# Chapter 30: The World's Number One, Void Sword Art!
Two streaks of sword light. One was vast and magnificent, forming a gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful river of swords.
The other was cold and piercing, flashing past in an instant.
Both streaks of sword light were terrifying beyond measure, yet utterly different.
If the River of Swords that Jian Meng'er unleashed was akin to a colossal titan of heaven and earth possessing the power to crush everything, then the cold sword light Jian Wushuang unleashed was like an assassin who had melded into the void, omnipresent—a king of slaughter!
Even if the titan of heaven and earth possessed the power to crush all things, as the king of slaughter, a top-tier assassin—was there any need to compete with it head-on in strength? Of course not.
Shwaa!
The flash of sword light appeared once more, actually bypassing that long, gorgeous river of swords and appearing directly in front of Jian Meng'er. Before Jian Meng'er could even react, the sword light swept past her wrist.
A spray of blood drifted through the air. Clang—the Three Kill Sword fell to the ground.
Jian Wushuang's figure had appeared before Jian Meng'er at some unknown point, his longsword's blade pointed straight at her throat. It finally stopped less than half a centimeter from her neck. At such close range, the coldness of the blade made Jian Meng'er's heart tremble, and her beautiful face turned deathly pale, drained of all color in that instant.
Time itself seemed to come to a complete standstill.
Across the training grounds, everyone widened their eyes, watching the scene on the high platform in disbelief.
"He... he actually won?"
"Jian Meng'er... has lost!"
"Ohhhhhhh!!!!"
The next moment, the entire training ground erupted with a mountain-collapsing, sea-churning roar of shouts and cries of astonishment.
In the stands...
"Impossible!" Shui Hanxin, who had been so composed and absolutely confident in Jian Meng'er, was the first to rise to her feet, her expression at this moment richly varied.
"How is this possible?" Jian Lan was completely stunned, unable to believe that what he was seeing was real.
"Defeated? Jian Meng'er, who used the Great Thousand Sword Art, actually lost?" The several bigwigs in the stands looked at each other, the shock in each other's eyes plainly visible.
One must understand, just moments ago they had all believed Jian Meng'er's victory was assured, that this duel held no suspense whatsoever. Yet the result had delivered a resounding slap to everyone's face.
"The Nameless Sword Art—Jian Wushuang used the Nameless Sword Art!" Jian Xinhong's eyes shot out intense light.
"The Nameless Sword Art?" The people around him all turned to look.
"It is the supreme, number one sword art of my Sword Marquis Manor. Throughout history, only the Manor Masters of the Sword Pavilion have been qualified to comprehend it, and among all the generations of Sword Pavilion Masters, only three have ever truly managed to comprehend this sword art. I never imagined this kid would actually comprehend the Nameless Sword Art? It must have been his father. Yes, his father must have taught it to him." Jian Xinhong was incomparably excited.
His excitement was understandable, after all—the Nameless Sword Art was simply too profound. Comprehending this sword art could be called an inconceivable feat.
"What Nameless Sword Art? Could it possibly compare to the Great Thousand Sword Art of my Heavenly Origin Sword Sect?" Shui Hanxin's face turned cold.
"Shui Hanxin, how ignorant you are. The Great Thousand Sword Art of your Heavenly Origin Sword Sect is indeed impressive, but that doesn't mean no sword art exists that surpasses it. For example, the Nameless Sword Art of the Sword Marquis Manor is stronger than your Great Thousand Sword Art." Bai Chong sneered at Shui Hanxin. "Don't believe me? If you haven't heard of the Nameless Sword Art, then you should have heard of it by its other name—the Void Sword Art."
"The Void Sword Art? The world's number one Void Sword Art?" Shui Hanxin was greatly shocked. "You're saying what Jian Wushuang just used was the Void Sword Art?"
"Indeed." The corner of Bai Chong's mouth curled up as he nodded. "The famous Void Sword Art consists of nine sword forms in total. The three strongest and most terrifying final forms are said to have long since been lost, while the three middle forms are extremely rare and priceless—even your Heavenly Origin Sword Sect would find it very difficult to obtain them without paying an enormous price."
"But the first three forms of the Void Sword Art aren't considered all that precious. Even second-rate powers far weaker than your Heavenly Origin Sword Sect could obtain the manuals for these first three forms, so long as they were willing to pay the price."
"As far as I know, two hundred years ago, the founder of the Sword Marquis Manor—its first Manor Master—paid no small price to obtain the manuals for the first three forms of the Void Sword Art. These three manuals are the Nameless Sword Art!"
"And what Jian Wushuang just unleashed was the first form of the Void Sword Art—Blood Shadow!"
"Blood Shadow?"
Hearing this name, everyone involuntarily recalled that sword strike from moments ago.
A single sword strike, fast as a ghost. The blade fell, drawing up a wisp of drifting red. The drifting red became a shadow—that was Blood Shadow.
"What a terrifying sword strike." The bigwigs in the stands couldn't help but marvel.
"Shui Hanxin, in this battle, that precious disciple of yours has lost!" Bai Chong said bluntly.
Shui Hanxin's face darkened.
Defeated!
She had indeed lost.
On the stage, the longsword in Jian Wushuang's hand still hovered before Jian Meng'er's neck. At this moment, with the slightest push of his palm forward, he could instantly end Jian Meng'er's life.
"Jian Wushuang, are you satisfied now? If you're still not satisfied, then just kill me." Jian Meng'er laughed miserably, her laughter utterly desolate.
Jian Wushuang gave Jian Meng'er a deep look, said nothing, lowered his longsword, then bent down to pick up that malevolent, murderous sword that had fallen to the ground, slowly caressing its blade.
"The Three Kill Sword."
Having reclaimed the Three Kill Sword, a trace of delight flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes. Only then did he raise his head once more to look at Jian Meng'er, his cold, clear words ringing heavily in her ears.
"Two months ago, I already told you—the Sword Pavilion will forever be the Sword Pavilion's Sword Pavilion. It is my father's Sword Pavilion, it is my Sword Pavilion. No one else—no matter who—shall ever lay a finger on it!"
"Whoever dares to touch it, I will cut them down!"
"Everything that has happened today can be blamed on no one else. It is all of your own doing!"
"My own doing?" Jian Meng'er was taken aback. Her face, already drained of all color, grew even paler in that instant. She smiled self-mockingly, her eyes hollow.
But right at that moment...
"Your own doing? What a fine phrase—'your own doing.'"
A majestic and extraordinarily resonant voice abruptly rang out across the training ground. Everyone turned toward the sound, and only then noticed the young man with the stern, cold countenance who had been standing beside Shui Hanxin all along.
This young man also carried a longsword on his back. He had stood quietly at Shui Hanxin's side the entire time, cold and silent, never uttering a single word from start to finish. But at this moment, his eyes suddenly lifted, his figure moved, and with just two simple strides, he appeared directly on the high platform. At the same time, a thunderous roar echoed between heaven and earth.
"Ye Mo of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect! Jian Wushuang, do you dare to fight me!"
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