Chapter Nine, Sword Strikes the Enemy's Head, Life's Glory

With this loud roar, he fully erupted; it was now his turn to counterattack, and the twin swords began their offensive

However, Meng Tie soon found it hard to smile. After Fang Ning was struck by this soul hammer, his body merely froze for a moment, paused for a breath, and then returned to normal, as if he had no reaction at all

At the same time, Fang Ning let out a loud roar and thrust his iron sword forcefully towards the opponent's heart. In an instant, it struck true, the sharp iron sword piercing through the opponent's tough skin and entering their body, just a fraction away from penetrating the heart.

Heads flew as Fang Ning decapitated his formidable opponent. In an instant, the neck that had lost its head erupted with blood, gushing forth like a fountain of hot blood, splattering in all directions to a height of three feet, drenching Fang Ning's face. Yet, Fang Ning remained utterly still

This strike is a soul strike, disregarding any armor defenses, impossible to resist, impossible to evade; it is a technique of the advanced soul witchcraft.

Fang Ning left the martial arts arena. Although he had no visible external injuries, the battle had caused considerable internal damage. His palms were torn, his mouth tasted sweet, and he felt a sense of difficulty in moving. However, his spirit was invigorated and he was extremely excited, far outweighing the pain caused by the internal injuries.

However, he had no chance. At the moment the hammer was raised, Fang Ning swung his sword. In the arc of the sword made of corundum, an arm along with the hammer and books flew out. The right hand of Meng Tie was severed at the wrist, cut off by Fang Ning, and flew away together with the hammer

Puff, puff, puff, fresh blood splattered

Keep going, keep going, kill him

What formations, what legions; at this moment, all of that becomes irrelevant. They were severely stirred by the recent bloody battle, and each one yearned for a fierce fight. Thus, once the battle commenced, they all charged towards each other.

Kill, kill, kill

Fang Ning sheathed his sword and emerged victorious

The host took the stage to announce the commencement of the main battle, a grand conflict involving four hundred warriors. In this arena of martial combat, contrary to everyone's expectations, previous legion battles had typically involved both sides cautiously probing each other, proceeding with careful strategies. However, this time, with a single command to start, both sides let out a fierce roar and charged at each other like madmen.

Thus, his soul was extraordinarily resilient. The so-called soul strike had no effect on him, who had been in this state for seven or eight years; he felt nothing, merely a pause in his breath.

However, under Fang Ning's dual swords, the defense of that iron hammer was simply riddled with flaws, as each sword easily pierced through the opponent's guard, striking his body

The iron sword shattered, and Fang Ning retracted the jade, preparing to deliver a strike to end the battle. However, the remnants of Meng Tie's hand grasped the broken iron sword embedded in his own body and forcefully pulled it out.

Listening to the cheers of millions in the arena and seeing countless spectators cheering for him, Fang Ning suddenly felt a sense of success, a sense of glory, and a sense of excitement. This acclaim from thousands is what a man's life is about; this is his own stage

Fang Ning raised his long sword once again and shouted loudly into the air: "I have won, I have won"

Fang Ning was immersed in it until the host awakened him; the preliminary battle had ended, and the main battle involving four hundred participants was about to begin

Die

Well done, kid, keep it up

Damn it, what soul child, he is already a soul warrior. Quickly, find a physician, we must save him. At fifteen, he can wield soul techniques, and there are not many like him even in Gaul. Such a gladiator is worth his weight in gold. Prepare to save him

Seeing Fang Ning's frenzied counterattack and Meng Tie's continuous retreat, all the spectators seemed to ignite at once, with countless voices shouting out

With the extraction of the remnants of the iron sword, he let out a thunderous roar

With this loud roar, a phantom appeared around him, resembling a giant bear, which transformed into an iron hammer and lunged towards Fang Ning from a distance

I am about to die here, a voice seemed to say in Meng Tie's heart, as his unwilling and fierce expression gradually faded away. He forgot to glance at the distant West, and shouted loudly:

