Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

Chapter 251 "Overlord Blade... He's been forced to fight to the death, how could this be!" (4k6)

Gu Chengping, standing beside the Prince of Nankang, looked grim and said nervously, "Li Fu, the Celestial Immortal, must have expended a lot of his inner strength just now when he broke through the iron gate in the dungeon."

In a battle between experts, even the slightest gain or loss can sway the outcome, let alone such a drain on resources.

Although they are evenly matched now, once the fight continues, Mr. Ba Dao will surely—”

He wanted to say that victory was certain, but when he looked at the two figures fighting fiercely in the arena, he really didn't have much confidence.

At this moment, one of the retainers chimed in, "That's right. That iron gate is mixed with cold iron, making it incredibly tough. He must have lost a lot of internal energy from all those consecutive sword strikes."

"Senior Ba Dao is at his peak; he will surely defeat him."

"That's exactly right."

Some people turned pale, gritted their teeth, and pressed on.

"Not bad, not bad."

The remaining, wounded retainers echoed this sentiment, as if saying it so often would make it true.

But they knew that Li Fu and Zhao Changgeng had been exchanging blows for nearly a dozen moves, yet they showed no signs of weakness. Their sword strikes remained sharp and swift, hardly resembling someone whose internal energy was severely depleted.

Everyone watched the battle intently, eager to know who would win, but they found that the outcome was not as they had hoped; in fact, the situation was gradually turning against Zhao Changgeng.

During the fierce battle, Zhao Changgeng frowned deeply.

He knew that Li Fu must have used up a lot of his internal energy to break out of the dungeon. He originally wanted to take down Li Fu before he ran out of internal energy, to show that he would never take advantage of him.

But to everyone's surprise, after nearly seventy or eighty moves, Li Fu's breathing remained as steady as ever, and the power and strength of his sword strikes did not diminish in the slightest.

Just now, in the dungeon, using the Six Meridians Divine Sword to cleave open that iron door mixed with cold iron did indeed consume a lot of Li Fu's internal energy.

However, he had already mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Yi Jin Jing. Although these two internal skills could hardly be called invincible divine skills in this world, or even peerless divine skills, the mastery of these two internal skills brought him an extraordinary level of internal strength.

The force expended in breaking through the goal might be the maximum effort for an ordinary person, but for him, it was far from causing serious injury.

His sword was still swift, his aura was still strong, and his killing intent remained as cold as ever.

However, Li Fu also realized that Zhao Changgeng was indeed no ordinary opponent.

To withstand so many moves from his Six Meridians Divine Sword without falling, if this fight continues, he will undoubtedly win in the end, but it will probably take 150 moves.

He couldn't wait that long.

"Soul Transfer Technique!"

A glint flashed in Li Fu's eyes, and his pair of dark, jet-black eyes suddenly became deep and mysterious, as if they possessed a demonic quality.

He no longer relied solely on swordsmanship to fight Zhao Changgeng; instead, he channeled invisible spiritual energy into his gaze and projected it towards Zhao Changgeng.

This martial art is difficult for top masters to use to instantly capture the mind and turn them into puppets, as they would with ordinary people or those with low martial arts skills, but it is not entirely useless.

In a battle between masters, even the slightest oversight can lead to defeat.

A moment of distraction is enough to cause a sword strike that could have been blocked to miss, or to allow a sword aura that could have been avoided to enter the body.

After seventy or eighty rounds of fierce fighting, both were no longer at their peak, and it was time for the Soul Transfer Technique to come in handy.

In combat, even a slight disturbance to the opponent's mind using the Soul Transfer Technique can be extremely useful.

Zhao Changgeng launched a fierce attack with his sword, but suddenly noticed something amiss.

The figure in cyan opposite was still as agile as an immortal, but its eyes seemed to have changed.

Her once clear and calm gaze now resembled two bottomless pools, possessing an invisible pull that drew people in, making them feel as if they were both immortals and demons.

Zhao Changgeng instinctively wanted to look away, but those eyes were like magnets, or like two invisible hooks, firmly holding his gaze.

As soon as he met her gaze, he felt his head sink slightly and his vision become a little blurry.

