Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 297: Destroying Heaven and Earth
Huang Sixi treasured a relic of Nagarjuna.

When he first entered the martial arts world, he read about the new Rama's inner breathing method on the relic, which made him certain that there were other mysteries in the relic and that there should be martial arts treasures that have not yet been discovered.

He would never abandon Nagarjuna's relics in order to combine the nine magic weapons, and certainly would not throw the relics into the furnace to forge swords.

He thought about this in his heart and turned his gaze to the clay Buddha: "You must know where to find the sarira, right?"

When the Clay Buddha heard this question, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Since Huang Sixi has put forward the request, it means that Huang Sixi needs the clay Buddha to help find the relics, and the two parties already have a basis for cooperation.

The clay Buddha waited with caution, determined to seize this chance to survive.

He held up three fingers and said, "I can at least find three ancient relics suitable for sword forging for you. These relics were all left by great monks hundreds of years ago. They can eliminate the ice and fire rejection between the Huo Lin Sword and the peerless sword!"

He thought that Huang Sixi had at most fused and recast three or four magical weapons, and he estimated the age of the relics he selected based on this.

In order to avoid mistakes, Huang Sixi told him directly: "The magic weapons I want to forge include not only the Fire Scale Sword and the Peerless Sword, but a total of nine! The quality of these weapons is almost the same as the Fire Scale Sword and the Peerless Sword, but the original materials are different, and there may be rejection problems between them. Can the three ancient relics you mentioned meet my sword forging conditions?"

"What? Nine magic weapons!" The clay Buddha couldn't believe it:

"Both the Fire Scale Sword and the Peerless Sword are extremely rare. It is hard to find a single one. I have only heard of seven or eight divine weapons of the same level in my life. How did you collect nine of them, young master?"

"We haven't collected all nine yet!" Huang Sixi began to propose a trade:
"You are a clay Buddha with unparalleled divine calculations. Why don't you help me search for a few magic weapons? As long as you are willing to do this and find the relics for me, I will take back what I said just now, 'I will not save you.'"

Huang Sixi has decided to save the clay Buddha.

He originally wanted to prove that the clay Buddha's physiognomy was a myth, but this time he no longer had the chance.

The Clay Buddha is not just a charlatan. He has some skills that Huang Sixi is not good at, which can help Huang Sixi forge magical weapons. Huang Sixi does not intend to watch him die of illness in the cage.

Now that Huang Sixi has changed his tone, the Clay Buddha should be happy.

He shook his head and sighed to Huang Sixi: "Sir, my physiognomy is mainly to predict people's fortune and misfortune, noble and humble, and longevity through their faces. Divine weapons are not human, how can I predict their whereabouts? Moreover, you want to combine the nine divine weapons into one, and the rejection is too strong. The three ancient relics I mentioned earlier are all invalid. Now I can't even find the relics for you!"

Huang Sixi said, "You have the nickname of God of Fortune, but do you only know how to read faces? You should be very proficient in the art of Feng Shui, right? Can't you use Feng Shui to find the relics of famous people?"

The clay Buddha still looked frustrated: "I have devoted my life to studying Qimen magic, so I naturally know how to observe Feng Shui and good and bad luck, and I also know a lot of Feng Shui treasures. But the relic you need is too demanding, and there is no treasure in the Middle Earth."

After the clay Buddha finished speaking, he lowered his head and thought.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "Outside the Middle Earth, between the snow-capped mountains in the far north adjacent to the East China Sea, there is an ancient tomb called 'Nine Star Hidden Dragon Cave'. There is a relic hidden in the tomb, which can definitely meet your sword-making needs. In addition, there should be a magic weapon in the tomb. If you are willing to save my life, I will rush to this tomb in person and risk my life to retrieve the relic and the magic weapon for you."

Huang Sixi then asked him, "Rising your life to get it? This shows that the mausoleum is very dangerous. You are confident that you can accomplish this task on your own. Don't you need me to accompany you?"

