The Supreme God of Martial Arts novel Chapter 417

Someone darted out of nowhere. It was Symon, the famous King of Blade. He had finally made his move.

The movement was so quick that a person could barely catch it with his eyes. The sparks on Symon's sharp blade appeared one moment and vanished the next, making it obvious to all that his art of blade was perfection.

The speed of the blade was not in the least reduced by the air friction. The spectators watched the soul-stirring scene with bated breath.

Seeing the blade coming at him, Austin took a step back from his position. His movement was barely perceivable. It was always better to stay put than to move.

Time seemed to freeze and the air itself seemed to stop moving. It was so quiet and still that one could hear a pin drop.

This was the only chance Symon would get, so the blow he delivered had to be deadly.

A decisive blow.

The sharp edge of the blade approached Austin with an apparent crushing force.

The friction between the blade and the air created more gleaming sparks. The blinding light ricocheted in every direction. Time seemed to stop and space seemed to halt its existence. The spectators' thoughts and souls were as if caged by an undeniable fear. However, Austin himself was unaffected. He was still sharp and swift. This time, he dodged quickly to his right.

The blade came down with a terrific crash. Austin stood on the tips of his toes. It looked like he had evaded the deadly attack without the slightest scratch. A mighty bang echoed across the battle ring. The blade had lacerated the ground, erupting showers of sparks at the exact time it made nearby stones fly and burst into scorching flames. They were as bright as the sun. The crowd was nearly blinded.

By the time the spectators regained steady breaths, the magnificent scene previously before them had vanished. The two opponents standing seemed so tranquil, like nothing fazed them at all. However, the brutally damaged battle ring said otherwise.

'The chilling blade and the sparks, were they real?' people wondered as they snapped out of their dreamlike state.

Austin and Symon looked at each other in absolute silence.

The spectators whispered among themselves. They were eager to know which of them would launch the next fierce attack and emerge the victor.

Would Austin triumph over Symon? Or would he wind up dying today?

All of a sudden, astonishingly, Austin's body started to fall apart. Skin came off his flesh and the flesh fell away from his bones, painting a painfully gory picture. Austin shook, twisted, his body distorting terribly before he finally shattered to pieces.

What in the heavens just happened?

Before people could react, the accelerated cremation was done and dusted. The only part of Austin left was soon swept up by sighing winds from the deep woods. People were lost as to what happened. That was it? The end of Austin? Such a tragedy!

Before the people could celebrate another victory from the King of Blade, something even stranger occurred before their eyes.

Oh! What was that?

A shadow?

"How do you not have more faith in me? I am not dead yet. King of Blade, don't rejoice so soon," said Austin, his voice reverberating across the arena. He sounded like he was from the nether world.