Chapter 291: Fatal Strike

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Chen Chuan could sense that You Xing's breathing, though still steady, was slightly uneven. For a Martial Artist , this indicated that his injuries were more severe than they appeared, possibly with internal damage to his Mutated Tissue. From his experience, he could tell that the injury had occurred at most half an hour ago. However, there were no signs of a fight. If the person wasn't inclined to self-harm, then it was highly likely related to a Supernatural Entity. It seemed his successful resistance was causing the other party trouble at the moment. But next, he could help him get rid of these troubles. He looked at the Long Staff pointed at him, stuck the Snow Emperor Blade into the ground, gripped the hilt, and walked forward, slowly drawing the blade from its sheath with a scraping sound. You Xing , not waiting for him to fully draw his sword, pushed off with his supporting leg, his body moving with the force. With a push from his rear hand, he thrust the staff forward, its tip stabbing towards Chen Chuan . Chen Chuan guided the blade, placing it horizontally in front of him. With a clang, he felt a powerful Strength pushing towards him, with layers of Internal energy permeating through the blade, along his arm, and into his body. It felt as if he was being pinned in place, unable to mobilize himself. If he hadn't mastered the Skills of deflecting force and instinctively used Mutated Tissue to neutralize the Strength, he might have lost his grip on the blade without using Second Self . A Skills-based opponent? He couldn't help but recall Teacher Zheng's words: these types of opponents were his least favorite, and should be killed as quickly as possible. You Xing held the end of the staff with one hand, maintaining the forward thrust, and said in a hoarse voice, "So, you took the medicine." This was just a test. If he hadn't taken the medicine, a Martial Artist below the Third Limit couldn't have kept up with his movements and would have been killed with one strike. Although the Medicinal effects usually didn't last long, and it seemed he could conserve energy and take him down after the effects wore off, he didn't dare delay at the moment. Since the opponent came alone, he must have prepared. Maybe reinforcements would arrive later, and this place was clearly exposed. He needed to kill him quickly so he could retreat sooner. Chen Chuan stared ahead. Although Teacher Zheng's words were correct, he didn't have Teacher Zheng's Skills. Besides, this was a rare opponent, and he needed to hone his swordsmanship with him. Before, the high state produced after Second Self Merge was time-limited, but now his main body could reach this state, and Second Self could withstand various attacks, so there was no need to rush for results. Good sparring partners were hard to find. He exerted a bit of force on his hand. With a clang, the Snow Emperor Blade was completely drawn. He slowly raised the sword, pointing it forward. At a certain distance, the tips of the two Weapons slowly approached. Both maintained their stances, keeping their breathing steady. At the moment the two Weapons were about to touch, they moved at the same time! The two Weapons collided with a clang. On You Xing's side, as he knocked the blade away with the Long Staff, the tip of the staff slightly deviated outwards. At this moment, his upper arm remained still, but he shifted his weight downwards and upwards, twisting his wrist. A spiraling force was drawn from below, layering and gathering together, then transferred to the Long Staff. In that instant, the staff, which had been slightly bent outwards, suddenly straightened. He took half a step forward and thrust, all Strength rapidly converging at the tip, stabbing towards Chen Chuan's head again. Chen Chuan neutralized the shock from the collision that had seeped into the blade. He raised the blade upwards, placing it on the path of the attack. Although he successfully deflected the Long Staff, the Strength from it caused the blade to tremble. Minute Strength constantly drilled into his body, and even when he tried to reduce it, there was a prickly, numbing sensation. The tip of the staff pierced through the rain curtain, exposing itself to the rain behind it. The rain there seemed to explode outwards, showing the intensity of the Strength within. You Xing's rear hand then flicked, changing from a stab to a sweep, striking horizontally. Chen Chuan ducked to dodge. He originally wanted to draw his blade closer for a forward slash, but he saw signs of the staff returning to sweep again. He retreated, a gust of wind carrying a muffled sound swept past his cheek, even lifting the hair in front of his forehead. At this point, he was close to the rain curtain, so he simply retreated several steps, withdrawing to the open ground outside the eaves. You Xing seemed to follow closely, maintaining a distance where the end of the staff could barely reach Chen Chuan . After exiting the door, he advanced swiftly, the staff slashing diagonally. This time, Chen Chuan took advantage of his awkwardness in moving through the doorway to take a step forward, using his blade to block the staff, trying to break into the inner circle to unleash his swordsmanship. As Internal energy made contact with the Long Staff, the staff shook, instantly dissolving the Internal energy. At the same time, it pressed downwards, immediately suppressing his raised blade. There was a clinging force on it, and Chen Chuan couldn't break free for a moment. The Long Sword was twisted around twice by the staff, and then the Long Staff suddenly flicked outwards. Originally, after these two Gathering power moves, the Internal energy could have launched the Long Sword away with the next move, even carrying the whole person with it. However, You Xing's Mutated Tissue was damaged, and he didn't have enough power, so he couldn't deliver the full force. Chen Chuan felt a strong Internal energy surge in his hand, as if someone had grabbed the blade and was pulling it forcefully to one side. He stepped back with his rear foot, his center of gravity sinking, and the two sets of Mutated Tissue simultaneously formed a sinking force, forcibly holding the blade in place, his body not even swaying. At this moment, the water vapor that had exploded when the initial staff strike hit had completely dissipated in the air. The cool water droplets fell on them with