112: Chapter 112 The Hammer Unleashed

Bang...

A double sword slash.

With a stride, Guo Rui appeared behind Yan Zechen.

Yan Zechen turned around abruptly and swung his double hammers out.

In the blink of an eye, the powerful double hammers collided with Guo Rui's double swords.

In a contest of raw strength, Yan Zechen clearly had the upper hand, and Guo Rui was shaken back several steps.

After just one round of confrontation, Guo Rui sensed that something was slightly off.

However, he didn't take it to heart at first.

"This Yan Zechen... his double hammers don't seem simple at all."

An Elder's gaze fell upon Yan Zechen's double hammers; he could tell there was something unusual about them.

He wasn't the only one; several other Elders also focused their attention on Yan Zechen's double hammers.

One afterimage after another appeared on the high platform.

Guo Rui's speed was so great that practitioners below the Spirit Treasury Realm could hardly track his movements, only managing to see faint remnants moving across the platform.

Yet Yan Zechen was able to accurately capture his opponent's tracks every time and launch a counterattack.

Hammer after hammer, he forced him back.

"A Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon?!"

Guo Rui finally realized that the pair of iron hammers in Yan Zechen's hands were likely Seventh-Grade Origin Weapons, just like the double swords in his own hands.

But he still found it hard to believe that Yan Zechen had actually obtained a Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon.

"You noticed far too late,"

Yan Zechen sneered.

"A Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon... Elder Sun is certainly generous."

Where the Azure Severance Peak Elders were seated, one Elder lamented slightly upon hearing Yan Zechen's admission.

He didn't believe for a second that the Yan Family behind Yan Zechen could have acquired such a weapon.

Even if the Yan Family had obtained a Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon through some channel, it wouldn't have ended up in Yan Zechen's hands.

Therefore, most of them were certain that this Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon had been obtained for him by his Revered Master.

However, because of a certain mission, Elder Sun was still away and had not yet returned to the Sect.

As such, this could not be confirmed for the time being.

But they were eighty or ninety percent sure it was the case.

"Seventh-Grade Origin Weapons... these people are truly wealthy and powerful,"

Yu Yaoqin remarked, seeing that both combatants on stage were using Seventh-Grade Origin Weapons.

Wealthy and powerful?

Lin Ming glanced at Yu Yaoqin after hearing this.

His Junior Sister was probably the last person who should be saying that.

Since being attacked by the Blood Butcher Old Demon last time, Yu Yaoqin had gained a hairbrush on her head and a Bracelet on her wrist.

The Bracelet on her wrist was a High Grade Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon, and the Hairpin on her head was even a Low Grade Eighth-Grade Origin Weapon; furthermore, the Hairpin contained a certain power, likely the power of Peak Master Yao Ruochu.

In terms of wealth, the two on stage combined couldn't compare to Yu Yaoqin alone.

However, speaking of Seventh-Grade Origin Weapons, his own Storage Ring contained several Seventh, Eighth, and Ninth-Grade Origin Weapons that he had no use for, all of which he had forged in his spare time.

He should find a time to sell them off; keeping them just took up space, and it would be better to exchange them for Origin Points.

After all, his sub-profession had been at a Bottleneck for some time, and it was time to raise them to the next level.

If his own strength couldn't be improved for now, he would start from other areas.

"So what?"

Guo Rui said, quickly steadying his mind.

Even if the Origin Weapon in Yan Zechen's hands was Seventh-Grade, so what? Victory could only belong to him.

Thinking of this, Guo Rui's offensive became increasingly fierce as a sky full of sword shadows descended and surged forward.

Boom...

Yan Zechen slammed his iron hammers together, and the resulting sound waves directly shattered the Sword Intent filling the sky.

Now, it was Yan Zechen's turn.

With the pair of iron hammers forged by Lin Ming, Yan Zechen no longer feared Guo Rui, and he was becoming increasingly proficient with them.

As the iron hammers struck the ground, they smashed a series of cracks into the high platform.

Guo Rui was now gradually forced into a passive state.

This caused Guo Rui to grow impatient; he immediately let go of one sword and used Divine Thought to control it, striking directly.

Yan Zechen's way of dealing with this was simple: he used brute force to break through, using the iron hammers in his hands and his own strength to face all of Guo Rui's attacks.

In a moment of carelessness, one sword was smashed to the ground by Yan Zechen's hammer, embedding it into the platform.

He then quickly launched an attack on Guo Rui.

Despite Yan Zechen's stout build, his movements were not slow at all.

However, several wounds were left on his body, sword injuries inflicted by the sword in Guo Rui's hand.

It was clear that the two were close in strength.

Yan Zechen completely ignored the wounds on his body, feeling nothing.

He had only one goal now: to defeat Guo Rui and take back the position that belonged to him.

At this moment, Guo Rui did not want to continue this entanglement.

He felt that if they continued, the situation would likely become increasingly unfavorable for him; in terms of endurance, a fellow like Yan Zechen indeed had the advantage over him.

Especially now that their strengths were almost equal.

Therefore, Guo Rui decided to settle the outcome in the next round.

"I originally wanted to save this for a stronger opponent,"

Guo Rui muttered to himself.

He had intended to save this move for a more powerful foe.

But he hadn't expected to have to use it on Yan Zechen.

Since things had come to this, there was no better choice.

In an instant, a sword shadow flashed past.

Yan Zechen noticed it immediately, sensing an extremely dangerous feeling.

He reacted instantly.

The Origin Qi in his body was continuously poured into the pair of iron hammers.

A dark red light then bloomed on the surface of the hammers.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ming smiled.

He knew the Origin Weapons he forged better than anyone; what he had forged was not just a simple Low Grade Seventh-Grade Origin Weapon.

Now, he would let Lin Ming witness its true power.

In the blink of an eye, the two collided.

The sword in Guo Rui's hand was sent flying, and Guo Rui himself was knocked back as well.

Falling off the platform, he took several heavy steps back to steady himself, but his hands wouldn't stop trembling.

Yan Zechen also retreated continuously, only stopping when he reached the edge of the platform.

"The position of Chief... is mine now."

Yan Zechen stepped forward to the other edge, looking down at Guo Rui from his superior position.

He had finally snatched the Chief position back from this guy.

Defeating Guo Rui in a formal competition like the Sect Competition meant he could replace him as the Chief.

"Hmph..."

Guo Rui wanted to say something, but in this situation, he could only swallow his words.

The winner takes all; he had lost, and there was nothing more to say.

What he wanted to know was where Yan Zechen had obtained that pair of iron hammers.

Why had he received no information about it beforehand?