Chapter 4: The Martial King of Shacheng

  The square suddenly boiled up, and almost everyone was amazed at Shen Du's growth rate.

  Perhaps this was what Feilu wanted all along. She had her arms wrapped around her chest, a lovely smile spreading across her face.

  At this time, Hei Shen and Shen Dou were both preparing to go down, when suddenly a piercing male voice came from the densely packed crowd outside the field.

  "Let me take him down!" The man sprang into the air, releasing a swordmaster's aura, and a fierce gust of wind condensed into a massive whirlpool above the square.

  Looks like at least a mid-term swordsman or stronger.

  Shen Du was shocked by the sight, and thought to himself: "What a strong sword aura!" He then smiled and looked at the man, who slowly descended onto the central square. The man had an average build, with a thin and rugged face that seemed to show many dissatisfactions with himself. Shen Du asked: "May I ask how you are called?"

  "In the city of Nansha, there was a martial king named Chen Tao, who had studied swordsmanship for 17 years and had never been defeated in those 17 years." The man's attitude was extremely arrogant, not even giving Shen Dou a glance.

  "But perhaps you just haven't met a stronger opponent yet."

  Chen Tao sneered: "A stronger opponent? Looking at the entire Zhong Empire, how many opponents are stronger than me, Chen Tao?"

  As soon as this statement came out, only whispers were heard in the square: "Although Chen Tao's strength is astonishing, he is indeed too arrogant. The Empire of Brimstone may not be a first-rate country, but it has a vast territory and who knows how many strong people are hidden."

  Chen Tao seemed to have heard the man's words, his face turned iron-green and he said: "Talking about others behind their backs is not a good habit, if you have the ability, come up and fight me!"

  Chen Tao's cold stare made that little fellow break out in a cold sweat, and he hid behind the crowd.

  Seeing this scene, Chen Tao's small eyes showed a hint of complacency, and he said lightly: "You see, the difference between the strong and the weak is so obvious. The strong can make the weak lose face with just one sentence."

  "Alas!" Upon hearing Chen Tao's words, Fei Lu also shook his head in dismay and said softly: "Another arrogant guy, it seems like Shen Dou is just in time to teach him a lesson."

  It's unclear whether Chen Tao heard Fei Lu's words, but the expression on his face didn't look good. He slowly drew out the orange long sword in his hand and said coldly, "Shen Du, do you know the origin of this sword?"

  Shen Du slightly curled up the corners of his mouth and said, "I don't know."

  "You wouldn't know, of course. This sword was obtained by me three years ago when I single-handedly infiltrated the Demon Capital of the Dragon Blood Empire and killed the third son of the Demon King Han Xuan." Chen Tao admired the long sword in his hand with great satisfaction.

  "Oh!" Shen Du was momentarily speechless.

  "What do you think of this sword?" Chen Tao's gaze never left the sword in his hand.

  "I don't know." Shen Du replied calmly.

  "Hmm, you'll find out soon enough." Chen Tao glanced at Shen Du with disdain and asked, "Are you planning to use that small sword to exchange blows with me?"

  Shen Du lowered his head and looked at the small sword that had followed him for three years, weighing it in his hand, and smiled contentedly: "What else?"

  "Then let's get started!" Chen Tao's face suddenly revealed a fierce killing intent, and the swirling sword energy in the air poured into his orange-colored sword body.

  All of a sudden, there was a "ding" sound, and the long sword emitted a prolonged and ear-piercing sword hum.

  Some lower-level swordsmen on the scene could no longer bear the piercing sound of the swords, covering their ears with force, but it was still not enough, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

  Feilu's face turned extremely ugly and he shouted: "Chen Tao, what are you doing?"

  Chen Tao's mouth slightly curved upwards as he said, "Don't be offended, City Lord. I just want to see what kind of strength this new rising star in the desert city has!" As he spoke, his long sword quivered and directly threatened Shen Du's face.

  At this time, Shen Dou also clearly felt and confirmed that Chen Tao was already a top-notch swordsman, while he himself was only an entry-level swordsman. To exchange blows with him, he would have to be extremely focused, so he prepared to concentrate his mind for one strike.

  "Recalling what the agile person said: 'The cold energy fills the nine provinces, and with a sword movement, one sword determines the universe. With a concentrated spirit, strike to hook three souls, gather energy to seize seven spirits...'"

  Shen Dou simply stood there quietly, waiting for Chen Tao's arrival. Until Chen Tao brought the orange sword energy of the Sword Master's peak, slanting towards Shen Dou's neck, Shen Dou concentrated and struck, his body sinking down, his left foot stepping forward, his body leaning forward, the small sword in his hand moving with him, slashing horizontally at Chen Tao's waist, but the small sword did not touch Chen Tao's body.

  It was just a yellow sword energy that passed through Chen Tao's waist, and Chen Tao's body suddenly stiffened there.

  "How...how could this be!" Chen Tao's eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his eyes wide with shock, as he fell straight backward.

  Looking at the cloudless sky, all his pride was destroyed in an instant.

  "No, it's impossible!" he muttered under his breath, "Just one move."

  Little did they know, this move seemed simple, but it condensed all the sword energy of a beginner sword master. The calm and collected sword energy was hidden within the sword, precisely slashing out at the best position and timing.

  "Alright!" Shen Du let out a sigh, stood up, walked to Chen Tao's side, and stretched out his hand: "Get up, I know nothing can happen to you."

  Chen Tao stared at Shen Du in shock and involuntarily stretched out his left hand to give it to Shen Du.

  Shen Du pulled Chen Tao up with one hand and smiled on his face: "I admit defeat."

  Chen Tao still found it hard to believe, his eyes complexly sizing up Shen Du, asking in a low voice: "How did you do that? The previous move was too fast and accurate, making it hard for people to believe."

  "Hehe, you're underestimating me. In fact, I'll have to fight to the death, and maybe I'm not even your opponent." Shen Du was still smiling.

  At this time, Chen Tao finally noticed that Shen Dou's right arm was shaking violently, and his tightly furrowed eyebrows finally relaxed a bit.

  It seems that he didn't lose too badly after all, and finally put down his proud attitude, patted Shen Dou's shoulder, but also didn't say anything more, and with a leap, disappeared from everyone's sight.

  At this time, a burst of thunderous applause erupted from the square.

  Someone exclaimed with joy: "It seems that in the future, the position of the Sand City Martial King will be none other than Shen Dou's!"

  Shen Du was also shocked, how did he suddenly become the Martial King of Shazhou? What does this Martial King of Shazhou represent? He had no idea! He just walked towards Fei Lu with eager eyes.

  "How is it? Are you satisfied with this set of sword techniques?"

  Feilu heard this and smiled without responding. He turned his back on Shendu and said lightly, "You stay here for now, we'll talk about other things later."

  Shen Du only felt a sinking feeling in his heart, it seemed that the sword brushing was fake, and the selection of personnel was true. In his mind, he made wild guesses, but didn't know what kind of calculation Fei Lu was making.

  But soon after, he will quickly understand that the title of Sha Cheng Wu Wang carries a responsibility on his shoulders that is no less than the heavy family responsibilities he bears, and even more so.