YM778.TV Chapter 93: Who Else?
Chapter 93: Who Else?
This was the Eighth Rank Swordsmanship of the Chang Xing Sect, the “Running Clouds Falling Sun Sword”!
Though Chen Song’s cultivation realm had reached Seventh Rank, he had not learned any Seventh Rank techniques before this, so the sword technique he was best at remained this one.
He usually used a saber, but in reality, his strongest skill was in sword techniques.
In this battle against Zhou Heng, he intended to give it his all, using his strongest and most adept martial arts, determined to utterly redeem his previous disgrace!
Clang!
The sound of metal striking metal rang out as Zhou Heng’s saber was parried by Chen Song.
At the same time, the momentum of the sword in Chen Song’s palm suddenly shifted, and while the blade thrust out speedily, it also started to tremble rapidly, causing the sword light to flicker like elusive and transforming clouds and haze.
Ding ding ding!The sword tip continuously jabbed at Zhou Heng’s waist knife, deflecting the blade edge. Ordinarily, such high-speed trembling should have caused the swordplay to lose control.
But it did not for Chen Song!
After a series of trembling thrusts, Chen Song’s longsword suddenly turned sharply, tracing an arc in the void, and incredibly slicing past Zhou Heng’s blade from an unpredictable angle, stabbing towards his wrist!
This change in technique was truly bizarre, and entirely unexpected.
This was not a normal change; an Eighth Rank martial artist would not be capable of it.
This was a Seventh Rank martial artist relying on his powerful inner qi and strength to forcibly execute the change.
Yet it was exceedingly clever, and the effect was remarkable.
“Impressive!”
“Brilliant!”
“Such an exquisite variation!”
The surrounding crowd couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Since the Chang Xing Sect was very renowned in the Huangtong Mansion, the name of Running Clouds Falling Sun Sword was also quite famous, and many recognized the moves of this sword technique.
Chen Song’s recent variation was indeed beyond everyone’s expectations.
It was too formidable!
This Eighth Rank sword technique, when executed by a Seventh Rank martial artist, truly possessed additional might, and many people had profound realizations in their hearts.
Meanwhile, at the inn’s upstairs, Chen Feihong watched Chen Song’s variation move and couldn’t help nodding repeatedly, very satisfied with his younger brother’s technique. With this move alone, it would be enough to apply for a higher level of swordsmanship from their sect.
However, how would Zhou Heng deal with such a move?
Could this Ninth Rank martial artist resist it without using a sharp weapon?
A mocking smile appeared on Chen Song’s face as he looked at Zhou Heng with eyes full of scorn.
In his view, it was impossible for Zhou Heng to catch this sword.
How many Eighth Rank techniques could a mere Ninth Rank martial artist know?
Faced with such a variation, he must have been scared witless.
“Heh, this is somewhat interesting,” Zhou Heng laughed as well, not expecting that Chen Song would actually use Running Clouds Falling Sun Sword to attack him, finding it almost laughable.
He was already extremely proficient with this sword technique; all its variations could surface in his mind at any moment, and he was fully aware of all the methods of its application.
“Dare to show off in front of the expert with your meager skills?” Zhou Heng laughed loudly, as the attacking techniques of the waist knife in his palm suddenly altered, a burst of powerful strength erupting and repelling Chen Song’s sword tip.
Immediately after, he spun the saber, forming a wind vortex filled with energy under the support of the immense force and inner qi.
At the same time, he also added a sharpness +1 to the blade edge.
Chen Song was forced to temporarily retreat.
This was the second strike of the Purple Thunder Seven Strikes—
Heavenly Spin, Thunder Transformation!
Boom! Amidst the roar, the combined power of wind and thunder “just happened” to strike at the weakest part of Chen Song’s sword technique, immediately dispersing his entire posture.
Zhou Heng seized the opportunity, clenched his waist knife, and flipped to his feet, spinning with the blade in unison. The edge of the knife swirled, creating a layer of purple thunder net of saber light that slashed fiercely towards Chen Song!
Purple Thunder Seven Strikes, the third strike—
Hell’s Thunder Strike!
Boom!
Suddenly, another thunderbolt exploded, but this time it wasn’t purple lightning; instead, a golden flash of lightning fell from the sky, striking Chen Song without deviation.
Palm Thunder!
Although this Taoist formula wasn’t particularly lethal to people, and even found it difficult to kill directly, the paralyzing effect of lightning on the human body was inherent. Coupled with the effect of his inner Qi, Chen Song became rigid, unable to move.
He could only watch helplessly as Zhou Heng wielded the saber light, carrying the net of wind and thunder, much like a wheel of wind and thunder light, slashing at him with an incredibly swift assault!
Slash!
What was that sound of something being torn, being sliced through? Amidst the whistling of the purple lightning and the cyclone, Chen Song’s body was cut into seven pieces on the spot, blood flowing freely, scattered on the ground.
“Congratulations! You have killed your evenly matched opponent Chen Song, Fortune Bag[Silver]+l.”
Clang!
Zhou Heng, his face expressionless, sheathed his knife and turned his back on Chen Song’s corpse, not even giving it a glance, his breathing rhythm unchanged.
It was as if he had just killed not a newly promoted Seventh Rank expert, but a mere chick.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, their mouths agape at the sight, shocked to the core.
Is this the skill of a Ninth Grade?!
Since when did such a formidable Ninth Grade appear in this world??
It’s outrageous!
And what saber technique did Zhou Heng just use?
So fierce, so dazzling, that even a Seventh Rank expert of the Martial Path was slain by his single strike!
So strong!
The crowd couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
Even the two disciples from the Three Poison Sect hiding in the inn’s room and the doctor in the medical hall who was treating patients were equally astonished.
Zhou Heng’s demonstrated strength was also beyond their expectations.
We can’t leave him alive any longer; he must be eliminated this time!
Otherwise, such an extraordinarily talented prodigy, once he grows up, will definitely become a serious threat to all the evil forces in the world.
Of course, the one who was most affected was Chen Song’s sister, Chen Feihong.
“I’ll kill you!”
Chen Feihong shouted fiercely, leaping down from the upper floor of the inn, brandishing her longsword, stabbing straight for Zhou Heng’s forehead, her move was a lethal strike.
Simultaneously, the two men from the Three Poison Sect also leaped out from the inn’s upper level. They spread their arms wide, each holding a curved knife and chopped towards Zhou Heng’s neck.
At the same time, they also patted their belts, instantly releasing a dense swarm of centipedes, spiders, scorpions, and other poisonous insects that flooded towards Zhou Heng.
For a moment, Zhou Heng found himself in a situation of being attacked on all sides.
However, faced with this scenario, he was not panicked, but instead, his bravado surged. Feeling the rush of his inner Qi, he swung his knife and roared, “Who else? Come at me, all of you!”
Right then and there, he had a strong feeling that after this battle, his inner Qi cultivation would reach Perfection, taking him one level higher and stepping into the Eighth Rank realm!
A Martial Artist, indeed, has to fight their way out!
In the nearby medical hall, the doctor squinted his eyes, observing Zhou Heng closely.
With a twist of his five fingers, black Qi filled his palm, and then he sent an air strike towards Zhou Heng from afar.