Chapter 14 Drifting Snow Technique

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In the center of the battlefield, Jackson, who had just broken through to the Misthaven Realm, exuded an overwhelming aura. His eyes were filled with coldness and hatred as he glared at Owen. "Die!" Fueled by hatred, Jackson swung his war blade with immense force. A terrifying blade light formed instantly, slashing toward Owen with overwhelming power. Knowing he couldn't match Owen in technique, Jackson focused on sheer power to overwhelm him. With his recent breakthrough, the strength of this strike had multiplied several times over. "The power of that strike..." The nearby Su family members felt the immense energy in Jackson's attack, causing them to tremble in fear. "Master!" Sherry's heart pounded with worry. Perry, standing closest to the battlefield, looked tense, ready to intervene if Owen couldn't hold his ground. He was determined not to let Owen die at Jackson's hands. However, Owen remained calm in the face of Jackson's fearsome attack. As the blade light approached, Owen suddenly lunged forward, his sword slashing out to meet Jackson's attack head-on. "You're courting death!" Jackson sneered. A thunderous crash echoed as the two forces collided. This clash was far more intense than any before, shattering the ground beneath them into dust. The impact lasted only a moment before Owen was forced back three steps, each step leaving deep cracks in the ground. "What?" Jackson looked up, incredulous. "Jackson has reached the Misthaven Realm, and his blade's power has increased several times. Yet, after a direct clash, Owen only retreated three steps?" The onlookers were stunned. To have withstood such a powerful attack with only minor recoil indicated that the difference in their strength was not as vast as expected, even though Jackson had just advanced to the Misthaven Realm. "Still a bit short, huh?" Owen's expression remained composed, unsurprised by the result. Jackson had indeed become stronger with his breakthrough, but Owen had been holding back as well. As a Supreme Bloodline possessor, Owen's greatest advantage was his Blood Power. During the preliminary assessment, while still in the early stages of the Eighth Grade True Martial Realm, Owen had matched Otto, who was at the peak of the same realm, in direct combat. With a slight activation of his Blood Power, Owen easily overwhelmed Otto. In this battle against Jackson, Owen had activated only half of his Blood Power. Even at half power, he was able to match Jackson in strength. Now, with Jackson's breakthrough, Owen increased his Blood Power to seventy percent, significantly boosting his own strength. This was why he only retreated three steps in their latest clash. If Owen were to fully unleash his Blood Power, he believed he could completely overpower Jackson, even in the Misthaven Realm. "A Ninth Grade True Martial Realm cultivator matching a newly advanced Misthaven Realm opponent in power is already unbelievable. If I were to completely dominate Jackson with my strength alone, it would be too shocking and would reveal my Bloodline abilities," Owen thought. Owen had no intention of using his full Blood Power, both to keep his abilities secret and because seventy percent was sufficient. "Jackson, you've used most of your techniques and skills, haven't you?" Owen's gaze was cold as he stared at Jackson. "Now, let me show you my swordsmanship." Jackson's expression darkened. The spectators suddenly realized that Owen had not truly used his swordsmanship throughout the battle, aside from the initial clash. Even when countering Jackson's techniques, Owen's strikes had been casual, though it was clear his swordsmanship far surpassed Jackson's. "That's Hiram's swordsmanship!" On the platform, even Hogan, who had reached the Void Breaking Realm, watched intently. Owen tightened his grip on his sword and then moved. A blizzard of sword light filled the air, resembling countless snowflakes swirling in the wind. In reality, these 'snowflakes' were deadly sharp sword strikes. "Drifting Snow Technique!" The crowd immediately recognized the technique. Not long ago, Pace had used the same technique against Jackson in a group attack. However, Owen's execution of the Drifting Snow Technique was on a completely different level. It was fast. The snowflakes flickered rapidly, overwhelming Jackson. Ordinary Tenth Grade True Martial Realm cultivators would be instantly pierced by these snowflakes. But Jackson, now in the Misthaven Realm, had greatly enhanced power, speed, and perception. As the snowflakes closed in, he quickly swung his blade, shattering them. "Are you mocking me, Owen?" Jackson roared in anger. "Use the Snowveil Style!" "As you wish," Owen replied, shifting his stance. Whoosh! A cold sword light flashed instantly. The Snowveil Style, the most powerful move in the Drifting Snow Technique, consisted of nine consecutive strikes, each faster than the last. Yet, Owen's first strike was already faster than the ninth strike Pace had executed earlier. Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Jackson focused intensely, parrying each sword strike. Though the strikes grew faster, he managed to block them all with great effort. In a flash, he had deflected the ninth strike. "Haha, Owen, your swordsmanship is nothing special!" Jackson laughed, but his expression quickly changed, "What?" A tenth strike, faster and more powerful than the previous ones, suddenly emerged. "A tenth strike?" The spectators were stunned, some even gasping in disbelief. The Snowveil Style was known to have nine strikes. Yet, Owen had unleashed a tenth. Jackson, startled and panicked, barely managed to deflect the tenth strike. But no sooner had he blocked it than an eleventh strike appeared. Jackson parried it clumsily. The twelfth strike left him scrambling, barely holding his defense. By the thirteenth strike, Jackson could only manage to place his war blade in front of him before being sent flying back, nearly dropping his weapon. Then came the fourteenth strike. This was the pinnacle of Owen's current mastery of the technique. Jackson had no time to react. Slash! The cold sword edge grazed Jackson's face, cutting deep. Jackson stood frozen, feeling the cold on his cheek. He instinctively touched the wound, feeling the warm, sticky blood. A deep gash marked his face, more severe than any of the thirteen previous wounds. This scar would likely remain forever. Jackson lost all composure. "Owen!" "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" His roars echoed through the Martial Art Hall. Jackson's eyes turned blood-red, veins bulging on his neck and forehead. A bloody mist emanated from his body as he descended into madness. "Not good!" "That's the Devil Sword technique!" The surrounding Misthaven Realm experts were alarmed. The Devil Sword was a dangerous technique taught by Jackson's father, Reg. It drove the user into a berserk state, significantly increasing their power. While Reg could maintain some control due to his strength, Jackson, newly advanced to the Misthaven Realm, lacked such restraint. Using this technique, he would fight until death. Reg had taught Jackson this move as a last resort, to be used only in life-or-death situations. Now, in his fury, Jackson had unleashed it recklessly. In this state, Jackson would not stop until either he or his opponent was dead. "Henry, should we intervene?" Perry asked urgently, looking at Henry. Henry frowned, hesitated briefly, then shook his head. "Jackson!" Vic shouted in panic, turning to Jared, a powerful figure in the faction. "Lord Jared, stop him, please!" Jared Long, a peak Misthaven Realm expert, was in charge after Reg left for Skymist City. "Calm down," Jared said, waving his hand. "The Devil Sword has severe side effects, and your brother will need significant recovery time. However, it won't endanger his life or future." "Given the situation, the Devil Sword is the only way your brother can challenge Owen. If I intervene now, he will lose." Vic reluctantly stayed quiet, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Die! Die!" "You all must die!" Jackson, fully consumed by the Devil Sword's frenzy, charged at Owen with terrifying ferocity. But seeing Jackson's crazed advance, Owen merely smiled. "So, it's come to this." "It's time to end this!" Owen gripped his sword tightly, then suddenly closed his eyes. For a moment, all was still. When Owen reopened his eyes, a terrifying aura of killing intent erupted. Whoosh! Owen struck. It appeared to be a simple, ordinary slash. But as the sword light appeared... Boom! The entire battlefield seemed to darken, save for the single beam of sword light shining brightly in the gloom. It was the lone light in the darkness. "That sword strike!" On the platform, Henry's eyes gleamed with unprecedented sharpness. "That's..." Hogan, well-versed in martial arts, stood up in shock and awe, recognizing the extraordinary nature of Owen's strike. Both Void Breaking Realm experts were visibly moved by the display. Those who didn't recognize the technique could still sense the immense danger contained within Owen's strike. "This is bad!" Jared, who had hoped Jackson could use the Devil Sword to win, now looked alarmed and instantly rushed toward the battlefield. "Owen, stop!" Perry, too, was taken aback by Owen's lethal intent and rushed to intervene. But it was too late. Slash! The cold blade sliced across Jackson's neck, severing his head. Jackson's body continued forward a few steps, still clutching his war blade, before collapsing. "Servants who betray their masters, and those who dare covet their master's power... Such people deserve death!" Owen's cold voice echoed through the arena. Reg's eldest son, the first among the younger generation of the faction, who had just reached the Misthaven Realm and sought to claim the Su family's Sword Token, Jackson Zhao... was dead.

Chapter 14 Drifting Snow Technique

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