1162 Ten Minute Countdown

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal colliding with each other resounded without stopping as over a hundred cultivators tried to cut Yuan's body.

However, no matter how much strength they put in their swings, nobody there could scratch his skin, much less make him bleed.

"How is this possible?! What kind of trick is he using to block our attacks?!" 

The cultivators refused to believe that Yuan had an invincible body.

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. You have seven minutes before I make my move." Yuan would provoke them with a menacing smile on his face every minute, reminding them of their impending doom.

Of course, this made the cultivators even more intense.

"Your body may be untouchable, but what about your eyes?!" A woman suddenly propelled herself forward with fierceness, wielding a slender, razor-sharp sword, aimed with deadly precision at Yuan's very sight.

But alas, just like the rest of his body, her sword could not penetrate his eyes. 

"Let's try spiritual attacks! There's no way he cultivated both his body and mind to the same degree!" Someone there suddenly suggested.

However, since techniques that directly attacked one's spirit were incredibly rare, nobody there actually knew of any. This was why nobody tried it in the first place.

"Nobody here knows any spiritual attacks?! Damn it!"

"A-Actually, I know one, but it's not really meant to do any damage…" Someone there suddenly said.

"I don't care! If it has a chance to break his defenses, use it!"

"Alright."

A beauty with long black hair came forward and stood before Yuan, who continued to stand there in an unfazed manner. 

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, feeling a little awkward, as she has never gotten the chance to use this technique without retaliation from the other party. 

After taking a deep breath, she lifted both her arms and made several hand gestures while facing them at Yuan.

"Spiritual Constriction Art!"

Yuan immediately felt an unforce entering his mind. However, due to his immense soul strength that was incomparably stronger than the woman, it was destroyed just as quickly as it entered his mind.

A moment of silence later, when Yuan showed no reaction, the woman mumbled, "I think it worked."

"Really? What was it supposed to do?" Yuan suddenly asked, startling the woman to the point it made her jump back like a scared kitten.

"I-It didn't work!" She quickly corrected herself.

"Anyways, you have five minutes left. Or should I just save some time and kill all of you now, since it's clear that nobody here can kill me."

The cultivators there immediately became defensive after hearing his words with some of them even running away.

Yuan laughed at their reaction.

"Or I can spare your lives. However, since you all refused my offer in the beginning, I will no longer teach you guys any technique."

"With that being said, if you are willing to accept my challenge and survive one of my strikes, I will give you a chance to learn a technique."

The cultivators there looked at each other, wondering what they would do in this situation. Should they risk their life, or should they just leave?

"You have three minutes to decide before I kill everyone that is still here." Yuan reminded them that the timer was still counting down. Of course, he had no real intentions of killing them and just wanted to mess with them.

"I-I am willing to accept the challenge!" A short man stepped forward with a resolute expression on his face.

Since he risked his life to come this far without any guarantees that he'd gain anything from the Sword Graveyard, he might as well risk his life again for this.

"Very well. And don't expect me to go easy on you." Yuan said.

The others quickly gave them some space.

"I will move in exactly 10 seconds from now. Try your best to stay alive."

The man swallowed nervously.

And as he stood there, every passing second felt like an eternity, as if time itself had come to a standstill.

When the appointed moment finally arrived, Yuan swiftly drew forth his sword with a graceful and fluid motion, his sword emanating an aura of immense power that surged forth in a wave of unfettered Sword Aura, aimed at the man.

It was at this moment that the man regretted his decision, but it was too late to back down. 

"AAAAAAHHHH!" The man released a beastly roar as all of the strength in his body gushed forward like a broken dam, his life depending on it to block Yuan's Sword Aura.

When the man's sword clashed with Yuan's Sword Aura, he immediately realized the difference in their strength. It was like heaven and earth, and he felt like a mortal before an unattainable strength that will forever haunt his soul.

With their clash, the man's sword was cleanly sliced in two by the Sword Aura, leaving him defenseless before the unstoppable force.

The Sword Aura continued its unrelenting advance, cleaving through the air with a fearsome intensity until it made contact with the man's chest, carving a deep and lasting scar into his flesh.

In that moment, the man was brought to the brink of death, his very essence laid bare before the merciless might of Yuan's Sword Aura.

The onlookers swallowed nervously after witnessing the scene.

The spectacle before them was not a showcase of Yuan's sword techniques, but a display of his raw power that was channeled through his Sword Aura.

However, unbeknownst to them, that wasn't even half of Yuan's full strength, as he'd held back just enough so that he wouldn't kill his challenger.

Yuan turned to look at the crowd and asked them, "Anyone got a restoration pill for him? He might really die at this rate."

Someone quickly came forward to offer a mid-quality restoration pill.

Once consumed, the man's bleeding immediately stopped and his breathing became steady, but the scar on his chest remained.

"Since you managed to survive, I will teach you a sword technique from any sword that existed within the Sword Graveyard, but seeing your current condition, let's postpone this until I go through everyone else here."

"Okay…" The man nodded in a stiff movement. 

Yuan turned to look at the others with a devil-like smile, "So, who else wants to challenge me?"