The clay Buddha replied, "This tomb is completely arranged by strange Feng Shui. Military force is useless. You won't be able to help much if you go there! This tomb is thousands of miles away from the Middle Earth. The environment is icy and snowy. You haven't gathered all your magic weapons yet. If you don't mind wasting time looking for the tomb, you can go with us!"

After hearing this, Huang Sixi suddenly pushed his palm forward, smashing the clay Buddha's cage into pieces.

Then he gestured to the clay Buddha: "Come here, I will check your injuries first."

The clay Buddha immediately left the mire.

He was very weak and could not stand steadily when he walked to Huang Sixi's side, so he could only sit cross-legged on the ground.

In fact, he was trapped for less than a month. Before he was imprisoned by Xiongba, his body was covered with abscesses and he was tortured by this strange disease and was in excruciating pain.

He had tried to save himself, but no panacea had any effect on the abscess.

Huang Sixi used Rama Qi to treat him.

After a while, the meridians in his palms were nourished by the true qi, and the several abscesses on the back of his fingers disappeared. The skin and flesh returned to their original state, and there was no more pain from the poisonous fire attacking his fingers.

"Ah! Sir, you can really cure the disease of divine punishment!"

The Clay Buddha was very excited when he realized that the stubborn disease could be eradicated.

Huang Sixi, however, poured a basin of cold water on him: "Don't be too happy too soon! Although I can cure your abscess, I won't be able to cure it completely this time!"

Huang Sixi decided to save the Clay Buddha and let him go to the 'Nine Star Hidden Dragon Cave' in the extreme north to get the treasure, but Huang Sixi himself did not plan to go with him. He had to make sure that the Clay Buddha would return.

He told the Clay Buddha bluntly: "I will first eliminate most of your poisonous sores, so that you can recover your strength and support you in your long journey. When you find the relics and magic weapons and hand them over to me, I will then permanently cure this stubborn disease for you!"

The clay Buddha understood Huang Sixi's concerns, but still had objections: "Sir, this kind of poisonous sore will continue to spread. As long as there is one on your body, it will grow more and more. You should eliminate most of them now. When I go to look for the tomb in the future, the poisonous sore will definitely recur. By then, I will be physically weak and my spirit will be unclear. I will not be able to detect Feng Shui, and I will not be able to open the 'Nine Star Hidden Dragon Cave'."

Huang Sixi said: "Don't worry, I have my own way to prevent the carbuncle from recurring!"

Huang Sixi will use Rama's Qi to stop the spread of the poisonous sore, and then equip it with a batch of drugs to block the spread of the poisonous sore, which will solve the problem.

Seeing that Huang Sixi had his own ideas, the clay Buddha did not argue: "Everything is up to you, young master!"

He changed the subject and continued, "Even if my carbuncle is completely healed, there is still a chance of mishap when I go to the Far North to look for a tomb. Before I leave, I will draw a detailed map of the 'Nine Star Hidden Dragon Cave' and agree on a date with you. If I don't return after the deadline, it means that I am trapped or died in the tomb. Then you can go to look for the tomb yourself with the map!"

His consideration was very thorough.

Huang Sixi nodded at him: "Okay!"

Then continue to treat his carbuncle.

The night passed.

The entire arm of the clay Buddha was brand new, and the poisonous sore on the arm was cleaned by Huang Sixi.

The final battle between Xiongba and Sword Saint will be held at noon two days later.

During this period, Huang Sixi stayed in the sword tomb to treat the clay Buddha.

By the time the day of the decisive battle arrived, Huang Sixi had almost completely cured the clay Buddha's poisonous sores.

At this moment, the Clay Buddha has completely recovered to normal. Except for a few poisonous sores on his back, the rest of his body is no different from that of an ordinary person and he can fully withstand the long journey.

"Sir, do you need me to set out to find the tomb now?"