In a moment of distraction, Fang Ning regained her composure. In that instant, Meng Tie and Fang Ning locked eyes. Fang Ning's gaze was serene, and Meng Tie, seeing those clear and cold eyes, felt a connection as if they shared a silent understanding, as if a light had returned. Meng Tie realized that he had reached the end of his path

The elderly man on the platform also shouted, "Impossible"

This phantom can only be seen by a select few. Meng Tie transformed his soul into a soul hammer and struck out. With this blow, he specifically targeted the opponent's soul. If the opponent's soul was not resilient enough, a single strike would instantly shatter it, leading to the death of the soulless person and the end of the battle

With a single strike, he immediately hit Fang Ning, causing Fang Ning to pause. Meng Tie smiled; although he felt intense pain in his chest and was unable to move, he knew he had won. The Soul Hammer Break, which he had not successfully cultivated before, was finally achieved due to the excruciating pain in his heart that stimulated his soul. Those struck by this hammer would have their souls shattered, leading to certain death.

The head of Meng Tie fell to the ground, the body collapsed, death.

Fang Ning continued to exert force, thrusting with all his might. As long as this thrust penetrated, it would surely pierce the opponent's heart, resulting in certain death. A remaining hand of Meng Tie immediately grasped the blade of the iron sword that had been driven into his chest, attempting to stop Fang Ning's force.

Fang Ning was born with an incredibly powerful soul, so much so that his physical body could not withstand it. Had it not been for his parents exhausting their family fortune for medical treatment, Fang Ning would have already perished

In this frenzied counterattack, Meng Tie can no longer maintain the relentless hammering of pressure; it is now his turn to begin retreating and to start defending himself

The manager of the martial arts arena on stage also exclaimed in surprise

Well done, young man, well done

In an instant, countless copper coins, silver dollars, and gold yuan were tossed down, and the delighted audience at that moment did not care about these at all, for their bets had allowed them to win even more

Meng Tie could not believe his eyes and could not help but exclaim: "Impossible"

I won, I finally won, Mother, you are saved, I have survived, I won

"Soul Hammer Break? It's over, the kid is doomed"

Won, won, well done, young man

Unknowingly, Fang Ning, who has already recognized the allure of money, has all her thoughts focused on it

Under the relentless assault of the mad sword strikes, Meng Tie was unaware of how many swords had pierced his body. Gradually, he could no longer withstand the onslaught. With a great roar, he chose to abandon his resistance, raising his massive hammer to deliver the most ferocious blow, intending to exchange injury for injury in an attempt to kill Fang Ning

According to the agreement, in addition to the appearance fee of 300 gold coins, there are also the tips from all the audience, which constitute Fang Ning's income. How much should this amount to in total

The house character had not yet been exported, Fang Ning raised his right hand, and in an instant, Meng Tie felt a chill around his neck, realizing he had flown up into the air. Looking down, he saw a familiar headless body.

Although I have been struck by countless swords, with the resilient physique of a bear man, I can still hold on for a quarter of an hour. The higher-ups in the martial arts arena will surely come to my rescue upon seeing that I possess this soul witchcraft, so I have won

The figure turned, and the sword light flashed like lightning! The twin swords danced, launching a counterattack towards the opponent

With his roar, the surrounding audience also began to shout

The clash of blades and swords, spells and witchcraft, fierce charges, flickering sword lights, and blood and flesh flying everywhere; this bloody battle is incredibly intense, with the audience cheering loudly, as it is a brutal fight to the death.

Fang Ning left the martial arts arena, departing from this bloody and brutal place, leaving behind the blood and sand. Gradually, the excitement faded, and another thought arose: how much money had he actually made this time?

The elderly man in the stands, who had just spoken about Fang Ning practicing basic swordsmanship, immediately widened his eyes and exclaimed

Mother, I miss you, Mother! I want to go home

The two parties exerted their strength against each other, using all their might. Suddenly, a cracking sound was heard as the iron sword shattered, breaking into seven or eight pieces, rendering it completely unusable. Although Fang Ning had been deliberately using the Qian Duan sword and jade to resist the opponent's hammer strikes, this iron sword had also withstood several blows. Given its already poor quality, it ultimately broke during the battle.