45: Who else can achieve such a talent transcendence! The Ice Coffin Lord Yuan Hao's... chubby fangirl.

"Are you two sure you want to proceed with the wagered battle?" A fat, white-robed old man with a long beard asked in a deep voice from the edge of the arena.

"I am certain." Wang Han smiled slightly, "Junior Brother Cao, what about you? You won't go back on your word, will you?"

Cao Meng smiled slightly, "Of course not!"

The fat Elder looked at Cao Meng and shook his head, "These young people nowadays are too arrogant. They won't learn their lesson until they suffer a loss."

"Alright, begin!"

"Junior Brother Cao, draw your sword. Don't say your Senior Brother didn't give you a chance!" Wang Han chuckled, forming a sword seal. The five famous swords stuck into his back, like a peacock spreading its tail, soared into the air. The five-colored sword Qi flickered, pointing toward Cao Meng.

"Sword Rise!"

Cao Meng didn't waste words either. The seven absolutes flying swords left their sheath. As soon as the seven Flying Swords appeared, they resembled a seven-colored rainbow, their edges flashing and their Sword Intent biting cold.

"Good swords!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Wang Han's eyes. These seven swords were much stronger than his five ordinary swords.

One could even say the difference was like heaven and earth.

"Sword Thirteen~"

In an instant, the five famous swords merged into one, and then~

A five-colored sword domain enveloped the area~

Locking onto Cao Meng.

"Damn, that sly bastard! Sword Thirteen!"

"This Wang Han is so treacherous! He actually hid two layers of sword realm to lure Cao Meng into a trap!"

"Sword Control Technique, combined with Sword Thirteen, means his combat power is absolutely no less than the Fourteenth Layer of the Sword Dao!"

"It's over. My seven absolutes flying swords are going to be snatched away."

Below the arena, there was an uproar.

Almost everyone cast sympathetic glances toward Cao Meng.

Information transmission within the academy was actually very fast, and the Disciples who came to participate in the Dao Trial Assembly had all made sufficient preparations.

Cao Meng had a public battle with Xu Tian a few days ago, and although he became famous in that battle, his strength was also "exposed."

In their view, under the Sword Thirteen and Sword Control Technique, Cao Meng was bound to lose.

Even with the seven absolutes flying swords.

Below the stage, a trace of astonishment flashed in Xuanyuan Baiying's beautiful eyes, "The seven absolutes flying swords, this Sword Intent... it's formidable~"

"What? The Sword Intent and Sword Soul of the seven swords of absolute gods? How could his seven absolutes flying swords possess that?" On the observation deck, Dean Void Sword Walker's pupils contracted.

"Could it be that the jueshen sword sacrificial talisman was refined by him!"

"Sword Thirteen, Sword Control Technique? Heh heh..." Holy Empress Xuanyuan gave a scornful laugh.

"Be defeated!"

Wang Han pointed his sword seal~

*Swoosh*~

A five-colored sword light pierced through. Ten thousand lines condensed into one foot. The Thirteenth Layer of the Sword Dao, instant penetration.

"Slash!"

The seven swords instantly solidified and slashed down with one strike.

The five-colored sword Qi shattered. The five swords were thrown flying.

Sword Control Technique, broken!

Cao Meng's figure vanished, and the next moment, he appeared right in front of Wang Han.

"What? Impossible..." Wang Han was greatly startled. He didn't have time to re-cast the Sword Control Technique, so he waved his palms, striking toward Cao Meng.

"Close combat with me?"

A blue shadow flickered. A hand bypassed Wang Han's dual palm block and gripped his neck.

"Talent Plunder!"

Five hundred destiny value sacrificed to the heavens.

"Ugh..." Wang Han was choked by Cao Meng, and his true essence was sealed by Sword Essence, leaving him completely unable to move.

As soon as Talent Plunder began, Wang Han felt as if his Soul was being extracted, and his entire body began to shiver and tremble.

He was instantly struck by terror.

His eyes widened dramatically.

"Ugh~"

"Kid, you've won, stop now!" The supervising Elder shouted sternly.

"Alright~" Cao Meng chuckled.

Plunder, complete!

"What a marvelous feeling. The sword, my control over the Dao of the Sword..."

The moment Plunder was completed, a strange feeling arose in Cao Meng.

His control and Comprehension over the seven absolutes flying swords and the Dao of the Sword seemed to have undergone a sublimation.

*Buzz buzz*~

The seven absolute spirit swords suspended above the arena saw their sword light increase dramatically, and their Sword Intent grew even fiercer!

