chsdbacks Chapter 245 One Man Wipes Out a Team, One Sword Shocks the World
Chapter 245 One Man Wipes Out a Team, One Sword Shocks the World
Chapter 245 One Man Wipes Out a Team, One Sword Shocks the World
The global national team competition, the first battle is already the focus!
Great Xia vs. India!
The clash between these two teams, both from the East and possessing a long history and profound martial arts heritage, is inherently exciting.
More importantly, this is the first time in history that a global live broadcast has taken place. The outcome of this opening match will directly affect the morale of countless martial artists, especially martial arts students, in the countries behind the two teams. Its importance is self-evident.
Countless eyes around the world are focused on this through various media platforms.
The light screens of major universities and even the giant projections on the streets are broadcasting the scene inside the arena in real time.
Bocheng, No. 7 Middle School Martial Arts High School.
The entire faculty and students gathered in the auditorium, where a huge light screen displayed spectacular images of the New York Arena.
At this moment, Zhang Haifeng, who had just become the grade director, nervously rubbed his hands together, while the principal stood up and stared intently at the screen.
The new batch of martial arts students held their breath, eagerly anticipating the performance of the genius senior who had graduated from their school.
The capital city, Qingquan Chunhui Hall Martial Arts University.
In the auditorium, Lan Yixiang, Zhang Ziyu, and other members of the previous National University team were prominently displayed, their expressions far more solemn than those of the students.
They were well aware of how tough the Indian team was and the pressure of the opening match.
"Last time, we exposed too much at the beginning—" Lan Yixiang said in a deep voice, "I hope we can stay calm this time."
"With Li Xijun here, there shouldn't be any problems, right?" Zhang Ziyu's tone was uncertain, after all, the opponent was the Indian team, and they would probably expose some of the members' outdoor shooting skills.
Even the composed female vice principal, Lisa, leaned forward slightly, her azure eyes filled with a hint of worry and anticipation.
In Western European countries and the Americas, bars and squares are filled with a cacophony of people eager to see what's going on.
"The betting market is open! Bet the Great Building will collapse within minutes!"
"These Indians' ancient techniques are no joke, keep an eye on them!"
"Great Xia lost face last time, I wonder what will happen this time?"
Inside the arena, the atmosphere of the global martial arts competition was at its most intense.
The Indian National Team was the first to enter the field.
First, five team members at the late stage of the Artistic Realm filed out, immediately causing a commotion in the stands.
The leader was none other than Galawa, a lean young man with a cinnabar mark between his eyebrows. He still had that mocking smile on his lips, and his eyes swept arrogantly over the surroundings.
The four people behind him also possessed extraordinary auras:
A tall, obese giant with skin as black as an iron tower caused the ground to tremble slightly with every step he took, clearly a powerful expert who specialized in physical defense.
A woman with a seductive figure, wearing a veil, and with captivating eyes, exudes a strange spiritual aura.
A gaunt-looking martial artist wielding a strange snake staff exuded a chilling aura;
There was also a young man with his hands clasped together, like an ascetic, his eyes calm and still.
With a full roster of five and a powerful presence, they were a typical strong team, immediately winning cheers from many fans who were optimistic about them.
Even the five Indian reserve players at the mid-stage of the Art of Contemplation who were following behind to bring up the rear became proud.
This immediately drew everyone's attention to the other side of the players' tunnel, as they eagerly awaited the appearance of the Great Xia National Team.
The lights are focused, and the entrance to the passage is dimly lit.
However, one second, two seconds—
The expected team of people from the Great Xia Dynasty did not appear.
A tall, slender figure emerged slowly and deliberately from the shadows of the passageway, walking alone.
He wore the uniform of the Great Xia State team, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, he held a seemingly ancient longsword in his hand, and his face was calm and expressionless, as if he was not here to participate in a world-renowned team battle, but rather to take a walk in his own backyard.
"Li Xijun?"
"What?!"
"What happened? Where are the rest of the Great Xia team?"
"Just him?"
"Are you crazy?! This is a team competition! Our opponent is the Indian team!"
In an instant, the entire arena erupted in uproar, the sound almost lifting the roof off.
The chat on major live streaming platforms exploded instantly!
"???"
"Holy crap?"
"one person?"
"Is Li Xijun going to fight ten of them?!"
"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant!"
"Who does he think he is? A martial saint? This is only the first round!"
"Oh no, oh no! Even if we were holding back, we shouldn't have done this!"
In the auditorium of Bocheng No. 7 Middle School, all the students were dumbfounded.
Director Zhang Haifeng opened his mouth wide, and the principal held his forehead.
Inside the Qingquan Chunhui Hall, Lan Yixiang suddenly stood up: "Huh? This is too reckless!"
Zhang Ziyu covered her mouth, her face filled with disbelief.
Vice Principal Lisa also frowned.
The bars in the Western European countries fell silent for a moment, then erupted into even louder laughter:
"Hahaha! Are the people of Great Xia here to be funny?"
"Is this a direct surrender? Just sending someone up as a formality?"
"I told you they weren't good enough!"
Even the blond president on the podium showed a strange expression and asked in a deep voice through the microphone:
"Great Xia National Government Team, please confirm your number of participants. Team competitions are no joke."
All eyes were on Li Xijun.
Faced with global skepticism, gasps, and ridicule, Li Xijun finally raised her eyes, her gaze calmly fixed on the podium. Her voice, amplified by the venue's loudspeakers, resonated clearly throughout every corner, without the slightest ripple:
"confirm."
"I'm more than enough to deal with this kind of scum."
Boom!
These words were like a match thrown into an oil drum, instantly igniting the atmosphere in the entire room to its peak!
