Chapter 163 – A New Downpour Washes Away Dust of the Past (2/2)

Even though they weren’t sure as to what was happening to Chen Chang Sheng’s body, they couldn’t allow the chance for any surprises.

But he didn’t move.

That’s because the Autumn rain was far too grand, carving out channels upon the sand, provoking awe from within him; he didn’t dare to cross this boundary.

Yet, that didn’t matter.

Because he is Heavenly Academy’s pride and he himself was also very proud.

From the start, he had wanted to prove to the entire continent and to Her Highness that Chen Chang Sheng is inferior to himself, therefore, defeating Chen Chang Sheng when he is at his strongest, was the ideal outcome.

A spell of Autumn rain, a spell of cold.

The tower slowly became chilly.

The rainstorm gradually lightened, becoming a pitter-patter.

Chen Chang Sheng opened his eyes.

His eyes were bright, akin to beads of rain, able to clearly see the hidden visage of this world.

The sand that was dancing around his body, had already fallen; the True Essence that had been leaking out, was all gathered back into his body.

Once again experiencing initial meditation, thus, he who had successfully skipped realm levels, was currently at a pinnacle.

He raised the short sword in his hand.

A sword manifestation, akin to the Autumn rain, shrouded the entire tower, instantly arriving before Zhuang Huan Yu.

Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, the First Movement, Rising Flurry.

Zhuang Huan Yu’s face instantly paled.

He never could have expected, after but a short period of time, akin to having only experienced a spell of torrential rain, with Chen Chang Sheng having closed his eyes and then opened them; that Chen Chang Sheng would become this powerful.

The sword manifestation that was akin to the Autumn rain, coalesced to its utmost point; the True Essence imbued within was also powerful to an extraordinary degree.

Under the trembling state of his mind, Zhuang Huang Yu actually didn’t respond, entering a completely disadvantageous position.

That formed yet primed sword manifestation, was akin to an Autumn rain that was on the verge of falling, being only a foot away from the centre of Zhuang Huan Yu’s brows.

Pitter-patter, pitter-patter; rain on the black eaves slowly fell, striking upon the floor.

The sand had already been washed away by the rain, revealing the green slabs that were beneath.

The raindrops drummed upon the green slabs; the sounds of dripping caused the area’s atmosphere to become abnormally tense.

Chen Chang Sheng didn’t continue advancing his blade.

This was his first strike after breaking through, his concentration and sword momentum were currently in peak condition; Zhuang Huan Yu, having momentarily lost his concentration, could very possibly be struck down by a single move.

But Chen Chang Sheng didn’t.

He waited for Zhuang Huan Yu to regain his senses.

That’s because when he was meditating and had closed his eyes, Zhuang Huan Yu waited for him.

Whether be it because the Autumn rain carving out channels in the sand had caused Zhuang Huan Yu to not dare to advance, or because of his pride, regardless, he had given Chen Chang Sheng a chance.

Therefore, Chen Chang Sheng had to give this chance back to him.

The Tower of Purging Dust was quiet.

“The battles of young people are indeed different,” said someone on the second floor melancholily.

For adults, in a duel as important as the Grand Examination, they definitely wouldn’t give their opponent any chance.

Only young people would do this.

Maybe it was because they had experienced comparatively little, having accrued a limited amount of dust upon their body, or perhaps it was the Autumn rain, washing away the dust upon them.

Regardless, in comparison to adults, they still believed in the concept of being fair; this was perhaps naive and childish, but it also represented a kind of vitality and self-confidence.

“You can’t beat me anymore.”

Chen Chang Sheng looked at Zhuang Huan Yu and said: “Just concede defeat.”