Reincarnation Paradise: Passion Leads to Greatest Success

Chapter 138 Combat

"No matter how capable you are, I'm sure you can't compare to me."

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The middle-aged violator with unkempt long hair appeared completely unfazed. He simply took out a three-finger-wide longsword, held it in his hand, and waited for the deadly battle to begin.

"You've killed plenty of people like me, haven't you?"

Fang Yu squinted to observe, not in a hurry to make a move. Both sides were locked in a 100-meter barrier, and only the survivors were allowed to leave.

Judging from the other party's appearance, he was obviously very confident in his own strength, as if he had experienced many such deadly battles and survived to this day.

Since the other party is willing to talk, that's fine, he's also quite curious about groups like rule-breakers.

"You're all troublesome people, and you're all neurotic."

Seemingly recalling the pursuers he encountered in previous derivative worlds, the middle-aged violator grumbled wearily.

"Aren't you guys like that?"

Fang Yu chuckled lightly, "To be weak yet attempt to fight against an absolutely powerful being is not just crazy, it's courting death."

"Who wants to die? But there are some things you have to do to die, or you can live. I can't die!"

The middle-aged violator gave a bitter smile, but his gaze became unusually firm as he finished speaking.

A thought struck Fang, and he tentatively asked, "Could it be that you were coerced into becoming a rule-breaker?"

"No need to put on any more masks, let's begin."

The middle-aged violator pointed his sword at Fang Yu, indicating he didn't want to continue the conversation. He still had some arrangements to complete, and the dead didn't need to know too much.

"Alright."

Undeterred by the lack of useful information, Fang Yu approached the edge of the flying carpet, leaped from a height of over ten meters, and landed on the ground as lightly as a feather, without raising a speck of dust.

Clang—

With a soft hum, Fang Yu drew his black blade, held it to his right, and then slowly walked to a distance of ten meters from his opponent before stopping.

The middle-aged violator, who witnessed all of this, looked somewhat solemn, no longer as indifferent as before.

In just a few moves, he witnessed his opponent's profound deflection skills, powerful physique, and impeccable knife-wielding posture.

At least, he couldn't find any openings in his attack.

The method for judging physical strength is also very simple: the more advanced the skill, the more powerful the physique required to support it. At least his physique is completely inferior to the opponent's, and he does not have such skills.

After a simple comparison, the middle-aged violator realized that he was no match for this person, and was even far inferior in terms of weapon handling skills.

Even so, the middle-aged violator was not desperate; on the contrary, it fueled his fighting spirit.

Fang Yu and the middle-aged violator faced off silently for a few seconds, and then, as if by telepathy, they simultaneously charged at each other.

Ten meters was covered in the blink of an eye.

bite----

"What?!"

Seeing the sword's edge intercepted in mid-air by the blade, the middle-aged man's eyes widened. He was deeply shocked by Fang Yu's swordsmanship and confidence. Just how confident was this man in his swordsmanship that he dared to directly intercept his thrust with the tip of his blade?

Sizzle————

The immense force of both sides caused the tiny collision to scatter tiny sparks.

The sword was slowly bending, and the middle-aged man seemed to hear the sword groaning under the strain. He was not using a flexible sword, and if he allowed it to bend like this, it would inevitably break.

Looking at the other party's relaxed expression, he realized that ever since he turned sideways and thrust the knife, he had been continuously applying force to the blade.

Every bit of force could cause a collision between these two points, resulting in an unstable misalignment. Yet, the opponent can always maintain this stability, ensuring that all the force is transferred to their side. This level of precision in control is terrifying.

Cold sweat broke out on the middle-aged man's forehead. He felt a chill run down his spine. Using the force of the sword, he suddenly pushed off with his legs and quickly retreated.

As he retreated, he adopted a defensive stance, his eyes fixed on Fang Yu's movements.

In this kind of confrontation, the worst thing is who can't hold on and has to retreat first. After all, the other side has been gathering strength for a long time. Whoever retreats first will inevitably be attacked by a storm of attacks.

However, after retreating more than ten meters, the middle-aged man discovered that Fang Yu did not press his advantage, but instead held the knife in one hand, as he had at the beginning, positioned to Fang Yu's right.

"The gap is too big!"

Despair welled up in the middle-aged man's heart. After a brief exchange, he realized the huge gap between the two in terms of weapon use, physique, and skills. Even though he knew this from the beginning, he only realized that the gap was even greater than he had imagined when he actually witnessed it.

Now that things had come to this, he had no other choice; he didn't want to die.

Driven by a thirst for life, the middle-aged man cast aside all other thoughts, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and he gripped his sword hilt tightly as he charged forward once more.

The battle resumed. The previous encounter was merely a test; this time, the middle-aged man went all out.

Fang Yu could see the other party's determination, so he simply respected it.

Fear is a human instinct, but courage is the hymn of humanity. Knowing that the gap between the two sides is so great, one still dares to draw his sword and charge forward. Even if the opponent has no way out, just the fact that he dares to fight makes him much stronger than most people.

Ding ding ding————

The clanging of metal echoed within the 100-meter barrier, starting intermittently and gradually increasing in speed.

Every clash of knives and swords produces a string of sparks.

Swordsmanship emphasizes fluidity and endless variations, a point Fang Yu witnessed within seconds of the exchange. Each of his opponent's strikes seemed to be preparation for the next, a direct attack on a vital point. Sometimes he would use feints, changing his stance mid-strike like a venomous snake, while other times a seemingly cunning thrust would transform into a sweeping motion.

Despite the relentless onslaught, Fang Yu never retreated an inch, effortlessly deflecting all of the middle-aged man's attacks with just one hand wielding his sword. The difference in their skill levels was vast, like a novice facing a master swordsman.

The middle-aged man's expression was ferocious. His injuries were increasing, but his attacks did not diminish. Even if he died, he would not let his opponent get away with it.

Ding---Zzz--

Fang Yu held the blade horizontally to block the downward slash. At the moment the swords clashed, a string of sparks and a metal fragment were emitted.

The middle-aged man had lost his composure and actually slashed at the air, leaving the area wide open.

"Bang."

Fang Yu swept his leg across the middle-aged man's waist, causing him to groan and fly more than ten meters away.

After getting up from the ground, the middle-aged man, already disheveled, looked even more wretched as he was covered in dust.

The moment he stood up, he noticed that the sword's edge was covered with nicks of all sizes, and the blade itself had several fine cracks. Checking its attributes, he found that its durability had dropped to 2 points, meaning it would break after a few more clashes.

And this happened even though Fang Yu did not launch an attack.

Seeing the middle-aged man standing there in a daze, Fang Yu knew it was time to deal with him, so he slowly walked forward with his knife in hand.

The due respect has been given; otherwise, the battle could have been resolved with a single strike, and there would have been no need to fight for several minutes.