NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 80: Are You Kidding Me?
Chapter 80: Are You Kidding Me?
High above in the sky.
Chen Zhixing stepped out of the vortex, and the scene of Tianchuan Mountain gradually unfolded before him.
A massive flying boat dominated the sky.
The swordsman A Liang, whose head had been severed.
Shan Yang and others, all tied up.
In the distance, sat Chai Qingchi, the grandmaster of swordsmanship, cross-legged in the void.
Even farther away, the Sword Sect's protector, Zhao Chengsheng, was searching for something, surrounded by a group of sword cultivators, all gazing at Chen Zhixing.
Chen Zhixing vaguely sensed what was going on.
"Quick! Go and take back my treasure!!"
The young sect master fixed his gaze on Chen Zhixing, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Yes!"
Behind him, eight peak-level Spiritual Wandering sword attendants immediately soared into the sky, charging towards Chen Zhixing.
The eight sword attendants formed a sword formation mid-air, intertwining their movements and sealing off Chen Zhixing’s escape route.
At the same time, a brilliant sword light shot over from a distance, landing right in front of Chen Zhixing. It was none other than Zhao Chengsheng, the Sword Sect's protector who had reached the third level of the True Self Realm!
"Sir, hand over the sword, and we can avoid conflict. What do you say?"
Zhao Chengsheng spoke in a deep voice.
He didn't want to fall out with a mysterious True Self Realm expert unless it was absolutely necessary.
The young sect master might be unreasonable, but as a protector, he couldn't afford to be.
However, as soon as he finished speaking—
"Zhao Chengsheng! What are you still babbling about? He's just at the first level of the True Self Realm! I'll give you the time it takes for one incense stick to burn; hurry up and kill him, then bring me the treasure!"
The young sect master on the deck scowled and shouted harshly.
Zhao Chengsheng took a deep breath at these words, making a decision. He understood that today's battle was unavoidable.
In an instant, a cold glint of killing intent flashed in Zhao Chengsheng’s eyes.
He hesitated no longer.
"Since the young sect master wants your life, I’m afraid you must die!"
"Attack!"
Boom!!
Instantly, the eight peak Spiritual Wandering sword attendants moved first, attacking from eight directions simultaneously towards Chen Zhixing! Their sharp sword lights erupted from their blades, transforming into a golden sun that illuminated the night sky! Countless sword cultivators present flinched at the sight.
This battle, delayed for three days, had finally arrived!
"The Haori Sword Formation?"
Chai Qingchi squinted slightly in the void. This was one of the Haori Sword Sect's hidden formations, capable of combining the power of eight individuals to unleash a force far beyond their own. This immense power, in terms of sheer might, was enough to rival an ordinary True Self Realm expert! "Eight Spiritual Wandering sword attendants forming a sword formation, plus a third-level True Self Realm Zhao Chengsheng—how will he counter this?"
Chai Qingchi looked at Chen Zhixing, showing a curious expression.
In the sky, Chen Zhixing raised his head to look at the golden sun and slowly drew the divine sword Qingzhi from its scabbard.
He calmly uttered two words:
"Take flight!"
Instantly, soft white petals began to bloom in the sky.
Gradually, more and more petals appeared, until they filled the sky! "What is this.?"
The eight peak Spiritual Wandering sword attendants charging towards Chen Zhixing furrowed their brows.
But before they could react—
The white petals suddenly exploded, transforming into a terrifying surge of sword energy!
Swish, swish, swish!
Like a hurricane sweeping through a desert, the entire sky turned into an ocean of sword energy.
The eight Spiritual Wandering sword attendants didn't even have time to utter a word before they were shredded to pieces like tofu sliced by a knife.
Blood rained down from the sky.
Chen Zhixing had already taken a step forward, using a ground-shrinking technique to instantly appear in front of Zhao Chengsheng, covering hundreds of feet in a single stride.
A powerful True Self Realm aura burst from Chen Zhixing.
Without any unnecessary words, Chen Zhixing swung his sword directly at Zhao Chengsheng.
"Sword Intent Petals... Is this the inheritance of the ancient Sword God?"
Zhao Chengsheng's expression turned cold as he raised his sword to block.
Clang!!
The clash of the two swords was like two mountains colliding, sending a massive shockwave that leveled the surrounding peaks! Zhao Chengsheng felt a force as overwhelming as mountains and oceans surge through the opponent's blade, tilting his own sword slightly to deflect most of the impact.
