Legend of Swordsman

Chapter 6094: Defeat Him

A Universe Master at the Seventh Tribulation level could unleash a divine power of up to twenty million.

If it weren’t for the limitations of the Northern Spacetime, it could be even stronger.

“This Broly is really tough. Despite such intense attacks, his divine power hasn’t diminished!” Shang couldn’t help but exclaim. “Is the path of transformation he cultivates really that powerful?”

At this moment, the others also realized that despite Broly being continuously beaten, his divine power hadn’t decreased.

On the contrary, it was continually getting stronger.

By now, Wu Zuo’s power had begun to wane.

He had been fighting with all his might for more than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, yet the battle was still unresolved.

This was somewhat unusual.

“Should I go help him?” Wutian, sensing something was amiss, glanced at Zhen Ling, seeking approval from this nominal leader.

Zhen Ling took a deep breath, growing impatient, and waved his hand, signaling, “Go ahead, it’s a good opportunity for you to practice as well!”

“Wait!” Jian Wushuang stopped Wutian from making a move and turned to Zhen Ling, saying, “It’s no use sending more people now.”

This was because Broly’s divine power had changed once again.

It had already matched Wu Zuo’s.

8 million!

And now, it was no longer a one-sided crush.

Broly was counterattacking.

Wu Zuo was even starting to struggle, his divine power steadily decreasing.

He was being surpassed by Broly.

Boom!

Caught off guard, Broly’s punch landed on Wu Zuo’s face, sending him crashing into the mountains.

Climbing out from the frozen, rigid rubble, Wu Zuo felt a pang of panic.

Just moments ago, he could easily dodge Broly’s punches, but now he couldn’t avoid them. Moreover, the power behind those punches surpassed his own.

“Damn it, this lunatic doesn’t have any advanced secret techniques. How can he be this strong?”

He was a direct disciple of the Realm King, having received numerous inheritances and even visited the Realm God Continent.

Among the Seventh Tribulation level, besides Jian Wushuang, no one else could claim to suppress him.

Even Wutian, who had fallen into the Nether Hell, didn’t exert this much pressure on him.

Yet now, facing a junior he once looked down upon, he found himself at a disadvantage. This was a blow to his pride.

“Realm King’s Power!”

He boosted his divine power once more, directly employing the Realm King’s secret technique.

His divine power surged to 9 million.

This was his limit.

Wutian, who had been restrained, couldn’t help but speak up, “Did you know Wu Zuo had another trump card?”

“No!” Jian Wushuang shook his head, then asserted, “Wu Zuo won’t win, neither of you can win!”

“How is that possible?” Wutian didn’t doubt Jian Wushuang’s insight, but he doubted Broly’s capability.

“Nothing is impossible. Broly is a lunatic who can give people infinite fantasies. Just watch!” Jian Wushuang crossed his arms, observing quietly.

When Broly had his second outburst, Jian Wushuang could tell that Broly still had a vast reserve of power within him.

His limit could reach at least 13 million.

Only he and Hu Qing could deal with him.

He was merely giving Wu Zuo face by not stepping in immediately.

However, he kept 30 percent of his Thought energy focused on Broly. If Broly exceeded Wu Zuo’s control, he would intervene at once.

But for now, Wu Zuo hadn’t shown his true strength.

He hadn’t even used the Realm King Fist yet.

But it would happen soon.

Jian Wushuang’s feet sank into the ground as he clenched his fists, his body bursting with a red glow. He shouted, “Realm King Fist!”

With a dragon’s roar, his figure instantly appeared behind Broly, launching a double-fisted strike directly at Broly’s sturdy back.

Boom!

Broly staggered, almost falling, and roared in pain. He turned around and opened his huge mouth, from which a destructive beam shot out.

Unable to dodge in time, Jian Wushuang had to brace himself to withstand the attack.

He pushed through the destructive beam and struck again.

The Realm King Fist continuously pounded Broly’s divine body.

Jian Wushuang was in a complete frenzy.

But in doing so, his divine power was rapidly depleting.

However, Broly’s divine power showed no change.

It neither decreased nor increased.

He was like an indestructible puppet.

No matter how much effort Jian Wushuang put in, it was to no avail.

Bang!

At close range, Jian Wushuang used divine power with one palm to push Broly back thousands

of miles, but his own body weakened.

Even though he wanted to save face, he felt exhausted, almost collapsing.

Looking towards the direction of the Qishen Temple, he gasped and shouted, “Brother Wushuang, quickly… give me some power of all things, I’m almost there!”

“Sigh!” Zhen Ling covered his face, thinking about Jian Wushuang’s earlier boasting and feeling embarrassed.

Jian Wushuang moved and landed on the mountain of the Sword Tomb. He didn’t look at Jian Wushuang, but gazed at Broly in the distance, calmly saying, “Here you go!”

He casually condensed a ball of the power of all things and tossed it to Jian Wushuang below.

Pfft!

Jian Wushuang caught it with his divine body, instantly absorbing it.

His divine power was restored to its peak in an instant.

9 million divine power exploded, and he wanted to strike again.

“Brother Wushuang!” Jian Wushuang finally looked down at Jian Wushuang and shouted,

“It’s better if you don’t come down. If you do, my hands will itch. Why don’t you let me take

over for a bit…”

The clever Jian Wushuang understood Jian Wushuang’s meaning. He was giving him a way

out.

The recent battle had almost made him vomit.

He had long wanted someone to take over.

He asked Jian Wushuang for the power of all things just to have Jian Wushuang help him.

But he was concerned about his pride and couldn’t ask directly.

So he pretended to be low on divine power and asked Jian Wushuang for the power of all

things.

Now that there was an out, he put on an embarrassed expression and sighed, “Only you, anyone else and I wouldn’t give up this credit, but we’re brothers, after all!”

“Then thank you!” Jian Wushuang could only cooperate with Jian Wushuang’s act, pretending

he was taking a great advantage.

Jian Wushuang adjusted his disheveled yellow robe, slowly ascended, and waved to Jian Wushuang, nonchalantly saying, “We’re all on the same side, no need to be so polite. Broly’s barely hanging on, one punch will take him down!”

“Ahem!” Zhen Ling covered his mouth and coughed dryly, even he felt Jian Wushuang was

being too shameless.

Everyone present, even the Universe Masters in the Sixth Tribulation, could see Jian

Wushuang was already outmatched.

Yet he still wanted to save face.

Who was he trying to fool?

Did he think he could deceive Mie Sheng?

Jian Wushuang, however, with a calm expression, returned to the ranks. Fortunately, he didn’t

boast about himself.

Jian Wushuang, who stayed below, agreed with Jian Wushuang’s last sentence.

One move to defeat the opponent.

Broly couldn’t be allowed to grow any further.

Even to preserve Jian Wushuang’s dignity, he had to succeed in one strike.