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#153 - Chapter 153 Second Victory

Qi Jing really wanted to go down and fight him up close, hacking him with ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords.

But reason told him he couldn't. What if this Sandman had some strange skill that could instantly kill him?

Another sand ball flew towards Qi Jing.

Damn it, I'll chop him!

This time, be calm. Don't let Observation Haki fail. How could he possibly hit me?

Dodging this sand ball, he retracted his wings and landed directly on the ground.

Left hand holding the Purple Azure Sword, right hand holding the谪仙伞 sword.

Qi Jing took a deep breath, his figure suddenly erupting with speed, both swords slashing towards Sha Yingui like two bolts of lightning.

The sword's edge made a harsh scratching sound when it came into contact with the Sandman's dust, as if fingernails were scraping a blackboard.

So unpleasant!

A sword swept across, splitting the Sandman in two, but the Sandman seemed completely unaffected, continuing to swing his sandbag fists at Qi Jing.

Too slow! These slow punches don't even require Observation Haki!

Qi Jing sliced off a sand fist, severing its connection to Sha Yingui's main body, but after it fell to the ground, the Sandman grew another fist.

Good, isn't this just a real sandbag?

The corners of Qi Jing's mouth curved up slightly.

A cold light flashed, and the Sandman's newly formed right arm was severed, scattering sand and dust.

Immediately after, he unleashed several more consecutive sword strikes, severing the left arm, left leg, and right leg one by one, leaving the Sandman incomplete once again.

However, the Sandman's elemental form possessed endless regenerative abilities. In just two seconds, his body reformed into a complete human shape, as if the previous injuries had never occurred.

Is that all?

Then I'll keep chopping until your regeneration can't keep up!

One sword, two swords, ten swords, a hundred swords!

The double swords created afterimages in the air, each strike landing on the Sandman's body, hacking him to pieces.

Sand and dust fell in a flurry under the slashing of the sword's edge.

But his body stubbornly continued to reassemble.

Sha Yingui didn't give up. He stirred up sand and dust around him, forming a small sandstorm, trying to stop him.

Qi Jing wasn't afraid at all, his figure weaving through the sandstorm, his double swords dancing faster and faster, each swing reducing the Sandman's height by a fraction.

A dozen seconds later, the Sandman had turned into a bulging sand dune.

Every bulge that appeared was chopped to pieces by Qi Jing.

As the sound of the sword's edge scraping against the sand continued to echo, some of the sand actually hardened into glass shards under the high temperature.

Finally, Sha Yingui gave up on returning to human form, choosing to use a scattered body of sand to maneuver against Qi Jing.

Yellow Sand Diffusion Technique!

Sha Yingui spread every grain of sand that made up his body, covering the entire arena, leaving Qi Jing with nowhere to strike.

This isn't very interesting.

How can I chop this with a sword?

Forget it, I've had my fun, it's time to end the match.

Qi Jing put away the Purple Azure Sword in his left hand, preparing to take out a bottle of water from his space and pour it on the ground.

Just then, a bulge suddenly appeared on the sand dune, and Qi Jing immediately swung his sword to chop it down.

However, Sha Yingui seemed to be prepared, quickly adjusting the shape of the sand dune, causing the bulge to disappear instantly, while a new bulge emerged from another direction.

Qi Jing's eyes narrowed, he knew this was Sha Yingui's last struggle.

Whack-a-mole, huh? I'll play along.

He calmly analyzed the changing patterns of the sand dune, each swing of his sword accurately hitting the bulges.

Suddenly, tiny bulges rose up all over the arena.

In the blink of an eye, Qi Jing shattered the sand dunes around him.

At the same time, those bulges simultaneously fired small sand balls at Qi Jing.

Qi Jing simply dodged and weaved, avoiding this barrage of attacks.

But Sha Yingui took this opportunity to gather most of the sand together, instantly turning into a small sand tornado, charging towards Qi Jing.

Afraid of you? Not a chance!

Haven't you heard that monsters get weaker when they get bigger?

Qi Jing turned the umbrella sword into five meters long, slashing the sand tornado in half, wanting to split it into upper and lower parts.

But the inertia of the rotation allowed it to reconnect, not severing the connection between the two parts.

You've got something, but not much.

Qi Jing took out the Hell Gatling, shooting at the sand tornado while running backwards.

Presumably his source energy can't support it for much longer. I'll just shoot a few rounds for fun.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up to Qi Jing, Sha Yingui focused his main energy on traps.

Every step Qi Jing took landed on his sand, and now his shoe soles were covered in quite a bit of it.

With a thought, Sha Yingui caused the sand under Qi Jing's feet to roll rapidly, with the sand on the soles of his shoes acting as a lubricant.

He wanted to make Qi Jing slip.

But he didn't expect that Qi Jing was wearing "Super Slip-Resistant Sneakers" at this time, and would never "slip".

Qi Jing didn't feel any danger at all, continuing to tease Sha Yingui.

Every two steps he took, he fired a few shots, then stopped to raise his eyebrows at the sand tornado.

Sha Yingui was extremely uncomfortable at this moment. He couldn't catch up, he couldn't make him slip, his source energy was running out, and the most important thing was that this guy was actually provoking him.

I'm not doing this anymore!

In a fit of anger, he returned to human form and shouted, "I concede, I surrender, I'm not fighting anymore!"

After shouting at the sky, Sha Yingui lowered his head and saw that Qi Jing had already come in front of him with his sword, giving him a big fright.

"Holy crap!"

He quickly jumped back a step, his heart rate soaring rapidly.

"The match is over."

"Am I that scary?" Qi Jing asked, holding his sword.

"What do you think?" Sha Yingui clutched his little heart.

Anyone would be startled to see someone holding a sword and preparing to chop them suddenly appear in front of them, okay?

"Not bad."

Seeing him suddenly return to human form, Qi Jing thought he was going to unleash some big move, so he found an opportunity to prepare to strike first, but he didn't expect this guy to just surrender.

Weren't you very arrogant at the beginning? Why do you look like this now?

"Does Qi Jing have any winning remarks?"

Qi Jing's mind went blank and he said, "Next time, you don't need to ask me this question. I will answer it uniformly after winning the championship."

Qi Jing regretted it after speaking.

I'm so arrogant, what's going on?

Is it because I've been reading too many爽文?

"Cool, student Qi, has actually reserved the championship seat. What kind of exciting and intense competition will he bring us next? Let us take a short break and wait and see!"

Then Dongfang Meng grabbed Sha Yingui and threw him into Granny [Bu Cai]'s little house to recover source energy.

What about me?

Me too!

Qi Jing looked at Dongfang Meng sitting on the high platform, hoping she would notice him.

Dongfang Meng saw Qi Jing staring at her on the stage, smiled slightly, and said, "Your source energy is full, right? Why are you still going to recover source energy?"

Her voice was transmitted to Qi Jing's ears through the Divine Sense Channel created by her ability "Divine Thought Incarnation."

Although Qi Jing didn't know how she made him hear it, he could only walk out of the arena helplessly after hearing it.

I should have used more source energy so I could see the top-level ability user Granny [Bu Cai].

That's the second level five ability user after Grandpa Hong.

Next time, there will be a chance.