Unrestricted Dao Lord

Silence!

A deathly silence fell over the Celestial Eagle Tower.

The Jianghu Martial Artists, who had held such high hopes for Leng Wujie just moments ago, could only stare at his body lying in a pool of blood, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

What could they say?

That Leng Wujie was weak?

No, on the contrary, Leng Wujie was already very strong!

Everyone had witnessed Leng Wujie’s last slash. Even an Inner Force Martial Artist would have had to avoid its edge. It was astonishing.

But Zhang Su was clearly stronger!

The two had clashed, saber against sword, speed against speed.

Zhang Su had slit his throat with a single, head-on sword strike.

A clean and decisive victory.

The way many of the Jianghu Martial Artists looked at Zhang Su had changed.

This young Guiyuan Sect disciple was simply stronger than they could have possibly imagined.

When had they ever seen such a terrifying Outer Force Martial Artist in the Jianghu?

Chen Tianying took a deep breath.

As a Huajin Martial Artist, he had naturally been able to see clearly what happened between Zhang Su and Leng Wujie.

And because he had seen it so clearly, he understood all the better just how frightening Zhang Su’s sword strike had been.

Leng Wujie’s defeat was not unjust!

"In the first match, your sect’s disciple was indeed superior. We have lost... Now for the second match."

Chen Tianying turned to look at the martial artists within the Celestial Eagle Tower.

Meeting Chen Tianying’s gaze, many of the Inner Force Martial Artists lowered their heads.

Before the first match, while some Jianghu Martial Artists had wanted to play it safe, there were still quite a few who were eager to try their luck.

Sparring with a Major Sect disciple—if they won, they could make a name for themselves in the Jianghu.

For Jianghu People, the chance to become famous was worth the risk.

However, Leng Wujie’s fate was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, instantly extinguishing any thought of fame in those who had been restless to fight.

The rumors in the Jianghu weren’t exaggerated at all; in fact, they were conservative.

The strength of these Major Sect Disciples was truly unfathomable.

Leng Wujie had stepped up, and his throat was slit with a single strike.

If they went up, how much better would they fare than Leng Wujie?

Seeing the Inner Force Martial Artists shrink back one by one, Chen Tianying’s expression grew darker.

He knew that Jianghu People were a scattered lot. The moment they faced difficulty, they would all try to slip away, each one faster than the last.

But if not a single Inner Force Martial Artist stepped forward, wouldn’t that be the same as forfeiting the second match?

"Ghost Face."

Chen Tianying suddenly spoke.

"Master Chen."

A gray-robed man wearing a demonic ghost mask appeared silently beside Chen Tianying.

"For the second match, you’re up!"

"Yes, Master Chen."

Ghost Face didn’t hesitate in the slightest, nodding in agreement.

His figure moved without a sound, as if he had "floated" to a spot near Leng Wujie’s corpse and taken his position.

The expressions of many Jianghu People lit up.

"It’s Ghost Face! He’s Master Chen’s trusted confidant. I can’t believe Master Chen is sending him out."

"Chen Tianying roamed the Jianghu for decades before founding the Celestial Eagle Tower in Hengshan County, recruiting many skilled experts. This Ghost Face is one of them, and he has Chen Tianying’s complete trust. In recent years, Ghost Face has practically become Chen Tianying’s ’shadow,’ never leaving his side. He is the one who handles many of the most difficult matters."

"No one knows how strong Ghost Face really is, only that he’s an Inner Force Martial Artist. He hasn’t fought often, but every time he has, he’s cleanly resolved the Celestial Eagle Tower’s problems. Even the once-famous ’Blood Luo Toutuo,’ a Peak Inner Force Martial Artist, died at his hands. With Ghost Face entering the second match, the Celestial Eagle Tower is holding nothing back."

Although Leng Wujie had been defeated, Ghost Face’s appearance for the second match clearly lifted the spirits of everyone in the Celestial Eagle Tower.

Chen Tianying waved his hand, and men from the Celestial Eagle Tower immediately dragged Leng Wujie’s body away.

"For this second match, which disciple will your sect be sending up?"

Chen Tianying’s gaze fell upon Zhou Peng.

Among the Guiyuan Sect’s contingent, there were more than twenty Inner Force Martial Artists.

Yu Jingjing was eager to give it a try.

