In the Martial God Hall.

The councilors were all fixed on the battle.

It was a Peak Ninth-Rank Fire Dragon. The other one is a Mentalist, marked as 'Dominator Second Stage'.

It was impossible to look away.

"This Qin Mu"

"Isn't he a little out of line?"

"The Martial God Hall's simulation has no limits on the number of weapons that can be carried, yes, but is it necessary that he brings so many shields?" Gun King couldn't suppress a frown.

"He's making use of his resources. What's wrong with that?"

Bai Ming's eyes were different, though; he had a look of appreciation. "Even when real combat is happening, as long as one has the funds, who says they can't bring along one or two hundred shields that are S-grade?"

"Um, well, yeah, it sounds a little too extravagant, though."

"Which Mentalist carries more than a hundred S-Grade shields?" a councilor grumbled.

Additionally, there is

"Extravagant?" Bai Ming's eyes narrowed. "Eighty years ago, I was known as the Shield War God. Which time did I go out of the city with fewer than hundreds of shields? Do you think I am joking?"

Pfft

It appears that most people would not have been able to recall the incidents that occurred eight decades ago but for a mention by Bai Ming.

Shield War God!

Hearing the name of this prize, Wu Po Xing couldn't help but curve his lips into a faint smile.

"Each journey, as a Martial Artist, meant traveling to the mouth of death, because of the Great Cataclysm," Wu Po Xing said. "You protected what you could with shields, with armor. The amount that you wanted, there was never enough."

The Modern Martial Artist differed. Although they exported spares, not many were this audacious. Prior to going on a mission, modern fighters researched thoroughly prior to attacking. Too much protection weighed him down, which may impact his efficiency.

"This Qin Mu. I think he's very good. He should join my Myriad Sword Pavilion!" Bai Ming shouted loudly, his gaze glued on the screen. "If he had my instruction, with his talent. and if he mastered the most superior skill from Sole Focus—Nine Swords in a Line!"

"He could probably kill this Fire Dragon on the spot!"

Hmm.

Wu Po Xing nodded slightly. "His journey inside the Dragon's Nest is over, though."

It is a Fire Dragon of the Ninth Rank. Its defense is abnormal. In other words, it is very difficult to kill, especially when one is not in the Great Grandmaster realm!

Nine Swords in a Line.

This was the White Sword Sect's legendary final technique. It's the only technique that can overcome the Grandmaster's level and reach that of the Great Grandmaster.

This is because, even with the combat power of the Grandmaster Ranking, there is no way that this Fire Dragon can be killed.

Councilor William sneered at Qin Mu. "Then, we'll see how you die! Let you taste some interest first!"

On the screen.

The Fire Dragon's breath attack is now over.

The shields of Qin Mu were exhausted. The S-Grade shields, with hundreds of them either melted, broken, or a combination of the two, were now

Whoosh

_Dozen_ Azure Flame Flying Swords appeared beside Qin Mu.

"Hmm"

Bai Ming suddenly cried out in surprise. "How can he have so much Mental Energy?"

The following second, the dozens of Azure Flame Flying Swords completed combining.

The swords transected the sky, aiming at the Fire Dragon's golden eyes.

Clang

The Fire Dragon involuntarily closed his eyelids.

The swords hit the eyelids but were deflected by the scales.

"Tsk, what a pity," Bai Ming sighed inwardly. "If it were a full-power strike, it might have blinded one of the eyes," he said to himself.

The common flying swords did not possess enough fighting power. The common flying swords were not strong enough to break through the Dragon's scales. "The scales on the eyelids may appear to be slim, but they are, in fact, the best quality scales on the entire body!"

"Fire Dragons are difficult to kill," Wu Po Xing said thoughtfully. "Its eyelid scales are very resilient, with the ability to close nostrils at will. Its back is protected by its tail, which is rarely exposed."

"A Martial Artist can only hope to approach, stabilize a stance on the back of its neck, and furiously attack to wear down its defense!"

Bai Ming's eyebrows twitched. "If I were to take action, only one close-range strike is required to finish that hairless monster!"

Wu Po Xing did not argue back with him. The mentalists always had certain typical annoying qualities.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mu on the screen has abandoned most of his Azure Flame Flying Swords, keeping only nine with him, ready to strike.

"This.."

Wu Po Xing was unsure.

"Vice-Alliance Leader," Bai Ming said, his eyes narrowing into slits as he examined the screen, "I see that Qin Mu's initial posture has the taste of 'Nine Swords in a Line.'"

"Impossible!"

"How could he understand Nine Swords in a Line?!"

Before he had a chance to complete his sentence, there appeared an Azure Flame Flying Sword.

In the meantime, the other eight flying swords acted in concert.

In mid-air, a sword led the charge, followed by eight others in a precise array.

"Ah??"

Bai Ming's mouth hung agape, nearly a ninety-degree angle.

"Impossible. still impossible!"

"Sword array seems to be fine, but Nine Swords in a Line is not that easy," Bai Ming quickly explained, trying to make a convincing argument with himself.

"To use nine swords simultaneously, one needs 108 strands of Mental Energy. Even I cannot handle that many at once."

"Nine Swords in a Line is all about making the impossible, possible! Even if he is a genius, even with my teaching, it would take him at least ten years of rigorous learning to master such a martial art!"

"Sword chasing sword, sword merging with sword, nine swords stacking into one. The degree of difficulty is incomprehensible to outsiders,"

Exactly when Qin Mu's first sword approached the nostril of the Fire Dragon, a loud, rumbling voice

Its eyelid scales were set at an angle to easily turn back blades.

Nose! Close!

The Fire Dragon was no fool; it had held its breath and closed its nostrils, glaring at Qin Mu.

Pfft

The first sword landed.

It wasn't bounced off, unlike before.

Right after, a linear streak of light appeared on the screen.

Ding!

A sharp, metallic ring sounded

In that split second, the Azure Flame Flying Sword disappeared. The sword had passed straight through, drilling itself into the nostril of the Fire Dragon.

In the time it takes for one to breathe, the radiance in the Fire Dragon's eyes started to fade away. After that, when the light in the eyes is extinguished, life is short-lived. In what-ever realm the Vicious Beast is, once a Mentalist has penetrated the inner defense of the Beast, the fate is sealed. In the Hall, Wu Po Xing's eyes were full of shock.

Wu Po Xing suddenly stood up. "Nine Swords in a Line!!"

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