Vol 2 Chapter 16.1 (1/2)

Book 2 - Fame Spreads

Chapter 16.1 - Fist Concept, Blade Techniques

28 Jan 2017

Note:

Fourth chapter of the week

After jumping down, the two long-armed rac.o.o.ns didn’t immediately attack. Rather, they slowly circled about. Perhaps they were teasing or trying to figure out how this bunch of humans had seen through their plan.

They were unlike humans. In addition to a high wisdom, they also possessed exceedingly sharp perception. In their perception, the male holding the huge broadsword exuded a dangerous feeling. In comparison, although the rest were quite a lot in numbers, they didn’t amount to much.

The rac.o.o.n in the back gradually opened its mouth. This huge spiritual beast, which looked hardly any different than a horse-monkey(macaque), stretched its upper limbs, which were longer than its whole body, and suddenly jumped. Grabbing an arm-thick branch, it observed the humans before it; its body half-suspended in the air.

Subsequently, like a ray of light streaking across the horizon, a snow-white color filled its eyes.

Its wisdom and b.e.a.s.t.i.a.l instinct screamed danger. Its two arms released the branch before its body curled up as it retreated backwards while its two arms recklessly struck at its front.

In one jump, He Yiming’s figure had already landed on this spiritual beast’s head. The broadsword in his hands flickered- appearing and disappearing- as it severely slashed at the racc.o.o.n’s arm.

This was not some secret art or peerless blade technique. It was merely an illusion created due to the swiftness of He Yiming’s broadsword.

“Bang, bang, bang…”

A burst of acute noises rang out in succession, bringing a painful sensation to the ears of listeners as if metal had been struck.

Suddenly, the racc.o.o.n issued a long screech. Subsequently, its body flew back. In this series of severe exchanges, the first who had failed to preserve was not He Yiming, but this long-armed racc.o.o.n who had seemed so majestic all along and had treated the humans before it as weeds.

He Yiming heartily laughed, the sound of which contained an unspeakable feeling of being rejuvenated. Even as his laughter echoed, his footsteps unceasingly followed after the retreating racc.o.o.n. At the same time, the broadsword in his hand danced, limiting the path of racc.o.o.n to a straight line.

Xie Grace and the rest all had their eyes opened wide. If this scene had not been playing right in front of their eyes, they wouldn’t have believed it even in their death.

He Yiming’s blade techniques exuded nothing extraordinary. Every individual present here could use a broadsword to this degree.

Of course, they didn’t know the true weight of this sword. If they had known that the weight of this sword exceeded three hundred jins, even Xie Grace wouldn’t dare think as such.

However, although they didn’t know the blade’s true weight, in any case, they could clearly see He Yiming forcing the beast into a retreat while it even issued howls of pain. As such, they could somewhat estimate how much strength this broadsword actually contained.

In addition to the possession of innate divine strength, this person’s Internal Energy had reached an exceedingly high realm. This was the only explanation.

Suddenly, a thought struck their mind like lightning.

Tenth layer. Only a tenth layer expert who had the support of innate divine strength could accomplish this feat.