Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

Xiahou Jun smiled and unleashed both maces simultaneously, sweeping the left mace horizontally and slashing the right—the same starting stance he used against An Sheng earlier, but this time his aura was completely different.

He was fighting An Sheng just now, but now he's risking his life against Fu Qing.

The golden mace struck the blade, sending sparks flying and causing the surrounding flags to flutter.

Fu Qing's swordsmanship was concise and sharp. He had mastered the three techniques of slashing, chopping, and striking quite well. Unlike An Sheng, he did not use skillful force to deflect force, but instead used force to break force, and each strike was a head-on collision.

The audience was so captivated that they forgot to breathe.

Yu Fu stared with his mouth agape, while Yu Guangtian picked his nose and frowned.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult!"

An Sheng stood below the stage, leaning on his silver spear, his eyes fixed on the flashing blades and maces on the arena, muttering to himself.

"As expected of someone born with a battle physique, he reached the seventh level of meridian opening in just two months. His sword seems even heavier than when he fought me!"

Fan Zheng stood by the arena, holding a gong, but forgot that he also had the duty to stop the fight—this was the first time in his more than sixty years of life that he had seen two people at the seventh level of the Meridian Opening Realm unleash the power of the Qi Condensation Realm.

The two exchanged blows in the ring for nearly fifteen minutes.

Xiahou Jun's mace technique was powerful and vigorous, each strike possessing the strength to shatter stone tablets; Fu Qing's swordsmanship was concise and sharp, each strike a testament to experience gained on the battlefield at the cost of his life.

Both men were expending their energy rapidly, and the sound of each clash of weapons was more muffled than the last.

Sweat mixed with blood from their hands splattered onto the ring, and metal fragments and bloodstains were everywhere beneath their feet.

Xiahou Jun's double maces were now marred with several deep knife marks, the maces shattered from the blades. Fu Qing's cold iron blade was also marked with several shallow marks from the golden maces.

However, Fu Qing's advantage is that he has the boost of exhilarating combat! His condition won't decline, and he can stay at his peak forever!

By the end of the fight, no one in the audience was talking anymore.

Everyone was watching this battle, which far exceeded the level of the Meridian Opening Realm. Xiahou Jun's mace technique contained the essence that Xiahou Yue had honed on the battlefield back then, and each mace carried the weight of several generations on his shoulders.

His great-grandfather was defeated by Feng Changyang and died in despair. His grandfather told him from childhood that "the Feng family is the demon in the Xiahou family's heart." He practiced mace for decades in order to one day defeat a descendant of the Feng family in a fair and square manner.

Fu Qing's swordsmanship is honed by countless life-and-death battles, with no superfluous movements in each strike and every change of move aimed at killing the opponent more quickly.

Both of them were unleashing their strongest moves at each other.

Fu Qing was quite surprised. This guy's foundation was abnormally solid. Although they were both at the seventh level of the Meridian Opening stage, his strength was at least 20% to 30% higher than that of an ordinary seventh level practitioner.

"General Fu, your knife is lighter than I expected."

Xiahou Jun grinned and slammed his right mace down. Fu Qing blocked it with his sword, and with a loud "clang," the stone slab beneath his feet shattered into eight pieces.

A collective gasp rippled through the stands. Yu Fu jumped to his feet in alarm, crushing the chestnuts in his hand.

"My great-grandfather was defeated by Feng Changyang and could never escape the shadow of that defeat for the rest of his life."

Xiahou Jun swung his double maces in succession, each strike powerful and heavy.

"He said the Feng family is invincible, that Feng Changyang's blade is so fast it's invisible. Today I'll see just how fast the descendants of the Feng family really are!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed both maces simultaneously, sweeping the left mace across Fu Qing's waist and striking the top of Fu Qing's head with the right mace.

Fu Qing sidestepped the left mace and parried the right mace with his sword. With a muffled clang, his knee bent slightly, and another piece of stone slab beneath his feet broke.

