Chapter 514 - 288: Ghost Play (2)
Chapter 514: Chapter 288: Ghost Play (2)
On the stage, the ’Ghost King’ suddenly changed his expression:
"What courage!!!"
He clasped his hands together, spun around, and his entire body seemed to have no bones as he floated away from his original spot.
In mid-air, he drew an arc, bypassed the Moonlight as a Sword, mingled with the sound of a wailing ghost, and lunged towards Wu Qianhuan.
Wu Qianhuan took a step forward, abandoning the Moonlight as a Sword. Her figure suddenly flickered, leaving multiple ghostly shadows behind her, and her sword and Single Saber pierced straight towards the opponent’s chest.
In an instant, the two figures clashed in front of everyone’s eyes.
Chu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, not rushing, as from the confrontation, it seemed this so-called ’Ghost King’ and Wu Qianhuan were evenly matched.
The extraordinary thing about this person was the unique Mysterious Skill he practiced, coupled with a Body Technique beyond normal description.
This was because, no matter how advanced one’s Lightweight Technique, it still required pushing off from the ground.
To leap effectively, one must crouch, bending the knees.
Even if a master appears motionless, any jump must have some degree of movement.
But this person had not... mysteriously and without warning, he rose into the air without a trace, and maneuvered mid-air with not a hint of effort.
He looked like a piece of clothing pulled by threads, launching an assault mid-air in a completely unreasonable manner.
Wu Qianhuan could strike mid-air only by the power of the Moon-Pointing Profound Skill, and after a few exchanges, she inadvertently landed on the ground. Looking up, the figure was arching in attack from the air.
A pair of Iron Claws, full of a dark cyan hue, claws black as ink, sharp as knives.
Despite the appearance, actions, and attire resembling a real fierce ghost... it was essentially a set of Claw Techniques.
The two claws and the long sword collided, producing a ding-ding-ding sound once more.
One person in mid-air and one on the snowy ground, with Technique Changes, claw meeting sword, their clash sparked vigorously and intensely.
Due to the advantage of momentum from the air, Wu Qianhuan didn’t want to take this force head-on, so she retreated, leaving a clear trail of footprints in the snow, each evenly spaced apart.
Only when the opponent’s initial momentum was fully dissipated did she pause, and with a twist, her sword moved like a snake darting its tongue, shining brilliantly in an instant.
The opponent was caught off guard, momentarily flustered in response.
Seeing this, Wu Qianhuan laughed heartily:
"Is there such a fierce ghost like you?
"Today, this aunt wants to see who you really are!"
The ’Ghost King’ was infuriated, although the martial arts displayed were indeed eerie, the claw techniques fierce and sinister, with unconventional moves, accompanied by the sound of ghostly wails, deeply unsettling.
Yet, when facing Wu Qianhuan, even with such martial arts, capturing her was far from achievable.
Overwhelming the opponent would have worked, but now, with roles reversed, he appeared flustered, unintentionally revealing weakness.
Exposed for what it was, the humiliation was unbearable.
Instantly, the fight grew fiercer.
From a distance to a close range, from the ground to the stage, from the stage to the tree trunk beside, they surged upward, exchanging blows continuously.
In the end, Wu Qianhuan, demonstrating superior skill, found an opportunity where the opponent was depleted of old power and yet to generate new force, suddenly piercing directly into the Central Palace with a thrust.
This thrust, named Cyan Plum Willow, the sword edge split into three, three into six, instantly covering all the opponent’s acupoints.
This showcased the substantial improvement in Wu Qianhuan’s Sword Technique.
Previously, during the battle at Celestial Dance City, she had used this Cyan Plum Willow.
Back then, splitting into three was her limit, but now she could turn three to six, and judging by her still reserved demeanor, she might stretch it to nine.
However, although this person was here playing ghostly tricks scaring people, they hadn’t done anything substantial.
Thus, Wu Qianhuan held back and showed leniency in her Technique.
The six-edged sword danced, resembling Cyan Plums blossoming like vibrant sunlight!
