Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 250 A Clash of the World's Finest Players (Two Chapters Combined)

Li Fu had also heard the commotion outside the dungeon and knew who the person was, so he simply replied coldly.

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking, so step aside."

Zhao Changgeng spoke slowly.

"I have heard of your reputation. It is said that the sword energy has taken form, and the sword art that has been lost for a hundred years can be reproduced in your hands. It is truly rare."

He paused, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence.

"However, the Prince of Nankang's residence is not a place where you can act recklessly."

Our founding emperor established the empire, pacified the land, and possessed unparalleled military prowess. Even I deeply admire him, and his descendants are not to be disrespected.

"Looks like you're not going to move aside."

Li Fu looked at him calmly and said, "Zhao Changgeng? I've heard you're known as the Overlord Blade, one of the pinnacles of swordsmanship in the world."

"I'd like to see just how powerful your 'Overlord Blade' really is, enough to support your meddling in other people's business everywhere."

Are you sure?

Junior.

In my entire life, I have never let a single person live under my knife.

It is truly remarkable that you possess such martial arts skills at such a young age. Even if I were to kill you, it would probably take some effort.

My birthday is approaching, and I don't want to see blood.

If you stop now and leave on your own, I can let you go.

As Zhao Changgeng spoke, his deep eyes remained calm and unwavering, as if stating a predetermined fact, exuding an air of dominance.

It was as if killing Li Fu was not a problem for him; his only concern was that his birthday was approaching and it might be inappropriate to shed blood.

The two greatest masters of the era faced off, their auras clashing, and everyone else held their breath, not daring to even make a sound.

"If you step back now, you'll still have a chance to consider your birthday celebration."

otherwise--"

Li Fudao.

"This might be your last birthday celebration!"

Everyone was shocked to hear this. Although Li Fu rose to prominence like a meteor and was a renowned figure in the martial arts world, dazzling and worthy of respect by everyone, Zhao Changgeng had been famous for much longer. He was like a towering mountain that could only be looked up to, standing at the pinnacle of the sword path and overlooking the martial arts world for decades.

In today's martial arts world, probably no one dares to be so disrespectful to the Overlord Blade.

Instead of being angry, Zhao Changgeng smiled, a slight smile curving his lips as if he were appreciating something, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"good.

They have courage; a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

When I was young, I was just like you.

but-"

He held his precious sword horizontally in front of him.

"Anyone who dares to say such a thing to me is already dead."

He slowly held the knife horizontally in front of him, sunlight shining on the scabbard. The dark blade reflected the light, and two ancient seal characters could be vaguely seen engraved on the scabbard: "Slaying the Mountain".

"This sword is named Mountain Slayer, forged from meteorite iron from outer space. To die by this sword is not an insult to you, junior."

Before Li Fu had made a name for himself in the martial arts world, he had already heard of this famous sword. Legend has it that it was forged by a grandmaster of swordsmanship more than a hundred years ago from meteorite iron. It could cut hair in two and slice iron like mud, making it one of the most powerful and divine weapons of the time.

After Zhao Changgeng obtained this sword, his swordsmanship became even more domineering and fierce. With a single slash, his momentum was like a mountain collapsing, hence the name "Domineering Sword" among the martial arts world.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Changgeng made his move.

This movement was incredibly fast.

Before everyone could see, Zhao Changgeng appeared five zhang in front of Li Fu, slashing horizontally with his Zhan Yue Dao (a type of sword).

The blade light streaked across the sky like a bolt of lightning, its energy spreading outwards and creating a visible crescent-shaped arc. Where the blade energy swept across the ground, the stone slabs cracked silently, their surfaces as smooth as mirrors.

The blade's domineering power seemed to cleave the world in two.

"Formless and without substance, it is formed from internal energy."

"You wouldn't be wronged to die by my Six Meridian Divine Sword."

Li Fu pointed his finger and unleashed the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

An invisible sword of energy, as clear as light, silently emerged from his fingertips. Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to be torn apart like the surface of a lake, creating ripples.

His sword-wielding posture was calm and graceful, as if he were not fighting to the death. His sword intent was ethereal and lofty, like a gentle breeze ruffling a pond in spring, yet it also contained a faint killing intent.

The sword energy and the saber energy collided in mid-air.

With a muffled boom, at the center of the collision between the two forces, the air visibly distorted for a moment, and the shockwave spread in all directions.

The stone slabs on the ground were torn apart by the combined sword and saber energy, shattering into pieces that stretched out to both sides, while pebbles fell from the artificial rockery walls.

Zhao Changgeng's slash was blocked head-on by Li Fu's sword energy, and his advance came to an abrupt halt.

"The younger generation is indeed quite capable."

He missed his first strike, but his momentum didn't stop.

"But that's not enough!"

His second strike followed immediately. The Mountain-Slaying Blade drew a perfect and sharp arc in the air, and a crescent-shaped blade of light descended from the sky with an invincible and domineering aura. Wherever the blade's energy passed, a three-foot-deep trench was plowed into the ground.

