Chapter 353: Conclusion of the Duel


    What is a duel without betting some Dao stones? Marcus asked, his lips curving. Im thinking a small amount. Thirty?


    The surrounding people instantly shot him disgusted looks. In their eyes, he was already going too far by challenging Jack from five tiers higheradding a bet on top of that was just being shameless.


    Marcus knew that, but hed made his decision. In for a penny, in for a pound.


    Jack cupped his chin. I dont know he said. Isnt thirtya little embarrassing?


    Embarrassing? What do you mean?


    Marcus was prepared for this. He only said thirty so Jack would haggle it down to twenty or so.


    I would expect a high-ranker like yourself to be a little more generous, Jack replied. Thirty is too boring. How about fifty?


    Marcuss eyes widened. You want to bet fifty Dao stones against me?


    Yeah. Why? Are you afraid?


    Hmph! Im only afraid of what people are going to say after thisbut, if you insist, so be it. Fifty Dao stones.


    Jack grinned. You said it.


    The crowd was only getting more and more stunned. Thirty Dao stones were already arge amount to thembut fifty? That was just obscene! Even Marcus shouldnt have that much, let alone Jack. They thought this was the high-ranker bullying the low-ranker, but now it was actually Jack who increased the stakes?


    Could it be thathe thought he could win?


    In truth, Jack did feel some confidence. He had fought the three-fruit Cranxiao at the peak D-Grade. If every fruit was a tier, and the gap between D and C-Grades was roughly three tiers, that meant Jack had leapt six tiers to battle, and it hadnt been too difficult either. His current gap with Marcus was only five tiersin theory, he should be able to handle this.


    While Marcus was undoubtedly extremely talented himself, it couldnt be too much. Otherwise, his ranking wouldnt only be 281.


    Jack had an eighty percent confidence he would win. Let alone fifty, he would even bet a hundred Dao stones if he had to.


    Make your move, Jack said, clenching his fists again. Unless you want to bore me into forfeiting.


    Hmph! Lets see if you can even make me draw my sword.


    Speaking to here, Marcus did not reach for the handle of his weapon. Instead, he stretched out two fingers. Jack raised a brow. Youre joking.


    Marcus shed out with his fingers. He looked a bit ridiculousnot only was he not using a de, but he was also striking empty air, as he and Jack remained a hundred feet apart.


    As Jack was about to mock him, however, the smile froze on his lips. Marcuss sword fingers looked simple, but they contained a deep Dao of the Sword. The moment he shed with them, a raging river of energy flew towards Jack, crossing the hundred feet in an instant. Each Dao particle vibrated at a unique frequency,bining into a sharp flow that could slice him to dust.


    Jack punched out. His fist exploded against the mighty river, splitting it like a steady rock. The energy flew to his left and right, carving up deep trenches in the ground.


    Good! Marcus eximed. Again!


    His fingers shed out thrice. Each attack was no weaker than the first; they swept at Jack like the ps of an angry god, but he fought back. His fists were few but strong, easily breaking the energy as it came. The Dao in their battlefield became chaotic, abination of sharpness and brutality, while the ground cratered.


    The crowd cheered. A battle between high-rankers was a very rare sight!


    While both fighters specialized in meleebat, they were still fighting from a distance. To Jack, it was a form of practice. When he first arrived at the Cathedral, even a full-power Meteor Punch could only go a few feet before dispersingnow, he could easily shoot his punch a hundred feet away.


    Plus, he was using this time to adapt to his new power. His Dao felt lively, explosive, far more purposeful and aligned. It was the difference between a water bomb and a water jethis might was simply iparable to before.


    A dozen strikester, hed had enough. He smashed a Meteor Punch into Marcuss attack. The world was sucked inside his punch, then explodedthe sword energies rushed back, forcing Marcus to wave his hand and easily split them around him.


    Well done! Marcus shouted. Again!


    Draw your sword, dickhead!


    You are not qualified!


    Jack snorted coldly. Marcuss strength would rise tremendously when he used his weapon, but Jack also hadnt activated the Life Drophe didnt want to go all-out first. However, this was getting annoying. The energy inside him was madly yearning release, and he could barely wait. He needed to know how strong he was.


    He was about to activate the Life Drop when a different thought entered his mind.


    <em>Wait a moment. Isnt this the perfect moment for</em>


    His new ss came with a Dao SkillTitan Taunt. Its description said nothing that its name didnt. It was a taunting skill. Therefore, this was a fitting moment to use it.


    Jack willed the skill to activate, letting it suck a tiny bit of his energy. The mini System core inside him guided his mind, body, and Dao to execute Titan Taunt.


    Jack felt his mouth open and heard his own voice say, Your mother is a fat pig.


    Marcus paused his attacks. Excuse me?


