Chapter 405 – Strongest Urban Disciple (Five)

Silver Wolf: “Stop!!”

As he spoke, Silver Wolf was genuinely enraged by Ye Kuang’s brutal methods.

One must understand.

If they allowed him to continue killing, all the disciples they brought today would likely perish far from home.

Because once Ye Kuang drew his sword, blood would inevitably flow.

These invisible sword energies were far too bizarre.

Though it might seem like showing off, it was utterly terrifying to witness!

At a glance, these newly-ascended champions had already lost their fighting spirit, exhaustedly fleeing for their lives.

Yet unexpectedly.

While Ye Kuang appeared to be looking straight ahead, he remained fully aware of the movements behind him.

Then.

Ye Kuang suddenly crouched, narrowly avoiding the sweeping slash Silver Wolf aimed at his head.

When he reversed his grip on Heavy Edge, even a simple upward swing carried enough force to send his opponent flying.

In that moment.

Silver Wolf’s feet rapidly shuffled backward as he retreated like flowing water, his eyes filled with utter astonishment.

The reason for this was.

Silver Wolf had believed his surprise attack would succeed, never expecting to be forced back by this junior.

“How did you do that?”

“Senior, why the rush? This is only the beginning. Please wait a moment.”

As he spoke, even Ye Kuang’s ordinary sword-holding posture drew terrified gazes from all around.

Seeing this.

Silver Wolf couldn’t conceal his livid expression, roaring angrily:

“Young man, you’re too arrogant!”

But then changing his tone, Silver Wolf advanced while thundering:

“Black Tiger! Brother Winged Dragon! Attack together!!”

The situation developed so rapidly that even Tie Feng couldn’t help but change expression.

Just as Tie Feng prepared to intervene, a hand stopped him.

“Brother Mo, what do you mean by this!”

“Sect Master Tie, please remain calm. I wish to see exactly how strong this young man has become.”

Tie Feng: “…”

Unbeknownst to them, Ye Kuang fighting against three opponents not only held his ground but faced them with continuous cold smiles.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

For a time, their weapons frequently clashed, the roaring sounds overwhelming their ears.

Ye Kuang’s three consecutive sword strikes swept through like they could challenge heaven and earth.

His effortless Movement Technique resembled a swallow circling back, approaching its glorious moment.

Only then did Silver Wolf realize something.

That was.

This junior before them was no longer the same as before!

Those seemingly flashy, showy actions couldn’t conceal his formidable strength.

“Silver Wolf, what’s with this kid?”

“Why is he so strong? This defies all logic!”

“Enough talk! Let’s subdue him first and discuss later.”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

Between stillness and movement, he always maintained perfect ease.

Clearly, he didn’t take the three-person siege seriously at all.

His swordsmanship alone was sufficient to handle the challenges from all sides.

This must be mentioned.

Ye Kuang had carefully considered intervening in the “Twelve-Year Agreement.”

One must understand.

Having witnessed too much of the martial world’s dangers, he had resolved never to actively seek trouble.

Not to mention offending too many people, merely jumping into the vortex voluntarily went against Ye Kuang’s philosophy of cautious living.

Yet precisely because of this.

Watching these soldiers fearlessly charging forward despite knowing the dangers ahead, he couldn’t help but empathize.

Perhaps he truly wouldn’t have chosen to intervene otherwise.

Bang! Bang! Bang!Thunder rumbled across the battlefield, yet it couldn’t mask the interweaving dance of three daggers closing in.

Witnessing this,

Ye Kuang remained as composed as someone strolling through a courtyard, moving effortlessly amid the storm of sharp edges.

He appeared like an ordinary person casually writing “I’m invincible, do as you please” – a display so audacious it stunned everyone present.

With each flash of his sword, afterimages multiplied, always forcing his opponents to reveal themselves.

As he alternated between deflecting and striking, the trio of Silver Wolf had long turned livid with rage.

Ye Kuang firmly gripped his sword, another strike emerging like wind and thunder, clinging to his foes like maggots to bone.

His clean, efficient swordplay left no room for excess.

It appeared seamlessly fluid, executed in one continuous motion.

Not only did it not compromise his elegance, but it also revealed a heroic spirit, unrestrained and free.

Every time Ye Kuang drew his sword, it seemed to silently declare:

Dao Inquiry in the martial world!

Whether you submit verbally or in your hearts, you’re all welcome to come at me together.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

His sword left its sheath repeatedly, unmistakably displaying his overwhelming dominance and unrestrained style.

Ye Kuang: “How unpredictable life is, why mourn its sorrows? Born with an invincible heart, the martial world is but a dream.”

As his words faded, he manifested as the “Strongest Urban Disciple” through sword and presence.

Through continuous sword chimes, he painted his unshakable ambition to reach the heavens.

