Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 1682: Victor, Ye Liu

Boom... Boom... Boom...

In the air, Beiyin Dong’s phantom was constantly smashing down with his stick.

It looked like illusions, but in reality, every strike shattered the air and collapsed the space.

Ye Liu, who was fighting against him, frowned because he could clearly feel that each strike he blocked became increasingly powerful.

At first, he could easily fend off a dozen strikes.

But gradually, his arms started to feel numb, and even blood began to trickle from his palms.

"The strongest martial technique of the Beiyin Sect, the Hundred Split Stick, truly lives up to its reputation," Ye Liu muttered to himself with a frown.

The next moment, swoosh... Ye Liu’s figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

His speed was extremely fast, and his step technique was incredibly profound.

Beiyin Dong’s phantom couldn’t keep up with his speed, let alone hit him.

"Relying solely on movement technique, you will surely lose this battle," echoes of Beiyin Dong’s phantom resounded in the air, his voice filled with disdain.

In the spectators’ seats.

Ran Qi frowned, "Ye Liu is such an idiot; merely dodging is useless."

"The reason why the Hundred Split Stick is strong is that the martial artist’s power behind each strike increases dramatically."

"Consequently, the speed at which the stick smashes down will become faster."

"By the time the hundred strikes are finished, the power of the last strike will have increased by at least several dozen times."

"What he should be doing right now is figuring out a way to break this Hundred Split Stick, defeating Beiyin Dong before he finishes the hundred strikes."

Xiao Yi glanced over and shook his head.

"The Hundred Split Stick truly lives up to its reputation."

"Continuously striking with each blow building on the power of the previous, and the momentum merging together."

"By the time the hundred strikes are finished, the power and momentum reach their peak, and the final strike is earth-shattering."

"But if one wants to break the stick, it’s impossible."

"Impossible?" Ran Qi frowned at Xiao Yi.

"Yes," Xiao Yi nodded, "Besides the stick’s power, Beiyin Dong’s Black Rock Golden Rod also encompasses stick momentum."

"To break the stick, one must withstand all the stick power and momentum."

"How is this any different from enduring the earth-shattering power of the last strike?"

"This Hundred Split Stick is simply without a solution; the only way is to continuously evade or endure until the last strike falls."

Xiao Yi’s tone became increasingly solemn, "The Beiyin Sect possesses such an unfathomable martial technique; even calling it an Overlord Force doesn’t suffice to describe this sect."

Judging by the power and ingenuity of this Hundred Split Stick, Xiao Yi even dared to assert it’s stronger and more refined than any martial technique of the Eighteen Mansions.

The only thing that could rival and possibly surpass it would be the Ye Saint Six Extremes from Ye Saint Mansion.

Ran Qi furrowed his brows tightly, "I admit your strength and insight are formidable."

"But earlier, you claimed the odds of victory were sixty-forty, with Ye Liu having the sixty."

"Yet, with what you’re saying now, isn’t Ye Liu bound to lose?"

"No." Xiao Yi faintly smiled but didn’t continue speaking.

Within the sword circle.

At this moment, Beiyin Dong’s stick power soared higher, completely breaking through the supreme level of 9992 paths.

In contrast, Ye Liu was fully on the defensive.

Several dozen seconds later.

In the air, multiple phantoms of Beiyin Dong suddenly merged.

Beiyin Dong descended from the sky and struck down with his stick.

This strike was ferocious to the extreme, as well as incredibly fast.

Below, Ye Liu’s pupils constricted; he knew he couldn’t dodge this blow.

"Ye Saint Palm." Ye Liu extended his hands to fully block.

Boom...

The stick and palm finally met.

The roar reached its peak.

In that moment, almost everyone present experienced a deafening ring in their ears.

Throughout the venue, with the exception of Ao Donglou, Xiao Yi, and a few others, almost all tens of thousands of martial artists instinctively covered their ears, looking uncomfortable.

Several seconds later.

The roaring sound faded.

