Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 465 Bless the City Lord

The zhenqi flowed through his meridians like a nimble gossamer thread, slowly gathering in his palm, then flowing down his arm, continuously pouring into the longsword in his hand. The sword trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, as if gathering its final strength for this life-or-death battle.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Xu Tian lay dormant like a beast, poised to strike. He thrust his feet hard, and the ground cracked instantly, spreading like a spiderweb. With a dull roar, he shot out of the dust like an arrow from a bow. Xu Tian's clothes were now tattered, strips of cloth fluttering in the wind like tattered battle flags. Yet, his dark purple skin was flawless, smooth as jade, untouched by a speck of dust, as if the filth of the world could not even touch him.

Gao Jinghao's pupils shrank, a flicker of panic in his eyes. He knew that if he didn't retreat, Xu Tian's fist would pierce him in the next second. So, he stumbled backward, his shoes scraping against the ground with a harsh sound. At the same time, he swung his sword relentlessly, and hundreds of sword energies, like silver streaks, whistled towards Xu Tian.

This time, Xu Tian didn't choose to resist. His body was nimble, weaving through the sword energy like a ghost. Each sword energy grazed the edge of his clothes, leaving no trace on him. His eyes flickered with amusement and disdain, as if mocking Gao Jinghao's inability to resist.

Gao Jinghao felt a surge of despair upon seeing this, but he quickly suppressed it. He knew that retreating now would mean death; only by forging ahead could he have a glimmer of hope. So, with a loud cry, he channeled all his inner energy into his sword without reservation, and then thrust it out fiercely. The sword sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, its tip flashing with an icy light as it bore down on Xu Tian's throat.

Seeing this, Xu Tian remained calm. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a cruel sneer curling his lips. Then, he clenched his fist and slammed the longsword down. "Bang!" A loud bang, like thunder, exploded in the ruins. Sword and fist collided, and a powerful energy surged like a surging wave, spreading out in all directions. The surrounding air seemed to ignite, emitting a crackling sound. Under the impact of this energy, the broken wood flew in all directions like flying hidden weapons.

During this fierce collision, something unexpected happened. Gao Jinghao felt the sword in his hand sink as a tremendous force emanated from it, numbing his arm. He peered closely and saw the tip of the sword pierce Xu Tian's fist. A drop of blood slowly oozed out, standing out against his dark purple skin. However, before he could rejoice, he noticed the sword began to bend, gradually losing its original shape under Xu Tian's terrifying force.

"Not good!" Gao Jinghao cried inwardly, his face turning pale. He knew full well that the longsword that had accompanied him for so many years was about to be destroyed. As expected, Xu Tian's fist suddenly exerted force, bending the longsword into a strange arc. Then, with tremendous force, his fist smashed towards Gao Jinghao's head.

Gao Jinghao was terrified. He had no time to think, and could only instinctively dodge to the side. Xu Tian's fist grazed his cheek, bringing with it a gust of scorching wind that stung his skin. Gao Jinghao stumbled back a few steps, steadying himself. He looked at the bent and deformed longsword in his hand, his heart filled with heartache and reluctance. This sword had accompanied him through countless life-and-death battles, but now, at this most crucial moment, it had lost its purpose.

Gao Jinghao took a deep breath, suppressing the grief in his heart, and fiercely threw the bent sword to the ground. He knew that the more he clung to it at this moment, the greater the danger. Then, he concentrated all his energy into his right fist. His right fist trembled slightly, emitting a faint glow, as if telling of the power that was about to burst forth.

However, just as Gao Jinghao had finished gathering his true energy, Xu Tian's fist loomed before him like a mountain. Without even a moment's hesitation, he could only swing his fist to meet the blow. "Bang!" Another loud bang erupted as their fists collided heavily. This time, the force of the collision was even more terrifying, whipping up a gust of wind, sending flying sand and rocks so that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

Gao Jinghao felt a surge of force like a surging tide, rattling the bones in his arms and nearly breaking them. He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, using the force to quickly distance himself from Xu Tian. His feet carved two deep marks on the ground before he managed to steady himself.

Gao Jinghao clenched his still-trembling right hand with his left, his heart filled with shock and helplessness. He looked at Xu Tian not far away and muttered to himself, "He's been crazy for so long, but he's still so strong. It's like he hasn't worn out his energy at all..." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of despair and exhaustion.

However, as Gao Jinghao finished his words, Xu Tian's attack struck again like a violent storm. Gao Jinghao had no time to think, so he quickly adjusted his stance and engaged Xu Tian in close combat. Their figures loomed in the dust, and every time their fists collided, a powerful gust of wind erupted, blowing the surrounding dust away.

In this thrilling battle, Gao Jinghao's physical strength and true energy were rapidly depleting. His movements gradually became slower and his breathing became more rapid. However, Xu Tian continued like a tireless killing machine, attacking more and more fiercely, and each punch carried the momentum of destruction.

A white-haired old man knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, and muttered to himself: "God bless, City Lord Gao must win..." Tears flashed in his eyes, which showed his attachment to this city and his expectations for the future.

A group of young children hid in their mothers' arms, their eyes filled with fear and confusion. They didn't understand why the once prosperous city had become like this, and why there was such a terrible battle.

Gao Jinghao, the resolute city lord, was now deeply tempered by the brutality of battle. His clothes were tattered, like fallen leaves in the wind. Blood oozed from countless wounds, forming shocking streaks in the sunlight, staining his body a terrifying red. Yet, his eyes were like stars in the cold night, firm and blazing, fixed fixedly on the demonic Xu Tian before him.

At this moment, Gao Jinghao and Xu Tian exchanged fists once again. Each collision was like a thunderclap, shaking the surrounding air and stirring up visible waves of air. Blood gushed from Gao Jinghao's fists. In this fierce exchange, every drop of blood seemed to speak of his unyielding and tenacious spirit.