Chen Tian could tell from the other man's eyes that this guy was almost completely influenced by the evil spirit energy, only one step away from becoming an evil spirit. Chen Tian decided he had to finish him here; keeping him alive would be a disaster. Chen Tian and the Berserk Swordsman brushed past each other. Standing below the arena now were only a little over a thousand people. The first round of matches yesterday had eliminated more than two thousand people, which showed how intense the competition was. As the host began to announce the opponents, the Berserk Swordsman saw that his opponent was not Chen Tian. He snarled, "Kid, you've bought yourself some time. I'll take your life later."
"Those words should be mine."
Chen Tian finished speaking and stepped onto the arena. The players Chen Tian would face today were not easy opponents. Chen Tian's opponent was a player named Ming Long Yun Shan, whose profession was a Berserk Swordsman, also a hidden profession. By the second round, most players were hidden professions, with only a small number being common ones. After all, hidden professions were more powerful than the officially listed ones, even considered superior. Chen Tian and Ming Long Yun Shan performed a respectful greeting gesture with their hands.
Chen Tian said indifferently, "Make your move, or you won't get another chance."
"Just as the rumors say, you are truly arrogant. Did you think we didn't see your sword energy barrier in the first round? Such tactics are only effective against ordinary players. Your trick won't work on me."
Ming Long Yun Shan's aura erupted, carrying some of the power from the divine realm. Chen Tian nodded; the more such players, the better. Seeing Ming Long Yun Shan draw his longsword, Chen Tian did not stand still. Ming Long Yun Shan spoke, "Draw your sword."
"No need. Wait until you can break through my defense first."
An invisible sword energy barrier existed before Chen Tian. Seeing Chen Tian's utter arrogance, his complete disregard for him, Ming Long Yun Shan controlled his emotions. His emotions must not waver, or great disaster would follow. Ming Long Yun Shan took a step forward, moving left and right with exceptionally agile footwork. His slow speed was the drawback of his profession, but fortunately, Chen Tian did not attack proactively, allowing him to gain the initiative. He swung his sword with overbearing power, a power different from the Berserk Swordsman's. This power was purer, chaotic, and upon contact, would trigger countless blade-like cuts.
This was the characteristic of the Berserk Swordsman profession. Their longswords contained chaotic energy, and players who were not careful would be torn apart by this chaotic energy. As his longsword approached Chen Tian, sparks flew. Ming Long Yun Shan exclaimed in shock, "Impossible!"
Ming Long Yun Shan used his full strength, but this sword strike only produced sparks upon hitting the sword energy barrier. The barrier was completely unharmed. What a joke! Did this mean Chen Tian's understanding of sword energy was superior to his? Ming Long Yun Shan could not believe that a new player could possess such talent.
Ming Long Yun Shan retreated, his longsword now wrapped in sword energy. The black sword energy was chaotic, making Ming Long Yun Shan appear as if he were about to be attacked by his own sword energy. Chen Tian murmured, "As expected, your control over sword energy is still not proficient."
Chen Tian saw at a glance that Ming Long Yun Shan's sword energy control was lacking. Thinking about it, it was quite good that his profession could suppress the chaotic energy within the sword body. Where would he find the time to stabilize his sword energy? The sword energy merged with the longsword. Ming Long Yun Shan swung his sword from the heavens, intent on cleaving Chen Tian in two. Chen Tian looked up at the descending black sword light. He simply drew his longsword with a *zheng*. With a single draw, wave after wave of sword blades shot out.
The sky filled with sword energy formed blades that collided with the sword light. The sword light shattered under the blades, and the blades continued to fly towards Ming Long Yun Shan. Ming Long Yun Shan reacted a step too late. Chen Tian's blade sent him flying back.
Chen Tian's sword strike did not knock Ming Long Yun Shan off the stage. Chen Tian felt a bit of approval for Ming Long Yun Shan; it was quite good that he didn't get sent flying by this move. This guy had a solid foundation.
The spectating players could not believe it. How could the Unmoving Swordsman be so powerful? They knew that his opponent in the previous round had been defeated with a single move. Yet, the Unmoving Swordsman dealt with this player so easily.
"This is definitely a dark horse."
"Who exactly is this guy?"
"I wonder who's stronger, him or that Berserk Swordsman."
"Too strong. Is this what a Swordsman profession is like? I should have chosen Swordsman back then."
