Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 500 Fulfillment (Bonus Chapter!)

"Is this the Sword God?"

Looking at the figure enveloped in the boiling moonlight, Long'er felt an inexplicable surge of impulse.

He wanted to challenge the Sword God and determine who was the best swordsman in the world.

They want to reclaim the glory that rightfully belongs to them.

Gradually, a sharp and merciless sword intent surged in her chest, making Long'er's eyes even clearer.

Ren Shaoyang raised a finger, and the moonlight gathered into a beam.

Suddenly, the world lost its color. Ren Shaoyang casually made a stroke, and the condensed moonlight transformed into a magnificent and unparalleled beam of silver light, like an arrow of divine punishment, piercing straight through.

Wu Wudi's eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat, his hair and beard fluttered like flags, and he raised his palm, channeling all his strength to meet the attack.

Before everyone's eyes, Ren Shaoyang unleashed his peerless sword, shooting forth with tremendous force. Wu Wudi drew circles with both palms, meeting the attack with all his might. Like two rainbows piercing the heavens and earth, their palms clashed from afar.

In an instant, the winds of change swept through the land, and everyone fell silent.

Hooray!
Thunder roared and crashed, a deafening roar like the sky collapsing and the oppressive aura causing hearts to pound and breath to suffocate.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, and the assembled heroes screamed in terror.

Suddenly, a huge and terrifying wave swept out from the two of them in all directions!

"boom!"

A deafening explosion reverberated in all directions, and the tangible aftershocks of the energy slowly spread outwards.

The stone bridge suddenly sank and plummeted downwards.

Before the people on the bridge could even react, they were thrown into the lake like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

In an instant, the wind subsided and the clouds dispersed, leaving the heavens and the earth completely cleansed.

A moment later, the world returned to calm, and the two figures fell to their respective places.

"Wow!"

Wu Wudi's body trembled suddenly, and he spat out blood, the crimson spots a shocking sight.

Ren Shaoyang laughed and asked, "Can you still hold on?"

"Yes! Of course you can!"

Wu Wudi's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he suddenly let out a long howl.

With a sway of his body, he created a series of afterimages, swirling with clouds and mist, and his powerful energy permeated the area within ten feet.

Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly, his body motionless, as if propelled by a strong wind, and he floated lightly out of the phantom.

Wu Wudi was taken aback. Ren Shaoyang's move seemed to be using his strength against him, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem right.

The "Invincible Ten Directions" power is divided into ten streams, but if they are combined, they can be infinitely varied. The opponent senses the wind, and the power has already taken hold. If Ren Shaoyang dares to borrow the wind, it is tantamount to courting death.

Wu Wudi couldn't figure it out, and felt a surge of unease.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly chuckled: "Brother, if you can learn from me, then I can naturally learn from you too!" As he spoke, his figure moved like an arrow chasing the wind, riding the light and shadow, often shifting positions in the impossible.

"Hmph! I'd like to see for myself!"

Wu Wudi snorted coldly, clasped his hands together, and his figure overlapped. Behind him, a phantom as tall as a small mountain rose up, wielding five weapons: sword, spear, halberd, and staff. He moved through the heavens and the earth, graceful and divine.

One is in the sky, the other on the ground; one wields the wind and moon as a sword, the other uses his will to traverse the heavens. Is it stronger to unify all laws, or is it more skillful to break through all laws with one's will?
To the onlookers, they moved swiftly and slowly, their movements as fast as lightning. They collided constantly in the air and on the ground, amidst the flying dust and sand. The two exchanged blows with fists and swords, fighting as if their lives depended on it, each punch landing with a visceral impact.

The mountain-sized phantom behind Wu Wudi changed with his movements, sometimes shouting, sometimes looking ferocious, and sometimes opening its mouth to bite.

Ding An stared blankly and said, "Why does this thing look so similar to the law?"

Hongxiu nodded repeatedly: "My goodness! That looks really intimidating!" She narrowed her eyes, "I really want to learn that move."

Wu Wudi's "Kill All in Ten Directions" was so miraculous that even well-informed experts like Ding An and Hong Xiu were amazed.

The assembled heroes were utterly shocked.

I felt that what I saw was too bizarre, and if it were spread throughout the world, it would be a huge laughing stock.

The two were competing in speed and skill when suddenly the Sword God laughed and said, "Stop!"

Ren Shaoyang's movements are unpredictable, and the "Harmonious Law" naturally arises. With every gesture, he communicates with the internal and external forces in harmony, constantly evolving and each move becoming stronger than the last.