The ’Ghost King’ uttered a surprise cry, genuinely startled this time, her disguised deep voice gone, revealing a woman’s true tone.
Yet, even so, faced with this thrust, she was powerless to resist.
A figure suddenly appeared beside the ’Ghost King’, grabbed her wrist in mid-air, flicked her behind him.
Following closely, he pointed a finger out.
This finger, upon pointing out, seemed to recreate a ghostly realm on earth.
With haunting Sound Skill, it shook the spirit and shook the will, carrying oppressive Finger Force that overwhelmed the Eight Directions Qi.
As if between heaven and earth, only this finger existed, with its release, myriad ghosts wailed!
Wu Qianhuan’s expression also changed suddenly, feeling the sword edge forced down under this finger pressure, and even more so, although it didn’t really touch, the opponent’s Finger Force seemed to disrupt the normal flow of her Inner Breath.
A slight lapse could lead to self-harm.
"Not good!"
In the instant this thought arose, she felt an arm wrap around her.
Simultaneously, another hand gripped hers holding the sword.
Looking up, she saw Chu Qing’s face, right within reach... though he didn’t look at her, his eyes somehow brought a sense of unspeakable reassurance.
As if with his presence, all problems were solved.
Indeed, as the sword edge turned, Chu Qing maneuvered her hand to draw a circle with the sword.
The suppressive Finger Force of the Eight Directions Qi dissipated instantly into nothingness.
The heavy feeling in the air vanished at once.
"Hmm?"
The opponent’s expression subtly changed, intending to rescue.
But he never expected, his move, Six Paths of Sorrow Finger, to be so effortlessly dispelled.
In the moment, he flung the ’Ghost King’ down and, his figure flickered, sent out a Forest Palm.
He seemed to seize this opportunity with zest, wanting to test another palm.
Chu Qing slightly furrowed his brow, eyes turning cold, as the opponent’s Forest Palm emerged; behind him suddenly loomed a phantom of the Asura Ghost King.
The Ghost King apparition stood nearly two meters tall, and as the opponent struck, it unleashed a giant cyan black hand.
With the Palm Wind, came ghostly wails.
The entire forest filled with ghost shadows, while Wu Qianhuan in his embrace brows furrowed, let out a muffled groan.
The ghostly sound had no effect on Chu Qing, yet made Wu Qianhuan uncomfortable.
Chu Qing then transferred a breath of Inner Strength to her, smoothly taking over the long sword from her hand.
The sharpness flashed suddenly!
The sword edge pierced the night, leaving a trace behind!
That trace seemed to symbolize infinite sharpness; when faced with the opponent’s ’Asura Ghost King’ giant palm, it directly broke through with a point breaking the surface.
The opponent inwardly felt things worsened, pressed his hand down, and his figure swiftly retreated, leaving layer upon layer of afterimages mid-air, his true body already retreated more than ten meters away.
Chu Qing, holding a sword in one hand, Wu Qianhuan in the other, kept breaking through afterimages with the sword edge, causing multiple explosive sounds in mid-air.
The opponent’s form had reached beside a large tree, pressing one hand on it for support to prevent falling.
At this distance, apart from his sect’s unique Lightweight Technique, a normal person could never catch up in one breath.
As the saying goes, momentum is built in one go, declines on the second, and is exhausted on the third.
Chu Qing rose from the ground, first resolving his Six Paths of Sorrow Finger with Wu Qianhuan, logically speaking, leaving him already spent.
But then he kept breaking his Forest Palm and Myruad Transformations Ghost King Trace.
Setting aside maintaining momentum, Chu Qing already surpassed simply continuation, did he not?
As long as he touched down, the opponent could speak, to prevent this fight from continuing...
Thoughts were well, but looking up, Chu Qing seemed to walk effortlessly through the air, as if walking on flat ground!
At that moment, although of illustrious background, with unrivaled inheritance, the opponent’s face couldn’t help but change greatly:
"Where did this monster come from?"
This thought momentarily clouding the mind, Chu Qing instantly vanished from sight.
He felt a sudden pain on his shoulder, a sword lashed there, and a cold stern voice by his ear:
"Get down!"