Although he immediately circulated his internal energy to resist and looked away, that moment of disorientation was enough.

Li Fu's sword energy had already struck from an extremely tricky angle during that brief moment when Li Fu's mind was slightly distracted.

Zhao Changgeng hastily swung his sword to block, but he only managed to block most of the sword energy. The invisible sword energy suddenly increased in size and length, grazing his left shoulder, slicing off a piece of his clothing and leaving a bloody mark.

He glanced down at the faint bloodstain on his shoulder, his expression turning serious.

"Young man, what kind of martial art is this?"

Why do you only possess such strange and bizarre martial arts skills!

"If you're scared, kneel down and beg for mercy."

Li Fudao.

"Ridiculous, I'm afraid!"

Zhao Changgeng looked at Li Fu again, but this time he avoided Li Fu's eyes and focused only on the other's hands and invisible sword energy, engaging in combat with him.

This was nothing to him, a veteran of countless battles.

But that invisible pressure still enveloped him, like a thin layer of dark clouds, preventing him from fully concentrating on his swordsmanship as before.

The most important aspect of his domineering sword technique is the confident and invincible domineering sword intent.

Once the blade is drawn, there is no regret, no fear, and no room for any other thoughts.

But at this moment, Zhao Changgeng found that no matter what he did, he could not concentrate his attention completely on the blade.

If you look up into Li Fu's eyes, your mind will be drawn to those deep, dark eyes, making it impossible to concentrate.

If you don't even look at your opponent, and dare not meet their eyes, wouldn't that prove you have some fear and worry? How can you claim to be domineering and invincible?

A stubborn person with two blocked ends.

You can't fool yourself.

Unable to maintain that domineering and invincible will in his attacks, Zhao Changgeng's swordplay gradually slowed down.

Although it was only a negligible one point slower.

But for someone like Li Fu, whose swordsmanship is divine, this one point is enough for him to press forward step by step and continuously expand his advantage.

After another twenty or so moves, Zhao Changgeng's swordplay had changed from its initial fierce and domineering style to one that was more defensive than offensive, and he had two more sword wounds on his body.

Although he avoided vital points, his clothes were cut open by the sword energy, leaving bloody marks, and he looked rather disheveled.

A series of staggering footsteps echoed in the dungeon.

Uncle Wu, leaning against the wall, walked up from below, panting with each step.

He had been imprisoned in the dungeon for an unknown amount of time, his muscles and bones were weak, and he was also poisoned with Rotten Peach Wine, so his steps were unsteady, and he had to stop and catch his breath every few steps.

Looking up, all I could see was a scene of utter chaos.

The artificial hill was shattered into pieces, the pavilion was reduced to half a broken pillar, and the ground was covered with deep ravines and cracks, with broken vegetation and rubble everywhere.

In the center of that mess, two figures were moving back and forth at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see. At the point of their fierce confrontation, one was blue and the other was black.

The figure in cyan was ethereal and graceful, moving freely amidst the flashing blades.

The black-clad figure was as fierce as a tiger, each strike carrying the domineering power to split mountains and shatter rocks. As the blade flashed, new cracks kept appearing on the ground, but he was clearly getting impatient and was falling into a disadvantageous position.

The figure in black was carrying a knife, its blade pitch black and sheathless, with a dark red cord wrapped around the hilt.

Uncle Wu's heart skipped a beat; he recognized him.

A black blade without a sheath, a red rope wrapped around its hilt—is this the Mountain-Slaying Blade?

The one currently fighting Fu'er is none other than Zhao Changgeng, the Overlord Blade, a peerless master of one of the pinnacles of swordsmanship in the world, who has roamed the martial world for decades without ever being defeated.

Who is Ba Dao? He is the most outstanding swordsman of his time. With a single strike, countless masters have perished. He is ruthless and merciless, and his reputation has resounded throughout the martial arts world for decades. Even the most ferocious bandits in the martial arts world would avoid him upon hearing his name.

But----

Uncle Wu stood there, stunned.

