Who let him join the Sword Sect?!

Chapter 1137 - 535: Small Ascender’s Octagonal Cage and Old Ascender’s Sword (Part 2)

Maybe at another time, I would study this move carefully with my master, then write a paper in his name, help him get some prize money, and save it for the times when our salaries get docked.But now is not the time to think about these things.

The only task now is to beat this person called Xiao Jing into a pulp.

Zhang Ze charged up again, grabbed Xiao Jing’s sleeve, and the incredibly precious magic robe was torn apart like tattered cloth by Zhang Ze. He twisted Xiao Jing’s arm backward, and amidst the harrowing scream of bones breaking, he kicked towards Xiao Jing’s waist.

With each move, there was no demeanor of a grandmaster, the fist technique was sinister, and the footwork was vulgar.

Some moves were so filthy that even Zhang Ze himself felt somewhat disdainful of using them.

However, this wasn’t Zhang Ze being hypocritical, but those moves of gangster-style fist were all taught to him by Lu Tianming, that divine being.

Not sure where she got the experience, but those sneaky moves emerged endlessly, as if they have no end.

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Within the golden light space inside Zhang Ze, various Old Ascenders were either standing or sitting, observing this supreme battle from Zhang Ze’s perspective.

They were all silent, and some of the elders of the Celestial Sect even covered their faces with their sleeves, unable to bear watching further.

The former Celestial Sect Leader even turned back, refusing to look.

And in front of them, a large space was cleared, where Lu Tianming was strutting his stuff, teaching Zhang Ze the ’Celestial Sect Mastery’.

Li stood on the side, watching intently, looking as if she had discovered a new continent.

From time to time, she would practice a few moves alongside, wishing that since Zhang Ze was busy right now, Lu Tianming would slow down so she could have the time to ask questions and seek advice.

As for the good master Lu Tianming, although not taking action personally, she was refreshed and delightful, venting much of her inner frustration.

However, just as she was preparing to teach the Ten Ox Crushing Milk Eagle Claw Hand, she never expected that this move went empty.

The half-dead Xiao Jing reversed the grip on his knife and stabbed it towards his chest, and in a flash, blood gushed out like a fountain, the thick and warm blood splattered all over Zhang Ze’s face. It was precisely in that moment that Xiao Jing broke free from Zhang Ze again.

Three meters away, Xiao Jing’s riddled body immediately recovered.

He stared at Zhang Ze grimly, no longer daring to be distracted.

Zhang Ze sneered, wiped the blood off his face, and raised his fist again to attack.

This time, however, Zhang Ze did not succeed; the chasm of realms could not be crossed, and Xiao Jing never gave him another chance to get within three meters again.

It seemed Xiao Jing had made up his mind to sap away Zhang Ze’s energy; he no longer performed meaningless strikes with the Earth Sea Blade and instead started to use repetitive spells and realm overlaps without much originality.

Fortunately, without the constraint of the Earth Sea Blade, Lu Tianming and others found it much easier to replace Zhang Ze in the fight.

With the seamless substitution of divine soul and persona, Zhang Ze’s appearance constantly changed, and the Six Sects Dharma Methods cycled endlessly, never stopping.

This incessant firsthand experience and the imparting and receiving of the Way made Zhang Ze seem to have a clear understanding.

And during casting spells, Zhang Ze continuously attempted to get within three meters of Xiao Jing, but unfortunately never managed to succeed once.

However, the good news was that Zhang Ze’s consumption had drastically reduced; dragging it out, Xiao Jing’s body would be completely exhausted eventually.

Yet, when a Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword cut down, Zhang Ze saw Xiao Jing suddenly start to smile.

Laughing maniacally, freely, as if he also had some realization.

He disregarded the magnificent sword coming at him and ignored Zhang Ze charging at him, releasing his grip.

The Earth Sea Blade, which he regarded as a treasure, always held in his hand, was thrown to the ground by him.

Once the Earth Sea Blade left his hand, he seemed to transform into a different person, sweeping away the decay and elevating himself to new heights.

In the instant when the Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword struck the top of Xiao Jing’s head, it turned to powder.

Xiao Jing raised his hand, using the same Great Brightness Heaven-opening Sword to slash towards Zhang Ze.

Zhang Ze intended to take it head-on but was stopped by Lu Tianming.

Turning into starlight, Zhang Ze dodged that sword, followed immediately by a second and third sword coming straight at him.

Lu Tianming’s demolition skills instead became Xiao Jing’s trump card.

Even though he was a bastard, Xiao Jing was indeed a genius; the few old punches from Zhang Ze didn’t kill Xiao Jing, but instead, they gave him some enlightenment.

When he put down that all-conquering broken blade (except Zhang Ze), he also unlocked the shackles on himself.

Xiao Jing exclaimed, "Bound by external things, one can never become saintly! You fight well, fight well indeed!

"I told you, it is my destined fate! Past, present, and future, I am the one closest to the end!

"Comprehending for a hundred thousand years in the Holy Land, I have reached the Transformation Realm, even without that Earth Sea Blade, no one is my match!

"I’ll see how long you can hold out!"

Once again, using his opponent’s way to inflict it upon the opponent, Xiao Jing pinched a spell, summoning nine Golden Lotuses descending, suppressing Zhang Ze on the spot, making it impossible for him to advance any further.

Thousands of Dharma Methods emerged simultaneously, tearing at Zhang Ze’s flesh, depleting Baiyujing’s strength.

Xiao Jing was already three points stronger than Lu Tianming and the others; now, without needing to allocate power to suppress the broken blade, he was like a dragon in the sea.

From Xiao Jing’s perspective, Zhang Ze was no longer a worthy opponent, merely a barrier destined to be crossed, a touchstone sent by destiny before him, assuring him that everything he did was right.

Those punches on his face were merely a tiny trial predestined by fate.

The realm at his feet became increasingly perfect, completely embraced the insights from the Holy Land of Silence, sleeping with the Source of Ten Thousand Laws, fully integrating into his heart.

Believing firmly that he was the strongest, therefore he was always right!