But the Guardian behind her shook his head repeatedly, stopping her from going up.

Yu Jingjing’s strength was by no means weak, but she had too little actual combat experience.

This Ghost Face looked difficult to deal with at a glance.

Especially in a life-or-death battle like this, one couldn’t be careless, even when facing Jianghu Martial Artists.

The Guardian from Bamboo Sword Peak dared not let Yu Jingjing take such a risk.

Bai Jinghong of Cyan Wood Peak had remained calm and composed from the very beginning.

He was long accustomed to grand occasions.

’What’s a small scene like this?’

Of the twenty Inner Force disciples who had come this time, although each was a top performer among their peers, who could guarantee they would be infallible in a life-or-death struggle?

’I can!’

’Who else but me could take this second match?’

Besides, Bai Jinghong wanted to use a victory to dispel the gloom from Yu Hualong’s defeat in the Celestial Pride tournament.

"Senior Brother Zhou, there’s no need to switch for the second match. Let me continue."

Suddenly, Zhang Su spoke up.

His words stunned everyone.

The Guiyuan Sect disciples, however, seemed to recall something and didn’t have a strong reaction.

After all, they knew Zhang Su’s true strength.

He was the ruthless man who had killed a Half-Step Huajin master in the ring!

Even the ever-confident Bai Jinghong, who had just been thinking ’who else but me,’ froze slightly upon hearing Zhang Su speak.

However, the many Jianghu Martial Artists in the Celestial Eagle Tower all stared with wide eyes.

They didn’t feel like they were getting an easy win; instead, they were furious, feeling that Zhang Su was looking down on them.

An Outer Force Martial Artist who had just fought Leng Wujie actually wanted to continue and fight the Inner Force Martial Artist, Ghost Face.

This was arrogance!

Chen Tianying’s expression sank. He said coldly, "Young Hero Zhou, does your sect truly intend to let Young Hero Zhang continue?"

Zhou Peng smiled.

’Zhang Su wants to fight. Who among all the Inner Force disciples of the Guiyuan Sect would object?’

Even Bai Jinghong of Cyan Wood Peak had obediently stepped back after hearing Zhang Su speak.

’What reason did he have to refuse?’

"That’s right. Junior Brother Zhang will continue in the second match. And you need not feel it’s an unfair victory. Since this is a duel, let me give you a reminder: although Junior Brother Zhang has Outer Force Cultivation, he can also use Inner Force!"

Zhou Peng’s words shocked the many Jianghu Martial Artists who had just been feeling indignant and slighted.

’Zhang Su can use Inner Force too?’

An Outer Force Martial Artist who could use Inner Force—what did that mean?

Chen Tianying’s pupils constricted, a storm raging in his heart.

He was a Huajin expert who had roamed the Jianghu for decades. He was worldly and knowledgeable, so he naturally knew that there were some extremely rare martial artists who could use Inner Force while still at the Outer Force Cultivation stage.

Such martial artists were as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin’s horn, even within the Major Sects. An extremely rare existence.

’To think that this Zhang Su before me is one of those extremely rare beings.’

’However, Outer Force is still just Outer Force.’

’Even if he uses Inner Force through some special method, it’s likely not as good as a true Inner Force Martial Artist’s.’

’Thankfully, this is a duel.’

’Not a no-holds-barred Jianghu blood feud.’

’Otherwise, an Outer Force Martial Artist suddenly unleashing Inner Force would indeed be impossible to guard against. One would most likely suffer a great loss!’

Of course, Chen Tianying understood even better that Zhou Peng hadn’t revealed Zhang Su’s ability to use Inner Force out of arrogance or ignorance. He wanted all the martial artists in the Celestial Eagle Tower to be thoroughly convinced, to crush any unrealistic fantasies they might harbor.

Inside the Celestial Eagle Tower, the earlier clamor gradually died down.

Now that the contestants for both sides had been decided, the crowd fell silent.

Zhang Su gazed at Ghost Face.

He couldn’t see the real expression beneath the man’s mask.

However, Zhang Su could sense that his opponent was very calm.

He wouldn’t underestimate anyone.

"Celestial Eagle Tower, Ghost Face."

"Guiyuan Sect, Zhang Su."

As was tradition in the Jianghu, the two exchanged names.

The moment their words fell.

SWISH.

Ghost Face moved.

