A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5276

The second round of competition took place three days later.

After the first round of screening, the remaining contestants were all the best from their respective sects, their strength having been elevated to a higher level.

David’s opponent was a disciple from the Fiery Sect named Zhang Kuang, a fourth-rank Earthly Immortal. He had mastered the “Fiery Sword Technique” to perfection, his strikes imbued with scorching energy, said to be capable of melting fine iron.

“Boy, you’re lucky to have made it to the second round. Your luck ends with me!”

Zhang Kuang wielded a crimson sword, a faint flame lingering on its blade, evidently imbued with the spiritual power of fire.

David remained calm as he slowly drew his Dragon Slaying Sword.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, there was no earth-shattering roar, only a gentle humming sound, like a dormant dragon awakening.

But Hu Mazi, familiar with the Dragon Slaying Sword, knew the terrifying power contained within this seemingly mundane hum.

“Oh? Finally drawing your sword?”

Zhang Kuang sneered. “Alas, your sword will become nothing but scrap metal before me!”

Before he finished speaking, he had already swung his sword. A crimson flash of light emanated like a fiery dragon emerging from the sea, surging towards David with a scorching heat.

and many of

This ‘Fiery Sword Technique’ truly lives

in trouble. Even the spiritual energy of the Scattered Immortal Realm is

and devastating blow, David advanced instead of

Sword traced a strange arc through the air, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving

fire dragon seemed to have met its nemesis,

“What?”

seen anyone so easily dispel his “Fiery Sword

already pointing straight at his wrist. Sorry,

angle was incredibly tricky, making it

abruptly drop his sword, simultaneously clenching his left hand into a fist and striking David’s chest with

he sought to rely on his cultivation to

glint flashed in David’s eyes, and his body spun like a top, dodging

“Swish!”

neatly slicing Zhang Kuang’s sleeve, leaving a bloody streak

retreated quickly, the sword would

steps back, clutching his wound, and looked at David

sword in hand, saying calmly: “Do you want to