Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1494 The Edge of the Legacy
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"Hold on!"

Feng Sha's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting him.

Feng Sha strode over to Feng Poyue's side, his gaze complex.

Feng Poyue frowned, his voice weary: "Madman, we've lost. There's no need for this anymore."

The intense pain from the wound and the mental strain made his voice sound weak.

“I know,” Feng Sha replied in a low voice.

He was well aware that the outcome was already decided.

His gaze passed over Feng Poyue and was fixed on Chen Mu, who had already returned to Chen Xiaojun's side.

There was no dejection in his eyes, only an almost stubborn fighting spirit burning within them.

He looked in Chen Xiaojun's direction and said, word by word, "Chen Xiaojun, our Shenfeng team lost this match. There's nothing more to say."

However, the next second, he suddenly raised the huge Wind Demon Sword in his hand, pointing it directly at Chen Mu: "But I hope you can give me some time to have the duel with him that we couldn't finish before!"

Chen Mu raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at Feng Sha whose sword tip was pointing at him, and a playful smile appeared on his lips: "It seems you have quite a high opinion of yourself."

It was impossible to tell whether his tone was sarcastic or admiring.

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s high or low,” Feng Sha said calmly, with a pure and unwavering gaze. “It’s a rare opportunity, just a wish.”

Chen Xiaojun glanced at the stubborn Feng Sha, then at Chen Mu whose fighting spirit had not subsided, his eyes flickered slightly, and finally said calmly, "So be it."

He then turned to the referee, who had already descended from the arena and was hovering not far away.

The referee's gaze swept over both sides, and upon seeing Feng Poyue's heavy nod, he immediately understood the consensus between them.

In such high-level competitions, it is not uncommon for core members of the losing team to propose a one-on-one duel to fulfill their wishes, provided both parties agree.

He nodded expressionlessly, which was tantamount to acquiescing to what was to come.

Chen Mu glanced at the wound on Feng Sha's shoulder blade, which was still bleeding from the cut made by the Han Guang Sword, and reminded him, "Your shoulder is injured, so it would be dishonorable for me to win."

Feng Sha grinned, his expression ruthless and domineering: "It's just a minor injury, it won't affect the fight!"

Before he finished speaking, a soft, pure white light, lighter than a feather, drifted precisely onto the wound on his shoulder.

A flash of light, and the deep wound on the shoulder blade, which exposed bone, healed and scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the internal meridians may not have recovered yet, at least the outer skin stopped bleeding, greatly reducing the pain.

Feng Sha was slightly startled. Following his instincts, he looked up and saw that the faint light of soul power on Xiao Yi's fingertips behind Chen Xiaojun had just dissipated, and she was calmly looking at him.

His eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent, only nodding slightly in Xiaoyi's direction, everything understood without being said.

"Alright, everyone unrelated, step back!" the referee's cool voice rang out.

The remaining members of the Chang'an team and Shenfeng Academy had no further objections and retreated from the central area of ​​the Soul Arena in an orderly manner, each occupying a corner.

With Feng Lie's help, Feng Poyue stepped back, while the arriving healing soul masters treated Feng Yu and Feng Cang.

On the vast Soul Battle Stage, only Chen Mu and Feng Sha remained, standing facing each other.

Feng Sha slowly raised the heavy Wind Demon Sword in his hand, and the gale re-gathered on the sword, emitting a muffled whistle.

A faint glimmer of lightning appeared between Chen Mu's fingers, and the Seven Kill Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its aura like a dormant volcano.

The final battle, which belonged only to the two of them, was about to begin.

……

Before the dust had completely settled in the center of the Battle Arena, Feng Sha and Chen Mu were already locked in a fierce battle like lightning.

Feng Sha's figure moved like the wind, and the blue-purple Wind Demon Sword in his hand hissed.

"First Soul Skill: Wind Demon Shadow!"

The sword strikes were as swift as a sudden downpour, and more than a dozen illusory and indistinguishable cutting marks instantly enveloped Chen Mu.

Chen Mu activated "Sword Wings Flying," stepping on the Seven Stars Stepping Heavenly Pivot—the matching footwork of the Nine Yin Big Dipper Sword Formation.

This move, Tianji Step, involves three consecutive leaps, small-amplitude, high-frequency changes of direction, and a trajectory like twinkling starlight. It can evade multiple locking techniques and allows one to navigate through the sword net with extreme danger.

