Mortal: Reborn in Yellow Maple Valley, Awakening the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts

Seeing this, Chu Zifei also unleashed his full power, his figure moving like a whirlwind, quickly closing in on him from behind.

As Zhong Wu fled forward, he sensed the oppressive aura behind him. In addition, the intervals between his escape speed attacks were getting longer and longer. He gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and pulled out two talismans from behind and threw them behind him.

Two talismans exploded in mid-air. One burst open and surged into billowing poisonous mist, while the other transformed into a howling wind dragon, carrying poisonous mist as it attacked Chu Zifei.

Poisonous fog filled the sky, and the wind was fierce. Chu Zifei had no choice but to stop and use his spiritual power to cast a fireball spell. After throwing several fireballs in succession, he finally shattered the poisonous fog dragon in mid-air. But in the meantime, Zhong Wu had already used all his strength to create distance and escape further and further away.

Left with no other choice, Chu Zifei had to unleash all his strength to the fullest extent and start chasing from the beginning.

Just then, a burly, barefoot man in black carrying a giant sword walked towards them from afar.

Upon seeing this person, Zhong Wu's face instantly lit up with joy, and he shouted loudly, "Fellow Daoist of the Giant Sword Sect, I am Zhong Wu from the Spirit Beast Mountain. I hope you will lend a helping hand; I will surely repay you handsomely in the future!"

Before he could finish speaking, the barefoot giant flashed and appeared between the two. He drew his greatsword from his back and slammed it into the ground, raising dust and debris, thus blocking Chu Zifei's pursuit.

Zhong Wu's confidence surged, and he quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. Why don't we join forces and capture this fiend in one fell swoop, then divide his spoils among ourselves!"

To his surprise, the barefoot man flew into a rage upon hearing this: "Get lost! You stray dog, you dare to join forces with me? To fight with numbers against fewer is the act of a petty person! Don't ruin my fair duel with him, or I'll kill you with my sword first!"

Having said that, he was filled with fighting spirit, his eyes scanning Chu Zifei up and down, completely ignoring Zhong Wu standing to the side.

Zhong Wu's face turned pale and then red, and he had no choice but to retreat to the side in a huff, secretly cursing the barefoot giant from the Giant Sword Sect for being so foolish as to insist on a one-on-one fight.

Chu Zifei, who witnessed everything, remained calm and composed. He simply looked at the Giant Sword Sect disciple, whose fighting spirit was burning, and replied indifferently, "I presume you are the renowned martial arts fanatic of the Giant Sword Sect? How about we spar after I've dealt with this person?"

The barefoot giant, his face full of impatience, waved his hand irritably: "Enough nonsense! If you want to take this man down, you'll have to beat me, Yan Wudi, first!"

Chu Zifei wanted to offer some words of advice, but Yan Wudi left no room for negotiation. He pulled the giant sword from the ground and tossed it lightly.

  

He tossed the heavy, wide silver greatsword into the air.

The next moment, Yan Wudi flicked his fingertips, and the silver giant sword floating in mid-air instantly burst forth with dazzling sword light, slashing down from above towards Chu Zifei's head with overwhelming force.

Chu Zifei sighed softly, and helplessly summoned the Mo Yuan Heavy Blade. His blood and qi surged and churned around his body. He exerted force with both arms and swung the heavy blade to meet the giant sword that was slashing through the air.

"drink!"

After a roar, two extremely powerful forces collided, and the greatsword, which was falling, abruptly stopped. Taking advantage of the impact, Chu Zifei controlled the Mo Yuan Heavy Blade, slashing at the sword in mid-air, attempting to use the force to knock the greatsword down!

Upon catching a glimpse of the heavy blade locked in combat with the giant sword in the air, Yan Wudi showed no fear. Instead, he burst into laughter, his eyes filled with admiration: "This is the kind of magical weapon a true master should wield! A true master should use a powerful weapon to crush all enemies with sheer force!"

As his laughter subsided, he made a strange hand seal, and the giant sword suddenly shone brightly with silver light, rapidly spinning around its hilt until it transformed into a massive silver sword disc. A powerful suction force emanated from the center of the disc, causing Mo Yuan's heavy sword to feel as if it were weighed down by a thousand pounds, freezing it in mid-air, unable to move any further.

Just as the two magical artifacts were locked in a stalemate, Zhong Wu, who was standing to the side, suddenly made a move. With a flick of his sleeve, a round, eerie green bead shot out from his sleeve and attacked Chu Zifei.

Although Chu Zifei was fully focused on dealing with Yan Wudi, his eyes never left Zhong Wu for a moment. The instant the bead was shot out, he dodged to the side, avoiding this fatal sneak attack.

The bead missed its target and struck a tree behind it, exploding with a thick, dark green venom. In an instant, the towering tree crumbled upon contact with it and vanished completely, leaving behind only a pool of bubbling, green sap.

Chu Zifei's face was extremely ugly, his killing intent surging. Just as he was about to kill Zhong Wu at all costs, Yan Wudi roared furiously, "You're courting death!"

The silver giant sword, which had been locked in a stalemate in mid-air, suddenly changed its attack, abandoning the Mo Yuan Heavy Blade that was entangled in the battle, and slashed fiercely at Zhong Wu with the force of a thunderbolt.

Zhong Wu was terrified and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Still shaken, he dared not linger any longer, turning and fleeing frantically. His furious roar echoed from afar: "Yan Wudi! You ungrateful fool! I helped you fight the enemy, and you repay kindness with enmity! It would be better if you both died here!"

The angry shouts still echoed through the forest, but Zhongwu's figure had already fled hundreds of feet away and disappeared at the edge of the mountains.

Seeing Zhong Wu escape, Yan Wudi turned around, his eyes burning with fervor as he looked at Chu Zifei: "Now that damned bug is gone, no one else will bother us! Let's have a good fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the silver greatsword struck again, forcing Chu Zifei to use his heavy sword to defend himself.

He let the giant sword and heavy saber fight in the air, no longer confined to the duel of magical weapons. He unleashed the power from the soles of his feet, his figure leaping out into the air at extreme speed, and punched Yan Wudi in the chest.

However, Yan Wudi seemed to have anticipated this. His expression remained unchanged as he raised his arm, and suddenly a silver light flashed in his palm, revealing a sword beam similar to the silver sword in the air, which slashed towards Chu Zifei.

To his surprise, Chu Zifei did not dodge or evade, but charged straight at him, intending to use his physical body to withstand the sword light!

In the end, the sword light struck Chu Zifei, and Chu Zifei's fist also hit Yan Wudi's chest squarely.

With just one punch, Yan Wudi's chest caved in instantly, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground.

Chu Zifei withstood the sword strike head-on, but his body was forced back several feet, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground before he regained his footing. His upper body clothes were already torn to shreds and flying everywhere, making him look extremely disheveled, but there wasn't a single wound on his body.

"I thought you were going to trade your life for mine, but you emerged unscathed! What a brilliant act of defying a sword! Hahaha! That was exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!"

Yan Wudi laughed bitterly, then spat out a mouthful of blood and fell into a deep coma.

As its master lost consciousness, the giant sword, which had been hovering in mid-air, finally lost its spiritual power support and plummeted to the ground.

Chu Zifei slowly stepped forward, picked up the giant sword, and dragged it all the way to Yan Wudi's side.

He lowered his gaze to his unconscious opponent, raised his greatsword high, and then plunged it heavily into the ground, pinning it to Yan Wudi's side: "You and I are rivals, not enemies. Your dedication to the Dao and your upright character are admirable. Today, I will not kill you."