Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 470

In the afternoon, the martial arts ceremony was still going on. The audience, like devout believers, still stayed in their respective seats and watched. The enthusiasm revealed in their eyes was not dampened by the bad weather at all.

It was raining heavily, and raindrops as big as beans poured down from the sky like thousands of troops galloping past, hitting the ground with crackling sounds and splashing huge water flowers.

The overwhelming rain curtain was like surging waves, hitting the martial arts field one after another.

A strong wind also raged at this time, whistling through the stands, making the audience's clothes rustle and their hair fly in the wind.

However, the audience seemed unaware of all this, their eyes were fixed on the ring, which was the focus of their attention.

Some spectators covered their foreheads with their hands, trying to block the falling raindrops, just to see the game scene more clearly.

Some simply let the rain wet their whole bodies. On their faces soaked by the rain, it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears of excitement.

Their bodies leaned forward slightly, as if they were trying to shorten the distance between them and the ring, not wanting to miss any exciting moments.

The rainstorm was still pouring down mercilessly, and the entire training ground was shrouded in a white curtain of rain.

At this moment, Ren walked onto the ring with steady steps. His black clothes fluttered violently in the strong wind. The rain flowed down his hair and face, but it could not dilute the complicated look in his eyes.

The audience below the stage fell silent instantly. Everyone held their breath and stared at the ring.

They knew that this duel was unusual. The entanglement between the Blade and the Mirror Style had long become a legend among people, and now, the two of them stood opposite each other on the stage of this martial arts ceremony.

"Is that man Blade? The reward is 8.13 billion?" An audience member said with eyes wide open and a look of astonishment on his face. His voice seemed particularly abrupt in the noisy crowd, like a stone suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

When the audience around heard this, they were stunned at first, and then they all turned their eyes to the mysterious and stern figure on the stage.

The audience member who was speaking was a young man who had just stepped into this vast universe. Most of his knowledge of various legendary figures came from rumors in taverns and bounty lists.

His young face flushed slightly with excitement and nervousness, and his rain-soaked hair stuck to his forehead, but he didn't care at all.

His eyes were fixed on Ren, with a light of disbelief in them, as if he couldn't believe that he could actually see this legendary figure with a huge bounty on his head with his own eyes.

An old man nearby frowned slightly when he heard his words, with a complicated look in his eyes. He patted the young audience on the shoulder and said, "Yes, it's him. This Blade is not an ordinary person. The reward of 8.13 billion is not a random offer. There are countless thrilling stories behind it." The old man's voice was steady after experiencing vicissitudes of life, but it could not hide a hint of awe in it.

Other spectators around also began to talk.

"Eight billion one hundred and thirty million! One must have done something truly earth-shattering to earn such a high reward." A man who looked like a businessman exclaimed. As he spoke, he stroked his carefully trimmed beard with his hand, his eyes flashing with fantasies of wealth and adventure.

"Humph, this kind of person is a dangerous person. No matter how much the reward is, he should be arrested."

One man clenched his fists, his eyes revealing his dedication to justice and his resentment towards wanted criminals like Blade. His hand unconsciously rested on the weapon at his waist, as if he would rush forward to subdue Blade if he had the chance.

"Don't underestimate him. It's not easy to catch someone with such a high bounty. Maybe we can see an unprecedented exciting battle today."

On the stage, Ren seemed oblivious to the discussions in the audience.

He still stood there quietly, his clothes rustling in the storm, the rain running down his cheeks, but it could not dilute his cold temperament.

His eyes were deep and calm, like a bottomless lake, he just stared at his opponent quietly,

Ren slowly walked towards Jingliu and stopped a few steps away from her. The rain formed a hazy mist between them, which seemed to add a touch of mystery to this encounter.

Ren silently took out something from his arms - it was the repaired fragment of the Disintegration Sword. After careful restoration, the Disintegration Sword regained its former glory, and the patterns on the sword flashed a faint but firm light in the rain.

Ren's hands were trembling slightly. He gently handed the Zhili Sword to Jingliu and said, "It originally belonged to you." His voice was low, but it was clearly heard by everyone in the storm. Those few simple words carried countless memories, pains and hopes between them.

Jingliu looked at the sword in Ren's hand, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her hand, took the Zhili Sword, and gently stroked the sword with her fingers, as if she was talking to an old friend she had not seen for a long time.

"Thank you." She said softly, with a hint of sob in her voice. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the heavy rain and strong wind around them seemed to become their background.

After a brief silence, the two men tightened their weapons at the same time, and their eyes became firm again.

The battle was about to break out, Jingliu took the lead. She swung the Zhili Sword, and a sharp sword energy cut through the rain curtain and whistled towards the blade.

Wherever the sword energy passed, the raindrops were instantly cut apart, forming a short vacuum channel.

Ren's eyes flashed, he dodged to the side and easily avoided the attack, his figure shuttled through the rain like a ghost, and instantly came to Jingliu's side, stabbing at Jingliu with the sword in his hand.

Jingliu was prepared. She turned around, and the sword of the broken sword and the sword of the blade collided with each other, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

The sound was particularly clear amid the roar of the rainstorm. Sparks flew everywhere where the two swords intersected, emitting a brief and brilliant light in the rain.

The moves of the two men were getting faster and faster. The shadows of swords intertwined in the rain and could not be distinguished from each other. Every collision was accompanied by dazzling sparks and deafening sounds. Under the impact of their powerful force, the rain formed irregular water curtains that surrounded them.

Ren's swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, and every sword strike was aimed at Jingliu's vital points. His eyes revealed a kind of determination, while Jingliu used softness to overcome hardness. Her sword moves were like flowing clouds and water, skillfully resolving Ren's attacks while looking for Ren's flaws.

During a fierce confrontation, Blade suddenly increased his strength, and his sword emitted a powerful black light, giving off a strange aura.

He swung his sword fiercely at Jingliu. This sword contained all his strength. The black light was like a ferocious beast, pouncing towards Jingliu.

Mirror Image was hit by this powerful attack and her expression was solemn. She took a deep breath and quickly mobilized every bit of strength in her body, concentrating it all on the Disintegration Sword.

In an instant, the sword shone brightly, and the dazzling white light was like the dawn, illuminating the battlefield shrouded in darkness.

A layer of soft white light surrounded the sword, and the light seemed to have life, flowing slowly.

At this moment, a strange sight occurred.

The sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the heavy rain that was originally pouring down turned into ice and frost in an instant.

The crystal clear frost fluttered down like goose feathers, and each piece contained the powerful force of the mirror flow.

In the blink of an eye, frost swept across the entire battlefield, and wherever it went, everything was covered with a thick layer of ice.

The surrounding rainwater was instantly frozen into sharp ice cones under the influence of the power of ice.

These ice cones were like densely packed sharp arrows, whizzing towards the blade below under Jingliu's control.

They flashed cold lights in the air, carrying biting coldness and powerful impact, shooting towards the blade like a falling meteor.

In an instant, countless ice cones shot at Blade's body like raindrops.

The impact of the ice cone was so strong that it penetrated his body directly. Blood oozed from his wounds, but quickly solidified under the low temperature of the ice. Blade's body was like a broken doll, tottering.

What was astonishing was that Blade's body, which was pierced by the ice cone, began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh and blood at the wound seemed to have self-awareness and squirmed rapidly, and new tissue and skin grew under the reflection of the ice.

However, Jingliu was very surprised. Wasn't Ren's demonic body cured?

Is it possible that there is still flesh and blood in his body?

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