With a move from the Lone Peak Sword Technique, "Shadow Moves a Thousand Mountains," the Seven Kill Swords, like countless stars, precisely pierced and broke through the sword shadows.

"Wind Bind - Sky Rift!"

A crescent-shaped wind blade, like a deathly blue light, silently slashed towards him. Chen Mu spun around and dodged quickly, flicking his sword tip back to deflect the wind blade's trajectory.

The wind-driven offensive continued.

"Chaotic Wind - A Thousand-Foot Cliff!"

Countless tiny wind blades rained down like a storm, blocking and obstructing movement.

Dust and Shepherd's sword danced like a mountain, and even amidst the clanging and exploding sounds, wind blades still scraped past, leaving behind faint traces of blood.

Just as Feng Sha was about to take advantage of Chen Mu's slightly shifted center of gravity to launch a surprise attack on his right leg—

As if he had anticipated this, Chen Mu turned and stepped forward, a cold glint flashing back at an even faster speed to stab Feng Sha in the ribs where his shoulder injury had slowed him down.

The sword light was like a venomous snake, instantly tearing through the wind and bringing death at its doorstep!

Feng Sha spun his wrist rapidly, and the demonic sword, enveloped in a deep purple gale, instantly churned.

"Second Soul Skill: Wind Demon Turbulence!"

A rapidly spinning vortex composed of countless tiny wind blades suddenly surged out, its trajectory unpredictable as it swirled towards Chen Mu's waist and ribs, leaving sharp whistling airflow and dense white streaks on the ground in its wake. Facing the chaotic wind blades that were closing in, Chen Mu's eyes were as hard as iron; instead of retreating, he advanced.

With a step forward of his right foot, the Seven Kill Sword suddenly erupted with an extremely condensed and cold light!
"Second Soul Skill: Sword Falls on the Lone Goose!"

With a low shout, the sword, like a cold star piercing the sky, neither dodged nor avoided, but directly stabbed the eye of the raging vortex, the core of the most violent force—the rapidly spinning side edge of the Wind Demon Sword.

"clang--!"

A deafening bang exploded, and sparks flew like a waterfall.

The raging cyclone was precisely targeted at its vital point, and instantly dissipated by more than half.

The two forces collided violently, and Feng Sha was forced back half a step. Chen Mu's arm muscles suddenly tensed, and a strong tingling and numbness came from the tiger's mouth.

Although this sword strike failed to completely break the opponent's attack, it used offense as defense, forcefully striking the strongest point of the swirling wind demon current and interrupting the continuous offensive of the wind demon.

Using the momentum, Chen Mu took two steps back, then slashed his sword in reverse, "light shining through the clouds," and a cold sword aura silently slashed towards Feng Sha's old wound on his right shoulder.

Feng Sha's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Just as the Seven Kill Sword Qi reached his body, he suddenly took a step back, and the sword's momentum suddenly became heavy.

"Third Soul Skill: Shadow Enters the Sword, Condense!"

Its soul rings flashed slightly, and from the surging deep purple gale on the sword, several twisted demonic shadows, like solid smoke, suddenly emerged and instantly merged into the sword.

The Wind Demon Sword remained unchanged in size the instant the demonic shadow merged with it. The sword was coated with a dark metallic luster, and its aura suddenly deepened, exuding a mountain-like sense of oppression!
Demon Sword Unleashed Form!
With the sudden solidification of the sword body, Feng Sha forcefully twisted his wrist to change his move, using the power of a heavy sword far exceeding the norm to forcefully break through that tricky sword energy.

However, the change of tactics was ultimately hasty, and the stagnation caused the remaining force of the sword energy to glide across his ribs, leaving a deep gash on Feng Sha's taut muscles. The gash was close to the location of his shoulder injury, which intensified the pain.

"Roar!"

Feng Sha roared in pain and fury, unleashing his heavy sword, now entwined with demonic shadows, with a heavy whistling sound as it tore through the wind, and cleaved down at Chen Mu with the force of a giant axe splitting a mountain.

"Wind crushes bones"

The heavy wind pressed down like a tangible hammer.

Chen Mu's feet moved swiftly and strangely, using the "Seven Star Steps - Heavenly Spin" technique. His body moved rapidly to the side like a drifting catkin in the wind, narrowly avoiding the heavy blow aimed at him.

