The Qi Sect has spread its branches in the Far East Islands, becoming one of the main martial arts factions in the Far East.

Not only in the Far East, but even in the Western Continent, it has gained a great reputation, and many people even cross the ocean to study its arts.

Yet few can reach its pinnacle.

The Shadow of Death is one of them.

In his youth, he heard stories of Aran's expedition.

Even though Gao Tian Country, located at the center of the Far East Islands, was not touched by war, it still sent troops to support under the coalition's formation.

At that time, he was indifferent.

Later, amid the shifting alliances, it ended with a result that didn't allow Aran to station troops in the Beima Duchy, leading to Aran's retreat.

However, the war's impact was profound, as the construction by the Emperor in the East Sea also gave birth to what is now called Heaven Port, truly a cosmic center of the multiverse.

Everything has two sides. One should not completely dismiss the positive significance of Heaven Port's existence due to the stench of pirates.

The birthplaces of the Western Continent and the Far East are all mixed together.

Isn't this a magical cultural exchange?

The pirates in Heaven Port treat everyone equally, robbing the Beima East Coast and even trading goods on the west side of the Far East Islands. According to Einstein, milk is mother. This is relativity. No matter where, the pirates maintain a constant, no matter how fast your growth rate spikes, but the pirates of Heaven Port will always be three hundred thousand kilometers per second ahead of you.

Since this speed remains unchanged, if my speed has also accelerated, and speed equals distance divided by time, then something must have changed in the process.

It's time.

It has drastically shortened the time the Far East Islands were shackled by traditional teachings.

The Shadow of Death didn't feel much of the war's influence, only sensing that the people around him were becoming increasingly vile, not even on the same channel when conversing.

He appeared very wise.

"On the Diminishing Quality of My Social Circle and the Matter of Bloodwashing the Western Continent's Experts."

Of course, this was a secondary reason.

The main purpose was still to enhance the Suspended Sword's influence. In the perspective of the Shadow of Death, at the time of the era's transformation, the Suspended Sword was the last organization at the end of the 27th century with a possibility of unifying the ideology of the Far East Islands.

If the Far East continued the endless internal wars, it had already missed the Magic Energy Industrial Revolution and would miss the technological innovations brought by cheap energy.

Bloodwashing the Western Continent's experts was very necessary.

In the arena.

The Qi Sect Secret Power of the Shadow of Death was operated to the extreme.

Valentina appeared calm, able to capture the trajectory of all things through the slightest breeze.

Though the Sword King wasn't trained under the Qi Sect, ultimate martial arts lead to the same destination, mastering one method allows understanding other principles and eventually fathoming the essence.

The Shadow of Death didn't draw his sword, but merely leaped backward, striking out with a palm in mid-air.

When masters clash, life and death are decided in a split second.

A dire premonition of instant death warned him in advance, with a miniaturized version of himself screaming in deep within his mind.

Valentina immediately retreated, her silhouette flashing just as she vacated the so-called position.

Bang!

With a thunderous boom, the ground displayed a massive handprint-shaped depression, spreading spider-web cracks nearby, like a giant had slapped down, leaving a mark several meters long and wide.

The sword was already pressed against the Shadow of Death's arm, held in reverse; when drawn, it made no sound, the cold steel engulfing all noise, transforming into a shadow stabbing at the throat.

The iron spine resonated, the cold edge drank blood.

The killing intent was so intense that the scent of rust from a forest of bodies and a sea of blood erupted, turning the air into a graveyard of swords.

In close quarters, both swords trembled simultaneously.

The Shadow of Death had a vicious smile on his face, while Valentina's left arm was soaked in blood, dripping from her fingertips onto the ground.

Bang!

Another empty palm struck out.

The next moment, the edge of the training ground began to collapse, cracking open to form a dreadful handprint several meters long and wide.

But the Shadow of Death had intentionally skewed the blow, aiming over Valentina's shoulder.

The fierce wind left her hair disheveled.

"Have you realized the gap between us? Your teacher is a beggar not only in the Western Continent but also a filthy beggar in the Far East."

The Shadow of Death aimed to force the Sword King to intervene; he had no intent to kill this woman but rather hoped to sever her tendons, much more useful.

But this completely ignited Valentina's fury.

The green blade slashed through the night, the sharp sword exhaling cold.

But the unparalleled Qi Sect Secret Power surged up the Shadow of Death's hands, seemingly bolstered by Heavenly Gang Strong Qi.

The Shadow of Death didn't even use a weapon, blocking Valentina's attack with a hand blade directly.

The sword moves were chaotic, the winds danced rapidly.

Yet the clanging sound was incessant, as the Shadow of Death used only a hand blade to deflect sparks, wreaking havoc on Valentina's weapon crafted by Court Alchemy, reducing it to fragments.

It was not a battle but a complete crush and mockery; the two weren't even on the same level.

Though Valentina appeared as an ordinary swordsman, the oppressive power of the legendary assassin from the Far East, the Shadow of Death, was terrifyingly unmatched, making it impossible to believe her fighting into the top sixteen was anything but child's play; under absolute suppression by the master, all actions were halted, appearing utterly powerless.

Just as the Shadow of Death said.

The Continent Martial Arts Competition gradually evolved into a venue for commercial behavior and political maneuvering, causing Aran Sword King to decline special invitations from the hosts in recent years.

But as for a chief disciple's performance, there was no way he wouldn't come to watch.

Having returned to the roots, parents not watching their child's matches would lead to disappointment in the child.

"This ends here! I'm going to turn you into a cripple!"

The Shadow of Death's face contorted, determined to wash all the Western Continent's masters in blood!

The sword wind cut ears, iron scraps flecked skin, the sword song pierced through the air.

He vibrated the blade with a hum, hacking towards her tendons; in an instant, a chilling gleam engulfed the space, leaving no path for retreat nor escape, with sword energy surging in all directions and light shadows flickering.

The brutal omen of death instantly skyrocketed, engulfing all of Valentina's mind!

Just as he expected.

The Sword King would not sit idly by, and indeed, Valentina was no match for this individual.

All his disciples practiced the method of capturing the trajectory of all things with subtle fluctuations.

And the Sword King, having roamed the vast world and sought out the expert within, no longer restricted himself to just Sword Dao, Qi Sect, Magic, or Spell...

This kind of cheating method.

In the whole world, only the Sword King could openly cheat at the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

The breeze guided Valentina; it was the slightest tremor, imperceptible to others, in the wind.

But Valentina captured it, having trained blindfolded on the Sword Platform millions of times, completely following the guidance of the Sword King in delivering her moves.

It was tantamount to the Sword King, hidden among countless spectators, temporarily commandeering Valentina's body, engaging the Shadow of Death head-on!

Discernment!

Penetration!

A cunning sword move that made one's scalp tingle, the most precise unloading, reaching the pinnacle of leveraging forces under the conditions where physical capabilities cannot be surpassed.

Valentina spun around with a backslash, the sword flowers blooming chaotically, the blade glint rubbing against another.

The Qi Sect Secret Power reversed and backfired, propelling the Shadow of Death several meters back, his knuckles pale.

And the woman he had completely suppressed a second ago was now fighting with closed eyes.

"Now that's more like it! Worthy of being bloodwashed by me!"

The Shadow of Death's long black hair fluttered without wind, his sword in hand emitted an unusual hum, as chaotic airflow began to emanate around him, raising dust waves in patterned oscillations.

A terrifying aura exploded in full force.

The Shadow of Death...

It implies.

Once you find him, certain death is inevitable.

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