Chapter 101: Chapter 101
"The spear intent is so sharp, even from such a distance, it feels like a knife cutting through my face!" The spectators gasped, breath held at the breathtaking intensity of Sam’s spear attack.
Yet despite Sam’s impressive and relentless strikes, many eyes remained fixated on Ethan. "Although Sam’s technique is dazzling, he is practically winded—Ethan dominates the battle."
With steely resolve, Sam declared, "Ethan, you’ll fall to my trump card! Prepare to be proud that you fell to my trump card!"
With a roar, he thrust his spear forward, the weapon seeming to become a dragon descending from the heavens. Its fiery spiritual power blossomed into the shape of a golden dragon, maw agape and poised to devour Ethan.
Spears of golden intent rained like relentless arrows, crashing into the earth and gouging deep craters. But Ethan was untouchable, shielded by the essence and blood power flowing loosely but fiercely just an inch above his skin.
"You are too confident!" Ethan sneered, claws flashing, seizing the spear’s blade with sheer physical might. Sparks flew as his palm slid along the weapon, tearing away spear intent and spiritual energy like paper.
The illusory golden dragon shattered instantly.
Without hesitation, Ethan grasped the spear’s shaft, pulling the top-grade spiritual weapon over from behind him to the front, ready for his own use.
"Earth-level spiritual technique, nothing but a toy!" Ethan laughed, holding Sam’s spear with quiet disdain.
Sam blinked, furious to be stripped of his weapon and humiliated before so many.
His own hand summoned a crimson spear—the pride of Voidshade Peak, crafted from superior essence and blood of beasts, surpassing Allen’s weapon in quality.
"You’re not worthy of wielding my brother’s spear. Die here!" Sam hissed, spear in hand, launching a fierce counterattack.
Their spears clashed, gold against red, sparking with every swing. The clang of metal and flash of afterimages dazzled the audience.
The crowd gasped in awe.
"You see that? Spear intent. He’s actually cultivated spear intent!"
"Why do some think only they may cultivate spear intent while others may not?"
Ethan smiled coolly, matching Sam’s every move with ease and grace, replying casually mid-battle:
"Alex—you remember him, right?"
Sam faltered, caught off-guard by the name.
"No grudges on either side," Ethan continued silently, "but when you arrange an assassination against me, I take it as a declaration of war."
His eyes hardened, erupting with fierce murderous intent.
"Bang!"
With a crisp crack, Sam’s spear was torn out of his grasp.
In a flash, Ethan vanished then reappeared behind Sam.
"No!"
Sam barely turned, crossing his arms to brace himself, shouting, "Spiritual weapon—Azure Iron Shield!"
A palm-sized blue shield suddenly expanded, splitting into three rotating shields enveloping Sam defensively.
Ethan ignored the barriers, driving a punishing punch through them.
Bang!
The shining azure shields dented, crushed downward beneath the devastating blow.
Ethan followed with three rapid, punishing punches. Each landed heavier than the last.
Sam’s defensive spiritual weapon was ravaged.
Ethan sneered. "Nice armor, but not unbreakable."
In his hands glistened the Moonflood Scythe—the pinnacle of all the weapons he had gotten from the system rewards—its cold steel shining with wrath.
He grasped the weapon with both hands, his pupils flashing with sharp scythe intent.
The power radiated in waves, blowing back his hair and fluttering his robes.
At that moment, Ethan’s whole being seemed transformed—his body radiated the sharp, exquisite edge of a blade about to sever its bonds.
The scythe intent grew in intensity, coalescing around the Moonflood Scythe.
"Moonflood Scythe Technique, Full Moon!" Ethan spoke, swinging the scythe from top to bottom in a looping arc.
A brilliant full moon arc of spiritual energy flashed, slicing through the air.
The high-grade Azure Iron Shield was cut into two gleaming fragments, tumbling like fragile tofu to the floor.
"What?!" the crowd gasped in astonishment.
Sam’s expression was one of deep fright—visibly shaken by the destruction of his cherished shield.
"How could this be?! A single blow severed my spiritual armor? Is this... scythe intent?"
"Impossible!" he muttered. "You fought with the spear and wielded spear intent—now switching to scythe intent? How could one cultivator master all this?"
Sam’s mind spiraled into disbelief.
"How could someone cultivate two different weapons’ intents simultaneously? And all through pure physical cultivation? How?"
Ethan waved the Moonflood Scythe with deadly grace.
"It’s over," he declared.
"Moonflood Scythe Technique, Second Style, Killing Arc!"
The blade carried a fierce, sinister killing intent—an executioner’s final verdict.
"Accept it, or perish!"
Spectators were dumbfounded by the overwhelming force and murderous will behind the move.
Sam assaulted Ethan desperately—dozens of movements launched—but all failed to find purchase.
Ethan’s display of mastery in both scythe and spear intent—the true intent of two weapons simultaneously—was unprecedented in the Azure Origin Dao Sect’s history.
"Why does Ethan wield such terrible killing intent? Is he trying to kill Sam outright?"
"Such recklessness! With Peak Master of the Voidshade peak, Adyr watching, does he not fear reprisal?"
Amid murmurs of intrigue, both opponents fought beneath the watchful, raised brows of the highest viewing platform.
The tension was unbearable; none dared speak as the duel blazed on.
Suddenly, with a furious cry, Adyr burst from the platform and descended upon Ethan.
"You insolent brat! Stop this madness!"
Ethan laughed, bold and untethered. "I want to kill him. No one can stop me!"
Adyr unleashed the pressure of a terrifying cultivator in late stage of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, shrouding Ethan in an oppressive spiritual barrier designed to slow and suffocate.
Yet, Ethan remained unaffected, moving as a ghost through the grasping energy.
"How can this be?" Adyr’s face drained of color in shock.
Summoning his spiritual power, Adyr teleported beside Sam, grabbing his belt and steadying him.
"You arrogant young man! If you want to kill someone before me, you know your place!" Adyr’s voice rang cold and severe.
Ethan smirked, a flash of defiance in his eye.
"Really?"
The Moonflood Scythe spun in his hands, changing its pace like a dancer shifting steps.
"Autumn Leaf Scythe Technique, Final Style, Autumn Leaves Fall!"
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