Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 578: Dan-Fire Secret Art

Chapter 578: Dan-Fire Secret Art

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"Isn't it a little early to say 'I yield' now?"

"Isn't there a possibility that I haven't even used my full strength yet?"

Wang Haotian lowered his head; hair fell over his face in a shadow that hid his eyes. True Essence surged around him as if he were drawing breath and regulating his energy.

Several Xuanhe Gate disciples who knew him well understood immediately.

Their senior brother was about to unleash his big move for real!

"Ah… that move? The one the sect leader refused to teach us!"

"It seems so. The sect leader said our talent wasn't enough to learn that move… Senior Brother's talent is formidable; using that move will surely be devastating!"

"No."

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"Your swordsmanship is superb; I admire it," Wang Haotian's voice was low and hoarse. "However, I still have one more move. Please advise me, Senior Li."

From his dantian, a strange power was quietly surging.

Others burned vital essence.

He burned his dantian.

It was undeniably dangerous, but the sect leader had said she would repair his dantian afterward.

If it could be repaired, then this divine art was a killing move!

Li Qingran's brows furrowed slightly; she felt that something about him was off.

But on the duel stage, there was no time for lingering thoughts.

Wang Haotian slowly raised his head, a glint of ferocity flashing through his eyes.

"Xuanhe Gate secret art, Dan-Fire Secret Art!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Haotian threw his head back and roared. True Essence around him began to explode outward, his momentum like a rainbow.

The True Essence unleashed by his dantian ran rampant, condensing into a heavy armor of thunder and lightning around his body, making him look like a monstrous man entirely formed of condensed lightning.

But the observant could easily see that Wang Haotian's hair and skin were whitening and aging visibly fast.

Chen Huaian stood in the crowd with a grave expression.

Wang Haotian was actually burning his dantian—how was that different from self-detonation?

One was an instantaneous eruption; the other was a gradual burn.

Master Yuyao truly didn't treat these disciples as human…

At this moment Wang Haotian's aura had already reached Nascent Soul consummation.

Chen Huaian stepped forward two paces, prepared to intervene.

Under these circumstances, he could no longer guarantee that Li Qingran would be able to handle Wang Haotian one hundred percent.

If he stepped in now to suppress Wang Haotian, no one could accuse him.

After all, what Wang Haotian was doing was cheating; employing secret arts in a sect duel was against the rules!

However, just as he was about to act, as if by telepathy, Li Qingran looked over in his direction.

She shook her head slightly.

Though she said nothing.

From Li Qingran's eyes and expression, Chen Huaian knew what she meant: she could handle it.

"Should I trust her…?"

Chen Huaian glanced at the system interface flashing a bright one hundred percent and put his unease aside for the moment.

He knew this battle would thoroughly cement Li Qingran's position; the world would learn that she, with mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, had become the leader of Moon Shadow Sect not purely because of backing—she had real talent and potential to match.

If it was Li Qingran's request,

then as her dao companion and master, of course he supported her!

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Encased in the thunder-and-light armor, Wang Haotian looked like the descent of a thunder god; every step left scorched footprints on the duel stage.

His spear no longer mattered.

Now, refined by massive thunder True Essence, his iron fists were the finest magical implements!

"Li Qingran! Taste death!"

He clenched both fists; thunder condensed into substance between them.

The next moment he struck with full force, his fists forming two thunder-punch phantoms smashing toward Li Qingran.

The air tore with a shriek.

Li Qingran lightly tapped on her toes, her figure drifting away like willow fluff. Her long sword traced a blossom of sword light.

"Riding wind and breaking waves there will be a time; set the sails straight and cross the vast sea!"

She murmured, sword light surging like ocean waves, layer upon layer sweeping toward Wang Haotian.

Each sword qi carried a sharp rushing cry, as if it could really split a thousand-mile tempest.

Yet after burning his dantian, Wang Haotian's strength skyrocketed. Cloaked in thunder armor, he forcefully surged through the sword waves; his fists accompanied by thunder struck straight at Li Qingran's face.

Li Qingran's pupils constricted; she swung her long sword in a blur. Countless sword shadows condensed into a silver-white sword curtain in front of her.

"One man guards the pass, ten thousand cannot break through!"

Sword Form Five, One Sword Guards the Pass.

Although compared to Chen Huaian's mastery of One Sword Guards the Pass, Li Qingran's proficiency still lacked, she was already thirty percent of the way there!

Boom—!

The thunder punch slammed into the sword curtain, producing a deafening clash.

The sword curtain trembled violently, fine cracks appearing, but it nonetheless blocked the ferocious blow.

Wang Haotian sneered, pressed his palms together, and thunder condensed into a skull-sized thunderball in his hands.

"Such a mere sword curtain, yet you dare block thunder? Break it for me!"

The thunderball shot forward, rapidly expanding in midair. In the blink of an eye it reached the size of a circular table, carrying world-destroying power as it thundered toward the sword curtain.

Crack—

The sword curtain finally could not hold and shattered inch by inch.

Li Qingran was blasted backward by the aftershock for several dozen paces, only stabilizing by lightly touching her toes on the stage's edge.

She breathed slightly, and a cold light came into her eyes as she looked at Wang Haotian.

This man, reckless about life and death for the sake of victory, didn't care whether his dantian would collapse completely.

He had been utterly driven mad by worldly desire.

For someone like that, mercy was no longer necessary…

"Hahaha! Li Qingran, leader of Moon Shadow Sect? You're only this much!" Wang Haotian laughed wildly; the thunder armor on his body burned hotter. "Eat this blow—Ten Thousand Thunder Strikes! Let you taste the flavor of Heavenly Tribulation!"

He spread his arms; thunder True Essence shot skyward, stirring up rolling black clouds.

The next moment countless bolts of lightning descended from the heavens, engulfing the entire duel stage in a storm of thunder.

Li Qingran flickered between the lightning gaps, but no matter how fast her footwork, several bolts still struck her. Fortunately, she had a protective magical item given by Chen Huaian, so the thunder caused her no real injury—only left her a bit disheveled.

The Moon Shadow Sect disciples watching below held their breath.

"Leader Li…"

"What do we do? That Wang Haotian is already at Nascent Soul consummation!"

"Using secret arts in a sect duel—this is outrageous!"

Xuanhe Gate's disciples paid no heed to the surrounding jeers and accusations.

As long as they could win, that was all that mattered.

Their sect leader had taught them that all things in the world are judged by victors; the winner defines right and wrong and writes the rules.

If Wang Haotian won, what they would say about it outside would be up to them.

Yet at that moment, Li Qingran suddenly stopped evading within the sea of lightning.

Or rather, her figure seemed motionless while actually drifting subtly, and not a single bolt could strike her.

She slowly closed her eyes, letting the thunder roar around her.

At this extreme moment, she had entered some sort of empty, luminous state of sudden comprehension!

"Qingran, the true essence of the sword path is not in the flamboyance of moves, but in the clarity of mind."

"When you face a desperate situation, don't be trapped by external things; use your heart to feel the sword's true meaning."

"Remember, the swordsman is the heart. If the heart is pure, the sword will be invincible."

Her master's gentle voice echoed in her ears, and Li Qingran's mindset gradually calmed.

She recalled those dusks when she practiced with her master.

She recalled the warmth of her master's palm when he taught her sword moves hand by hand.

She recalled the trust and expectation in her master's eyes.

"Master..."

Li Qingran's mouth curved into a soft, intoxicating smile; her pretty face flushed a little.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck straight down, about to hit the top of her head!

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