He was different from Leng Wujie.

Leng Wujie was a typical Swordman, confident in his blade. When he fought Zhang Su, it was a contest of Saber Technique.

But Ghost Face didn’t care about Saber Technique or Swordsmanship.

He didn’t care about his Martial Techniques.

He didn’t even care who was superior.

He only cared about one thing: killing Zhang Su!

Ghost Face’s Body Technique was as elusive as a phantom; he crossed the distance of several zhang in an instant.

Moreover, as Ghost Face neared Zhang Su, he simply flicked his hand.

Instantly, glints of cold light shot out.

Hidden Weapons!

Ghost Face had actually used Hidden Weapons right away.

These Hidden Weapons were fine needles, as thin as ox-hair. He scattered them with a flick of his hand, like a goddess scattering blossoms—a dense, wide-area attack.

At such close range, with such a sudden, wide spray of Hidden Weapons, unless one was a Huajin Martial Artist who had mastered the transformations of Power to the point where not a feather could be added, not a fly could land, they would surely be hit!

Moreover, Ghost Face also drew a Soft Sword as thin as a cicada’s wing from his waist and thrust it directly at Zhang Su.

This thrust was extremely insidious.

Although its speed couldn’t match the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique that Zhang Su had previously displayed...

...when combined with the Hidden Weapons, it was completely unexpected.

In an instant, Zhang Su was plunged into an extremely perilous situation.

This whole turn of events happened in the blink of an eye.

The hearts of the Guiyuan Sect members tightened.

Although they had seen Zhang Su kill Wei Yunzhou in the ring...

...Wei Yunzhou hadn’t used Hidden Weapons.

These Jianghu Martial Artists were truly unscrupulous.

Zhou Peng was instantly enraged.

He even gripped the saber at his waist, ready to intervene and save Zhang Su at a moment’s notice.

He didn’t care about any Jianghu rules.

The people of Celestial Eagle Tower could die.

He didn’t care how many of them died.

But not a single one of the people he brought with him could die!

’If Zhang Su dies, I’ll slaughter everyone in the Celestial Eagle Tower, down to the last dog and chicken. Not one will survive!’

Zhou Peng’s eyes were filled with a vicious light.

’A fair duel?’

’Jianghu rules?’

Zhou Peng couldn’t care less.

He only cared about one thing: Zhang Su could be defeated, but he could not die.

If he died, the Celestial Eagle Tower would be buried with him!

In everyone’s eyes, Ghost Face’s attack, combining Hidden Weapons and Swordsmanship, was nearly flawless.

It would be a testament to Zhang Su’s strength if he could even survive.

But to escape unscathed was almost impossible.

However, in Zhang Su’s perception, every single one of those ox-hair-thin needles was incredibly clear.

’It might be hard to dodge them.’

’But blocking them won’t be difficult at all.’

CLANG.

Zhang Su drew his sword.

The sword’s light flashed, and for a moment, the air seemed filled with afterimages of the blade.

These afterimages merged into one, forming a curtain of steel in front of Zhang Su.

TING TING TANG...

A series of crisp ringing sounds echoed.

The dense storm of Hidden Weapons was completely blocked by Zhang Su’s Cold Frost Sword.

At the same time, Ghost Face’s Soft Sword reached him.

Zhang Su had lost a fraction of a second blocking the Hidden Weapons. No matter how fast his sword was, it couldn’t be faster than Ghost Face’s at this moment.

So, Zhang Su immediately turned his sword sideways to block.

CLANG...

Using the flat of his Cold Frost Sword, Zhang Su precisely blocked the tip of Ghost Face’s blade.

Then, Zhang Su closed the distance and threw a punch with his left hand.

Ghost Face also threw a punch with his left hand.

They were going to clash head-on!

Zhang Su knew Ghost Face would definitely unleash his Inner Force.

’In truth, so will I.’

At that moment, the three types of Inner Strength within his body instantly merged.

Three types of Inner Strength combined into one, transforming into the fiercely violent, Extreme Yang Little Three Yang Power.

His Twelve Layers of Internal Strength erupted at the same time.

BANG.

A muffled thud.

Their Inner Forces erupted instantly and collided violently.

And then...

"AHHH..."

Ghost Face let out a piercing scream.

Then, his body flew backward like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily onto the ground.

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