He saw Li Fu and Zhao Changgeng clash head-on. Zhao Changgeng slashed down with his sword, the blade energy splitting the ground three feet deep. Li Fu neither dodged nor avoided, his sword energy meeting the attack. The two forces collided, and amidst the surging waves of energy, Li Fu did not retreat a step. He thrust out his sword like lightning, forcing Zhao Changgeng to parry with his own blade and stagger backward.

Although Wu Zhizhong had kept his martial arts skills hidden for many years, his skills were among the best in the martial arts world. However, he could only exchange blows with Jiutianhe Zhanxiao at most, and he might not even have been able to gain the upper hand.

But at this moment, looking at Li Fu, whom he had raised, he saw that Li Fu, who was famous throughout the world, was actually gaining the upper hand.

Unfamiliar, shocking, Wu Bo was deeply shaken.

When he left Li Fu, the boy didn't know martial arts; he only knew a few fancy moves that even street performers wouldn't bother with. But now, the boy's martial arts skills have reached a level that even he can't understand.

Wu Bo stared blankly as the figure in green robes weaved back and forth amidst the flashing blades, the ethereal and pure sword intent permeating the surrounding area.

He opened his mouth, and couldn't help but recall the scene when he left Li Fu, the days and nights of wandering and hiding, and the dark and sunless imprisonment in the dungeon.

He never imagined that their reunion would be like this.

It wasn't him who came to protect the child, but rather the child who braved danger to rescue him, and had already fought his way through a vast army.

No, he simply couldn't use the word "child" to describe Li Fu anymore.

What he saw was a peerless swordsman whose martial arts were unparalleled, a figure that countless people in the martial arts world could only look up to!

Uncle Wu, holding onto the door frame, was too excited to go any further.

He can't be of much help, but at least he shouldn't be a burden.

The two exchanged several more blows.

Watching from a distance, Uncle Wu noticed that Zhao Changgeng's swordsmanship had changed from its previous domineering and fierce style to one that was more defensive than offensive. He saw that Zhao's movements were slowing down, and that his sword was becoming heavier and more sluggish. His eyes couldn't help but light up.

On the other side, the Prince of Nankang stood behind the guards of the Prince's Palace, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He watched helplessly as Zhao Changgeng's swordplay became increasingly sluggish, his strikes slower and slower, and his once unstoppable and domineering offensive was reduced to more defense than offense.

Despite his domineering presence, Zhao Changgeng was forced to retreat step by step under the invisible sword energy of the celestial being descending from the heavens.

The Prince of Nankang felt increasingly heavy-hearted.

Zhao Changgeng was his last resort. If even Ba Dao couldn't stop that person, then the entire Nankang Prince's Mansion—he dared not think about it.

Just then, one of his retainers lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, look over there." The Prince of Nankang followed his gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

At the dungeon entrance in the corner of the garden, Uncle Wu had somehow emerged from the depths of the iron cell and was now standing outside, leaning against the doorframe, watching the fierce battle unfold in the distance.

Needless to say, all the retainers were moved and understood his meaning: if Ba Dao was no match, as long as Wu Zhizhong was captured, they would have the leverage to threaten Tianwai Feixian.

That is indeed a solution.

Li Fu infiltrated the Prince's mansion, broke through the iron prison, and slaughtered everyone in sight. Wasn't all of this done to save this person?

As long as this person can be captured, even the most powerful celestial being can only be wary.

The Prince of Nankang opened his mouth.

But who should go?

Gu Chengping's iron plaque was destroyed, and the bloody hole in his shoulder had not yet healed. Chai Ji had several fingers cut off from his right palm and was pale. Among his retainers, some were dead, some were injured, and some could not even stand up, barely clinging to life.

If there is one person among them who is still safe and sound, it is the Prince of Nankang himself.

But would he really be allowed to personally kidnap people?

To take Wu Zhizhong hostage, they must cross the battlefield where Li Fu and Ba Dao are fighting.

The scene was shocking, with sword and blade energy crisscrossing and exploding into a visible shockwave with each collision.

The ground was riddled with deep ravines, the stone slabs were shattered into countless tiny pieces, half of the artificial hill had been cut away by Yu Jin, two of the pavilion's pillars were broken, and several old trees were snapped in half and lying on the ground.

