Chapter 8 - Heaven Splitting Sword Strike (1/2)
”Xiao Hua, where are you? Your favorite elder brother is here to play with you!” Yuan shouted loudly in the forest the moment he logged on.
”Aiii… What am I doing?” He sat down afterward, his hand reaching for the necklace around his neck.
Despite it seemingly made out of steel with a piece of jade attached, the necklace was as light as a feather, nearly weightless.
”Even though she said to use this to call her… how do I use it?” He played around with the necklace as he pondered.
He tried poking it, caressing it, commanding it to open, even licking it, but alas, the necklace stayed unchanging. After many minutes and many failures later, Yuan decided to stop trying to activate the necklace.
”Oh, Xiao Hua. How can you give something so complicated without giving me an explanation?” He sighed loudly.
Suddenly, as though the heavens heard his sigh, the earth trembled.
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The sound of metal clashing resounded, followed by loud cursing.
”Eat my Coiling Sword Strike, you bastard!”
”Courting death!”
Boom! A loud explosion appeared in the distance, and Yuan's jaw dropped. What just happened? Why did the earth tremble the way it did just now? Did someone drop a bomb?
Clang! The sound of metal clashing resounded again, and a strong wind suddenly swept the place, nearly lifting Yuan into the air.
”Devil Meng Li! If I don't kill you today, then I am not Zhan Xuegang!”
”Ahahaha! A mere half-step Spirit Grandmaster like you think you can kill me? Today will be the day you will realize your foolish existence — in hell!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Visible ripples filled with profound power swiftly swept the sky after every clash, sending chills down Yuan's spine every time it swept past him.
”It is actually two people fighting against each other that is causing this phenomenon?!” Yuan was shocked, to say the least. ”To fight in someone else's garden, how disrespectful!”
Soon, two figures could be seen fighting each other in the air from where Yuan stood. One with long red hair and one with long black hair. They were going back and forth, throwing powerful sword strikes at each other that would create ripples upon being blocked by the other person.
”They are flying, just like that old man!” Yuan recalled Elder Song, the old man who gave him and thousands of other players a brief explanation about this world while standing on a sword in the air.
The fight in the air lasted for many minutes without either one gaining an advantage over the other; they seemed to be equally matched.
However, as they were getting closer and closer to where Yuan stood, the destructive ripples created by their sword clashes also became a pressure for him.
Despite not being apart of the fight, Yuan could feel a dominating pressure making it difficult for him to breath, and his body felt as though it was carrying a heavy rock.
”Die for me! Seven Earthly Sword Strikes!”
”Ahahaha! Too weak! Way too weak! Bloody Sword Strike!”
A ripple far superior to the previous swept through the place until it could no longer be seen on the horizon.
Cough! Yuan could no longer resist the pressure and coughed up a mouthful of blood. ”Shit! This is really uncomfortable!” He wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand.
”I can even taste the iron-like taste of blood…” Yuan was completely immersed at this moment. The pain in his body and the realistic features of this game temporarily made him forget that this was just a game.
”If they get any closer, I will definitely die from collateral damage!” He began running away from the two, but the clashes between them were also getting stronger.
”Nine Earthly Sword Strikes!”
”Devil's Blood!”
Boom! Trees fell and the clouds scattered from the impact, and Yuan was sent flying towards a tree, losing consciousness a moment later.
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”Hahahaha! Zhan Xuegang, what's wrong? Didn't you say that you will kill me today?” One of the figures began laughing while pointing at the other person who was missing an arm. ”The Prime Disciple of the Profound Sword Sect is only so-so— just like that junior sister of yours… Hahahaha!”
”I will… I WILL KILL YOU!” Zhan Xuegang roared, his eyes turned red, and his cultivation base suddenly increased dramatically.
”What!?” The eyes of Devil Ming Li widened from shock. ”You… you had a breakthrough in the middle of our fight?!”
”I will avenge Junior apprentice-sister Xia today by killing you even if I have to lose all four of my limbs and become a cripple!” His eyes and nose began bleeding, and veins appeared all over his body.
”Was she your lover by any chance? Then let me tell you something important before you die… her body was amazing! It is truly a pity that she had killed herself or else I would have surely enjoyed her body even more! Hahahaha!”
”MENG LI, GO TO HELLLLLL!!!!” The blue sword in Zhan Xuegang's grasp glowed a dark blue light, and killing intent soared beyond the clouds.
”SPIRIT BLADE!”
”Trying to bring me down with you? Just because you are now a Spirit Grandmaster like me does not mean we are on equal standing, you fool!” Meng Li's red hair glowed a crimson color along with his eyes, looking like a real devil from hell.
”Hell's Fire!”
Suddenly, before the two of them could release their techniques, a little girl in red robes appeared in-between them like a ghost, and in her grasp was a necklace covered in fresh blood.
”For disturbing the peace of our place, your cultivation base shall be crippled as a punishment.” The little girl waved her sleeves, and Meng Li and Zhan Xuegang felt their entire cultivation base collapse an instant later.
Without any cultivation to support them, the two were no longer able to control their attacks or fly, and they fell straight to the ground, breaking many bones upon hitting the earth.
”Who are you?!” Meng Li cried out loud as he laid on the ground, experiencing major pain across his body. To cripple him, a Spirit Grandmaster, with a mere wave of her sleeves, her background must be shocking.
As for Zhan Xuegang, he could only stare at the little girl in the air with wide eyes. He was too shocked to think.