Realm-Hopping Martial Master

One man's spear thrust parted the waves!

The other's saber slash boomed like thunder!

BANG!

BOOM!

Several loud explosions erupted beside the two men. True Strength clashed with Hua Jing, tearing through the air. An immense power collided over the vast West Lake, sending countless waterspouts bursting forth!

"Well done!" Shang Siguo, his eyes sparkling, let out a low shout. He faced Jiang Shu's thunderous saber. Twisting his body, he rotated the long spear with a single hand. Countless water droplets, enhanced by Hua Jing, became as hard as steel beads. With the force of the spear, they suddenly exploded! At this moment, it seemed he no longer held a mere spear—a cold weapon—but a machine gun, a firearm with unmatched firing speed and power!

"This is Autumn Wind," Jiang Shu spoke indifferently.

Facing such an attack, a typical Grandmaster would dodge, fearing they would be turned into a sieve. But Jiang Shu's expression remained unchanged.

Within him, the White Tiger True Strength erupted. He stepped forward, his robe billowing and his hair fluttering. The cold wind within a hundred meters converged at that moment. As Jiang Shu swung his saber, the cold wind also formed into blade-like threads, shattering the steel-bead-like water droplets.

This kind of battle seemed ordinary to Jiang Shu and Shang Siguo. But it shocked all the Martial Artists outside the lake!

"So terrifying! The explosive power of Grandmasters Jiang and Shang is comparable to a bomb."

"It's not just their explosive power. Though one wields a spear and the other a saber, in truth, the lake water, the cold wind—everything in the world—can serve as their weapons!"

"Their internal organs must be refined to perfection! Every pore on their bodies is filled with Hua Jing!"

「On the shore.」

The Hua Jing Masters standing in the front row felt this most deeply. Like everyone else, they held their breath, intently focusing on every move on the lake.

This was no mere contest of pride! These were two supreme Grandmasters, demonstrating the very essence of Hua Jing through their battle!

"Unknowingly, Elder Shang's understanding of Hua Jing has actually reached this stage. This battle should be his ascension to Dan Jin! If he wins, he will surely achieve Dan Jin upon his return!"

"The two appear to be fighting fiercely, yet neither has exerted their full strength."

"Young Jiang truly deserves his title of Young Grandmaster. His Martial Arts talent is a rarity, seen perhaps once in five thousand years! Having entered Hua Jing less than a year ago, he can already contend with Elder Shang without showing any signs of weakness. Regardless of victory or defeat in this battle, his future achievements will definitely surpass that of a Dan Jin Great Grandmaster!"

"I am not as skilled as either of them," one Hua Jing Master lamented.

Among the Hua Jing Masters, the man in a Taoist robe at the center spoke. He had long hair and an ordinary appearance. But once he spoke, the surrounding Hua Jing Masters ceased their discussions and couldn't help but prick up their ears. This man was none other than Zhuang Xiuqi, formerly second on the Grandmaster List, who had once fought Shang Siguo to a draw.

This was the reaction of the Hua Jing Masters. Imagine, then, the Dark Force Martial Artists behind them. Watching the Grandmasters' battle on the lake, their hearts surged. They wished they could immediately enter the Heaven and Earth Secret Realm, ascend to Hua Jing through countless battles, and truly experience the profundity of Martial Arts!

What a pity, to be born in the wrong place, Jiang Shu sighed inwardly, thinking of Shang Siguo. When it comes to understanding Hua Jing, Shang Siguo is countless times stronger than I am. Although I have also comprehended Hua Jing and used innumerable resources to push myself to the peak, whether in combat or in my understanding of energy, what I've used from beginning to end is still the Four Symbols True Strength. If Shang Siguo had been in the Da Jing Dynasty, with his Martial Arts talent, he definitely wouldn't be limited to this Realm!

Even with such a profound understanding of Hua Jing, Shang Siguo hasn't reached Dan Jin. This shows that Dan Jin and Hua Jing aren't merely different in terms of power. From ape to man... from man to Immortal... it seems the gap between Dan Jin and Hua Jing might be far greater than the one between changing blood and cultivating viscera.

As these thoughts raced through Jiang Shu's mind, he swung his saber. He hoped to use this battle to understand the deficiencies in his "Four Symbols Internal Energy" and advance quickly.

Within him, the Four Symbols True Strength continuously adjusted, and Jiang Shu's aura climbed to its peak during the battle.

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

The entire West Lake's water level was forcibly lowered by several centimeters due to the battle between Jiang Shu and Shang Siguo! An immeasurable amount of lake water evaporated into mid-air!

Jiang Shu swung his saber, one strike after another. On his status panel, the proficiency for both his "Four Symbols Internal Energy" and "Four Seasons Blade Technique" was visibly leaping upwards at a rapid rate, especially his Xuanwu True Force. Among the four types of True Strength, the Xuanwu True Force, which he had mastered last, was now surging ahead. Both the Cold Poison and the Essence Blood of the Evil Flood Dragon were related to it.

Under each of Jiang Shu's offensive saber strikes, Shang Siguo fought with increasing vigor. His clothes, already shattered by Hua Jing, left him standing on the lake in tatters. Each spear movement, whether offensive or defensive, would at times unleash towering waves, or at others, conjure water screens before him.

It had been a long time since he had such an exhilarating battle! His eyes shone like stars, his form condensed and radiating spirit!

In the Martial Arts world of the Xia Country, each Realm was a heaven unto itself. He might be strong among Hua Jing Masters, but that was still just Hua Jing! Not Dan Jin!

Therefore, from beginning to end, this battle was not about him competing with Jiang Shu for the top spot! Hua Jing was no longer his goal. What he vied for was the majestic path of Martial Arts!

"Jiang Shu, receive this spear technique of mine!" Shang Siguo, having gathered enough momentum, roared, "The Ninth Form: Though I Face Nine Deaths, I Shall Have No Regrets!"

His spine and arms twisted in unison—the spear thrust out like a dragon! In this single thrust, the cold wind and lake water coalesced into a waterspout, directly tearing through Jiang Shu's saber light.

This spear strike arrived too quickly, too ferociously. A typical Hua Jing Master facing it would likely turn and flee immediately.