"Eightieth match. Jian Wuchen!" The referee took a deep breath and slowly announced the next name. Even after witnessing countless fierce and bloody battles, the referee's palms were slightly sweaty. He quietly said to Ling Feng, "General Ling, for this next fight, I suggest you don't take any chances. Focus on winning. You don't have to defeat him with a single move." Ling Feng offered a calm smile and gave a small nod. "I understand. Thank you for the reminder, Senior." "Let the match begin!" At the referee's signal, both fighters stepped into place and drew their swords. Jian Wuchen was ranked twenty-first on the Hundred Battles Ranking. He had reached the peak of the Spiritual Element Realm and was considered exceptionally powerful. He was also the last disciple of General Wang Meng! "Wang Meng, it's your disciple this time. Do you think that Ling Feng can still finish it in a single move?" In the VIP seats above, both Li Qing and Wang Meng were already speechless from shock. Ling Feng had just won seventy-nine consecutive matches with a single strike in each one. His strength had far exceeded their expectations. Wang Meng swallowed hard and gave a faint snort. "Hmph. My Sky-Shaking Flow sword art isn't something anyone can casually defeat." Speaking of his own sword art, Wang Meng's face showed a hint of pride. "Even if Ling Feng wins, there's no way he can insta-kill my last disciple!" "That may not be the case." Su Dongling gave a quiet smile and said, "Sitting here watching is a bit dull. How about this, General Wang, General Li, and Adviser Sun, why don't we place a bet?" "I'm in," Wang Meng said without hesitation. As a seasoned veteran, he had his pride. Jian Wuchen had inherited his full teachings, and he had full confidence in his disciple. "How do you want to bet, Mr. Su?" he asked in a steady tone. "Let's bet on whether Ling Feng can defeat your disciple in a single move." Su Dongling took out a porcelain bottle from his storage spirit ring. "This is a Chi Dragon[1] True Fire Pill. After taking it, a fire-type cultivator can greatly strengthen their command of fire-based laws. Are you interested?" "Chi Dragon True Fire Pill!" Wang Meng's throat tightened. As a fire-type cultivator himself, he was naturally tempted. After a martial artist reached the king tier (Spiritual Sea Realm), the focus of soul cultivation shifted toward the comprehension of attribute laws. Any medicinal pill that could enhance those laws was considered even more valuable than most sky-tier arts. Wang Meng drew a slow breath and asked, "I know I'm nowhere near as wealthy as you, Mr. Su, so what do you want from me in return?" "I heard that six months ago, you came into possession of a Flame-Refining Divine Stone." Su Dongling narrowed his eyes and stared at Wang Meng. The meaning was clear. Wang Meng's expression twitched slightly. The Flame-Refining Divine Stone was a rare treasure said to come from beyond the heavens, possessing mysterious properties. It could be used to forge celestial artifacts or refine pills. Everyone had their own theories. As the Empire's Top Poison Master and an accomplished alchemist, Su Dongling naturally had a strong interest in such a treasure. "No. Absolutely not." Wang Meng shook his head. "That stone wasn't easy to get. If you want to bet, pick something else." "Oh?" Su Dongling gave a faint smile. He looked at Wang Meng as if amused. "Could it be that General Wang doesn't have confidence in his own disciple? Do you think he won't be able to withstand even one move from General Ling?" "Ridiculous!" Wang Meng gritted his teeth and steeled himself. "Fine. I'll bet, but only if you offer three Chi Dragon True Fire Pill. Otherwise, forget it!" Su Dongling casually produced two more porcelain bottles. "That makes three in total. If you try to back out after losing, I trust you know what I'm capable of!" Wang Meng's lips twitched. Su Dongling's reputation as the Empire's Top Poison Master was no joke. Offending someone like him could mean death without ever knowing what happened. With a smile, Su Dongling turned toward Li Qing and Sun Boce. "General Li, Adviser Sun, would you like to bet as well?" "Hehe..." Li Qing gave an awkward chuckle. "I never gamble." Sun Boce waved his hand. They had no personal connection to Jian Wuchen and saw no reason to join in. Besides, judging by the way things were going, there was a real chance Ling Feng might win in a single move. It would be cruel to set up an old friend for a loss! Wang Meng clenched his jaw and pulled out a dark green stone. "I don't believe it. If Jian Wuchen can't withstand a single attack from Ling Feng, I'll personally flay him and expel him from my sect!" "Then let's see how it plays out." Su Dongling turned his eyes to the arena and thought to himself, Ling Feng, if you win this for me, I'll make sure you get a generous gift! On the arena platform. Jian Wuchen was still completely unaware of the heavy "mission" he now carried. He kept his usual cool expression. If he knew he'd be skinned alive upon losing in a single strike, he might not be so composed. He adjusted his breathing slightly and looked straight at Ling Feng. With a calm fist-and-palm salute, he spoke with faint respect in his eyes. "General Ling, your strength is something I cannot match. Still, my Sky-Shaking Flow sword art has its pride. I will not surrender." Ling Feng gave a slight nod and returned the salute. Though the outcome was clear, Jian Wuchen was still choosing to fight. That made him a worthy opponent. "You must defeat me in a single move," Jian Wuchen said, his eyes flashing with excitement. "I want to see you break Linghu Yudao's legend. But I won't go easy on you. Holding back would insult not just the legend but you as well!" Ling Feng's lips curled slightly. "Then come." "Very well!" Jian Wuchen shouted with excitement. "The Sky-Shaking Flow sword art manipulates spatial force. General Ling, prepare yourself!" A ringing note filled the air as Jian Wuchen's sword left its sheath! Rippling waves spread around Ling Feng, distorting the space like water. They shimmered beautifully, but each ripple carried the power to rend the void. Sky-Shaking Flow specialized in harnessing spatial force to unleash devastating sword strikes. It was a technique designed to bring out the full sharpness and ambition of the sword. Ling Feng's eyes brightened. Whoever created this sword style must have been a rare genius in the art of the sword dao. This attack was Jian Wuchen's full power. He held nothing back. That in itself was a sign of respect. Ling Feng remained still, rooted to the spot. The crashing force pressed down. The space around him was being torn apart. The sword of the heavens fell like thunder, as if it had crossed stars and shattered dreams. It struck down with world-ending might! Purple light swirled around Ling Feng's body, and a wisp of fire quietly emerged. "Third-phase Devouring Flame. Go!" A blast of flame surged through the space around him, burning everything in its path. Even the spatial tears were incinerated by the terrifying fire of the third-phase Devouring Flame. The sword of the heavens shattered in an instant! Jian Wuchen was flung into the air, blood spurting from his mouth. Scorch marks streaked across his face and body. Yet in his eyes, there was uncontrollable excitement. Ling Feng had won again. And it was still a single move! He was now one step closer to the one-move legend Linghu Yudao! Eighty consecutive victories. It was done! The crowd exploded into a frenzy. It felt as if they themselves had achieved those victories. And the legend of winning with a single move continued! 1. Chi Dragon is also known as a hornless dragon. ☜