    No wonder your wife came to fight me first. You never draw your de for her either.


    Hearing these, the crowd froze for a moment, then erupted intoughter. Even Ley Vice was stunned. Marcus lost his words, and as for Jack himself He was actually the most surprised of all! He hadnt wanted to say these things; he just activated the skill and his mouth moved by itself!


    <em>Motherfucker! </em>he thought, fighting hard the urge to mp his own mouth. The skill of a mighty C-Grade sswas elementary school-level curses?


    <em>I have been scammed!</em>


    Before Jack could recover himself, Marcuss face darkened to the extreme. Good, very good. I thought you were a man of honor, but you are just a clown. Arent you ashamed of yourself, Jack Rust?


    Isnt your mother ashamed of you? Dont answerI know she is. She told me yesterday.


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    Jacks mouth kept running! He quickly cut the flow of energy to the skill, deactivating it, but the harm had been done. Marcus Williams red at Jack like he wanted to eat him alive, while the crowd struggled to believe what was happening. A momentter, their cheers returned amplified.


    Their big bro had a dirty mouthbut so what? This was a great show!


    Jack was panicking. <em>It cant be. There is no way my skill does just this. Sure, it seems to be working, my opponent is enraged and the crowd is excitedbute on! This is just too embarrassing! I refuse to believe a C-Grade skill is only this!</em>


    <em>There has to be some mystical Dao aspect I havent figured out yet.</em>


    Marcuss gaze was dark and stormy. He rxed his two sword fingers, slowly reaching for his handle. Since you want to die, let me fulfill your wish. Anyst words?


    Jack was torn. <em>Whatever. How much worse can it get? </em>He reactivated the skill, hoping to get some insight on the mystical principles behind it.


    His body moved by itself. His hand raised a finger, while his mouth said, Yeah. Sit on this.


    Jack wanted to die of shame. <em>Thats it. Never again. </em>He quickly deactivated the skill and lowered his hand, trying his hardest to keep his face straight. No matter how embarrassed he was, he wouldnt admit it mid-battle! He had to seem strong!


    Marcuss face split into a feral grin. So be it.


    His sword left its sheath. There was only a sharp, ringing noise. Jack saw nothing but instinctively jumped asidea crescent moon of energy swept through his previous location, slicing the air itself as it impacted a distant hill and cut it in two.


    Marcuss sword slowly returned to a neutral position. Its de waspletely dark, a stark contrast to his clothes, while the hilt was white. From afar, it looked like a white flower on a pond of darknessand the increase it offered to Marcuss battle power was wild.


    Jack didnt dare dy. He activated the Life Drop, growingrger and stronger as two new arms sprouted out below his armpits. At the same time, his perception sharpened, and his reflexes quickenedthose invisible slices wouldnt surprise him any longer.


    The crowd cheered. More people had arrived by now, streaming in from the nearby vige and beyondnews had quickly spread. This crowd grouped up far to the side of the duel, not wanting to be identally sliced in half by Marcuss energy attacks.


    Show me what you got! Jack roared, raising his fists. The crowd cheered harder. Marcus dashed. His sword swept out, a movement so fast it was barely perceptible. Jack didnt dare block it. He leaned sideways, letting the energy de fly past him, then charged himself.


    In the instant it took them to cross a hundred feet, Marcus had unleashed five attacks. They were simply iparable to before. His sword fingers had released raging streams of sharpness, but only a small part of their energy had hit Jackmost of it dissipated into the void. Wielding his sword, Marcus was like an entirely different person. Every strike contained the same amount of energy as before, but concentrated to a ridiculous extent. There was almost no leakage, which was why they were invisible and near-imperceptible. If they were only slightly more concentrated, Jack couldnt detect them and would have no choice but to be cut.


    When those tremendous streams of energy were reduced to a hair-thin line, their slicing power could be imagined.


    The two fighters reached each other. Marcus shed down. Jack bellowed as he nted a foot into the ground, throwing a powerful straight punch at the iing sword. He galvanized his Dao, pushing it into his knuckles to enhance their durability.


    Punch met de. A ribbon of blood flew outJacks hand had been sliced to the wrist, revealing a gruesome spectacle. The audience gasped, but Jack was relentless. This was eptable. Hed sacrificed a fist to block the strikethat left him three more. As they shot out, surrounding Marcus from all directions, the swordsmans eyes narrowed. Space parted around him like a curtain. He disappeared.


    Jack disappeared as well. The two fighters blinked into existence to sh and disappeared again, swimming through space. Their forms blurred, their movements so fast they left afterimages. Every impact was a resounding explosion. Their battle shook the void, and the ground below their feet was half-sliced and half-cratered. Sword and fist energies washed over their surroundings, forcing the crowd to back off again.


