Master Fan's Weapon

The sacred platform of Grudge exuded an aura of solemnity, and warriors usually approached it with reverence. However, when Wang Jun often laughed, he first pulled a booger and then combed his hair, completely subverting their expectations!

"Ah!" 

Wei Yi growled in frustration. He had intended to unleash a powerful attack, but here he was combing his hair!

What was this? It was the epitome of self-disregard!

He couldn't take it anymore!

"Swish!"

Elder Wei stepped forward in a fit of rage, his fists locked onto the condensed energy mass, his face twisted to the extreme. 

"Die!"

"Whoosh!"

Both fists came together with a formidable and icy demeanor.

The warriors closest to the grudge platform recoiled in fear, trying to avoid being caught in the shockwaves.

"Too terrifying!"

"This power is at least over 2,500 pounds!"

"Even a fierce beast on par with a Foundation establishment realm wouldn't be able withstand this!"

Everyone was astounded!

However, when they glanced at Wang Jun and smiled, they noticed that after his little grooming session, he calmly attached the wooden comb to his belt.

Elder Wei had arrived with overwhelming force, but Wang Jun smiled seemed completely unperturbed.

Brother, you're quite composed!

"Swish!"

At that moment, Wang Jun smiled and raised his hands, adopting a welcoming posture for the incoming fist.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder, was Jun's head about to make a move?

"Boom!"

The deafening roar echoed through the area, and there was a slight tremor in the ground.

Warriors from various factions looked up, facing the rushing airwaves, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

On the grudge platform, Wang Jun often smiled and remained in place. His upturned palms caught Wei Yi's furious fists, and his expression still held that mocking smile.

"No!"

"Can this even be real?"

"Has his Iron Cloth and Iron Shirt technique reached the highest level of quality?!"

Everyone was left utterly astonished.

Wei Yi, filled with anger, maintained his posture of relentless bombardment, but he couldn't utter a word, his face showing disbelief.

Having unleashed the Brilliant Golden Stone Fist, Wei Yi believed it to be his most potent attack at the moment, and yet it had been effortlessly countered.

In that moment, Elder Wei's heart felt as though it had been shattered.

"Hey," 

Wang Jun often laughed and said, "Is there any other trick up your sleeve?"

"Whoosh!"

Elder Wei panted heavily, his face turning pale.

"Elder Wei is exhausted!"

"Even though high-grade martial arts are powerful, they also consume a significant amount of spiritual energy!"

"Before that wild barrage, he used up a lot, and now with the boxing, he must be utterly drained."

Uh...

"Exhausted?"

Elder Wei stepped back a few paces, lowered his head to hide his face, and burst into a hearty, almost manic laugh.

Laughter again?

The crowd was taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

"Boy!" 

Elder Wei slowly raised his head, one hand extended ominously, and he said, "Do you think I only possess martial skills?"

"Whoosh!"

A massive sword materialized seemingly out of thin air.

Clearly, he had summoned his weapon from a spatial ring.

"Boom!"

The sword landed on the ground with a heavy thud, causing the stone platform to quiver.

"This sword is massive!"

"Look at that, the word 'Fan' is engraved on the blade. It's a weapon forged by Master Fan!"

Everyone exclaimed.

Master Fan was the foremost weapon smith in the Starfall Continent. He had crafted thousands of weapons in his lifetime, and each one was considered a treasure by mainland cultivators.

"Swish!"

Wei Yi lifted the sword flatly, slowly wiping it with his sleeve, and proudly stated, "This sword was purchased by Wei at great expense, and it's always been my cherished possession. Today, it's being unveiled before an audience for the first time."

Wang Jun often pointed at the sword with a grin and remarked, "There's a noticeable flaw on the blade. At first glance, it seems to be a defective piece."

Wei Yi roared angrily, "Even if it's a Master Fan's weapon with a flaw, it's still incredibly valuable. Don't use words like 'defective' to insult it!"

Wang Jun often laughed silently. Was he really that angry just because he spoke the truth?

He couldn't quite comprehend. In the Starfall Continent, weapons held great importance for warriors. Master Fan's weapons were especially revered, and they couldn't tolerate even the slightest disrespect.

