My Master Knows It All

This slash seemed even more ferocious than the previous one, and faster too.

Zhang Zhaodong had just steadied himself, and the Black Kirin’s blade was already descending. He had no opportunity to dodge and could only thrust his sword out once more.

His sword was swift enough, yet the Black Kirin’s strikes came one after another, each more fierce than the last.

Zhang Zhaodong was in his best form, even better than when he was breaking through the Sky-reaching Gate, yet he was steadily retreating.

In the distance, the Skyeye Clan cultivators watching the battle exhibited nothing but fear in their eyes. Could this truly be the power a Core Formation Stage cultivator should possess?

The Vice Sect Hierarch of the Indistinct Sect gazed at Zhang Zhaodong with worry; Zhang Zhaodong’s power was clearly much weaker than the Black Kirin’s. Continuing like this, Zhang Zhaodong was bound to lose.

Cao Zhen also sighed inwardly; although Zhang Zhaodong, like him, had passed the ninth gate of the Sky-reaching Gate, the difficulty they faced was very different.

The ninth gate was determined by the challenger’s physical body and mana. Zhang Zhaodong’s body wasn’t particularly strong, so the ninth gate he faced wasn’t as formidable.

Therefore, even among those who had passed the ninth gate, there were significant disparities in strength.

"Slash..."

After fending off several strikes, a flaw finally appeared in Zhang Zhaodong’s defense.

The Black Kirin’s blade sliced down, cutting across his chest and down to his abdomen, splitting his skin open to reveal his stark white bones beneath.

Struck by a blow, the breath Zhang Zhaodong had been holding seemed to deflate, and when the Kirin’s second blow descended, he failed to block it again. This strike fractured his bones.

The Black Kirin showed profound disappointment on his face: "So you can’t even withstand this, how dull.

Since you can’t continue accompanying this seat, then you may die."

The Black Kirin swung his long knife once more, this time aiming directly at Zhang Zhaodong’s neck.

Finally, Zhang Zhaodong raised his longsword, placing it in front of his neck.

But when the knife slashed down, he felt an immense, irresistible force hit him, making his arms go numb, his arms dropping uncontrollably.

Simultaneously, the Black Kirin’s long knife gathered strength once again and slashed down.

Almost instinctively, Zhang Zhaodong lifted his arm to block, but the next moment, the knife fell, the sharp blade severing Zhang Zhaodong’s arm at the root!

The intense pain surged through him, but Zhang Zhaodong ignored it and swiftly turned to flee down the arena.

He had previously watched the Black Kirin’s battles, knowing the opponent would certainly pursue to kill.

Dying here would be meaningless!

He had to escape naturally.

But just as he turned, he felt a gust from behind. Without thinking, he swung the sharp sword in his hand behind him with all his might.

The sword had barely left his hand, when another surge of pain hit, his other arm likewise cleaved off by the blade.

However, the flying sharp sword also forced the Black Kirin to dodge to one side.

Zhang Zhaodong used this brief moment to accelerate suddenly, leaping off the arena.

Almost at the moment he rushed out of the arena’s range, the Vice Sect Hierarch of the Indistinct Sect swiftly advanced, catching Zhang Zhaodong and quickly transferring celestial energy into him to stabilize his bleeding and wounds.

Simultaneously comforting him: "Alright, alright, it’s good that you made it back. If the green hills remain, there’s no worry about firewood. It’s good you’re back; we’ll seek revenge later."

All around, everyone watching Zhang Zhaodong, who lost both arms, was filled with fear.

If even a cultivator who crossed the ninth Sky-reaching Gate of the Indistinct Sect could be beaten like this, nearly failing to escape the arena, what about them?

What would happen if they encountered the Black Kirin?

The Black Kirin was already victorious and could leave the arena, but he didn’t do so. Instead, he remained on the arena.

He was waiting, waiting for all the battles in this group to conclude, and after all the arena’s light barriers had faded, he then shouted in Zhang Zhaodong’s direction: "You are the first cultivator in this tournament to escape from my hands; you should feel honored.

As a reward, I will leave your two severed arms on this arena. Although you have been eliminated, your arms can remain on the arena. Isn’t that an honor?"

As he spoke, his gaze swept towards the Skyeye Clan people, warning: "These two arms are my spoils of war, and I intend to leave them on the arena.

If you destroy them during battle, it’s fine.

But if anyone dares to take these two arms away, in the next round, I will challenge them! So they may know what it feels like to lose both arms, then both legs, and finally die."

Other cultivators of different cultivation bases couldn’t enter this arena. Only Core Formation Stage cultivators, and only those successfully promoted to the next round, could enter and take things from the arena.

As soon as the Black Kirin’s voice fell, the already eliminated cultivators from the Indistinct Sect shouted out.

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