Chapter 234: Chapter 234

"I heard that Ao Ri lost the most important battle at the border, completely overpowered and brutalized by his opponent, not only leading to a disastrous defeat but also bringing shame to our Gray Wolf Kingdom. Such a waste still ranks alongside you as the top genius of the Heavenly Wolf Tribe. This just shows that your talent isn't much better. I even feel humiliated to be compared with you."

Zhao Letian spoke indifferently, if Ao Tian wanted to humiliate him, he would not hesitate to return the favor.

"You're courting death."

Ao Tian was suddenly burning with rage, his True Yuan surging within his body. He ferociously slashed with his blade, its power greatly amplified and carrying a hint of Sword Technique intent as he violently cleaved towards Zhao Letian.

"Sword Technique somewhat accomplished? And you've also grasped Sword Force? I didn't expect you had something hidden, it seems I've underestimated you. You're much stronger than a waste."

Zhao Letian's eyes tightened, showing a bit of solemnity, but he did not dodge, instead choosing to counter the slash with a direct sword strike.

"Ignorant boy, only good with words, this slash will end your martial journey."

Ao Tian spoke coldly, his eyes filled with arrogance. This time, he was going all out, believing that Zhao Letian would definitely not be able to stand against him.

"See clearly who's the ignorant one, Flowing Cloud Sword, Chasing Wind Steps."

Zhao Letian said nonchalantly, before the sword in his hand fell, a tremendous Sword Force suddenly surged upon the blade, and his figure flickered, bringing forth a powerful Wind Force as if a gust of wind swept by, his speed somehow even faster than Ao Tian's.

"First Layer Sword Force? First Layer Wind Force? Not good, retreat."

Ao Tian was suddenly shocked, the Curved Blade that was about to slash out immediately retracted into a defensive pose while he hurriedly executed an Xuan-level Initial Stage Body Technique, retreating backward.

Having grasped the First Layer Sword Force and First Layer Wind Force, Zhao Letian's strength completely suppressed him now; not retreating would mean death.

Blade and sword clashed, a powerful burst of True Yuan erupted, and the Longsword in Zhao Letian's hand directly sent Ao Tian's Curved Blade flying, aiming for Ao Tian's head.

At the critical moment, Ao Tian managed to dodge the fatal blow by turning sideways while his Curved Blade parried, but a bloody gash was drawn across his face.

Zhao Letian didn't give Ao Tian any chance to breathe, striking towards his forehead with a palm.

"Humph, you think it's that easy to kill me?"

Ao Tian snorted coldly, enduring the severe pain on his face, and punched back.

Fist and palm collided, and Ao Tian, who had not learned any boxing Martial Techniques, was directly blown away. The powerful force travelled through his arm and shook his internal organs, causing him to vomit a mouthful of fresh blood.

Ao Tian had no intention of continuing the fight, instead using the momentum of the impact to execute a Body Technique and flee into the distance, not even bothering to pick up the Three-star Curved Blade he had dropped on the ground. The most up‑to‑date version is on *.

Now that the tide of battle had turned, Zhao Letian's strength had surpassed his, and continuing the fight held no chance of victory for him. Escape was the only option.

Even though this was extremely disgraceful, an enormous humiliation for him, but in order to save his own life, he couldn't care about that anymore. He could only wait until he completely mastered the two parts of the Xuan-level Martial Techniques before seeking revenge against Zhao Letian.

"Now it's your speed that can't match mine, where do you think you can escape to?"

Zhao Letian sneered in a teasing manner, first waving his hand grandly to collect the Three-star Curved Blade on the ground, then transforming into a residual shadow, swiftly chasing after Ao Tian with the Three-star Longsword in hand.

In just a moment, Zhao Letian had closed the distance with Ao Tian and unleashed a slash of sword light, striking at Ao Tian.

Despite Ao Tian doing his best to dodge, a deep sword mark was still sliced across his arm, blood flowing freely.

"Damn it! Zhao Zilong, we have no grudges between us. Why must you pursue so relentlessly to kill me?"

Ao Tian continued to flee forward, frowning tightly and speaking with a depressed tone.

Begging Zhao Letian for mercy was enormously humiliating for him, but in order to survive, he had no other choice.

"No grudges? What a joke. Why didn't you say that when you were chasing me earlier? Enough with your nonsense, just accept your death."

Zhao Letian said with a cold laugh, the look in his eyes when facing Ao Tian was filled with avidity – this guy had at least a few dozen Jade Tokens on him. Killing him would mean a small fortune.

"I was wrong before. I apologize to you. Please spare me, and I will give you all the Jade Tokens on me."

Ao Tian gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the humiliation in his heart as he said this, all the while desperately fleeing through the dense forest regardless of the consequences.

"Are apologies useful? I don't need you to give them. After killing you, I can still take everything on you."

Zhao Letian was unperturbed, continuing the pursuit and the kill.

This Ao Tian had previously been very determined to kill him. Zhao Letian wouldn't be naive enough to think that if he let Ao Tian go today, all their grudges would be wiped clean. On the contrary, releasing this Ao Tian would be akin to releasing a tiger back to its mountain. Zhao Letian didn't want to leave himself future troubles and preferred to nip the danger in the bud.

"Zhao Zilong, don't go too far. If you dare to touch me, the Heavenly Wolf Tribe will never let you off, nor will the tribe behind you. You all will die, all of you will be buried with me."

Ao Tian's face was grim as he said coldly, attempting to intimidate Zhao Letian. Since tempting him hadn't worked, he would threaten him instead. The Heavenly Wolf Tribe was the largest tribe in the Gray Wolf Kingdom. Even members of the Royal Family had to give them some face. Ao Tian believed Zhao Letian should know how to weigh his options.

"Threatening me? You might want to guess – if I become the Prince Consort, would the Heavenly Wolf Tribe dare to offend me over a dead man like you, to provoke the Gray Wolf Royal Family?"

Zhao Letian remained unmoved and, while speaking, struck out another sword light aiming at Ao Tian.

"You're being too self-confident. It's not so easy to become the Prince Consort. Even if you get first place in these two assessments, you're only qualified to be a candidate for the Prince Consort. Once you leave here, you will still have to compete with a host of monstrous geniuses. In the end, only he who can win the heart of the Princess and gain the approval of the King can become the Prince Consort of the Gray Wolf Kingdom. Compared to those prodigies, you fall far short."

Ao Tian dodged narrowly as he spoke coldly.

"Don't worry, this title of Prince Consort, I, Zhao, am determined to win. It's just unfortunate that you probably won't be there to see it. Die."

Zhao Letian said indifferently, slashing out yet another sword light.

This strike was incredibly fast, its angle tricky, and its power extremely formidable. If Ao Tian were to be hit, he would not die but would surely be skinned alive.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, an arrow shot from the sky, striking with impeccable accuracy the sword in Zhao Letian's hand. The force was so powerful that it made him stagger, forcing him to stop.

"Xuan-level Initial Stage Arrow Technique?"

Zhao Letian looked up warily, his eyes flashing with caution and a fiery glow.