    Marcus had contained his Dao into his de, no longer sending out energy slices to avoid harming the onlookers. As a result, his ck de had turned even darker, pulling in the gaze of anyone looking. Every strike was deadly.


    Jack was fighting him equally. Every time they shed, he either dodged the de or met it with his knuckles. The shattered hand regenerated quickly. At the same time, his other three fists looked to strike Marcus, forcing him to fight in a bee-like manner.


    Jack specialized in strength and durability, not speed. In truth, while their battle seemed chaotic to most onlookers, Marcus was moving and teleporting twice as much as Jack. Jack mostly remained in ce, defending against Marcuss attacks and trying to catch him. His punches were destructiveif even onended, the battle was over.


    Actually, in this battle, the one pressured was Marcus. He was walking a fine line, using extreme skill to remain in the game. Jack couldnt help but admire him; he was certainly a bright swordsman, the master of a generation.


    Due to the gap in their cultivations, Jack had to admit that his Dao was inferior. Marcus had more and stronger energy and was better at controlling it. However, Jack had an extremely powerful body that could make up for his Dao deficiency.


    He was titanic.


    The battle heated up. The crowd could only see shes, Jacks and Marcuss bodies appearing at random spots and disappearing again. The space of their battlefield had turned into a sieve, and the ground below them was finely carved up.


    After a thousand exchanges, no winner had appeared. However, Jack wasnt spending too much energymost of it came in the form of regeneration, generously provided by the Life Drop. In contrast, Marcus was teleporting all over the ce and dancing on the razors edge.


    Finally, Marcus realized he would be the one to reach exhaustion first. He gritted his teeth, reappearing stably to re at Jack.


    You have skill! he eximed. However, I refuse to lose to someone five fruits below me! Receive my strongest attackif you can block it, I will admit defeat!


    This was clearly taunting. Jack only sneered, not replying. He had the upper handhe would block or dodge as he saw fit.


    Marcus raised his de. A colossal amount of energy was sucked in from its surroundings, like the sword was a bottomless whirlpool. The Dao in a radius of several miles was disturbed, flying over to enter Marcuss deits edge became even darker than before, like nothing could escape it, not even light.


    The power of thising strike was evident. Jack had no illusions of blocking it.


    Finally, the de reached saturation. Hints of darkness escaped it, like ck ribbons tied to the sword, dancing wildly in the angry winds. Contrasted with Marcuss white clothes and loosely floating hair, he resembled an angry god.


    Taste my de! he roared, struggling to control his own move. Certain Death!


    A gutsy name.


    His sword came down. Jack stared at it until Marcus teleported, appearing behind him toplete his swing.


    ck energy washed over the world. Marcus and Jack were shrouded in darkness that blocked even Dao perception, leaving the audience wondering what had happened. No further sounds came. No shes, no energy shockwaves. In the darkness, one of the two fought no longer.


    The darkness cleared. The audience craned their heads to look, finally making out two warriors with their bodies intertwined.


    Heavens! Osmu Sosmu cried out. Is he holding the de!?


    No, Dorman replied in an incredulous voice. Hes pinching it.


    The darkness dissipated fully. The scene that was revealed etched itself deep into the hearts of everyone watching, ensuring they would never forget it.


    Marcuss sword was stopped mid-swing, only half a foot from his opponents face. Jacks four hands were holding it in ce. His fingers had grabbed the sword not by the edge, but by the t part.


    Relief yed on Jacks eyes. In truth, this was ast-minute inspiration. It could have gone horriblybut, luckily, his estimations were correct.


    Jack possessed extraordinary stats. His titles were far wealthier than Marcuss. He also had six hundred extra points in Physical due to his previous tempering, and his body was further augmented by the four-armed battle form. Moreover, Marcus specialized in Dexterity, not strength. Even including the extra levels he had over Jack, Jacks strength was far superior to Marcuss.


    He could have never caught the de if not for this being Marcuss all-out strike, which also made it more predictable and a little slower than his other attacks. At the same time, all the energy of this strike was condensed on the very edge of the de, which made it the only truly dangerous spot.


    All these factors hadbined in Jack essentially catching Marcuss de.


    The swordsman looked like hed lost his soul. His eyes were askance, and his jaw was trembling. He hadnt moved a muscle. To a swordsman, there was no greater shame than this.


    Moreover, even if he did want to recover his sword, he couldnt. Jack was far too strong. Marcus was essentially disarmed.


    Had enough? Jack rumbled, his gaze piercing into his opponents.


    Marcus clenched his jaw. He refused to let go of his sword, but no matter how unwilling he was, the result was clear. Fighting himself every step of the way, he opened his mouth and muttered, I admit defeat


    The crowd erupted in cheers.