On the field, his movements were unpredictable and dynamic, like a dragon or snake, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, twisting and turning.

Wu Wudi was pulled by that strange force, and his attacks often became very inaccurate.

Ren Shaoyang smiled faintly, tapped his toes, and disappeared from the spot.

"Lusu!"

Suddenly, the void rippled, and a crimson sword light swept towards them!
Wu Wudi roared, "Destroy all ten directions!" Behind him, a phantom soared into the sky, its momentum surging. Like a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, like a tidal wave, it engulfed the entire earth.

However, Ren Shaoyang did not directly confront Wu Wudi's ultimate move.

Instead, close your eyes and listen attentively.

Ren Shaoyang smiled again.

With a flick of his sleeve, his longsword rose like a towering peak, thrusting out at an unimaginable angle, as swift as lightning, its trajectory unpredictable.

Compared to that mountain-like phantom, the Sword God's sword strike seemed like trying to poke a giant with a toothpick—a futile attempt, like a mantis trying to shake a pillar.

Just when everyone thought Ren Shaoyang would die from the destruction of his sword.

"Boom!"

Like bursting a bubble, the longsword followed a strange arc and pierced lightly into the mountain-like phantom!

Pop pop pop! The sound of countless bubbles bursting rang out, and the phantom image shattered one after another under the influence of the "Divine Sword" Capturing Dragon.

Wu Wudi dodged, the sword light grazing his cheek. A sharp pain shot through him, blood splattering everywhere. The sword energy continued its momentum, and at its end, a black hole suddenly appeared on the ground.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly stopped in his tracks, casually waving his hand, and the sword light was elegant and graceful, making it extremely pleasing to the eye.

The assembled heroes pondered, finding the Sword God's swordplay merely clumsy and unorthodox, consisting of simple techniques like "sweeping, hooking, clouding, twisting, and thrusting," seemingly lacking any coherent moves. However, they themselves realized that their own execution was far less effortless and graceful. The same sword technique, when wielded by the Sword God, was ethereal and divine, perfectly fluid and flawless.

Although Wu Wudi was strong, no matter what move he used, he not only failed to gain the upper hand, but was instead overwhelmed by this casual sword technique, as if facing a flood and only able to flee.

"See, I told you the cripple was slippery!" Hongxiu said quietly.

Ding An was taken aback, then revealed a strange expression: "His Harmonious Heaven Law is really too much of a bully!"

Hongxiu sighed: "Yes, everything in the world is a rhythm in his heart. Whether it is wind and rain, the movement of the sun and moon, or the growth of plants, each has its own melody."

"Martial arts moves, the flow of internal energy, also have rhythm, right?"

“Of course!” Hongxiu nodded. “It’s just that normally these rhythms are unrelated, and if they are played together, they will inevitably be chaotic.”

Ding An nodded: "Understood! Just like I can't poop while eating, nor can I practice with a knife!"

"You coward!" Hongxiu grinned, "How disgusting! Can't you use a different analogy?"

"Hehe!" Ding An scratched his head and chuckled.

Hongxiu rolled her eyes at him and turned her gaze back to the arena.

With a casual sword strike, Ren Jianshen terrified Wu Wudi, who reacted with a flustered bird, resorting to various techniques to deflect the attack.

The little beggar sighed softly: "The laws of the world are inherently incompatible, but the cripple's 'harmony with nature' can integrate all things. His movements, sitting and lying down, his breathing and exhalation are all in sync with the rhythm of heaven and earth."

"At this moment, every sword strike from the cripple is like turning decay into magic. With a thought, he can adapt to the enemy and be invincible."

Hongxiu's voice wasn't loud, but her last sentence was deliberately amplified, sweeping across the entire venue like a long wind, drawing the attention of all the heroes.

Long'er's expression was resolute as he thought to himself, "Defeating such an opponent is my ultimate goal." He grinned, a genuinely happy smile on his face. "That's also the meaning of my life!"

Wu Wudi agreed with Hongxiu's words. However, the woman opposite him waved her hand and looked away, her expression perfect and her spirit strong, leaving no flaw in her defense.

Just then, Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "You've run out of tricks!" He slightly shifted his sword and swept it horizontally across Ren Shaoyang's chest.

Wu Wudi felt a chill run down his spine, and his body lurched out to the side, almost being thrown away by the sword. He quickly stopped, his figure swaying as he bypassed the sword and struck Ren Shaoyang in the chest.