Beiyin Dong’s figure remained suspended in the air, holding the stick firmly.

Ye Liu managed to withstand this strike, but blood streamed from the corner of his mouth.

His young master’s clothes, already striking, now appeared even more glaring with the blood stains.

Below, the formation base of Sword Palace showed signs of cracking.

"Such a powerful blow." Nearby spectators no longer covered their ears, their faces full of disbelief.

"No, it should be said, such a terrifying blow."

"The Beiyin Sect truly lives up to being the top Overlord Force of the Central Region, even surpassing the Eighteen Mansions." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Ye Liu is strong, but ultimately no match for Beiyin Dong."

Within the sword circle.

Beiyin Dong smiled arrogantly, "To withstand one strike of my Hundred Split Stick, Ye Liu, you do have some skill."

"At least, you’re not as useless as the rumors claim."

"However, you are destined to lose."

The pride and arrogance in Beiyin Dong’s eyes erupted to the extreme in an instant.

Ye Liu, still blocking the stick, suddenly smiled, "Martial Technique, Secret Technique, Movement Technique, Holy Artifact—you’ve shown your strongest capabilities."

"And so, you too can be defeated."

"What?" Beiyin Dong’s brows knitted tightly.

In the spectators’ seats, Xiao Yi glanced over, secretly smiling.

He knew the real show was about to begin.

Within the sword circle.

Ye Liu still blocking the stick, suddenly, with a swift motion, grabbed the stick with both hands.

"Come down."

With a cold shout, Beiyin Dong was forcibly pulled to the ground.

"Hah."

Ye Liu took two steps forward, following the stick.

"Trying to seize the stick? You’re overestimating yourself..." Beiyin Dong sneered.

But before he could finish his sentence, his expression changed drastically.

The primordial power surged from Ye Liu’s hands, layer upon layer, like the fierce waves of a great river.

"Impossible, that’s Beiyin Essence Power from my Beiyin Sect." Beiyin Dong’s face turned pale.

Slap...

Ye Liu’s figure advanced with the stick, swinging a palm strike.

Within his palm, primordial power surged, precisely the Beiyin Essence Power.

Caught off guard, Beiyin Dong was pushed back several steps, even letting go of his stick.

Ye Liu caught the stick with one hand, using the other to wipe blood from the corner of his mouth.

Swoosh...

The next instant, he vanished from the spot.

When he reappeared, he swung the stick from mid-air.

Swoosh... Swoosh... Swoosh...

In the air, multiple phantoms appeared out of nowhere.

The phantoms, wielding sticks, struck down, their power escalating.

"How could this be, my Beiyin Sect’s Hundred Split Stick?" Beiyin Dong’s face changed for the first time.

Nearby spectators also widened their eyes, "How can the Young Master of Ye Saint Mansion also wield the Hundred Split Stick of the Beiyin Sect?"

On the other side of the spectators’ seats.

Ran Qi looked amazed, "Did this guy just learn it instantly?"

"Ye Liu’s talent is truly frightening to such an extent?"

"The rumored wanton young master, usually looked down upon, is this his true self?"

Xiao Yi smiled faintly and remained silent.

He knew, though Ye Liu had learned the Hundred Split Stick instantly, the true reason was Ye Saint’s Six Extremes, specifically Hand Extreme and Body Extreme.

Within the sword circle.

Several dozen seconds later.

Ye Liu’s figure overlapped completely.

Then, with an earth-shattering blow, he struck down.

The momentum surpassed even Beiyin Dong.

Boom... an earth-shattering explosion.

Everyone once again covered their ears.

As the explosion faded.

Only Ye Liu remained within the sword circle, confidently holding the stick.

A gentle breeze blew, the graceful flutter of his robe, his handsome face revealing a subtle smile.

Outside the sword circle, Beiyin Dong lay in a pool of blood and fainted.

"The victor of this battle, Ye Saint Mansion, Ye Liu."

The Sword Palace referee’s announcement echoed throughout the venue.

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The second update.