The heavy gale slammed into the ground, creating a deep crater. Debris flew up like locusts, cutting several shallow gashes on his left arm, causing a burning pain.

How could Feng Sha allow him to catch his breath? The heavy sword followed him like a shadow, and the moves became increasingly fierce, each strike carrying a savage power capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.

Chen Mu, like a slippery fish, used speed to defeat slowness. His Seven Kill Swords were like twinkling stars, each strike cunning and ruthless, stabbing, slashing, cutting, and wiping, specifically targeting the gaps left by Feng Sha's heavy sword swings and his stiff side due to his shoulder injury.

The two fought back and forth for about half a cup of tea's time, with smoke and air waves constantly exploding and then dissipating around them.

Clang! Clang! Splatter! ...

The sounds of intense impacts mingled with the sounds of bodies being slashed by sharp blades.

Feng Sha continued to accumulate sword wounds. Although his Shadow Form provided strong defense, it was not enough to completely withstand such rapid and cunning attacks.

While dodging and blocking, Chen Mu was occasionally affected by the heavy wind pressure, causing his internal organs to tremble and his movements to become slightly sluggish.

……

On the Soul Battle Stage, Chen Mu and Feng Sha were locked in a fierce battle, their back-and-forth exchanges accompanied by resounding clangs.

Zhu Wuneng watched the fierce battle on the stage, especially the strange demonic sword that Feng Sha Na wielded, sometimes elusive and sometimes heavy.

Finally unable to resist, he tugged at Chen Xiaojun beside him and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what's that guy on stage doing, fighting so hard against Fifth Brother? The team battle is already lost, why does he have to go and make trouble for himself in a one-on-one fight?"

Dugu Fu, Su Ningxia, and the others also turned their heads slightly upon hearing this, casting curious glances.

They also felt that Feng Sha's last act was somewhat stubborn.

Standing beside Zhu Wuneng, Chen Shurui couldn't help but sigh and rub his forehead: "Wuneng, it's understandable that they don't know."

"But you grew up in the village, you must know a little about the rise and fall of your family and the origins of its branches, right?"

There's clearly a story behind that statement.

Zhu Wuneng scratched his head: "Isn't this from the secret realm years ago?"

Chen Shurui scoffed. Wasn't he also in the secret realm? He couldn't even come up with a good excuse for being lazy.

Chen Xiaojun's gaze remained fixed on the figure that darted and moved on the Soul Battle Stage. His voice rang out steadily as he explained to everyone: "Back then, the Heavenly Soldier Sect was destroyed, and the Qinggang Sword Sect was hunted down by the Zhitian Sect. The Chen family was scattered and scattered."

"Under the blood-red high pressure that lasted for six or seven hundred years and whose lives were filled with uncertainty, in order to survive, the scattered bloodline of the Chen family also gave birth to quite a few... mutated sword-type martial souls."

He paused, just as a loud, muffled sound came from the stage as the Wind Demon Heavy Sword cleaved through the stone slab, filling the air with dust.

"At that time, the remaining members of the Chen family still had some strength to secretly protect them and did their best to preserve several sword lineages."

"Oh—!" Zhu Wuneng slapped his thigh, almost jumping up. "So this guy on stage wielding the Wind Demon Sword is one of the mutated sword types?"

“Indeed,” Chen Shurui replied, his eyes becoming serious. “The Wind Demon Sword lineage originated from the Chen family’s legacy. Its ancestor was a powerful member of the Chen family whose martial soul underwent a mutation under high pressure.”

"They share the same Chen family blood."

On the stage, Feng Sha roared and his heavy sword, carrying a demonic shadow, slashed down again with terrifying force.

Zhu Wuneng's eyelids twitched, and he became even more confused: "Then why is he so determined to go against Fifth Young Master? Just because of our family's strength?"

Chen Xiaojun's gaze was profound, as if he had traveled through time: "Because, in the two or three hundred years after my Chen family was established, the true direct lineage and bloodline of the Qinggang Sword Chen family... were completely severed."

His voice carried a hint of historical weight and the desolation of things having settled. “My Seven Kill Sword Dust Clan, as the strongest and closest to orthodox Chen clan in existence at the time, inherits their will and continues their responsibility of ancestral temple sacrifices.”

(End of this chapter)