Chapter 450 - 277: Ghost Blade, Radiant Sun
Chapter 450: Chapter 277: Ghost Blade, Radiant Sun
An angler’s dignity is not to be trifled with!
A fishing rod, a bit of bait, sitting quietly by the river, waiting for that moment a fish takes the hook.
What kind of joy is this?
What kind of bliss is this?
This is the happiest, most satisfying thing in the world!
Therefore, even though Chen Yi saw the school of fish swarming around his hook, he disdained to use his True Essence to pull them onto it.
Someone like Liu Lang, who didn’t fish, would never understand such broad-minded magnanimity.
Of course, Chen Yi had no intention of lecturing him about it.
Actions would speak louder than words.
Might makes right.
Liu Lang, of course, knew none of this. He only felt that Chen Yi had changed the moment he put away his fishing rod.
His originally calm and tranquil aura instantly erupted into a tempestuous storm.
Like a vortex, it sucked in all the surrounding Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism.
As he watched, Liu Lang’s expression gradually grew excited. Suppressing the tremor in his heart, he took off his bamboo hat and tossed it aside.
"Boss, in our duel today, I hope you will use your full strength!"
"I would be deeply grateful!"
Chen Yi noncommittally set down his fishing rod. With a flick of his wrist, a plain, unadorned Steel Blade appeared in his hand.
"First, you’ll have to get past my Saber Dao."
The moment he finished speaking, his Sword Intent unfurled.
The Brocade Spring Saber Technique couldn’t be simply categorized as fierce and domineering or nimble and agile. Instead, it emphasized simple and direct moves.
Steady, precise, and fast.
Thus, Chen Yi’s Sword Intent was the same—beneath its domineering presence lay a pervasive killing intent.
In contrast, spurred on by that Sword Intent, Liu Lang subconsciously gripped his blade’s hilt with a reverse "Yin Hand" grip.
He drew it slowly.
Then, he lowered his stance, resting the spine of the blade across the crook of his left arm.
A violent Sword Intent blossomed forth.
As the saying goes, there are wrongly given names, but never wrongly earned "titles."
Liu Lang’s blade, just like his title "Sword Madman," was domineering, sharp, and relentlessly pressed forward.
"Besides my master, when it comes to blades, I fear no one!"
Chen Yi watched his posture, gave his blade a flourish, and strode forward.
As he closed the distance, he said calmly, "Today, I’ll teach you that what is too rigid is easily broken."
The next moment, he was already at Liu Lang’s side.
As he arrived, his blade fell.
Liu Lang let out a low roar of approval, swinging his blade horizontally to parry.
CLANG.
The powerful, heavy strike landed squarely on the Treasure Blade in Liu Lang’s hands.
Two beams of blade light shot out, slicing through the trees hundreds of yards away at their trunks.
Liu Lang seemed not to have expected the power of Chen Yi’s strike. His straight back suddenly buckled, forcing him to one knee.
But not only did he show no sign of defeat, he even shouted in excitement:
"That’s got some kick!"
Then, he swung his blade upward in a horizontal arc, forcing Chen Yi back a step.
In the same motion, he gripped the hilt with both hands, twisted his wrist, and brought the blade down in a diagonal slash.
Chen Yi sidestepped to dodge, tapped Liu Lang’s blade with his own, and said unhurriedly:
"Your blade isn’t fast enough, hard enough, or wild enough."
A fierce look appeared on Liu Lang’s face. "Again!"
As he spoke, he used the force from Chen Yi’s tap on his long blade to spin rapidly and execute two crossing slashes.
A cross of brilliant light flashed into existence.
Chen Yi was unmoved. With one hand behind his back, he thrust his blade straight forward.
His Sword Intent solidified into a silvery-white blade of light.
With just one move, he shattered the cross-shaped Sword Intent.
His attack having missed, Liu Lang was not discouraged. He closed the distance, hiding his long blade behind his body.
In a half-turn, he drew back and swung upward.
Chen Yi had already anticipated it. Staring at him without blinking, he precisely tapped the edge of the long blade with his own Steel Blade.
His Sword Intent, wrapped in the Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, collided with Liu Lang’s Sword Intent.
CLANG.
The scattered Sword Intent lashed out at the surroundings.
Earth and stone shattered, trees were sent flying, and the top two feet of soil within a hundred-foot radius was stripped away.
This time, however, Liu Lang didn’t pause at all. Gripping his blade with both hands, he began to circle Chen Yi, attacking relentlessly.
Every strike aimed for a vital point.
Chen Yi’s stance remained fixed, still holding his blade with one hand.
No matter how Liu Lang’s blade flashed and flickered, he shattered the assault with a single strike.
After all, the two were at the same Realm in the Saber Dao, and their Saber Technique realms were also similar.
Although their Sword Intents differed, in a duel, it made almost no difference.
Liu Lang, who was inferior in Power, True Essence, and Sword Intent, was naturally no match for Chen Yi.
Especially since they differed in other aspects as well.
Chen Yi’s advantage was his comprehensiveness. With the boon from the Profound Mysteries of [Martial Arts: Blade], he could see through the secrets of Liu Lang’s Saber Technique and Sword Intent at a glance.
He could even see through its flaws.
He could always strike Liu Lang’s weak points with minimal effort, restricting him at every turn.
It was utterly suffocating.
But Liu Lang had, after all, roamed the Jianghu for several years and had rich combat experience.
Moreover, his resilience was excellent; he wasn’t bogged down by temporary gains or losses.
After discovering that his usual moves were useless against Chen Yi, he began to employ a variety of Saber Techniques.
Sometimes domineering, sometimes nimble, sometimes bizarre—the styles were ever-changing.
However, after the duel had gone on for about a quarter of an hour, Liu Lang realized he could hardly pose a threat to Chen Yi.
"Boss, you’re forcing my hand."
After that, Liu Lang no longer aimed to defeat Chen Yi. Instead, he resolved not to lose in the Saber Dao, which he considered his greatest strength.
Even if it meant using some dirty tricks, he was determined to force Chen Yi to use his terrifying Spear Dao.
After three to five moves, Chen Yi saw that Liu Lang’s techniques hadn’t changed and couldn’t help but chuckle.
"And so?"
"Here it comes!"
Liu Lang’s strike was blocked by Chen Yi, but a triumphant expression appeared on his face, as if his scheme had succeeded.
Then, his wrists trembled slightly, and he rapidly vibrated his blade, unleashing several more strikes with minimal movement.
’Heh, relying on the sharpness of your Treasure Blade to bully my Steel Blade?’
But just as he was about to withdraw his blade, a golden light flashed before his eyes—
[Daily Intelligence · Profound-rank Top Grade: At the first quarter of the Zi hour, the Peacock King Banner Horse Bandits of Poshisu Country will have a secret night meeting with Liu Hong of the Shu State Governor’s Office. A small amount of Opportunity may be obtained.]
Chen Yi froze for a moment when he read the contents, and his hand movements slowed by a fraction.