The Clay Buddha smiled and asked Huang Sixi for advice. Although the journey was full of dangers, the Clay Buddha was originally destined to die. Fortunately, he met Huang Sixi, which gave him a chance of survival.

Therefore, he sincerely hoped to do things for Huang Sixi. Even if he died while searching for the tomb, he would not feel any regrets.

Huang Sixi waved his hand at him: "Don't leave yet, accompany me to watch the battle between Sword Saint and Xiong Ba, and keep an eye on someone for me!"

The clay Buddha asked curiously, "Who do you want me to keep an eye on, sir?"

Huang Sixi said, "Master Buxu from Miyin Temple!" The clay Buddha thought for a moment and asked, "Master Buxu is Nan Wuming's best friend. Do you want to find out the whereabouts of Wuming's weapon, the 'Hero Sword', through Master Buxu?"

Huang Sixi couldn't help but look at him, thinking that he was really quick to react: "That's exactly what I meant!"

The clay Buddha immediately reminded him, "I met Wuming 20 years ago. He definitely doesn't look like someone who died early. Although rumors spread that Wuming is dead and hasn't shown up in 20 years, I believe he is still alive and the Hero Sword should still be in his hands! Young Master, it may be difficult for you to get the Hero Sword!"

If it were someone else, the Clay Buddha would definitely persuade them to give up the idea of snatching the Hero's Sword.

But Huang Sixi has an extraordinary destiny, and the Clay Buddha will not only not persuade him, but will do his best to help Huang Sixi achieve his wish.

Huang Sixi knew that Wuming was not dead, and he also knew that it would not be easy to snatch the Hero Sword. He only told the Clay Buddha: "After the decisive battle between the Sword Saint and Xiong Ba is over, I will make a big scene in the Tianxiahui headquarters. Just keep an eye on Monk Buxu and don't let him leave for the time being!"

The clay Buddha sighed slightly, "Master Buxu is a very skilled martial artist. I may not be able to keep him! But I have a reputation as a divine physiognomist. When I was traveling around the world, everyone who saw me wanted to ask me for a fortune. I will try to use fortune-telling to lure Master Buxu. Maybe I don't even need to do anything. Master Buxu will stay by my side and listen to my fortune-telling!"

Huang Sixi waved at him and said, "Then there is no need to wait any longer, let's go to Xiongba Hall now!"

The decisive battle between Sword Master and Xiong Ba takes place in Xiong Ba Hall, which is where Tian Xia Hui holds daily meetings and receives guests.

At this moment, flags were flying high in the hall, war drums were rumbling, and the leader of the Tianxiahui was sitting on a dragon throne with a majestic look. The elite soldiers from each hall were arranged in an orderly manner, looking fierce, standing tall in the hall.

The leaders of various gangs and martial arts sects who were invited to watch the fight have also arrived one after another and sat on both sides of Xiongba.

It was almost noon.

Everyone was eagerly waiting, gazing outside the hall, awaiting the arrival of the Sword Master.

The door of the hall was open, and the heroes' eyes glanced outside the door, looking down at the steps below the door nervously.

There are more than two hundred steps, leading directly to the foot of the mountain several dozen feet below.

At the foot of the mountain, there stood an old man with white hair and beard, looking indifferently up at the gate of the Xiongba Hall above the stone steps.

This old man was the sword master who had met Huang Sixi once before.

To the left of the Sword Master stood a low peak. Huang Sixi emerged from the woods between the peaks riding a Fire Qilin. The Clay Buddha stood beside him, watching the battle with him.

However, when the Clay Buddha saw the Sword Saint's face clearly, he suddenly frowned and said to himself, "Has the Sword Saint aged to this extent? His complexion is weak and his spirit is declining. It is clear that he is about to die of old age. Even if he does not come to fight Xiong Ba, he will definitely not live for a few days!"

After saying that, he looked up at the sky. The sky was covered with thick haze, the clouds changed color, and it was pitch black, like an old and decaying sword master, unable to emit any light of life anymore.

