, drew astonished gasps from the crowd.

Suddenly, Brooks faltered, revealing a moment of indecision in his eyes.

White Mitchell saw an opportunity, slashing his sword towards Brooks’s weak point. It was his only chance to regain the initiative.

But just then, Brooks spun around violently, his sword thrust towards White Mitchell’s vital spot with seemingly delayed yet unexpected speed.

White Mitchell instantly felt a strong sense of crisis. He had no time to evade, only to parry with maximum speed.

The glow of the sword cleaved through the night sky like a meteor, their blades clashed, emitting a piercing sound of impact.

The blade was close to White Mitchell’s abdomen, but he was not willing to compromise his superior technique, restraining his impulse to strike.

“Do you think you can beat me like this?” Brooks sneered, his ruthless gaze piercing White Mitchell like a dagger.

White Mitchell’s face turned solemn, he knew that he needed to make a change, he couldn’t continue to take hits passively.

He suddenly relaxed his body, letting go of the taut string in his heart. As a strange power permeated his entire body, White Mitchell himself was enveloped in a faint halo.

This energy came from a void in his heart, as if possessing power beyond mortal beings.

The sword in White Mitchell’s hand suddenly became lightweight, its sword lights and energy clashed with Brooks’s sword momentum like a gentle drizzle.

“What is this?” A hint of hesitation flashed in Brooks’s eyes as he felt the invisible power that made his heart beat faster from White Mitchell.

Their sword momentum tangled once more, this time, White Mitchell gradually took the initiative. His swordsmanship was as natural as flowing water, unpredictable, each stroke full of creativity and endless possibility.

Brooks could only cope with difficulty, feeling that each stroke was a matter of life and death.

Sword light dashed around, sword Qi crisscrossed, causing turbulence in the area. The spectators marveled, applauding abundantly. White Mitchell’s swordsmanship was exquisite, as if the sword tip held an irresistible power. His attacks were precise and swift, piercing the sky like a bolt of lightning.

Brooks was under great pressure, he was reluctant to concede to White Mitchell. He tightened all his nerves, pouring all his power into his sword. His sword momentum suddenly became intensely fierce, like a tiger lunging downhill, unstoppable.

The clashing sounds of their swords were deafening, with sparks and Swords’ shadows flying around. The surrounding airflow was displaced to form a massive vortex, revolving around the two. Onlookers watched from a distance, only seeing the occasional flash of sword light and the explosion of sword Qi in the vortex, as if they were in a perilous sea of swords.

The situation quickly reversed as White Mitchell fell into crisis. He could feel the extreme power from Brooks, each attack threatening to shatter him. Fine beads of sweat were seeping from White Mitchell’s forehead. He took a deep breath, focusing his mind to continue the battle.

His swordsmanship became even more sophisticated, breaking his own limits amidst the confrontation with Brooks. His sword darted like lightning in the air, suddenly breaking through Brooks’s defense line, with the sword tip directly pointing at Brooks’s throat.

Just as White Mitchell’s sword was about to hit, Brooks swiftly evaded. The strong airflow disrupted White Mitchell’s attack rhythm, foiling his sword momentum. Brooks fought back, brandishing his sword to unleash a cold flash of light, aiming straight for White Mitchell’s chest.

White Mitchell felt the breath of death approaching him, as an icy chill almost seemed to envelop his being. He tightened his heart, lightly stepping forward, his sword light piercing the air, forming an invisible shield.

The cold light and the sword light collided instantly, causing a massive explosion. White Mitchell’s body shook, feeling an unprecedented power pouring into him. His vision became clearer, sensitive to all the changes around him.

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“This is the legendary Power of Sword God!” White Mitchell was awestruck, feeling his long-dormant power awaken.

White Mitchel no longer held back, wielding his sword to meet the enemy. Each stroke was full of the prestige of the Power of Sword God. His sword traced beautiful curves in the air, carving out a trajectory of the vast star river. Each strike seemed to detonate the energy between heaven and earth.

Brooks felt White Mitchell’s momentum increasing, he was momentarily on the defensive. His swordsmanship became even more fierce, each attack aiming to be fatal. However, White Mitchell’s sword nullified all his attacks, weakening his power stroke by stroke.

Finally, White Mitchell found a solution to break Brooks’s swordsmanship. He abruptly sheathed his sword, his body swaying like a strong breeze, and in an instant, he circled behind Brooks.

Brooks immediately felt a sense of danger, he swiftly dodged, but White Mitchell’s sword tip followed him like a shadow, continuously in hot pursuit. Brooks was drenched in sweat, knowing that if it continued this way, he would surely lose.

Suddenly, a thought crossed Brooks’s mind. In this critical moment, he turned around quickly, waving his right hand— a wave of sword Qi swept out. The sword Qi was like a storm, instantly separating White Mitchell’s sword momentum.

Brooks seized the opportunity, instantly grabbing this chance, he launched his trump card—”Heaven and Earth Boundless Sword”!

His sword danced, the sword momentum was like a cyclone, with supreme power, it attacked White Mitchell. The sword Qi surged, shaking the air, the pressure in the field increased rapidly.

White Mitchell stared at Brooks’s sword, a trace of gravity flashed in his eyes. He knew that if Brooks’s sword hit him, he would be unable to withstand it.

The entire battlefield fell into silence, no one dared to make a sound. Standing on the edge of the battlefield, Brooks and White Mitchell bowed their heads, in their eyes was an endless thirst.

They had seen the future, they had seen the path to becoming the strongest swordsman. Challenging this stranger once again had become their life’s goal.

On the battlefield, the fight gradually subsided, spectators left one after another, their hearts shook by the breathtaking fight. They knew that the fight at this moment was only the beginning, in this world, there were even stronger swordsmen waiting for them. They needed to continue to strive, to constantly improve themselves, to be able to leave their legend in this land shining with the brilliance of sword light.