Chapter 350: Start as the First and End as the First

It was also like the sea god setting apart big oceans.

There was no doubt that the sword was powerful enough to cut the huge ring and the surrounding ground into two parts completely. A sense of irresistible despair was boiling in the hearts of everyone around in an unstoppable manner.

In comparison, Ding Hao was so small that he could be ignored.

“Did I guess wrong?”

Ding Hao sighed softly. He made a catching gesture in the void. As the transparent sizzle flashed, the four silver frost giant swords turned suddenly. Different from the previous ones, that time on the wide and thick swords, there were block-like inscription patterns.

“Sword skills can be achieved in ten years.”

“And the sword’s blade has never been tested.”

“Today I show you my sword.”

“To settle unfair matters for you.”

It was Ding Hao’s original Chinese verse inscription; the four lines made up a complete poem. A strange interaction occurred instantly, and the silver frost giant swords trembled at a high speed, then a huge ring of abstruse light suddenly emerged around Ding Hao.

“Go!”

Ding Hao said.

The four silver frost giant swords with inscriptions trembled and instantly disappeared.

…

“A sword formation with inscriptions?”

On the big viewing platform, someone exclaimed so all the giants focused their eyes on the four silver frost giant swords summoned by Ding Hao with Qi.

A surprised look flashed past in the Sect head Li Jianyi’s slightly squinting eyes.

“Nobody expected that Ding Hao had mastered the inscription skills. Furthermore, he was able to make a sword formation with inscriptions… Where on earth did he learn such an ultimate skill?”

In the courses given to nominal disciples in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, the knowledge about inscriptions was lectured, but that was just some inscription basics. Even peerless geniuses were unable to derive techniques from the inscription basics to make sword formations.

Of course, the most important thing was that none of the giants on the viewing platform could figure out to which type the inscriptions on the silver frost giant swords belonged to.

At that moment, all giants focused their eyes on that duel.

They were all well-known superiors for a long time. With lightning eyes, they were able to easily catch the silver frost weapons around Ding Hao that had instantly disappeared. Actually, they had disappeared so fast that ordinary people could not catch them.

“Jingle!”

The light sound of metal clashing against each other was heard from the ring.

The giants noticed clearly with surprising eyes that the purple magic flame sword with unmatched momentum was about to cut down, but it was hit in the middle by the foremost silver frost giant sword like a toothpick stabbing at a huge stick, but the purple giant sword was broken instantly.

Under the shocking volume contrast, the ranks of the two swords seemed to be just like iron and tofu. With only the first strike. Li Muyun’s powerful sword in his hands broke in two.

Then…

Jingle! Jingle! Jingle! Jingle!

A series of metal-clashing sounds continued to be heard.

The silver streamer left shadows in the air like a silver snake fluttering. Instantly, Li Muyun’s magic flame sword with the best look was cut into pieces. That scene was simply like breaking a dead branch from a tree; the magic flame giant looked like a tofu block and could not withstand a strike.

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Pieces of purple residue fell from the sky, and were immediately diluted. They turned into little bits of flame from the solidified pieces and were annihilated in the air.

If it weren’t known that the two people dueling in the ring would absolutely refrain from cheating, people might have thought that Ding Hao and Li Muyun were play-acting in a cooperating manner, because the difference between the superficial momentum volume and the actual result of the final duel was too large.

Everybody thought that the giant sword with the purple magic frame could win with one strike, but unexpectedly…

As Li Muyun landed on the ground, he was holding a large sword hilt in his hand.

The broken blade was sharp.

He stared blankly at the broken blade. For the first time, his face showed an expression of disbelief. It seemed that he couldn’t recover from the shock that his killing movement had been easily cracked by Ding Hao.

Around the ring, the loud hubbub broke out.

Six brothers from the Honorable Alliance of Seven including Liang Feixue and Chen Sheng were looking at the crowd blankly and listening to the murmurs and sounds of amazement coming from the nominal disciples. They felt cold; it seemed as if something had been broken at that moment, to be later whisked away by the wind!

The myth of the Honorable Alliance of Seven was over.

Liang Feixue clearly knew that their Senior Brother’s Flame of Burning the World could not present a threat to Ding Hao at all, so his own killing skill would not play any substantial role…

If with their reputation, the Honorable Alliance of Seven could have advanced in line with Ding Hao’s defeat, from that moment the sole king among nominal disciples was born!

Ding Hao!

The sole one.

…

The four silver frost magic weapons flashing with Chinese character inscriptions were floating quietly beside him.

They were the most frightening killing weapons like demons and monsters when they became furious. The giant sword with the purple magic flame condensing Li Muyun’s most powerful and ultimate skill was torn into pieces instantly. When it became quiet, the magic weapon—like a work of art—was beautiful, peaceful and fascinating.

Around the ring loud conversations and screams were heard.

Someone shouted Ding Hao’s name in the crowd. Ding Hao was calm like soft wind and a clear cloud.

From beginning to end, Ding Hao stared at Li Muyun and did not miss any of his slightest facial expressions. He seemed to be disassembling Li Muyun, penetrating through his soul and seeing through the rival’s real ideas.

“How… how the hell did you do that?” Li Muyun showed a bitterness that had never been felt before.

From Li Muyun’s eyes, Ding Hao saw a sense of defeat from the bottom of his soul.

“I really guessed wrong.”

“The man before me is not the man with the bronze grimace mask.”

Ding Hao didn’t answer the rival’s question. The four frost magic weapons disappeared slowly. Pieces of crystal snowflakes were dancing around Ding Hao. With the snowflakes swirling all over the sky, he left the ring, showing his back to Li Muyun.

Although Ding Hao had not discovered any flaws, he still doubted Li Muyun.

The final examination result of that year’s nominal disciples ended with Ding Hao becoming the champion without any suspense.

The only twists and turns was that in another semi-final of the duel, Li Lan, who had been in the weaker position, unexpectedly defeated Li Feixue who had a greater fame. Li Lan, with a great momentum breaking out had a shocking power with his palms. He had grasped thoroughly the deeper ultimate of Exceedingly Beautiful Jade-like Palm Technique.

Perhaps since he knew that he had consumed too much energy in the semi-final, and he knew very well that he could not defeat Ding Hao in a duel, Li Lan gave up the final so that Ding Hao won the champion without any dispute.

Ding Hao started the competition as the first and ended it as the first.

In addition to the excellent fighting process, Ding Hao made a perfect achievement in his nominal disciple life while in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.