But the Sword Master still persisted tenaciously.

He staggered up the stairs and staggered towards Xiongba Hall.

Every step he took seemed to exhaust all his strength.

But the high fighting spirit in his heart never extinguished, supporting his old and frail body and keeping him moving forward.

He murmured something that only he could hear:
"I want to fight!"

“I’m going to hold on!”

"I must persevere..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped on the steps. His body was motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in a state of tranquility.

He had only climbed a few dozen steps at this time and was still twenty or thirty feet away from Xiongba Hall, but it seemed that he would never be able to reach the hall and fight a decisive battle with Xiongba.

The Clay Buddha took a closer look and said in surprise: "The Sword Saint has lost his breath. He... He seems to be dead. Alas, he has a peerless swordsmanship, but he was defeated by his own fate. God will not let him kill Xiong Ba, he must lose!"

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Huang Sixi knew that the Sword Saint was risking everything: "His five senses were closed, his breathing had stopped, but his Qi was still flowing in his body. He was exhausting all his energy and inner strength to use his ultimate move of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique!"

"Is he using his sword moves?"

The clay Buddha had no knowledge of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique and asked curiously, "What kind of sword moves would require the Sword Saint to overdraw all of his body's vitality and true energy to release?"

This sword move is exactly the last move of "Holy Spirit Sword Technique" 'Heaven-Destroying and Earth-Destroying Sword Twenty-Three'.

The Sword Master had never used it in the martial arts world before, and even he himself was not sure he could perform it perfectly.

There is only one chance to draw the sword. After drawing the sword, no matter whether the Sword Saint can kill Xiongba or not, the Sword Saint will die and the sword will disappear.

Huang Sixi was about to answer the clay Buddha.

Suddenly, a beam of light broke through the dark clouds, shone on the steps, and instantly illuminated the Sword Saint.

Huang Sixi and the clay Buddha both thought that the clouds and fog had cleared away because of the sunshine.

They looked again and found that a ball of sword light burst out from the Sword Saint's body, shining into the sky and causing the clouds to clear.

'boom! ’ sound.

The sword light suddenly broke away from the Sword Saint and shot forward like an arrow. The sword force was too powerful and condensed without dissipating, just like a figure condensed by sword light, rushing towards Xiongba Hall along the steps. Wherever it passed, the sword energy overflowed and cut, stones shattered and the earth collapsed, and a long and narrow sword mark suddenly appeared in the center of the steps.

The moment the sword shadow disappeared into the hall, the light on the sword flashed and grew rapidly, creating a cold aura that enveloped the hundreds of heroes in the hall.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still and space was frozen.

Everyone in the hall, including Xiongba, came to a collective halt, their inner energy could not circulate, and even their blood had become rigid. They stared helplessly with their eyes wide open, like puppets to be slaughtered, staring at the incoming enemy in horror.

The sword shadow at the hall door did not stop and continued to rush forward, heading straight for Xiongba who was sitting in the hall.

Wherever the sword shadow passed, the sword energy was chaotic and cut into the flagpoles standing on both sides, breaking the poles into pieces, and slashing towards the people under the flags, shattering their bodies. The sword energy fell to the floor, breaking the board into pieces, splitting the roof of the hall, and the tiles of the hall collapsed.

Within a radius of more than ten feet around Xiongba Hall, all people or objects that appeared in the hall were killed by the sword energy and had nowhere to escape.

This is the invincible power of "Destroying Heaven and Earth".

Even though Xiong Ba, who had attained supreme martial arts, was trapped in the aura formed by the sword move "Destroying Heaven and Destroying Earth", he was like a lamb to be slaughtered, powerless, his body stiff and unable to move, and he could only wait to be slaughtered.

There was a sound of 'Puff!'

The sword shadow flew in front of Xiongba, and the sword light pointed forward, easily piercing into Xiongba's chest and passing through his body in one blow.

(End of this chapter)