Actually, Wang Zhijun had also gone all out. Although his family was prestigious, they certainly couldn’t equip him, just a student, with an expensive and strictly prohibited power amplifier. This device had actually been secretly taken from his older brother, a general, and before this, Wang Zhijun had only used it to show off in front of Kevin and Essie, never imagining that it would actually be used in real combat.
But now, Wang Zhijun had no choice but to use it, because he was about to unleash a sword technique that his current strength could absolutely not control. Only after using the power amplifier could he barely manage to execute it.
Wang Zhijun was very confident. As soon as this move was unleashed, Yang Hao was as good as dead. No matter how strange or powerful Yang Hao’s abilities might be, there would be no chance left for survival.
This sword strike was indeed a testament to the glory and splendor of the Wang family.
“Five-Petal Cloud Blossom!!” Wang Zhijun spat out the words viciously, and in an instant, the short sword in his hand transformed dramatically.
From Yang Hao’s perspective, it seemed as if the entire sky had suddenly darkened, as though his world had been torn apart from everyone else’s. Before him, a massive silver glow began to swirl and gather, like a flower bud about to bloom, accumulating the force needed for its grand opening.
Without needing anyone to warn him, Yang Hao already sensed the severity of the situation. He quickly tried to retreat, but soon realized that this action was utterly useless.
Because the light finally erupted, dazzling and blinding, exploding in front of Yang Hao like a nuclear blast. From this intensely brilliant glow, five silver petals slowly extended outward. These petals were actually manifestations of Wang Zhijun’s sword energy, descending slowly and vertically from high above the sky.
Yang Hao had nowhere left to run. He was completely enveloped by these five petals. No matter where he tried to dodge, he couldn’t escape this cage of death. From high above, a cold, piercing chill descended, sending a sense of impending death deep into Yang Hao’s soul.
Yang Hao was truly about to die. Although he didn’t know the history behind this sword strike or how powerful it actually was, he couldn’t possibly know that this very move, “Five-Petal Cloud Blossom,” had once allowed Wang Zhijun’s grandfather to defeat dozens of sword masters, earning him the fifth place among sword experts in the empire’s history. Yang Hao naturally also didn’t know that this technique had helped Wang family generals collect the heads of countless alien monsters.
But now, the only thing Yang Hao knew was that he was going to die. Facing this supreme, unrivaled sword strike from heaven and earth, Yang Hao seemed so small—like a mere meteorite drifting in the vast universe, like a single grain of sand in the ocean, utterly insignificant, let alone capable of resisting or escaping.
Just as this brief, meteor-like clash unfolded, a voice suddenly rang out: “Catch the sword!!!”
Following this, a rainbow-like beam of light shot forth. Yang Hao, already dazed, instinctively reached out and actually managed to catch the slender sword.
A scorching surge of power welled up from within him, making Yang Hao, who now held the sword, feel suddenly invigorated. The previously nearly dormant Hunyuanzi’s voice became excited: “What an amazing sword technique! Let me take over!!”
Instantly, that burning force surged through Yang Hao’s limbs and bones, making his entire body feel like a puppet on strings as he leapt high into the air. Yang Hao had absolutely no control over his body. He only felt the long sword in his hand suddenly transform into a green dragon, which then collided head-on with the silver petals in the sky.
After that, everything before Yang Hao’s eyes went pitch black, and he completely lost consciousness.
For a long time, Yang Hao felt as though he were drifting through the Milky Way, countless stars passing by his side. His body floated within a gentle, river-like energy, expanding and growing, with strange currents flowing through him in all directions.
“Yang Hao!! Yang Hao!!!” The urgent calls came, but failed to awaken Yang Hao.
Inside the teacher’s lounge, Essie, Amanda, and the swordsmanship instructor gathered around, desperately trying to wake the unconscious Yang Hao. The scene from moments ago had nearly scared them to death.
When Wang Zhijun activated the power amplifier and unleashed the “Five-Petal Cloud Blossom,” everyone believed Yang Hao was doomed. Even the swordsmanship teacher, Jack, thought so. At that moment, Jack had just happened to be passing by and, upon seeing Yang Hao in mortal danger, threw his personal sword toward him.
However, Jack didn’t believe Yang Hao could actually survive. As a top-tier swordsman, Jack naturally understood just how devastating Wang Zhijun’s sword strike was. Although Wang Zhijun himself hadn’t yet mastered the full power of the technique, it was more than enough to kill Yang Hao.
Yet, to everyone’s shock and complete surprise, after catching the sword, Yang Hao suddenly surged with power, leaping upward. His entire body, along with the sword, transformed into a green dragon, shattering the “Five-Petal Cloud Blossom” into pieces and sending Wang Zhijun flying back several meters.
Wang Zhijun was hastily carried off to the infirmary by several noble students, while Jack brought Yang Hao back to his private room. However, after breaking that sword strike, Yang Hao had remained unconscious, no matter how hard others tried to rouse him.
Amanda stared wide-eyed as Essie anxiously patted Yang Hao’s face, nearly in tears. Amanda was probably too stunned to believe that Essie, known as the campus beauty, would suddenly show so much concern for Yang Hao.
Amanda had never been particularly kind to men. Seeing that Yang Hao hadn’t woken up for a long time, she picked up a basin of cold water nearby and poured it all over Yang Hao in one go.
“Wahhh!!!” Yang Hao screamed loudly as he sprang up from the floor. Just moments ago, he had been soaring peacefully through the Milky Way, and being drenched with cold water was definitely not a pleasant experience.
Seeing that Amanda’s rough method had actually worked, Teacher Jack chuckled slyly and secretly gave her a thumbs-up.
“What are you guys doing?” Yang Hao took the towel Essie offered and pitifully wiped his face.
“It’s us who should be asking you that,” Jack said, sitting on the chair and eyeing Yang Hao curiously. “When did you learn such powerful sword techniques?”
Jack was a tall, thin, middle-aged man with a hooked nose and piercing blue eyes. On the planet Raymon, he was regarded as a top-tier swordsman—although not yet a grand master, his accomplishments were already remarkably impressive for someone not born into a sword family.
Although Jack didn’t recognize the sword technique Yang Hao had used, he could clearly tell it was no ordinary sword art, which only increased his curiosity.
Yang Hao pressed the towel against his forehead, recalling what had just happened. Naturally, he knew that with his own abilities, there was no way he could have won. It must have been Hunyuanzi doing something again to save his life. However, Yang Hao dared not reveal the existence of a sleeping immortal inside his body—he’d surely be dissected by the empire’s mad scientists if he did.
“I don’t know any sword techniques. I just focused all my energy into the sword and then passed out,” Yang Hao casually replied.
“Into the sword?” Jack stroked his own blade thoughtfully. “Could it be that my sword holds some special ability?”
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