The Supreme God of Martial Arts

A thunderous roar sounded, thousands of sharp swords spinning around the strong man and forming an array.

It looked like a huge flying shield hurtling towards Austin.

Wherever the sword array passed, it smashed everything to pieces.

Austin, however, remained calm as he stared at the sword array.

He released his spiritual sense to lock tightly around the sword array.

And then...

Austin stretched out two fingers, like a sword,

and stabbed at the sword array with a minuscule but condensed sword aura.

Boom!

The huge sword array rotated as it sent out multiple, aggressive sword auras.

And as it did, a trivial sword aura silently flew towards it.

Austin's sword aura whistled softly as it went.

When the two sword auras collided with each other,

Austin and the strong man looked fixedly at the point of collision.

Clang!

Bang!

A sharp sword exploded.

"How could this be?"

the strong man said, frowning, apprehension taking over him.

Just before the last echoes of his voice faded away,

the sword array exploded with a loud bang.

Boom!

Sharp swords flew in all directions.

The powerful sword array was completely disintegrated!

"How's that possible?"

The strong man couldn't believe what had happened.

Austin, after destroying one of the swords, broke the whole sword array.

"Very good, young man!

You broke my sword array.

Tell me, what weakness did you find?"

the strong man asked Austin, once he recovered from his shock.

"Your sword array includes thousands of interlocking swords, connected from head to tail.

It looks tight and powerful,

but your sword array has an obvious weakness.

Even just one of the thousands of sharp swords breaks, the entire order of the sword array will be destroyed.

Every sword in this array has a specific position and function.

So if | destroy just one of the swords, the entire array can't form a circle. It will then collapse,"

Austin explained.

"That makes sense,"

the strong man said, nodding.

"But my sword array has a complicated mechanism and countless brilliant theories, with thousands of sharp swords defending

each other.

It was not as easy as what you said to destroy any one of the swords.

One must have a thorough understanding of the swordsmanship, be endowed with an exceptional spiritual sense, and remain

extremely calm in battle. Only then can he accurately target one sword.

Your swordsmanship has impressed me, young man!"

the strong man praised Austin, before turning around and disappearing.

'Such tests are great opportunities for me," Austin thought.

He was also satisfied with what he had learnt.

He found that his swordsmanship was continually improving, thanks to these tests.

A series of tests was still waiting for him in this world of swordsmanship. The swordsmen arrived to challenge him, one after the

other.

Each of them was good at one kind of swordsmanship,

and their sword skills were unique and powerful.

Austin needed to find the corresponding solutions to break these sword skills.

As twent by, Austin's opponents becmore and more powerful.

This meant that it took longer to break their moves.

However, Austin didn't need to worry about the tdue to the special rate of tflow in this world of swordsmanship.

He could concentrate solely on the tests and cultivate swordsmanship.

As a result, he had gained a lot during his battles with different sword cultivators. His swordsmanship was improving with each

passing day.

Tflew by as Austin continued to take the test.

Decades passed in the world of swordsmanship.

"I've broken twenty thousand sword skills!"

Austin murmured to himself as he sat cross-legged on a mountaintop in the world of swordsmanship.

In the past decades, Austin had spent almost every hour fighting and thinking about how to fight.

The process was tough,

but he had also improved tremendously.

He felt that his swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds.

Meanwhile,

outside the world of swordsmanship,

the old man in grey and Sword Son Curry were both sitting cross-legged.

They were carefully looking up at the world of swordsmanship that was floating in the air.

Austin's every move in the world of swordsmanship could be seen clearly.

One hundred years in the world of swordsmanship was only two hours outside.

And though Austin had fought in that world for decades,

only an hour had passed for the old man in grey and Sword Son Curry.

They carefully watched every battle over the past hour.

"This young man is talented in swordsmanship.

His power of comprehension is unexpectedly strong!"

the old man in grey said, appreciative of Austin's performance.

"Ha-ha! Of course! | chose him. He has to be good, right?"

Sword Son Curry said with a smile. He thought highly of Austin.

At this moment,

four figures appeared, walking up along the mountain road.

These were Hodge from the Sky Sword Sect, Nash from the Xi'men Clan, Rollins from the Long Sword Sect, and Elder Cunning from

the Flying Immortal Sword Sect.

"Sword Son Curry?"

When the four governing gods spotted Sword Son Curry, exclamations of surprise escaped all of them.

Sword Son Curry was a well-known figure in the Sword Cosmos, and had ruled the Sword Cosmos for quite stime.

After Master Sword and his four disciples had gone missing, Sword Son Curry had unquestionably becthe ruler of the Sword

Cosmos.

Sword Son Curry glanced indifferently at the four governing gods.

Back then, the four governing gods had been obedient subordinates of Sword Son Curry.

And because of that, he didn't take the four of them seriously.

"Sword Son Curry, haven't your body and soul already been destroyed?

How can you manage to leave the spiritual soul mark behind?"

Rollins couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"That's none of your business,"

Sword Son Curry said curtly, not even bothering to look at him.

"Sword Son Curry! How dare you talk tolike this! Do you think you are still the ruler of the Sword Cosmos?

You are now just a spiritual soul mark that | can destroy with only a flick.

Answer my questions obediently and show that you aren't a fool!

Now! Tell me!

Did Master Sword and his four disciples die or not?"

Rollins cried out, his voice harsh.

"What a ridiculous clown. You're not qualified to askanything,"

Sword Son Curry replied, disgusted.

"You..." Rollins sputtered.

His face turned red.

"Sword Son Curry, your era has passed.

You'd better answer our questions.

Don't force us to resort to violence.

After all, it's not easy for you to leave a spiritual soul mark. You surely didn't save this for us to destroy you again, right?"

Nash took a step forward, releasing a crushing pressure on Sword Son Curry.

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