The Supreme God Chapter 4154 The Last Opponent

The space in front of Austin was broken into pieces,

completely disappearing.

Clung!

The two sword lights collided in the middle of the swordsmanship world,

causing time

to stop.

Everything froze, making the world resemble a photograph.

A few seconds later,

everything came back.

The space and time were squeezed by the extremely violent energy and deformed into several new
shapes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Loud explosions rang out constantly, hurting everyone's ears.

Mushroom-shaped clouds that were created by energy and law explosions rose into the air.

"This guy..." Sword Son Curry began to compliment but he stopped.

He was sitting on the path of the Divine Sword Mountain, watching the fight unfold. He was proud of
Austin's skill and ability to fight for so long.



Austin's performance was much better than he expected it to be.

"Look at this! He's doing well," the grey-robed elder remarked with a smile.

He knew that Austin had potential.

"Humph!"

Rollins and other three governing gods crossed their arms and huffed repeatedly.

This whole time they had been mocking Austin;

however, Austin was constantly proving them wrong.

"They're going to tie.

That's all the brat is capable of.

Even if he wins, there is still one last sword skill that he needs to pass and it's more powerful than the
previous ones.

I don't think he can make it through,"

Rollins said in a loud voice.

He scowled up at Austin.

Meanwhile,

Austin stood

and looked at the handsome young man.



Admiration was written all over both their faces.

Both of their sword skills were impressive, and they would be fools not to acknowledge it.

"Again!"

Austin shouted and sent a second attack.

"Ha! Most don't want to continue fighting! This is fun!"

the good-looking young man replied, laughing and running towards him.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

For a moment, the world was filled with sharp sword light.

All the spectators watched with

dazzling light reflected in their wide eyes.

The longer the fight lasted, the more impressed Austin was by the young man's sword techniques.

Time flew by quickly.

Austin and the young man spent days locked in the fight.

Time then stretched on for months.

In a blink of an eye, three years had elapsed.

One day, Austin looked at the young man.

"Let's end this today,"



Austin said.

Swoosh!

He unleashed a sword light and it spun above his head.

The sword light gave off a dignified and sacred aura.

It contained the essence of swordsmanship.

Austin's strike seemed unstoppable.

It went thousands of feet above their heads,

causing the young man to have to narrow his eyes.

"You made a breakthrough in swordsmanship.

There is no need to fight. I surrender,"

the young man said as he shook his head.

"What?"

His words left Austin surprised.

Fortunately, with Austin's current swordsmanship level, he could easily withdraw his move.

He concentrated and the sword light vanished into thin air.

"I had great time fighting with you,"

Austin said humbly as he cupped his hands at the young man.



Since his opponent had admitted defeat, there was no need to continue the fight. They were not
enemies.

The young man turned around and disappeared in one step.

"There is still one test left,"

Austin murmured to himself.

It had been nearly two hundred years since he set foot in this world.

During that time, Austin had participated in a lot of battles.

It was a valuable, memorable experience for him.

He was being constantly tested, which was a rare chance for him to hone his sword skills.

In the past two hundred years, he had made astonishing progress in swordsmanship.

So far, he had broken three thousand five hundred and ninety nine swords skills.

Now it was difficult to harm him using sword skills.

He had come here to gain the most authentic swordsmanship.

The sword techniques and moves were no longer that important to him.

While Austin was wondering who would be his next opponent,

a figure appeared in front of him.

He raised his head



and saw that it was the grey-robed elder.

"It's you, sir!"

Austin exclaimed, bowing quickly and clumsily.

'I never thought we would have to battle.

He is the one who let me enter this world.

He's the sword spirit.

I can't defeat him,' Austin thought to himself.

Before he set off for the Sword Cosmos, Sword Son Curry had told him about the five sword spirits on
the Divine Sword Mountain.

According to Sword Son Curry, each sword spirit possessed formidable strength.

Even Sword Son Curry had respect for the sword spirits.

Austin didn't think he could beat a sword spirit.

"Are you afraid?" the old man in grey asked.

No one could read his emotions.

"I do feel stressed, sir," Austin replied honestly.

He took a deep breath and

forced himself to meet the gaze of the elder in grey.



"I am the sword spirit of the Divine Sword Mountain. You cannot match me.

You already know I can defeat you easily,"

the elder in grey said, staring at Austin with a playful look.

He stood tall, like a sharp sword that was about to be unsheathed.

"So, young man, think about it carefully. Do you want to try?

Once I make a move, you will be hurt

or you may die.

Since ancient times, countless sword cultivators have accepted the test and many of them have
perished at my hands."

When the elder spoke, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes.

"Sir, I've made up my mind.

I must reach the top of the Divine Sword Mountain no matter what,"

Austin said decisively.

"If you say so. Let's get started,"

the elder in grey said.

Without touching him, he hit Austin with his hand.

His move was simple and direct.



It didn't look potent.

He swung like an ordinary human.

There was no immense energy, brilliant law of swordsmanship, or fancy sword moves.

There was nothing special about the elder's blow;

however,

Austin had turned pale.

All the energy and laws related to swordsmanship in his body were instantly frozen.

Stupefied, he felt chills run down his spine. His mind went blank.

He couldn't do anything.

He watched as the elder's hand approached him, aimed at his head.


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