Suddenly,

Silver Wolf, sensing the rapidly escalating power in the blade’s edge, couldn’t help but change expression:

“This kid is getting serious! Don’t hold back, everyone, give it your all!!”

At these words, both Black Tiger and Winged Dragon felt the same.

The three shifted like lightning, weaving through the battlefield.

They either individually drew attacks or advanced and retreated as one.

Instead of fearing the mounting pressure, Ye Kuang grew inexplicably more valiant.

“Senior Silver Wolf, your strength is decent, but in the art of infinite variations, you’re miles behind me!”

Ye Kuang murmured.

Just as a single flower contains a world, a single sword opens the blue heavens!

His sword had become an extension of himself, leaping forth as if manipulated by invisible hands controlling the universe’s momentum.

The dancing sword chimes greeted each opponent with a strike.

Amid the rising and falling “clangs,” one couldn’t help but feel:

Was Ye Kuang practicing his swordsmanship?!

“Senior Black Tiger, your blade work isn’t bad either, but compared to my own tiger-like power, it still falls short.”

Ye Kuang added.

Then with a backhand punch – Subduing Dragon, Subduing Tiger.

The fist’s roar was astonishing, its sight unavoidably soul-shocking!

While controlling his flying sword’s movements, Ye Kuang clenched both fists, unleashing Cannon Blasts in all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three punches silently shattered spatial barriers, their thunderous explosions truly Shocking Hundred Li.

Most unbelievably, his expression remained calm despite each punch carrying immense force.

At this moment,

Black Tiger’s eyes nearly burst with rage, his black dagger erupting with mountain-toppling, ocean-churning waves.

He was clearly fighting for his life.

To this,

Ye Kuang paid no mind, his hands shifting from fists to claws to palms, manipulating the universe itself.

It was less like dancing with his sword and more like infinite transformations.

When Black Tiger sensed danger approaching, he realized Ye Kuang’s figure had flickered unpredictably, quietly appearing elsewhere.

That moment, just as Winged Dragon blocked a swinging sword strike, he found another person materializing before him!

Shock and fury!

Terror and dread!Ye Kuang casually gripped the Heavy Edge and delivered an overhead strike—”Cleaving Heaven and Earth”!

Winged Dragon: “You brat are far too arrogant!”

Clang!

Yet who could have predicted that Winged Dragon’s words and the sword’s resonance would simultaneously shake the heavens and earth, while the scene unfolding before their eyes was nothing short of blood-curdling.

Blood sprayed everywhere.

The dagger—shattered!

Winged Dragon retreated dozens of feet in an instant, frozen in a posture of staring down at the broken dagger in his hand.

Had Silver Wolf not anticipated the move and launched a sneak attack from behind Ye Kuang, one combatant would have surely met his end on the spot.

Black Tiger, witnessing Ye Kuang closing in with another sword strike, was utterly terrified.

Cold sweat poured down his face.

He could only respond with a furious roar, sweeping his weapon like autumn leaves against the detestable foe.

Little did he know, Silver Wolf had just deflected the sword’s force when he beheld a sight he would remember for the rest of his life.

Splash… gush!

The sound rippled like a fountain blossoming into flowers, yet in reality, it was nothing but blood spraying three feet high.

In that moment.

The Dark Radiance enveloping Black Tiger silently receded into his body, revealing a deathly pale face.

Ye Kuang: “Rest in peace. You are the only one who has seen my sword drawn but not sheathed!”

With that, he nonchalantly pressed down Black Tiger’s bear-like frame, then turned and elegantly returned the blade to its scabbard.

Silver Wolf: “Black Tiger!!”

Winged Dragon: “Black Tiger!!”

Tie Feng: “…”

Elder: “…”

The crowd: “Hiss hiss hiss…”

Clang! Hummm!

But following the sword’s hum, waves of trembling seized the air, snapping the stunned gazes back to the scene.

Disciples on both sides stared in horror, clearly never expecting Ye Kuang to be this powerful.

He violently shook the long blade, repelling Winged Dragon while simultaneously unleashing a roar akin to tigers and dragons.

“Huh?”

When had Winged Dragon ever witnessed such divine skill?

He was instantly entangled by the sudden, wild draconic presence.

Elder: “It’s over.”

Tie Feng, witnessing this, couldn’t help but share the same thought.

He then closed his eyes, revealing an expression of unbearable sight.

Slash slash slash!

Roar roar roar!

Before their eyes: blood, dismemberment.

The ghastly scene that drained all color from their faces deeply shocked everyone present.

Ye Kuang didn’t even glance at the slowly collapsing Winged Dragon, turning and beckoning with a hand.

In mid-air, the Heavy Edge, humming and singing as it spun, obediently flew back like a child seeing its father, vanishing into the scabbard in the blink of an eye.

At the very center of the scene stood a domineering figure.

Aura overflowing with tyranny!

That was Ye Kuang!