This strike was faster, heavier, and more ferocious than before, like an ancient behemoth pouncing with all its might, trying to crush everything in its path into dust.

"Your nickname is indeed fitting; your swordsmanship is brutal."

Li Fu remained expressionless, took a slight step back with his right foot, lowered his body slightly, and extended his right sword finger once more.

He drew his sword with composure, the invisible sword energy seemingly coming to life between his fingers, gently guiding and leading it like a willow branch brushing the water.

Zhao Changgeng's powerful, mountain-splitting strike was deflected, the blade grazing Li Fu's side before striking the ground. The terrifying and domineering strike was effortlessly neutralized.

Immediately afterward, Li Fu moved suddenly, using the Lingbo Weibu technique. His figure swept across the ground like a wisp of green smoke, and with his clothes fluttering, he had already approached Zhao Changgeng within three zhang.

The three-foot-long sword of energy at the tip of his right hand then turned into a cold, moon-like arc of light, aiming straight for Zhao Changgeng's face.

Zhao Changgeng hurriedly parried with his sword, and the clash of swords produced a clear, resonant sound.

As the shockwave spread out, Li Fu used the force to spin around, and his three-foot-long sword changed from a slash to a thrust, the tip pointing directly at Zhao Changgeng's chest.

Zhao Changgeng's sword, which had been used to block the sword's edge, forced him to take a half-step back. His gaze fell on the invisible sword of energy at Li Fu's fingertips, which seemed to be tangible. His eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"What a brilliant sword energy formation!"

My Mountain-Slaying Blade was forged from meteorite iron from outer space. There are very few weapons in the world that can withstand a single strike from me without being destroyed.

Your invisible sword energy, seemingly formless and intangible, actually managed to clash head-on with my Mountain-Slaying Blade without dissipating. Truly a masterpiece lost for a hundred years!

While he was speaking, he suddenly launched a counterattack, unleashing three strikes in quick succession: a horizontal slash, a diagonal sweep, and a downward chop. Each strike was a seamless and unstoppable attack.

His renowned Overlord Blade Technique was unleashed in full force in his hands.

Each strike carried the immense force of a collapsing mountain, and each move contained the overwhelming power of thunder.

The glint of blades flashed, and the aura of their blades filled the air, as if the entire garden was enveloped by an invisible force field.

Li Fu stepped forward, his figure weaving through the sky filled with sword light. The invisible sword energy in his hand seemed to transform into a spring breeze and a stream of water, ethereal and elusive, endlessly colliding with the domineering sword energy.

His swordsmanship was elegant and graceful, each strike precisely targeting the weakest point in Zhao Changgeng's sword technique.

One sword strike severed the momentum of the blade, another forced back any subsequent changes, and yet another compelled Zhao Changgeng to withdraw his sword and retreat to defend.

When the two clashed, Zhao Changgeng's sword strikes were like crashing waves, each strike heavier than the last.

But Li Fu was like a small boat, seemingly about to be swallowed by the giant waves, yet he always managed to find a crack in the raging waves and stand firmly on the crest of the wave, riding the giant waves.

His swordsmanship was sometimes as gentle and graceful as a spring breeze blowing through willow branches, and sometimes as clear and cold as autumn water flowing over long stones.

Each sword strike carries a natural rhythm, as if he is not fighting against someone, but dancing with his sword alone. With a carefree and unrestrained air, he forces people to retreat step by step.

A lofty and ethereal sword intent spread out, captivating even the spectators, who felt that this sword technique seemed to be otherworldly and invincible.

Someone murmured, "What kind of sword technique is this? It is so exquisite and unparalleled. I have never heard of it before. Could it be created by a celestial being from beyond the heavens?"

"I've been watching for so long, and I still can't figure out which direction his next sword will come from—"

The other person's voice trembled: "His sword seems to have no fixed moves. Every strike is spontaneous, but every strike is like a willow swaying in the spring breeze, just right and penetrating everywhere."

Even though he had just been severely injured by Li Fu and was coughing up blood, one of the prince's retainers who wielded a sword couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, feeling that he was far inferior to him.

"It's not that he has no moves, but rather that his swordsmanship has broken free from the constraints of moves, reaching a state of complete freedom—"

"I have practiced martial arts for thirty years, and only today have I truly witnessed what it means to have divine swordsmanship."

To everyone's astonishment, the two had exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.

The energy of swords and blades crisscrossed, shattering the stone slabs, collapsing the artificial hills, breaking the pillars of the corridors, and leaving the garden in a mess.

With a single slash, Zhao Changgeng cleaved a ten-foot-tall artificial mountain in two, causing it to collapse with a deafening roar, scattering rocks everywhere.

Li Fu swept a sword aura across the ground, leaving a sword mark several feet deep with smooth, mirror-like edges.

"Li Fu, the celestial being who descended from the heavens, truly lives up to his name."