"It's the talent of the Sword Spirit Body~"

Attribute Panel:

Name: Cao Meng, courtesy name Demeng

Appearance: 99

Cultivation: Golden Core [99.99%]

Physical Body Sixth Layer [Dragon Elephant Golden Body Middle Stage]

Comprehension Ability: Saint Grade

Talent: Blood Spirit Sacred Body, Blood Devouring [Saint Grade, Mutated]. The Blood Spirit Sacred Body is formed by the Fusion of the mutated Blood Devouring Body, possessing terrifying Bloodline Devouring and Fusion capabilities. It can strengthen the Physical Body through the Fusion of Bloodline energy... Pure Yang Cauldron Body [Saint Grade]. Dual cultivation with others can yield miraculous effects.

Sword Spirit Saint Body [Saint Grade]. A born child of the Sword Dao, Sword Dao power +300%.

destiny value: 320

"It changed! It finally changed!"

Cao Meng was overjoyed.

The superposition of two similar talents truly resulted in a qualitative change.

He previously possessed the Heaven Grade Spirit-Connecting Sword Body. After Plundering this guy's Heaven Grade Sword Spirit Body, the two superimposed and transformed into the Sword Spirit Saint Body.

Furthermore, his Comprehension Ability finally achieved a Breakthrough to Saint Grade~

"Fortunately, I managed to fleece the Demon Empress for six hundred destiny value before the Dao Trial, or I would have missed this chance for transformation."

Cao Meng ripped off the silver fox mask from Wang Han's face, revealing a handsome, bloodless face.

As soon as he released his hand, Wang Han collapsed onto the ground.

"What a fine treasure, Junior Brother Wang. Thanks!" Cao Meng waved the mask at him, laughing heartily.

"H-how could this happen? How could I possibly lose!"

"I clearly had the silver fox mask, the five great famous swords, the Sword Control Technique, and the Thirteenth Realm of the Sword Dao, how could I..."

Wang Han sat paralyzed on the ground, staring fixedly at the silver fox mask in Cao Meng's hand.

At this moment, he had absolutely no idea that he had lost the most important thing—the Sword Spirit Body!

"Five Elements Famous Swords?" Cao Meng looked at the five famous swords flashing with cold light that had fallen onto the arena.

Retrieve!

The five famous swords flew up and landed in front of Cao Meng.

"Although they are ordinary swords, they are nearly Spirit-Connecting." Cao Meng shook his head.

Ordinary swords cannot become Spirit-Connecting, making them impossible to control via Sword Control.

Wang Han was able to control ordinary swords entirely relying on the thousand illusions mask he held.

However, since he had the Blood Spirit Sacred Body, he could nourish them with blood, turning these five swords from trash into treasure.

"Cao Meng, wins!" As the fat Elder shouted loudly, the wagered battle came to an end.

"Senior Brother Cao~"

Wang Han cried out mournfully, actually kneeling down right in front of Cao Meng, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Senior Brother Cao, please, give me back the mask and the swords. These are ancestral items of my Wang family and absolutely cannot be lost! Senior Brother, please be merciful and let me off this once! I can trade anything for them, I beg you!"

"What? Give them back to you!"

Cao Meng was speechless.

He can't handle losing, can he?

"Junior Brother Wang, do I look like your father?" Cao Meng sneered.

"Huh?" Wang Han froze.

"Scram~"

*Boom*~

He delivered a fierce kick to his chest, sending him flying directly off the arena.

"What nonsense. Ptooey!"

"Who else!"

Cao Meng seized a five-colored famous sword from the arena floor and pointed it at the crowd below, "Who else wants my seven absolutes flying swords? Don't say I didn't give you a chance!"

Below the stage, there was an uproar.

Some were angry, others were astonished.

This guy is too arrogant!

"This young man, his Sword Dao talent is decent." A pleasing curve appeared at the corner of Xuanyuan Baiying's lips.

On the observation deck, Void Sword Walker frowned deeply, "How is this possible? How could his Dao of the Sword have advanced this much in just a few days?"

"Is that all? How disappointing!"

Cao Meng shook his head in disappointment.

"Brat!" At this moment, a booming, muffled voice came from the Golden Core Arena Number Two.

Before him stood a sturdy woman with a scarred, fleshy face, a giant battle saber stuck into the ground in front of her. Her fierce eyes glared at Cao Meng.

"I don't have any treasure. I'll bet my life against your seven absolutes flying swords. If you win, my life is yours! If I win, the seven absolutes flying swords belong to my Brother Yuan Hao!"

"Betting your life? Your Brother Yuan Hao..." Cao Meng almost threw up.

To hear this large, crude woman tenderly call someone "Brother," that Yuan Hao... Wait, Yuan Hao, why does that name sound so familiar?

"Holy crap, Yuan Hao, the Prince of Northern Wei who possesses the ice coffin of an ancient female powerhouse? What a coincidence!"