1009 Number One in Sword Dao, Competing with the Strongest
100 steps, 100 battle platforms.

The sword light in Han Muye’s hand was extremely sharp.

None of the puppets in front of him could stop him even for a moment.

By the time he reached the 100th battle platform, he was already among the top 10 powerful contenders to have reached this place.

“As expected, Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic is really the ninth expert in the world.”

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On the meteorite, a Daoist in a green robe and a green-skinned calabash hanging from his waist looked at Han Muye and said softly.

“It seems that it’s more than just being the ninth best in the world. Minister Han can surpass 100 battle platforms within 10 breaths.” A person’s eyes gleamed with brightness as they murmured softly.

Apart from the Endless Heavenly Venerable, who hasn’t found it increasingly difficult on the battle platform?

Han Muye’s speed in stepping onto the 100th battle platform was truly astonishing.

“The other cultivators are all comprehending the puppets’ techniques on the fighting ring. Otherwise, they shouldn’t be slow,” another cultivator from the Upper Heaven Region said.

He looked at the Daoist who had passed through more than 130 battle platforms, a hint of complexity appearing on his face.

The other Heavenly Venerable experts have already reached beyond the 150th battle platform.

No one knows how long it will take for Han Muye to catch up to this person.

“After the 100 battle platforms, the puppet combat techniques are different. They will draw inspiration from the challengers—” The old man’s words came to a halt.

How could Han Muye learn how to pass through a hundred battle platforms?

Everyone looked at Han Muye, watching him take a step forward.

“Boom!”

A long sword appeared directly above Han Muye’s head.

On the 101st battle platform, the puppet had not fully transformed when a sword was already thrust out.

This strike was exactly the same as the sword light Han Muye had used previously!

Such a sword technique could be said to be profound!

How could Han Muye deal with such a strike himself?

Whether it was the experts from the upper Heavenly Domain or the experts from other domains, they were all staring at Han Muye.

By the time Han Muye landed on the battle platform, a sword had already been thrust out in advance.

This sword was faster and more perilous than the puppet’s sword.

The blade pierced directly through the puppet’s armpit, impaling its body.

“Bang!”

The puppet’s body exploded, dissipating into clouds and mist.

As long as he was faster, he would become stronger.

It was as simple as that.

“Previously, Prime Minister Han held back too much with his sword.” A Daoist with a pale face whispered, gripping a long sword in his hand.

He tightened his grip on the sword hilt, and his eyes emitted a bright halo.

“Slash—”

He unsheathed his sword and thrust it out.

“No, this sword is too slow. Han Xiang’s previous strike was not from this angle…”

His eyes were fixed on Han Muye, who had already stepped onto the hundred and second battle platform.

As Han Muye set foot on the platform, the sword in his hand was no different from before, and the sword light flashed as he thrust it straight ahead.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it…”

The swordsman tightly gripped his sword, his sword intent solidifying. His eyes focused intently as he thrust out a sword.

“Boom!”

On the battle platform, the puppet in front of Han Muye shattered before the sword in the puppet’s hand could pierce him. Han Muye thrust his sword through the puppet’s body.

“Slash—”

Outside the battle platform, the swordsman unleashed a sword strike, and in the vast void ahead, a beam of sword light tore through, leaving behind a brilliant and dark sword mark.

Everyone on the meteorite turned their heads and looked at the swordsman who held a sword with a smile on his face.

“So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is!”

The sword cultivator smiled, sheathed his sword slowly, closed his eyes, and the sword intent on his body grew even stronger.

He comprehended it just like that?

Many people looked envious.

Those who had come here were all defeated experts, the strongest in this realm.

Their cultivation and swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle that they could pursue and their innate talent could reach. Further progress would be extremely difficult, requiring opportunities.

Or rather, a great opportunity.

Today, this master of the sage realm in sword cultivation unexpectedly gained inspiration and enlightenment while observing Han Muye’s sword strike. Who wouldn’t wish for such an opportunity?

Unconsciously, many people cast their gaze upon Han Muye, hoping that the next one to gain an opportunity and enlightenment would be themselves.

Moreover, upon closer observation, many people discovered the difference between Han Muye and the other challengers.

Han Muye passed three trials and crossed three battle platforms, and he used only one sword.
With each battle platform, the speed of his sword strike increased.

Every strike hit before the puppet’s sword could reach him.

Although it was risky, this level of control was truly breathtaking.

A hair’s breadth difference could span an immeasurable distance.

“Boom!”

An old man in a green and gray Daoist robe had Dao intent intertwined on his body.

On the meteorite, all the observers turned their heads.

The previously turbid glow in the old man’s eyes had now become clear and bright.

“I have been cultivating for 3,800 years and have entered the realm of the sage. It has been over 139,000 years since then.”

A mighty figure who had stepped into the Sage realm more than 100,000 years ago.

Such a formidable expert likely had numerous trump cards up his sleeve.

“Since becoming a sage and taking control of the sect, my cultivation progress has been slow, and it has been tens of thousands of years without significant breakthroughs.” The Daoist looked at Han Muye advancing onto another battle platform, once again thrusting out his sword. His eyes burst with brilliance.

“I thought that all Sages were the same. It turns out that I was wrong.”

Watching Han Muye’s sword pierce through the puppet, watching the puppet’s sword stop half an inch in front of Han Muye’s body, the Daoist’s face revealed a gentle smile. The intentions in his body transformed into a surge of fighting spirit.

“Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic, ranked ninth in the world, has actually put himself in a life-or-death situation with his attack.”

“To live in the face of death, that is true cultivation!”

To live in the face of death!

On the battle platform, Han Muye left no room for retreat with his sword strikes.

Hearing the Daoist’s words, everyone stared at Han Muye, recalling every swift, ruthless, and accurate sword strike he made from the moment he stepped onto the battle platform until now, leaving no room for himself or the puppets to escape.