a gust of wind, and the surrounding branches and rain curtain swayed along with it. You Xing exhausted a strike and retreated his hands, taking the chance to recover his breath. Chen Chuan tore off his jacket, revealing the black casual wear underneath. Rain fell on him, and faint wisps of white mist dissipated from his body, as if enveloped in a layer of white light under the light of the door. He held the sword defensively, supporting the back of the blade with one hand, staring ahead. This was exactly the opponent he had been hoping for, through actual combat he could comprehend and learn more. You Xing's bloodshot eyes stared at him. With the Supernatural Entity watching behind him, he just wanted to end the fight quickly and resolve the immediate crisis. After making some adjustments, he didn't waste any words, following up with a few steps forward, shifting his grip forward, holding the staff behind him, and suddenly turned around, using the spiraling force to swing the Long Staff out. The rain in front seemed to be cut open by a sharp blade, creating a semi-circular shockwave. After Chen Chuan stepped back to avoid it, seeing the range of his moves widen, he immediately blocked the path with his blade when the Long Staff went to one side. At the same time, he lunged inward, the bricks under his feet crumbling. The shattered pieces that were still around him hadn't even landed before he swept them up and rushed forward. However, You Xing placed his front hand on the staff, using his rear hand as a pivot to press down, intentionally exposing the rear end of the staff, which suddenly pried upwards, accurately striking the front of the blade, knocking the blade away. At the same time, his front hand pressed down again, turning the staff to smash down on him. Chen Chuan was guided by his skillful force, and the blade involuntarily lifted upwards. Although his defenses were exposed, he didn't try to force it down at this moment. Instead, he lifted his hand along with the Strength, facing the attacking staff, and continued to step forward, using the hilt of the Long Sword to lift upwards, blocking the falling staff with a clang. In the instant of impact, a Strength poured down from the staff, causing a large area of the ground where he stood to shatter, his feet almost buried in it. He didn't fully use Mutated Tissue to receive this blow. He would do that during practice, but at this moment, he preferred to let his muscles and bones bear it, because this would allow his Mutated Tissue to be fully available for mobilization. Sёarᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He wasn't good with Skills, but he could overpower his opponent with pure Strength. This hard block was the opportunity he had been waiting for. At this moment, his breathing rose, and his whole body's Mutated Tissue convulsed, a powerful and unmatched Internal energy erupting from the point where the staff and blade met. You Xing immediately sensed the change in Internal energy. He could have dissolved it, but his damaged Mutated Tissue prevented him from making such timely and subtle changes. As a result, the staff was knocked upwards, and he was forced to retreat two steps by the Strength it carried. Chen Chuan seized this opportunity and would not let it go. With the blade already raised above his head, he suddenly slashed down at the person. You Xing , in the process of retreating, gripped the staff with both hands and turned it, bracing it horizontally in front of him. With a clang, the force of the chopping Internal energy pressed down, and his knees bent involuntarily, his feet sinking. He not only stepped into the floor, but the ankles were buried in the dirt below, as if nailed down. He knew immediately that this was not good. If he lost the body's momentum, the power of the staff would be greatly reduced. Chen Chuan wanted to force him to confront him head-on. You Xing stopped in place, which allowed him to find the Rhythm he had during training. While pressing down, he dragged backwards, then turned his wrist, a backhand sweep. You Xing's eyes narrowed, he gripped the staff with both hands, quickly pushing to the side, intending to block the blade and use the force to push himself away. However, the Strength from the blade was light and floaty, completely lacking the full Internal energy it had before. Because he also had the Skills to divert and mobilize Mutated Tissue, this misjudgment wasn't enough to make him overuse his Internal energy, but his injuries caused his escape attempt to fail. At this moment, Chen Chuan drove the blade again, another chop, and he had to raise his staff to block again. Chen Chuan slashed out more than a dozen times. Although You Xing was stuck in place and couldn't move, he blocked every slash with incredible danger, relying on his solid fundamentals to avoid mistakes and defensive flaws. Because the two exchanged blows too quickly, the powerful Strength and movements created a whistling airflow. The rain that blew in was splashed out before it even landed on them. Even the brick and wood fragments generated by the impact were swept away, and the lights above shook violently, as if a vortex expanding outwards had formed around them. You Xing had reached his limit at this moment. Because he couldn't move easily, many of his Skills were difficult to use, and the Strength from Chen Chuan's blade was solid. Each collision dissipated some of it with Mutated Tissue, but each time it knocked him down a little more, and now the dirt below was almost burying his calves. And because he had lost the initiative, his injured Mutated Tissue could not recover its breath, so when the twenty-first blade slashed over, he lost Strength, the staff suddenly slipped from one hand, swinging far away, and his Chest was wide open. Then a cold light flashed, and when he could see clearly, the Long Sword had already pierced through his heart. He looked up at Chen Chuan's calm eyes, knowing what would happen next, and a look of terror appeared in his eyes, saying, "Wait, wait, I..." Chen Chuan said apologetically, "Sorry, I disturbed you, have a good trip." He pressed the back of the blade with his other hand, retreated, and suddenly drew the blade, slashing it backwards. With a whoosh, You Xing's head flew out, rolling to the stone carving of the raccoon cat, bumping into it, rolling back a little, and then stopping.

Chapter 291: Fatal Strike

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