"Boy," 

Wei Yi glared sternly, "Today, I'll use your blood to christen my Golden Dragon Sword!"

"Oh," 

Wang Jun often smiled and nonchalantly picked his nostrils.

Elder Wei's pride had taken another severe blow. He clenched the Golden Dragon Sword, and in a deep voice, he said, "Unbearable, simply unbearable..."

"Whoosh!"

Powerful spiritual energy surged, enveloping the Golden Dragon Sword, and a palpable aura filled the area instantly.

"Elder Wei is preparing to strike!"

"That sword should be of the highest grade, infused with the warrior's spiritual power. It should make short work of the opponent!"

" Jun's head is in danger!"

Uh...

"Swish!"

Wei Yi brandished his sword, prompting Wang Jun to coldly say, "Show your weapon!"

Using weapons against an unarmed opponent was against the platform's rules and would lead to ridicule and scorn.

"Just a little exhibition," 

Wang Jun often laughed, "let's settle this with fists, no need for knives and guns."

"...," Wei Yi's mouth twitched.

Wang Jun often smirked. He knew that Wei Yi resorted to his sword because he couldn't handle him with fists.

"Less talk!"

Wei Yi was furious, nearly growling, "Show your weapon and face me!"

He was seething, feeling wronged, and determined to defeat the Solid Strike faction's leader.

"Alright."

Wang Jun often raised his hand with a smile.

"Clang!"

Lu Yan unsheathed her sword.

Wang Jun often shook his head with a grin, saying, "I have a sword."

"Do you have a sword?"

Lu Yan looked puzzled.

"Swish!"

Wang Jun often laughed as he produced a sword out of thin air. The scabbard was adorned with two beads that emitted a brilliant blue light in the sun.

Lu Yan remarked solemnly, "This sword is extraordinary!"

"Ha," Wei Yi scornfully replied, "A sword is a weapon for killing enemies; the gems inlaid on it are nothing but ornaments."

The warriors from various factions nodded in agreement. While the sword appeared sharp and the scabbard was beautifully decorated, it seemed more suited for literary figures to display elegance.

"You show your weapon, I'll show you a knife!"

Elder Wei gripped the knife handle in anger, channeling the last of his aura into the blade, which immediately radiated a thicker aura.

"Desert Knife!" 

Wei Yi coldly yelled. His arms turned blue, and he raised the Jin Long sword high, then swung it down fiercely towards Wang Jun with a smile.

The warriors from various factions watched in awe as a two-meter-long blade of energy shot close to the ground.

"KaKaKa——" 

Everywhere it passed, the ground's slate was left with deep dents.

"His!" Gasps of amazement filled the air. Elder Wei not only possessed a knife crafted by Master Fan but also wielded a unique knife technique. This strike seemed capable of crushing even a warrior directly!

But in the next second, they shifted their attention to Wang Jun. How would he face this powerful attack? Would he continue relying on the Admiralty Iron Shirt for defense?

"Clang!"

Wang Jun swiftly drew his sword from its sheath.

"Swish! "

"Swish! "

"Swish!"

He executed nine consecutive sword techniques, from the first to the ninth style, each wave-like strike flowing seamlessly into the next.

"Whoo!"

The eighth wave gathered and transformed into a sword qi attack. The whole process, from drawing the sword to unleashing the attack, happened in the blink of an eye.

Before the spectators could fully comprehend the converged sword qi, it collided head-on with the formidable knife energy.

"Bang!"

The knife energy was directly cleaved apart, and the sword qi continued its unstoppable path toward Wei Yi!

"This…"

The martial artists from various factions watched in disbelief.

"Not good!"

Wei Yi furiously crossed the Golden dragon sword in front of him.

"Bang!"

The sword qi struck the blade, and disaster followed.

"Click-"

In an instant, Master Fan's meticulously crafted Golden dragon sword shattered right before everyone's eyes.

Simultaneously, as the shattered blade flew past, Wei Yi had met his doom. The divine sword descended with devastating force, severing his right arm, which flew out and landed on a three-meter-wide stone slab at the platform's edge. The detached hand naturally released its grip, and the golden dragon knife handle fell in the right direction.

"Ahhh!"

A gut-wrenching scream echoed from the grievance platform...