Chapter 1112 – Theysre Everywhere (1/2)

Chapter 1112 – They're Everywhere

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

One could catch fish in a lake because there were fish inside, but there were no swords in a lake.

And besides, Chen Changsheng had not caught a sword—he had just taken it out.

This was a simpler action that indicated that he knew there was a sword there.

Like he was performing a magic trick, he took a sword out of the lake.

And then he thrust it at Shang Xingzhou.

Water spilled off the sword while a sword glow rose from it, revealing the sword with dazzling clarity.

The lake shore became bright, the splashing water like trees of silver or stars in the night sky.

Ten-some points of starlight brightened as a figure blurred, following the orbits of the stars in the night sky.

Shang Xingzhou retreated along the stars, instantly appearing ten-some zhang away.

Squelch.

A tear appeared on his collar.

Blood seeped out, a petal of an inky plum blossom on his blue Daoist robe.

”Master, just concede.”

Chen Changsheng said to Shang Xingzhou.

Water trickled down from the sword in his hand and fell against the rocks on the shore, the dripping almost hypnotizing.

Shang Xingzhou did not reply. He calmly stepped forward, once more appearing before him.

Both hands on his sword, he raised it over his head.

His bare arms glimmered under the sun. He was like a statue, perfectly sculpted to exhibit its strength.

Still there was no technique or profundity, just a simple slash.

The air screeched as the sword chafed against it, sparking a brilliant flame.

The blazing and brutal Qi rose from both Shang Xingzhou's body and the sun.

The stain of blood on the Daoist robe instantly evaporated.

The water on Chen Changsheng's sword also vaporized into nothing.

The bright and beautiful sword glow rose once more, but it was not aimed at Shang Xingzhou.

Chen Changsheng knew that Shang Xingzhou would not react to his sword, so it did not matter how fast it was.

He could only block.

Bang!

Two swords met once more.

Another thunderous boom spread out from the lake shore, surmounting the academy walls to resonate over the entire capital.

Another downpour descended as walls tilted and trees fell. The howling wind threw the loose rocks on the shore all over the place while lake water irrigated the surroundings.

Ten-some pools, big and small, appeared on the lawn.

Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng had vanished.

They next appeared on the lawn in front of the library.

The stone steps leading to the library were covered in cracks and had slightly sunk into the ground.

Chen Changsheng was lying on the steps, his hands propped on the ground as he prepared to stand.

The sword he had taken from the lake had also been sent flying.

His Stupid Sword had not been broken, but it had also failed to receive Shang Xingzhou's tyrannical sword.

Wind flapped against the blue Daoist robe, which was now sporting several new holes.

Shang Xingzhou walked toward the library.

Without turning his head, Chen Changsheng thrust his right hand into the shattered steps and pulled.

Metal scraped against rock as a sword appeared in his hand.

His movements were so natural that it seemed like this had been long-prepared, practiced countless times.

Even the most inconceivable event would find it hard to surprise someone if it was repeated several times.

Shang Xingzhou's expression did not change.

Chen Changsheng stood up and sincerely said, ”Master, just concede.”

Shang Xingzhou still said nothing. He silently walked forward, his hands slashing his sword down.

Sunlight glimmered on his sword and bare arms.

The inscriptions on the sword and the veins of his muscles were crystal-clear.

The aura of life and the odor of death were equally intense, intoxicating or frightening like a strong wine.

With a giant boom, dust exploded into the air.

An extremely deep furrow appeared in front of the library.

The glossy ebony floorboards were thrown into the air where they burst into splinters.