Weapon Master

Chapter 896 - Flower Burial

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In the blink of an eye, the remaining stamens of the flower had already touched the sword screen formed by the interweaving sword beams. In an instant, it was as if sparks had landed on a large patch of fiery oil. This verdant void actually began to blaze.

In a split-second, the sword beams were engulfed within.

A short while later, those sword rays disappeared into nothingness.

Zheng Rong's expression changed once again. It was one thing for his attack to be instantly disintegrated by the green flames. He could even feel the life in his body rapidly ebbing away. Tang Huan had attacked twice in the past and present. One of the attacks seemed to be giving him life, the other seemed to be burning his life force.

These two conditions caused Zheng Rong to feel that things weren't looking good.

"Hu!"

Zheng Rong's body retreated, and the True Essence within his body roared out as it condensed into a thick barrier in front of him, isolating his body from the green flames.

With his fastest speed, he retreated more than 10 meters back. Only then did the vitality in his body stop flowing away. That true essence barrier also nearly simultaneously collapsed and dissipated.

Fortunately, the green flames also became weaker and weaker, and very soon, it was completely burned away.

"Tang Huan, what kind of Spear Technique is this?" Zheng Rong heaved a sigh of relief, his eyes were staring straight at Tang Huan, and he could not help but ask.

"Why do you need to know so much about the person who will be defeated!" Tang Huan's lips curled up into a smile.

"You …"

Zheng Rong was greatly infuriated, but before he could even finish his words, Tang Huan had already rushed over. The lance in his hand crazily danced, and a majestic green aura surged out of the lance, condensing into numerous huge green flowers with a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

"Flying Flower Spear Technique, Flower Tomb!"

In the time it took to snap a finger, the earth-shattering green flowers had already filled Zheng Rong's eyes.

Every single flower contained a terrifying life force. When the flowers connected, the life force turned into a monstrous wave that surged through the sky, unstoppable. At this moment, Zheng Rong's mind was in shock and he felt as if he was about to be completely buried by the flowers.

"Break!"

Zheng Rong was both shocked and shocked. He let out a roar and the greatsword in his hand exploded with an incredibly eye-piercing black light in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, Zheng Rong had already walked forward with quick steps as the great sword stabbed forward. The body of the sword trembled in accordance to a strange rhythm, and a black vortex had already formed at the tip of the sword after an instant.

"Hu!"

The whirlpool expanded rapidly, like a ferocious ancient beast opening its bloody mouth. Not only did it envelop Zheng Rong within, it also seemed to want to swallow the entire space below the high platform of round cover.

The green wave formed by the condensed flowers and the black vortex formed by Pang Shuo swiftly approached. After the flick of a finger, the two clashed with incomparable intensity.

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The heaven-shaking, earth-shattering sounds seemed to congeal into reality as they roared in all directions, as if they wanted to overturn all the round cover on the stage. Almost at the same time, the extremely terrifying Strength Qi continued to roll, the entire area seemed to have been stirred up crazily.

The air distorted intensely, while the round cover also fluctuated slightly like ripples. However, under the impact of the Strength Qi, the round cover remained as steady as Mt.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

After a moment of stalemate, a cry of alarm rang out.

Under the crushing pressure of countless green flowers, the black vortex could no longer hold on and instantly collapsed into nothingness. Zheng Rong's figure immediately appeared, but he was instantly knocked to the ground along with his sword. He wasn't even able to blink for half a second before he was engulfed by the wave of flowers.

Around the Sword Displaying Arena, countless cultivators gasped.

"Zheng Rong just got onto the Earth Board, his rank was not much higher than Lu Xudong's, but his strength is definitely stronger than Lu Xudong's. Now, he can't even take three of Tang Huan's strikes, and in these few days, Tang Huan's strength has already increased to such an extent?"

"Tang Huan's spear skills seem to be extremely strange …."

"'Flying Flower Spear Technique'? Impossible, according to what I know, although this kind of Spear Technique is quite powerful, it is definitely unable to reach such a level. Could it be because Tang Huan fused with the Wood Spiritual Fire? "

"I wonder how Zheng Rong's condition is, he'll probably be severely injured this time around, right?"

"..."

From time to time, exclamations could be heard from the crowd.

On the high platform, the flower quickly scattered and Zheng Rong's figure immediately appeared, but he remained motionless on the ground. The giant sword was also quietly lying beside him, obviously fainting.

"Hu!"

Tang Huan swung his spear, and Zheng Rong's body flew up into the air, passing through the round cover and falling down onto the stage. With another thrust, the greatsword flew out of the stage and landed beside Zheng Rong with a clang. Subsequently, Zheng Rong's sword token left the high platform.

"Buzz!"

A deep rumbling sound rang out as the Earth Board appeared on the cliff.

After a long period of time, Tang Huan's name once again entered the Earth Board, replacing Zheng Rong. He was ranked ninety-eighth, while Zheng Rong dropped to ninety-ninth.

Looking at his rank, Tang Huan unwittingly smiled.

The effect of this "Flying Flower Spear Technique" was even greater than Tang Huan had expected. In Tang Huan's hands, the power of this kind of combat skill had already far surpassed his extreme limits. If the cultivator who created this battle skill were to watch Tang Huan's attack, he would probably sigh and admit defeat.

The reason it was like this was because of the increase in power brought about by the wood type weapon in Tang Huan's hand and the effect of the "Great Ultimate Spiritual Fire".

If it was any other cultivator of the Rank Seven True Spirit, he definitely would not have been able to unleash the "Flying Flower Spear Technique" to this extent.

In a moment, Tang Huan had already reached out to grab his own sword token, and the round cover immediately dissipated. Tang Huan did not immediately leave, but continued to stand at the top of the stage. His two eyes quickly swept across the people below the stage, and then he laughed loudly: "Is Senior Brother Peng Haiyan here?"

Amongst the crowd, a hesitant expression appeared on Peng Haiyan's face.

When he had just received Gao Zhen's written challenge, he had been rather confident in his match with Tang Huan on the Sword Discourse Arena. No matter how strong Tang Huan was, he was still just a Rank Seven True Spirit cultivator. But after seeing the battle between Tang Huan and Zheng Rong, he had a serious doubt of his own strength. He had fought with Zheng Rong before, and the strength of the two were about the same. Even if he could defeat Zheng Rong, he would still need to go through a bitter battle. However, on the Sword Discourse Arena, it was a one-sided battle.

Given Zheng Rong's strength, even he was unable to receive Tang Huan's "Flying Flower Spear Technique", he was probably no exception.

"Senior Brother Peng …"

By the side, Gan Yuan lightly called out and shook his head.

If his opponent was a cultivator at the peak of the Origin Condensation realm, admitting defeat wouldn't be shameful, but Tang Huan who was on stage only had a cultivation level of Rank Seven True Spirit, and did not even have a cultivation level of the Origin Condensation Realm, how could he open his mouth? After hesitating for a moment, Peng Haiyan finally clenched his teeth and leapt onto the stage …