As if ravaged by a hurricane, sand and stones flew, dust filled the air, and the aftershocks of sword and saber energy continued to spread in all directions, putting even those standing a dozen feet away in mortal danger.

Such power was almost like a natural disaster.

In the arena, Li Fu moved back and forth amidst the dazzling sword light, his movements calm and graceful, his sword strikes ethereal and exquisite. Zhao Changgeng's sword was becoming slower and slower, while Li Fu remained as fast as an elusive shadow.

Although the two were engaged in fierce fighting, even at the beginning, Ba Dao could not have forced Li Fu to exhaust himself so that he could pass by him safely, let alone now that Zhao Changgeng was gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

An indescribable chill ran through the Prince of Nankang.

Pass through the center of that chaotic scene filled with flying sword and blade energy?

He imagined himself stepping into that arena, and how he would probably be cut in half by a sword strike from Li Fuyi before he even got halfway there.

Although the Prince of Nankang was skilled in martial arts and considered a master in the martial arts world, he was nothing in the face of this level of combat.

The Prince of Nankang's lips moved, but he ultimately did not speak.

The retainer also fell silent.

Everyone watched as Uncle Wu stood at the dungeon entrance, but no one dared to take a single step forward.

The figure in blue at the center of that battlefield was like an insurmountable mountain; just looking at it made one feel no courage to approach, let alone climb over it.

The idea of ​​kidnapping Wu Bo is nothing but wishful thinking.

If you make a move and fail, you'll have no chance of maneuvering and will only enrage that terrifying guy.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spine at the thought of such terrible consequences.

They could only stand there, watching Zhao Changgeng being forced into a disadvantageous position step by step, watching Li Fu's sword energy become faster and sharper, and there was nothing they could do.

Swish!

Zhao Changgeng received another sword strike from Li Fu. The sword's energy grazed Zhao's shoulder, tearing a long gash in his clothes, from which blood seeped out.

He took three steps back, his face showing signs of distress.

This is not a sustainable solution.

His Overlord Blade Technique also consumes a great deal of internal energy, and at this moment his internal energy has been nearly half depleted, while Li Fu on the other side is still full of energy and shows no signs of exhausting his internal energy first.

If this drags on any longer and the disadvantage widens, he may lose even the chance to fight back.

"Enough, junior!"

Zhao Changgeng took a deep breath, raised the Zhan Yue Dao (a type of sword), held the blade horizontally in front of his chest, and focused his gaze solely on the blade.

As a swordsman, it seemed that he only had eyes for the sword in his hand and nothing else.

The Zhan Yue Dao (Mountain-Slaying Blade) hummed, initially low and then growing louder, and the blade began to tremble, as if some power was awakening within it.

Zhao Changgeng and his sword seemed to have merged into one, making it impossible to distinguish whether the man was wielding the sword or the sword was wielding the man.

A more domineering sword intent than ever before began to emanate from his body. The rubble on the ground was forced back by the sword energy erupting from his body, forming a circular blank area centered on him.

The retainers beside the Prince of Nankang in the distance turned pale upon sensing that imposing aura.

Someone said in a trembling voice, "Ba Dao—he's going all out—how is that possible?"

"Overlord Blade—someone actually pushed Overlord Blade to this point!"

The other man's lips trembled: "This strike... no one could withstand it—"

"Overlord Blade - Slices Mountains and Rivers!"

He roared, and the blade flashed.

A massive, solidified blade shadow slashed down from above with a deafening roar. Wherever the blade's energy touched, the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, so piercing that people couldn't help but cover their ears.

The stone slabs on the ground were crushed by the sword energy, and the fragments flew in all directions. The dust raised from the cracks in the stones was swept up by the sword energy, forming a visible wave of air.

The blade seemed capable of truly cleaving mountains and rivers, slashing down towards Li Fu with an unwavering determination and no way back.

"Want to risk your life and achieve everything in one move?"

"Perfect timing, I've been waiting for you. This battle should end now."

Faced with this earth-shattering strike, Li Fu remained calm, gathering his strength for a deadly move, and unleashed a fierce sword strike.

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