Xiao Tian stepped forward. His steps were not hurried, not slow. Each footfall rang like a hammer on the hearts of the crowd. His aura expanded as if it were the horizon itself unfolding across the arena.
His hand lifted, the sword in his grasp vibrating in resonance as though eagerly responding.
"Fifteen… get bigger."
With that command, the once ordinary-sized sword suddenly shimmered with a deep blue-black glow. Before the astonished eyes of countless spectators, the blade swelled, expanding until it transformed into a giant long sword, broad enough to carry seven people lying flat upon it like a massive platform in the air.
Gasps surged through the coliseum.
"Are you seeing this?! His martial spirit can grow that large?"
"It's… it's like a flying treasure vessel!!"
Xiao Tian twirled the gargantuan blade into position with a single finger flick, his spiritual control seamless. With an easy calm, he spoke to his companions:
"Jump on. Ride the sword. Fifteen will carry you safely. From there, strike as you like—or simply watch. Leave the battle to me."
Even as his voice faded, a second blade kindled to life in the palm of his right hand—another sword condensed purely of azure-black energy. In one hand, he wielded a real martial spirit, and in the other, he wielded condensed qi turned to steel. His dual command left the audience slack-jawed.
…
Opposite him, Spider-Woman stiffened, her many limbs twitching nervously.
"What…" she whispered coldly, venom in her voice edged with disbelief. "…Do you plan to take on my entire team alone?"
Kuang Xi, the berserker captain, dug his heels in. Sweat beaded on his temple, but his voice barked in defiance:
"Arrogant brat!" His roar tried to cover his unease. "Overestimating yourself!"
Behind Xiao Tian, however, his six teammates had no doubts. Xiao Wu and the others exchanged shocked but curious glances.
"Really… ride the sword?" Ma Hongjun muttered, eyes wide.
"Come on," Xiao Wu laughed with a grin, seizing Ning Rongrong's hand. With a leap, she set her tiny body comfortably atop the colossus blade. Her delight echoed: "Brother's moves are always the best!"
Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Tang San, and even Oscar followed. Within a heartbeat, all six stood or crouched upon the enormous horizontal sword. It took no wind nor wing—merely Xiao Tian's spiritual control—to lift them upward. Slowly, steadily, the giant sword rose until it hovered like a flying fortress above the arena floor.
The audience lost control.
"Holy heavens!! Emperor Xuanyuan actually created a flying sword platform!"
"Other sword spirit masters can only barely project energy! He… He can both carry people to the sky and still conjure sword qi simultaneously! That's multitasking to a level beyond genius!"
Manager Ao nearly fell forward from his seat, eyes bulging bright. His mind trembled: This is not talent. This is heritage. Someone, somewhere monstrous, must back this youth. Or else… he is an existence beyond explanation.
On the Shrek bench, Flender's jaw dropped. He couldn't even mask it.
Turning stiffly, he whispered hoarsely to Chen Xin. "Senior Sword Douluo… can you… do this? At his level?"
"… …"
Chen Xin's lips sealed shut. Three heartbeats passed before he exhaled heavily through his nose. His expression twisted into complex emotions.
Can I? At Soul Sect level, of course not. Even now, with his peerless title, it wasn't his method.
For the so-called "number one attacking Douluo," revered as swordsman supreme, it tasted bitter to watch a boy barely twelve doing things that defied the very principles of sword martials.
But the bitterness soon cleared, replaced by awe.
"This child…" he whispered hoarsely to himself, his eyes gleaming, "…this child's comprehension outstrips mine. If I taught him, I may even grow ashamed to seek his counsel. To call myself master to one brighter than myself—would only bind him. Better… we remain swordsmen as equals."
For the first time in decades, Sword Douluo Chen Xin felt unworthiness.
High above the field, Xiao Wu spread her arms wide, her rabbit ears twitching happily to the wind.
"Flying on sword! Brother, why does it feel so fun?!"
Ma Hongjun's round face glowed crimson with excitement. Even he, the most hesitant, admitted his heart raced at the sensation.
Fantastical whispers spread to the corners of the stadium.
"Coolest… coolest Soul Master I've ever seen!"
"I hated that arrogant boy at first—but I'll admit it now… He's too damn cool!"
"Brothers, I'm switching sides. From today, I'm Xuanyuan Human Emperor's biggest fan!"
Down below, Kuang Xi's glare twisted. Each cheer shredded his pride further.
"Charge! Break him! Don't falter now!" he screamed furiously.