"Arrogant!"
"ignorance!"
"court death!"
The Indian team was completely enraged!
Galawa, the leader, was so angry that his face turned ashen, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He felt that he had been insulted like never before.
He had only been mocking them, but he never expected the other party to take such drastic measures that completely humiliated him!
"Fine, very well! Great Xia people, you will pay the price for your arrogance!" Galava practically gritted his teeth as he said this. "Attack together! Don't give him any chance; I'll make him crawl off this field on his knees!"
"yes!"
The other four Indian team members were also furious, feeling that their national honor had been trampled on.
The five of them instantly unleashed their spiritual power!
Galawa's figure blurred as he rushed out like a ghost, leaving behind afterimages. His fingertips gathered an extremely sharp finger wind, aiming straight for Li Xijun's vitals!
The towering giant roared, his skin gleaming with a metallic sheen, and he charged forward like a heavy tank, his aura terrifying!
The alluring woman's eyes shone with a mesmerizing light, and a powerful mental illusion silently enveloped Li Xijun.
The gaunt martial artist tapped the ground with his snake staff, and streams of cold, poisonous energy shot out from the ground like venomous snakes, coiling around Li Xijun's feet.
The ascetic-like youth clasped his hands together and muttered incantations. A heavy binding force suddenly descended, attempting to suppress Li Xijun's actions.
The five men, enraged, launched a coordinated attack that combined speed, strength, mental agility, venom, and control, instantly setting up a deadly trap.
Even the five reserve team members who were originally meant to hold the line also mobilized their spiritual power and used various techniques to take the opportunity to attack.
This imposing presence caused many viewers to change color, believing that Li Xijun was overconfident and would be defeated in an instant!
However, Li Xijun's eyes remained calm in the face of this overwhelming and near-perfect combined attack.
He didn't even look at the attacks.
He simply raised the longsword in his hand slowly.
Then, facing forward, he simply slashed horizontally with his sword.
"Clang!"
There was no earth-shattering sound, only a chilling, murderous voice that seemed to come from the depths of the underworld!
That was not a single sword light, but seven sword shadows, condensed to the extreme and composed of white-gold killing sword intent, appeared out of thin air and instantly formed an incomparably profound sword formation, completely enveloping the space in front of them!
Within the sword formation, a murderous aura surged, and its sharpness was unparalleled!
That murderous aura was cold and pure, as if it could sever all life force and destroy all laws!
White Tiger Seven Kill Sword Formation!
The seemingly ferocious combined attack of the five Indian players—whether it was ghostly finger winds, steel collisions, mental illusions, sinister auras, or heavy bindings—was annihilated the moment they entered the sword formation, like a hot knife slicing through solidified butter, or like ice and snow under the sun, silently and without a trace!
Not even a ripple was stirred!
"What?!"
Galawa's smile and anger froze instantly, transforming into unparalleled astonishment and disbelief!
The other four Indian team members also had their pupils shrink at the same time, their souls trembling!
However, before they could react or change their tactics...
The sword formation composed of the seven killing sword intents, after annihilating all attacks, did not stop and, as if it had a life of its own, instantly swept past their bodies.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Thump! Thump! ...Thump!
Ten muffled thuds of people falling to the ground rang out almost simultaneously.
All the members of the Indian National Team remained in their forward-charging or spellcasting postures, their eyes frozen in horror, as if all their strength had been instantly drained away, and they collapsed straight onto the field, completely losing consciousness.
They had no wounds on their bodies, and even their clothes were intact, but their spirit, will, and even spiritual power were completely annihilated by that extremely cold killing intent in that instant, leaving them without any fighting ability!
From the moment Li Xijun drew his sword to the complete annihilation of the Indian team, the whole process took only a blink of an eye!
fast!
Extremely fast!
It's so powerful it's suffocating!
The giant arena, which had been deafening and filled with all sorts of noise just moments before, was now completely silent.
You could hear a pin drop!
Whether it was the hundreds of thousands of viewers at the scene or the countless people around the world watching the live broadcast on their screens, they all seemed to have their throats choked, their eyes wide open, their mouths agape, their faces filled with nothing but utter incomprehension and utter shock.
The auditorium of Bocheng No. 7 Middle School was completely silent.
In the activity room of Qingquan Chunhui Hall, Lan Yixiang remained standing, frozen in place.
In bars across the Western European countries, people who were celebrating with their glasses in hand froze, their smiles frozen on their faces.
All the ridicule, doubt, and clamor... came to an abrupt halt!
The referee was stunned for several seconds before he suddenly came to his senses, his voice trembling with disbelief, and announced loudly:
"Victory—the victor! The Great Xia National Government Team!"
The deathly silence was broken only when the sound was amplified and broadcast, replaced by a global uproar of madness and utter chaos!
Li Xijun, having already sheathed his sword as if he had done something insignificant, turned around and, under the gazes of countless eyes filled with shock, fear, and awe, walked slowly back to the contestants' passage alone.
His silhouette was deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people around the world at that moment.
In the opening match, one man, with a sword, crushed the Indian National Team in the blink of an eye!
Li Xijun's name resounds throughout the world in a domineering and undisputed way!
Almost instantly, as he stepped into the corridor, he felt waves of global willpower surging towards him...
"It's out!"
Even though Li Xijun was already mentally prepared, and even though he deliberately created this situation to wipe out the entire Indian National team by himself, it was all for the sake of shocking the world in the opening match and gaining the support of the masses to a great extent.
But at the moment he truly received such immense power of aspiration, he couldn't help but be shaken.
It's enormous!
It was as if a celestial river was pouring down... Streams of extremely high-quality willpower instantly filled Li Xijun's sea of consciousness.