Voices rose from the viewing stands, filled with support, cheers, and discussions. Chen Tian and the others on the stage could hear them clearly. The arena had no soundproofing. Ming Long Yun Shan sheathed his longsword and said, "This is my strongest move. If you can withstand it, I will concede."
"Alright."
Chen Tian nodded in agreement. It seemed like Ming Long Yun Shan's self-created sword technique. Chen Tian wanted to see how this move was and whether it could achieve the effect he desired.
The longsword was sheathed, and Ming Long Yun Shan closed his eyes. All his strength flowed within his body, concentrating in his arm and inside the scabbard. Ming Long Yun Shan was charging up. Chen Tian did nothing, waiting for him to finish charging. Such moves took a long time to charge but were powerful. Suddenly, Ming Long Yun Shan opened his eyes and drew his sword. With a single sword-drawing motion, one beam of light transformed into tens of thousands. Chen Tian found himself in an ocean of sword light, trapped within it. No matter where he went, he would be cut by the sword light.
Chen Tian felt the power of this move. He drew his longsword and swung it left and right, forming cross, circle, triangle, and various other trajectories. *Crack*, a series of breaking sounds echoed. All the sword light dissipated. Chen Tian elegantly sheathed his sword.
Ming Long Yun Shan's face was pale. "You've won. I concede."
The difference in strength was clear to Ming Long Yun Shan. The opponent had easily broken through his ultimate move. There was no point in continuing; he had reached his limit.
Chen Tian said indifferently, "If you could improve your control of power slightly, shorten the charging time, and channel a little more energy into your palms and fingers, your power, speed, and even the number of attacks could increase significantly."
Chen Tian's words stunned Ming Long Yun Shan, as if a door in his mind had opened.
He bowed and said, "Thank you."
Chen Tian's battle ended, and he walked off the stage. He looked towards the Berserk Swordsman's area. The Berserk Swordsman's fight had been simple, crushing his opponent with raw power, and he had finished him easily. The Berserk Swordsman walked off the stage, awaiting his next match.
As luck would have it, Chen Tian and the Berserk Swordsman's next opponents were each other, and they were scheduled for the next round on the same arena.
The Berserk Swordsman approached Chen Tian, radiating killing intent. "Kid, you can only blame yourself for being an enemy of that great lord."
"You're nothing but a lackey. What are you proud of? Show me your skills on the stage, or it won't be me who dies."
Chen Tian's lips curled. Even before they stepped onto the arena, their auras clashed incessantly. The Berserk Swordsman's ID was "Berserk Swordsman." Perhaps they were influenced by the evil spirits, as their IDs were all profession names.
Chen Tian paid no attention to this. No matter what they were, any running dog of the evil spirits would be ruthlessly slain by Chen Tian. Chen Tian's mind raced with the message his friend had sent him yesterday; they must have already begun their actions.
Chen Tian stepped onto the arena. The Berserk Swordsman and Chen Tian met each other's gaze. This battle attracted everyone's attention.
One was a dark horse, and the other was the Berserk Swordsman who had shown his prowess since the first round. The battle between these two was bound to be fierce. Everyone watched with wide eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment.
Chen Tian drew his longsword. The Berserk Swordsman gripped the greatsword behind him; it looked heavy and powerful. Chen Tian's longsword was light and graceful. Chen Tian attacked, his figure rushing towards the Berserk Swordsman. The Berserk Swordsman stood his ground, waiting for Chen Tian to approach. His profession had a speed deficiency; it was better to wait for the opponent to close the distance and then defeat them with overwhelming power.
The Berserk Swordsman's victories had always been through brute force. As long as the power was strong enough, even the fastest speed would be incapacitated with a single touch. This was the Berserk Swordsman's fighting style.
His longsword thrust out continuously. Chen Tian blocked with his sword body, sparks flying against the greatsword. Chen Tian closed the distance, and the greatsword swept out.
Chen Tian flipped in the air. His body was only a meter away from the greatsword. He thrust his longsword forward. The Berserk Swordsman saw the attack and tried to dodge, quickly pulling his greatsword back. Chen Tian's attack was blocked by the sword body.
Chen Tian's longsword flicked upwards, sparks trailing along the greatsword's body. The greatsword suddenly fell to the arena floor. The Berserk Swordsman understood Chen Tian's intention and released his hands, swinging his fists. Chen Tian drew his longsword horizontally and retreated a few steps.
The Berserk Swordsman's strength was no joke; without sufficient power, he couldn't wield such a greatsword.