With Spider-Woman's order serrated sharp, the enhanced Berserker Team vaulted forward, attributes surging by 15% under the earlier Fanaticism.
…
Tang San's hands twitched as he stood atop the sword-platform; his Blue Silver Grass shot out like sweeping rivers.
"Entangle—!"
But his vines collided with Spider-Woman's arachnid limbs. Poison webs slid over his energy… and melted them away.
Snap by snap, his efforts fell under the enemys' coordination. The enhanced Rhino cleaved the rest like paper.
Tang San ground his teeth, trembling. Useless! Again!
…
Below their feet, Xiao Tian exhaled long and sharp. His fourth ring pulsed.
"Fourth Soul Skill—Sky Blue Swift Sword Dance!"
His body swayed, feet gliding into a dance-step light as cloud. With each movement, slow sword qi fanned outward.
Boom—boom—boom—!
Blue-black arcs of aura spun in layers, their heaviness doubling with each pass until even motion was suppressed. Wherever sword energy tilted, Berserker team members cried out.
One, two, three—flung aside. The Monkey Brothers crumpled, ripped out of rhythm by invisible coils. The twin Sheep staggered backward clutching their ribs.
Only the iron defense of Kuang Xi and the tempered agility of Spider-Woman allowed them to weather the flow.
But even they flinched—blood welled faint as Kuang Xi's thigh armor cracked, while Spider-Woman hissed under suppression, her dodge slowed down.
Xiao Tian's sword aura pressed closer, his steps like thunder.
Within two seconds, he had shortened the space until the edge of his qi-blade rested less than fifty centimeters from the Berserker Captain's throat.
"Third skill…" Ye Qi glimmered overhead as Xiao Tian's voice deepened.
Sword Heart Blood Slash!
His sword intent flooded crimson into his blue aura. Energy surged viscously, blood-red edges slicing wicked across air.
Crash!!
Kuang Xi's titanic body erupted backward, smashed skyward like a bull shot by lightning. Spider-Woman shrieked; her legs lashed to intercept but froze midway, caught by sluggish sword waves tightening her joints.
Unable to escape, she tumbled from the stage, fainting midair before hitting the ground.
The Berserker Team collapsed—swept in breath and heartbeat.
The entire fight—shattered in barely two seconds.
"…"
Manager Ao forgot to breathe, forgot to blink, before finally blurting through the microphone:
"Th-the match is over! Winner… Team Shrek!!"
The quiet lasted no longer.
The arena detonated.
"Shrek!!"
"Xuanyuan Human Emperor!! Human Emperor!!"
Shouts roared, thousands strong, vibrating the very stones. Men who had backed the Berserkers seconds before now howled Xuanyuan Tian's name, waving green banners for the first time.
From just one battle, the tide of faith flipped. They weren't supporting Shrek—they were supporting him.
None knew… this youth, who calmly collected their adoration now, would one day shake the entire continent. No, even the God Realm itself would quake under the name Human Emperor.
For Xiao Tian, however, there was one more voice to heed. His system chimed faintly in his head.
[Ding! Congratulations host. Once again, you have deeply impressed Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong and God of Speed Zhu Zhuqing. Triggering system shock. Rewards obtained—Gangzi's complete black history; One 50,000-year custom soul bone (exclude externals).]
Xiao Tian blinked. His face twitched.
"…Black history? What am I supposed to do with that?"
The system remained silent. The new data packet nestled untouched in his storage device.
At least the bone had value. Fifty-thousand years—a treasure. Even if he did not use it himself, it could be kept ready for Xiao Wu when she matured enough for it.
…
In his spiritual space, shoulders of titanic beasts shifted as Daming's deep voice resonated:
"Brother, Xiao Tian's fourth ring skill is monstrous. To any observer, it looks pure offense—yet I remember it distinctly as a speed amplifier. His power now saturates offense and defense into one. It's terrifying."
Er Ming scratched his furry head sheepishly and chuckled. "Haha, true. I forgot—at Soul Master level, he even wounded us both. Isn't this simply normal for him now?"
"It only reminds," Daming rumbled, "that his 'normal'… already surpasses most extraordinary."
Quietly in the side, Ah Yin swayed, cultivating steadily. Yet her eyes glistened with awe as she felt her energy flow.
In only two days after binding, her cultivation had rebirthed to the thousand-year realm.
The sheer speed… the terrifying acceleration… it was unlike anything the Blue Silver Emperor had ever dreamed possible.
Yes. This was Xiao Tian. When he called himself emperor—no one would dare deny it.
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