Chapter 807: This Reversal! This Turmoil!
As Ling Zhan's utterly indifferent words fell.
Tap!!
He was seen holding Zankan, tapping the tip of his foot lightly, and drifting effortlessly toward Yamashita Kazami!
"Hmph!! Arrogant words! A mere non-specialist like you dares to discuss swordsmanship with me!?"
Seeing his opponent criticize his sword intent and even claim with certainty that he would demonstrate what true swordsmanship was, Yamashita Kazami, a tier-four Sword God, was so enraged that he laughed.
At the same time, his snowy-white sword intent surged to its peak, making the frozen frost throughout the world even more bone-piercing!
"Damn! Just in terms of swordsmanship mastery, Yamashita Kazami is already no weaker than his master!"
This praise was no exaggeration!
Some people could even sense that, as his snowy-white sword intent surged, the freezing effect didn't just affect the surrounding temperature—it even subtly influenced the flow of time!
Though the effect was extremely weak, making it imperceptible to most.
But this precisely proved that Yamashita Kazami's sword intent had reached the pinnacle of refinement!
In contrast, Ling Zhan's body still showed no fluctuation of sword intent.
He seemed like a moth flying into the flame as he charged straight at Yamashita Kazami, who was at the peak of his terrifying power!
"Look quickly! They're about to clash!"
"Don't blink! The outcome will probably be decided in an instant!"
A duel between swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
The result would be determined at an incredibly fast speed!
Countless spectators widened their eyes, locking their gaze onto the scene on stage!
Meanwhile, those in the media brought out their high-cost magical technology cameras, preparing to capture this ultimate moment!
At this instant.
Clang!!
Facing the non-specialist who had already closed in, Yamashita Kazami finally flicked his fingers and drew his blade from its sheath!
The previously pervasive snowy-white sword intent instantly vanished and condensed entirely onto Yamashita Kazami's katana!
In a single moment.
Yamashita Kazami had completely drawn his blade!!
'Order • Iaido Slash'!!
Whoosh!!
The terrifying sword energy burst forth like a waterfall in an instant!!
The consciousness of all the spectators was overwhelmed by this terrifying sword intent, filling their ears and minds with the deafening hum of blades!
"Holy shit! This is insanely strong!"
"No wonder they say he has the potential to surpass that old dog Miyata!"
Everyone was inwardly awestruck.
It seemed that Yamashita Kazami was about to win!
Many spectators from Fusang Kingdom beamed with joy at this moment!
That arrogant non-specialist was undoubtedly going to be cleaved in half under this Iaido Slash infused with Yamashita Kazami's full sword intent!
Meanwhile, on the stage.
The figures of Ling Zhan and Yamashita Kazami had already crossed paths.
Yamashita Kazami still held his Iaido Slash posture.
Ling Zhan maintained his lone, one-handed sword stance, unmoving.
"Who won?"
"Who exactly won?"
The audience below couldn't help but watch with intense curiosity.
"Wait…"
"Yamashita Kazami won!"
Someone exclaimed in excitement!
Because at that moment, Yamashita Kazami slowly straightened his body, sheathed his 'Dance of Fine Snow,' and turned to face Ling Zhan's back!
He then slowly lowered his head toward Ling Zhan's back, and in a deep voice that stunned the entire audience, he declared—
"Sir Ling Zhan, I have lost!"
As his words fell.
Clang!!
Ling Zhan had already sheathed his longsword!
Squelch!!
The moment the sword returned to its sheath, Yamashita Kazami's chest suddenly split open with a gruesome, gaping wound!
Bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering onto the stage!
Thud!
Yamashita Kazami's body fell straight onto the blood-stained floor.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
The previously elated spectators from Fusang Kingdom had their smiles frozen on their faces.
Those who had admired Yamashita Kazami for his overwhelming sword intent were completely stunned.
Who could comprehend this feeling?
Just a second ago, they had been praising Yamashita Kazami's strength, convinced that his victory was assured.
But in the very next second…
Yamashita Kazami was down.
This reversal!
This turmoil!
Every single spectator on-site experienced a momentary heart attack!
How was this possible!?
They simply couldn't understand how this non-specialist had won!
Especially when Yamashita Kazami had initially displayed such an overwhelming aura!
In contrast, that non-specialist…
Was far too plain!
From beginning to end, the non-specialist neither displayed any terrifying sword intent nor unleashed a powerful aura.
Yet when they clashed.
It was Yamashita Kazami who fell!
This…
The spectators from Fusang Kingdom couldn't accept it at all!
Because it made Yamashita Kazami look like an ornamental sword—beautiful but useless!
It seemed as though the non-specialist had merely brushed past Yamashita Kazami.
And then Yamashita Kazami simply collapsed and admitted defeat.
"Can someone explain what just happened?"
"Where's the recording? The media reporters who were filming—did they capture the scene? Replay it in slow motion!"
They couldn't even see how the non-specialist had attacked!
Yamashita Kazami's move, on the other hand, was crystal clear!
It was the Iaido Slash infused with the power of Order!
But what about Ling Zhan?
Everyone quickly gathered around the media reporters to watch the recording.
Meanwhile, Ling Zhan, who had already sheathed his sword on stage, slowly turned around and raised his hand to cast an SS-rank healing spell on Yamashita Kazami.
Hum!!
Under the vibrant glow of life energy, Yamashita Kazami, who had been on the brink of death, rapidly recovered from his injuries.
"Cough, cough!!"
Two seconds later, Yamashita Kazami finally regained consciousness and struggled to get up.
Ling Zhan gave him a calm glance before turning and stepping off the stage.
Yamashita Kazami, however, stared at Ling Zhan's back with a complex expression, unable to hide his shock.
"Holy shit! I still can't see it clearly!"
Meanwhile, in the audience, someone burst out with an expletive.
The high-tech magic camera had captured the footage, yet no matter how much they slowed it down, Ling Zhan's attack remained a blur!
Clearly.
At that moment, Ling Zhan's sword speed had reached an extreme, so fast that even advanced magical cameras couldn't clearly capture his movements!
In contrast, Yamashita Kazami's Iaido Slash had been recorded in perfect clarity.
To put it simply.
Just from the difference in sword speed alone, the non-specialist was far ahead of Yamashita Kazami.
So far ahead that Yamashita Kazami couldn't even see his opponent's movements.
"This non-specialist…"
"He must have condensed his sword intent to the absolute limit and kept it completely restrained, making him appear unremarkable."
"But in the instant he attacked, he fully unleashed it."
At this moment, a Sword God expert shared his theory.
Another Sword God expert beside him couldn't help but sigh, "Is this non-specialist trying to teach us a lesson? That blindly pursuing flashy sword techniques is the wrong path, and that returning to the essence of the blade is the true meaning of swordsmanship?"