Yet, even so, he couldn't help but retreat several steps, his hands tingling.
Before he could regain his composure, countless flying sword petals rushed towards him.
"Impressive."
A trace of solemnity flashed in Zhao Chengsheng’s eyes as he shouted: "Sword Technique: Aurora!!"
Boom—! In an instant, Zhao Chengsheng stepped forward, transforming into a beam of light that tore through the heavens, scattering the flying sword petals before landing in front of Chen Zhixing with a powerful slash.
"Your swordsmanship is impressive, but unfortunately, your cultivation is too low to fully unleash its true potential!"
Zhao Chengsheng sneered coldly, his three-foot-long blade gleaming like a serpent striking at Chen Zhixing.
Chen Zhixing remained silent, raising his sword to meet the attack.
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!!
The two exchanged hundreds of blows in an instant! Sword shadows intertwined endlessly! Vast amounts of sword energy howled through the air, flattening mountains and overturning rivers!
Their clash seemed as though it would tear the entire world apart!
Countless sword cultivators watched with rapt attention, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the two combatants.
This was a True Self Realm battle, extremely rare to witness.
Bang, bang, bang! Chen Zhixing and Zhao Chengsheng clashed once again, exchanging another hundred moves! At the center of their battle—
Zhao Chengsheng's divine sword rained down relentlessly on Chen Zhixing like a storm.
Chen Zhixing remained silent, countering each strike, his eyes occasionally showing a glimmer of insight.
"Damn it! Why can’t I take him down?"
Despite having the upper hand, Zhao Chengsheng’s brow furrowed in frustration.
He found that no matter how much he pushed his swordsmanship, Chen Zhixing, like a wobbly doll, always narrowly deflected each of his attacks.
It was infuriating.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, Zhao Chengsheng noticed something, his expression changing.
He quickly glanced at the mysterious man named Bai Shi before him, realizing that the man's previously stiff and inexperienced swordsmanship was improving at an alarming rate! Initially, Zhao Chengsheng could suppress him steadily with his cultivation and sword experience.
But in the time it took for one incense stick to burn, Bai Shi's swordsmanship had become so refined that they were now evenly matched.
"This guy has been using me to practice and refine his swordsmanship?"
Zhao Chengsheng's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The next moment—
An uncontrollable fury erupted within him.
"You bastard! Do you take me for a free sparring partner?"
"Sword Technique: Grand Origin Annihilation Slash!!"
Zhao Chengsheng roared, channeling the full power of his True Self Realm third level into his sword.
Boom—!!
A terrifying sword light, like a river of stars, was unleashed by Zhao Chengsheng, splitting the boundless night sky as it slashed towards Chen Zhixing.
"Petal Dance!"
Chen Zhixing uttered two words.
Instantly, countless sword intent petals appeared, forming a massive floral shield in front of him.
Boom!!! With a deafening crash, the terrifying sword light struck the floral shield.
The shield trembled violently, cracking in places.
However, even after the terrifying sword light dissipated completely, the shield continued to stand, albeit shaking.
The next moment—
Shhh.
Countless glistening white sword petals scattered like butterflies, revealing Chen Zhixing behind the shield.
"What’s wrong? Keep going!"
Chen Zhixing swallowed, his eyes blazing as he stared at Zhao Chengsheng retreating to the distance.
Through his exchange with Zhao Chengsheng, Chen Zhixing felt his understanding of swordsmanship swell like a sponge soaking in water.
After just a hundred moves, he sensed his sword heart beginning to crystallize.
He couldn't help but sigh; truly, swordsmanship requires real combat to master.
"Have you been toying with me all along?"
Zhao Chengsheng looked at Chen Zhixing with a grim expression.
"Toying with you? I’m injured, can’t you see?"
Chen Zhixing raised his hand, showing Zhao Chengsheng a faint, almost invisible white mark on the back of his hand.
"You were just a little... just a little away from killing me!!"
"You!!!" Zhao Chengsheng's face flushed with both shame and anger at these words, and finally, unable to hold back, he roared:
"You scoundrel, how dare you mock me so?!"
Bang! Zhao Chengsheng’s fury reached its peak. He threw his divine sword into the air, rapidly forming hand seals as he shouted: "Divine Form: Caged Sparrow!!!"
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