What an ethereal and lofty swordsmanship! What a superb swordsmanship, where sword energy takes form!

During the exchange, Zhao Changgeng's brows gradually furrowed. He had faced countless enemies throughout his life, and no fewer than a hundred renowned masters had died by his blade, but he had never encountered such a formidable opponent, which made him somewhat alarmed.

His opponent's swordsmanship was ethereal and lofty, each strike seemingly coming from beyond the heavens, leaving him completely unable to fathom the origin of the next strike.

Once the sword gains the upper hand, its momentum unfolds continuously. The invisible sword energy sometimes thrusts straight like a rainbow piercing the sun, and sometimes slashes diagonally like a gentle breeze brushing against a willow. Every strike is perfectly timed.

His Overlord Blade Technique emphasizes overwhelming power and continuous, unstoppable momentum. However, Li Fu's repeated strikes disrupted his rhythm, preventing his blade from forming a cohesive whole. It was as if a surging river had been cut into several sections, hindering the power of his technique and leaving him with no advantage.

"Your swordsmanship is beyond reproach; though it is superb, unique, ethereal, and lofty."

However, he cannot be considered the undisputed best in the world. As far as I know, there are at least a few others who can rival him in swordsmanship and are equally renowned in their time.

But more importantly, Li Fu's invisible sword energy could change length and direction, moving left and right without being restricted by the shape of the weapon. It was light, swift, and incredibly powerful. When combined with his exquisite and ethereal swordsmanship, its power was simply unpredictable, far exceeding any battle he had ever experienced.

"But your sword energy has solidified into a form. I have been through countless battles since I started out, but today, when I fight you, all my past experience of fighting to the death has become useless."

One careless mistake could lead to a fatal error.

Zhao Changgeng slashed horizontally with his sword, the blade energy sweeping across like a bolt of lightning. Li Fu pointed his sword, and the three-foot sword energy suddenly transformed into a ten-foot one, slashing down diagonally from above, forcing Zhao Changgeng to withdraw his sword and defend.

He slashed vertically with his sword, the blade's energy splitting the ground several feet high. Li Fu's figure swayed slightly, and the sword energy shortened and moved nimbly, already stabbing towards his ribs from an unbelievable angle. He hurriedly turned to the side and barely managed to avoid it.

The invisible sword of energy could change length at will; one moment it was a three-foot-long blade, the next it swelled to over ten feet, slashing straight at the face.

You thought he was going to stab your throat, but the sword tip suddenly retracted halfway and instead slashed at your wrist, which was holding the knife and trying to block it but missed.

The changes were so rapid that he was caught off guard.

As the saying goes, "An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous." This has always been true of weapons.

Your invisible sword of energy seems to transcend the Three Realms and is not bound by the Five Elements.

It can be long or short, strong or sharp, unstoppable; its danger is unpredictable!

His tone betrayed a hint of surprise and apprehension.

"Envious?"

As Li Fu made his move, his sword flashed sharply, and he said coldly, "If you want to learn, kneel down now and become my disciple, and I might consider teaching you."

"You're just an arrogant and ignorant junior. I was just praising you a couple of times. Don't get carried away."

A knife is different from a sword.

Especially my knife.

Zhao Changgeng glared, then slashed vertically with his sword, the blade's energy splitting the ground several feet deep, aimed straight at Li Fu's face: "My sword doesn't need to curve, one strike is enough!"

He exuded domineering aura, unleashing a series of sword strikes, pushing his Overlord Blade Technique to its limit, each strike faster and heavier than the last.

"There's no need for constant changes."

Three feet is just right. What's the point of making it that long? To hang clothes out to dry?

What's the point of making it so short, for embroidery?

When he swung his second blade, the blade turned from a horizontal slash to a diagonal sweep. The third slash then changed from a diagonal sweep to a straight cleave. The blade flashed continuously, one strike after another, without any pause or hesitation.

Each strike carried the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, as if he himself had transformed into a giant, walking sword, his domineering and invincible aura inspiring fear.

Li Fu did not give an inch, his sword intent soaring to the heavens, his sword energy piercing through the golden cave stone, as he fiercely clashed with him.

The Prince of Nankang and his remaining retainers, who had been watching from afar, had already retreated far away. They were all deeply shocked by this earth-shattering duel.

The two unparalleled masters of the era have been fighting for so long that, in a short while, the entire garden looks as if it has been ravaged by two ancient behemoths, with deep ravines and broken boulders everywhere.

Wherever the blade's energy reached, half of the pavilion collapsed with a crash; wherever the sword's energy swept, shocking cracks were left on the bluestone slabs.

The more they watched, the more shocked they became. This level of combat far exceeded their expectations.

The outcome of this duel will determine the lives of everyone present.

The Prince of Nankang turned pale, cold sweat pouring down his face, his voice trembling: "In your opinion—can Mr. Zhao defeat this Li Fuyao?"