Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 169 Competition Of Sword Skill (Part Two)

"Haha!" Amati tittered. "Are you getting scared already?"

Amati burst his sides with laughter as he heard Darren's words, though he tried hard to maintain his image as a learned and refined man. Of course, he would never do something to ruin the image that he took care for many years, especially against a young lad

"You will not kill me because it's a pity? Fight one blow? Is there a loose screw in your head?"

Amati laughed so hard that he nearly wetted himself. He was thinking, “This kid has some guts. How can I be killed by this kid who still has milk on his lips? He will die in my hands."

"You two talked too much! Fuck, fight! Cut the craps.”

"Correct, don't waste the fucking time. Amati, beat him! Kill him in a stroke! I have thirty thousand ink stones on your win!"

The audience were starting to lose their patience. It would be a brilliant match if Amati had more fights after defeating Darren. They were too impatient to continue waiting for Amati to finish the current match. To them, Darren was just another man out of many waiting to be beaten publicly. Despite the crowd's shriek, Darren couldn't help but contemplate a little. His words made sense for himself. He felt Amati was the same level as Jack, so no doubt he would win the match if he exerted his whole power, but it would consume a lot of his energy.

After all, Darren's ultimate goal was to earn enough money to attend the Primitive Stone auction held the next day. A quick fight would suit him best, so he tried to offer it to Amati. But of course, Amati would not sit still.

"Are you downplaying my strength?"

Darren snapped coldly which instantly made the crowd silent. They were distracted in just a snap as an extraordinarily powerful sword intent was released, suppressing Amati.

Amati stopped his laughter the instant Darren released his sword intent which made his face change color. He tried to surpass Darren's power, but it was no good. This time, Darren was now on the lead.

"You, you..."

Amati was lost and speechless. There was a look of incredulity in his eyes as he witnessed Darren's capabilities.

'What is this? Am I seeing things right? He owns blade intent and sword intent at the same time? He is a monster! This is something even I can't do. How could he survive with both blade and sword intent inside his body? Not to mention, he is just a young lad!"

Although Amati was greatly surprised, he restored calm in an instant. “The world is full of wonders. Maybe the lad has found some way to cultivate both blade and sword intent at the same time! Maybe he is not yet experienced with it. But he can really kill me right now with such power, ' Amati thought to convince himself.

"Sorry to offend you. I agree with your proposal. We decide victory in one blow. No killings and torture. Please enlighten me with your advice." Amati cupped his hand in the other one and his voice was quite humble. It was not an easy choice but he knew it was the best one because he had to avoid humiliation, pain, or worst, death.

Jaya was right to the information that Amati gave up to enter the Wonder Realm because he thought he would be more powerful if he could improve his sword intent firstly. The level of his sword intent could have a great significance on his strength after he became a Wonder Realm master. He came to the arena to challenge powerful cultivator for the purpose of comprehending a deeper level of sword intent. It was the best strategy for him as he focused on the most powerful sword intent in this world.

As a swordsman, Amati could not deny that he felt a strong aura of suppression when Darren released his sword intent. With Amati's subtle feeling of the sword intent, he knew at the bottom of his heart that the lad in front of him was higher than himself in sword intent. It was foolish to choose pride when life could be taken away from him in this match.

In addition, it was Amati's dream to play against a master of the sword skill! He would not let this chance pass by, nor let this chance become his end. A one-blow fight was favorable for him either. "Please, bro," he said pleading. A raging tension immediately vanished as the two finally agreed. As a sign of agreement, Amati made a gesture to invite Darren to deliver stroke.

Urged by his spiritual sense, Darren took out the Purple Thundering Sword from the Space Ring and held it in his hand. The sword core in his elixir field began to spin, the sword intent inside his body was also surging through his veins. Everyone was awed, some left their mouths hanging. Even Amati, who was known as a man who gave up entering Wonder Realm, couldn't hide his astonishment.

"Such a strong aura of sword intent. So this is his real power? How feisty," Amati muttered to himself.

It was a match worthy of his participation. He never expected to encounter such a master of swordsmanship! This was the best opportunity he had! Who cared if he lost when he could learn a lot and improve in this match?

On the other hand, Darren dispatched his sword intent and shot at Amati with lightning speed. There was no room for him to hesitate. The fight should end quickly with less casualties.

The audience was lost that they could not perceive clearly what was going on with the fight. Darren's attack was too eye-blindingly strong, and his shot was such as an unparalleled stroke, with grace and fierceness in it.

The sword shadows and intent flew all over the sky, creating a murderous atmosphere. No one could utter a word. Everyone felt as if a sharp blade edge had pushed against his throat; the aura was horribly powerful.

"Downpour Swordsmanship!"

Avoiding intimidation, Amati also made a move. Even though he knew from the start what the result would be, he would still fight for his image as a refined, powerful swordsman who had reached the middle level of the preliminary sword intent. Endless sword intent released from his soft sword dashing at Darren.

“The speed of his sword is very fast! I could barely dodge it if it weren't for my capabilities. It's completely above the level of my Profound Nine Sword Skills! What a relief that I suggested a one- blow match, *

Darren thought here and now as he fought and assessed Amati's strength. It wasn't an easy match for him either.

"But I still have a trick in my hands. We will see who is faster!"

Darren used his spiritual sense and used the Wind Rule. His figure completely vanished among the endless sword intent, not leaving a single trace.

Silence fell over the Prison Battle Arena once again. Everyone was blank-faced, waiting for the result of the collision of the extraordinary powerful sword intent. Was the match already over? Was Darren defeated? Everyone was left hanging and gasping in suspense. Holding their breath, they waited, even without a blink.