He gritted his teeth, pushed the golden mace aside, and swung his sword backhand, forcing Xiahou Jun to take a half step back.

The atmosphere in the stands grew increasingly tense.

Zhao Qianzhi was very worried.

"General Fu was being overwhelmed. Xiahou Jun's mace skills are indeed remarkable. No wonder An Sheng was defeated by him."

Sun Zhongwen frowned and didn't reply, but his eyes were full of worry.

Ling Moxie sat below the throne, her gaze fixed on Fu Qing. Her expression was calm, but her hand holding the teacup was a little unsteady.

Qingluan spoke softly from the side, "Princess, General Fu, he—"

Ling Moxie raised his hand to stop her from speaking.

Crown Prince Ling Moqian leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He certainly didn't want anything to happen to Fu Qing, as he was hoping to win over this descendant of the Feng family. However, if Fu Qing was seriously injured in the competition, it wouldn't be a bad thing.

This gives him the means to win people over.

Yunnan leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed intently on the flashing blades and maces on the arena.

She originally thought that Kangguo had a sure win in this martial arts competition. An Sheng was the senior brother of the martial arts academy, while Xiahou was the foundation of Kangguo, the number one person in the meridian opening, and had even survived being chased by qi for a day and a night.

She hadn't expected Xiahou to specifically challenge Fu Qing.

And now, Fu Qing actually accepted the attack, and even while being suppressed, he launched a counterattack.

...

When the hundredth or so strikes were completed, Fu Qing suddenly flipped his wrist, slashing the mace at Xiahou Jun's left hand. The second strike followed immediately, then the third, the fourth...

Every strike landed on the golden mace, forcing Xiahou Jun to retreat continuously.

An Sheng's eyes lit up. "They're here!"

Last time he competed with Fu Qing, he didn't dare let Fu Qing connect the dots. Now, he can finally see it!

The stands erupted in chaos.

The martial arts academy disciples were very excited, shouting in unison, "It's the Consecutive Blade Technique! Fu Qing is going all out!"

After blocking eleven strikes, Xiahou's double maces trembled, but he stood firm, looked up at Fu Qing, and a smile played on his lips.

"Twelve slashes, your combo ends here. An Sheng's Dragon Turn has no return, and so does your Twelve slashes. After this move, your health will run out, and that's when you lose."

His judgment was very accurate.

He had already studied the weaknesses of the Twelve Consecutive Blade Technique. After the twelve strikes were completed, Fu Qing's blood and qi would drop. As long as he could withstand the twelve strikes, Fu Qing would surely be defeated!

He held his double maces horizontally in front of him, his legs slightly bent, all the muscles in his body tense, waiting for Fu Qing's twelfth strike to fall.

The twelfth strike landed.

"when--!"

The golden mace trembled violently from the blow, and Xiahou Jun's arms went numb, but he gritted his teeth and endured it; this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Xiahou Jun was about to raise his right mace when he suddenly noticed that Fu Qing's knife had not stopped.

The thirteenth cut.

After practicing the basic sword techniques countless times, Fu Qing unleashed his seventy-third strike when he killed Qu Zhengyang, who was at the Gangqi Realm, in Quzhou. After exchanging more than a hundred strikes with Xiahou Jun on the arena, his sword techniques underwent an instinctive transformation, and his Qi and blood at the seventh level of the Meridian Opening Realm were enough to support him in unleashing his thirteenth strike.

The dark blue blade traced an arc of light, cleaving through the air.

Xiahou Jun's pupils contracted sharply as he raised his double maces to block, but the speed and power of the thirteenth strike far surpassed the previous twelve, and the blade slashed into his double maces...

"Snap!"

Both golden maces broke at the same time, and the four broken pieces flew out and stuck into the stone slab of the arena. Shards of stone flew everywhere, and Xiahou Jun was thrown out and crashed to the edge of the arena, his back hitting the arena pillar.

The martial arts arena was completely silent!