Chapter 1817 - 1915: Repeated Defeats
Chapter 1817: Chapter 1915: Repeated Defeats
"Hahaha! Such a prestigious place as Divine Saber Pavilion, is there not a single person who can fight? Where’s Wei Yangtian? I’ve taken care of your disciple, and you, as the master, won’t come out to fight me?" Hou Yi placed his hands on his hips, full of arrogance, repeatedly shouting for Wei Yangtian to come out and face him in battle.
Many disciples of the Divine Saber Pavilion were furious, wanting to join forces and attack, but finally, Wei Yangtian’s voice emerged.
"Want to spar with me, old man? You are not qualified." Wei Yangtian spoke coldly, and meanwhile, a figure emerged from among the many Divine Saber Pavilion disciples, standing in front of Hou Yi.
"Senior Brother!" Everyone exclaimed, all showing expressions of delight.
The newcomer was dressed in white, holding a golden saber, looking cool and composed, exuding a steady and imposing aura, having already possessed the demeanor of a great master of Martial Arts.
This person was the chief disciple of Divine Saber Pavilion, also Wei Yangtian’s most proud disciple, having learned nearly all of Wei Yangtian’s knife skills and martial arts. In the entire Divine Saber Pavilion, except for Wei Yangtian and a few venerable elders, his strength was unparalleled.
From the perspective of many disciples in Divine Saber Pavilion, the one who would inevitably inherit the position of Sect Master in the future was undoubtedly this Senior Brother.
"I’ll fight you, no need to shout." The man in white stepped forward, saber in hand, speaking coldly to Hou Yi.
Hou Yi scrutinized the newcomer from top to bottom, casually sneering, "You don’t seem much impressive; why not let your master come, I don’t like fighting no-name juniors."
These words instantly angered the man in white; the golden saber in his hand moved with a whistle, akin to a flash of lightning, so fast that it was hard for the eyes to follow.𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
However, Hou Yi saw everything clearly, retreated a step, dodging that fierce blow. But this retreat lost him the initiative, the man in white relentlessly pressing the attack with ruthless knife techniques, leaving Hou Yi almost with no room to counterattack, only able to desperately defend.
This scenario naturally prompted a chorus of approval from the gathered disciples of Divine Saber Pavilion, believing that their Senior Brother’s intervention would surely defeat this rampant brat.
Though Hou Yi was forced onto the defensive, he did not show any signs of defeat, his shrewd eyes glued to the golden saber in the white-clad man’s hand, as if trying to find flaws in his knife techniques.
The man in white was no ordinary person either, his saber techniques refined and masterly, leaving Hou Yi no exploitable opportunities, fully suppressing him.
Just as everyone thought the man in white would easily win, Hou Yi suddenly lunged, forcibly breaking through the man in white’s tempestuous swordplay.
The man in white’s onslaught abruptly halted, unable to maintain the overwhelmingly dominant position, Hou Yi seized the moment to launch successive counterattacks, swinging his large bone club without regard for finesse, fiercely aiming at the man in white’s head.
This brutal offensive threw the man in white, accustomed to finding openings in moves, out of rhythm, his brow gradually furrowed, inwardly noting this brat’s attack was utterly forceless, relying solely on his raw power.
Nevertheless, the man in white was indeed struggling against Hou Yi’s strength, after consecutively blocking several of Hou Yi’s swings, feeling some numbness and fatigue in his right arm holding the saber.
"What strength! No wonder Third Junior Brother lost." The man in white was secretly astonished, beginning to understand why his junior brother had been defeated by this brat.
Hou Yi let out a loud shout, leaped up entirely, swinging his large bone club full circle towards the man in white.
"Fool!" The man in white sneered, without hardening himself against Hou Yi’s attack, directing the golden saber in his hand precisely towards Hou Yi’s waist and abdomen.
The man in white thought very clearly, even if taking a hit from the club, it would be just an injury at most, but his saber would absolutely claim this brat’s life, cleaving him in two.
But unexpectedly, a True Dragon Phantom suddenly appeared under Hou Yi’s feet, propelling him dragon-flying upwards to the Nine Heavens,
"What?" This scene instantly stunned the entire Divine Saber Pavilion disciples, the True Dragon Phantom beneath his feet seemed incredibly lifelike, as if the Ancient True Dragon had truly reawakened.
The man in white was momentarily stunned, then also took to the sky, unwilling to give Hou Yi too much opportunity, and because they were in Divine Saber Pavilion, being watched by so many fellow disciples, if he couldn’t quickly claim victory, his image in the eyes of the crowd would greatly suffer.
Hou Yi, treading the dragon’s shadow, saw the man in white advancing with the saber, not using the white bone club, but instead clenched his right hand into a fist, directly punching towards the man in white.
This punch was unexpected for the man in white, but he also revealed a smirk, thinking of trying to pit a flesh-and-blood body against his golden saber? That was simply courting death.
In the next moment, as the fist collided with the golden saber, an unanticipated scene occurred.
Only to see the golden saber in the man in white’s hand break instantly, while Hou Yi’s fist remained unscathed, directly landing on the man in white’s chest, hurling him downwards, blood gushing uncontrollably, clearly indicating serious injury from the impact.
Hou Yi laughed heartily, riding the dragon shadow straight towards the depths of Divine Saber Pavilion, only to be met head-on by a vast sweeping saber light, its might far surpassing that of the man in white.
Hou Yi’s expression remained unmoved, neither dodging nor evading, directly crashing headlong into that incoming saber light,
Immediately, Hou Yi was drenched in blood from head to toe, severely injured, his whole body wracked with pain, nearly passing out.
Yet, Hou Yi stubbornly persisted, riding the dragon shadow, regardless of the saber light still chasing behind, rushing out of Divine Saber Pavilion.
"Wei Yangtian, wait till I recover to challenge you again!" Hou Yi’s voice echoed defiantly, disappearing from the sight of many Divine Saber Pavilion disciples.
Many in Divine Saber Pavilion hadn’t reacted; this brat had come causing a great commotion, and in the end, just left? What kind of situation was this?
However, the strength Hou Yi displayed was also astonishing; that the chief disciple of Divine Saber Pavilion was actually defeated by him showed enough strength for pride. At least, many who came to challenge before, most were defeated by Wei Yangtian’s several disciples, seldom forcing Wei Yangtian to act personally.
Hou Yi accomplished it, although he wasn’t Wei Yangtian’s match, he never intended to defeat Wei Yangtian after all, who was a famous top expert of the era; it was impossible for Hou Yi, despite rapid progress, to defeat Wei Yangtian.
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With injuries covering his body, Hou Yi fled into a mountain stream, his injuries rapidly recovering, and his own strength further improved.
Although repeatedly defeated in battles, Hou Yi rapidly advanced in strength through constant failures, especially concerning his physical body, which had reached a terrifyingly formidable level.
It was through such continuous battles that the strongest bodily presence in later times came to be.
ps: Third update, taking a break for a meal, then continuing.