Ren Shaoyang threw a punch across his chest, concealing it in his sleeve, his movements as graceful as the moon – truly the "Mad Zen of Mount Sumeru"!
With a "thud," the two men's fists met.

There was absolutely no outward sign, not even the slightest breeze.

Suddenly, Wu Wudi's arm trembled violently, and his expression changed. He felt a shock penetrate his palm, causing his meridians and internal organs to ache, feel numb, and painful. He couldn't help but take two steps back.

Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Behold my 'Flowing Wine Sword'!" With a flick of his wrist, the longsword flew like water and clouds, twisting and turning.

Upon seeing this, everyone exclaimed loudly, feeling that such swordsmanship should only exist in heaven and not on earth.

In an instant, Wu Wudi encountered a series of dangerous moves. Suddenly, blood splattered, and blood flowed from his shoulder, staining his sleeves red.

Upon seeing this, Wu Bei was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his spirits plummeting to rock bottom.

Ren Shaoyang lightly flicked his sword and said in a melodious voice, "The Sword of Escape from the Netherworld."

Before he could finish speaking, Wu Wudi was struck by another sword, his thigh bleeding profusely, and he staggered slightly.

"Shhhhhh!"

The sword light was as fast as a flowing shadow, sweeping across the entire arena. Wu Wudi roared repeatedly, and a blood-red mist gradually filled the sky and earth.

Suddenly, Ren Shaoyang let out a long roar: "Heavenly Sword Collapses the Mountain!"

Damn!
With a whistling sound, a surge of sword energy burst forth, forcing the crowd several dozen feet away to retreat.

But then the figure in white robes stood tall and imposing, one hand forming a sword-finger gesture, the other raising a sword to the sky. His aura grew ever stronger, seemingly soaring ten thousand fathoms high. Wherever the sword's edge pointed, clouds gathered and thunder raged in the heavens.

Knowing he could not escape his fate, Wu Wudi roared, "Come on!" At this moment, he was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and his face was deathly pale. He no longer had the demeanor of a peerless strongman.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him and said calmly, "That's enough."

Wu Wudi's eyes widened, his expression hesitant, and he said in disbelief, "The Wu family's curse."

"I said, this is the end."

"How can it be"

Ren Shaoyang’s voice was soft, yet it reached everyone’s ears clearly: “All things in heaven and earth are in harmony. If there is any disharmony, I will strike it down.”

Upon hearing this, the surrounding area fell silent, except for the suppressed gasps of the crowd.

Wu Wudi remained silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled bitterly: "If I had known this would happen, I should have become friends with you."

“It’s not too late now,” Ren Shaoyang said.

No.

Wu Wudi smiled faintly, his demeanor composed. "There are only Wu Wudi who die in battle, not Wu Wudi who surrender!" He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect. "Please grant my request!"

Ren Shaoyang solemnly replied, "Alright." His robe sleeves billowed open and closed, and the Dragon-Capturing Sword swept through the air, its momentum like a vast ocean, instantly engulfing Wu Wudi completely.

boom!
Mountains and rivers shattered, the earth flattened. The ground beneath their feet cracked, and embankments collapsed. The sword's remaining force continued, cleaving the waters of West Lake in two, leaving a massive chasm tens of feet wide, exposing the lakebed's silt and weeds to the sunlight.

Unable to dodge in time, the crowd was struck by the aftershocks, and hundreds of people were sent flying backward, trembling, groaning and crying out in pain.

Those nearby wanted to run for their lives, but their legs wouldn't obey them; they trembled and couldn't move an inch.

At this moment, the West Lake looked as if it had been struck by a natural disaster. Leifeng Pagoda, stone bridges, and embankments had all collapsed, leaving behind ruins, billowing dust, and no sign of human life.

"Qiang!"

Suddenly, a clear, melodious sword rang out as it returned to its sheath. A white figure, like a phantom, swept past, carrying Ding'an and Hongxiu away in a flash of light and shadow, vanishing without a trace.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation and the thousands of heroes, their souls scattered and their bodies frozen in place like wooden sculptures.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Sword God! Sword God!"

Immediately afterwards, hundreds, thousands, and even tens of thousands of people shouted "Sword God" in unison, their voices echoing throughout the entire city of Hangzhou.
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P.S.: After seven consecutive days of extra updates, the "once-in-a-millennium" streak is almost over. Tomorrow I'll resume two updates a day; I need to continue with my dental appointments and also work on the plot and structure.

By the way, I've been watching Hong Kong movies lately, and I think the fighting skills of the character Tianshan Tonglao are pretty good.

(End of this chapter)