402 A Simple Hack (2/2)
Because anyone would, if they were in his position.
His sword would remind Ning Que of Chao Xiaoshu as long as he saw it.
Ning Que would think, why was Chao Xiaoshu's sword in his hands?
Did Chao Xiaoshu really lose to him?
Is Chao Xiaoshu alive?
”If Chao Xiaoshu is still alive, how can Ning Que hack his podao at me?''
”Isn't he worried that if he kills me, Chao Xiaoshu will die with me?”
”Does he think he could escape from thinking of Chao Xiaoshu with his eyes closed?”
All these thoughts circled through Liu Yiqing's head.
He believed that Ning Que would think about all of those questions. Even if he had an unhumanly determined mind, he would still lose some focus, and then his move of the podao would become less fluent.
The fight between two powerful men was to seek victory, but this often only depended on what was on their mind in the most vital moment.
Liu Yiqing had been preparing for a long time to startle Ning Que.
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But Ning Que didn't hesitate at all.
He closed his eyes and hacked his podao forward in a decisive and brutal way.
He was not distracted.
The reason why he closed his eyes was not to stop himself thinking about Chao Xiaoshu.
He wasn't thinking about Chao Xiaoshu's sword, nor did he realize that Chao Xiaoshu might have been killed or was being tortured in the Sword Garret. It never even occurred to him that if he dared to kill his enemy, Chao Xiaoshu would die.
He didn't think, he only hacked his podao forward.
And so, he could only focus on that.
It was far simpler than Liu Yiqing's mind.
And the attack of Ning Que was also far more powerful than that of Liu Yiqing.
The podao in Ning Que's hand lit up suddenly.
Countless golden lights spurred out from the dark blade. Its light, as bright as the sun rising from the sea, and its colour, as rich as the burning clouds at dusk.
Under the control of Ning Que's Psyche Power, the golden rays were bundled so that they didn't spread in all directions. Instead, they turned into a flame, rushing towards Liu Yiqing's face.
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Chen Lixue's hands clenched on the window ledge. He stood up in the carriage.
There was a snapping sound, the window ledge he held on to was crushed and a big hole was left in the carriage wall.
Although standing next to the carriage, He Mingchi was too nervous to notice the loud noise. His fist tightened and his knuckles were deep in the wheel, spreading wood chippings everywhere.
Looking at the side gate of the Academy, they exclaimed in disbelief, ”Divine Skill!”
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A horrible scream was heard from the person lying on the ground in front of the side gate of the Academy.
Thousands of rays beat Liu Yiqing's face like burning fire. The pure light burned brightly into his eyes, causing him to scream in agony.
The sharp pain in his eyes distracted him from focusing on attacking his enemy. All the light had disappeared and his world became completely dark.
The podao in Ning Que's hand hacked against Liu Yiqing's sword.
It sparked great power.
The wind and thunder on Liu Yiqing's sword died out quickly.
The podao was still going forward as if it was burning.
Then, the sword in Liu Yiqing's hand shattered into pieces.
But the podao didn't stop.
Ning Que only knew where Liu Yiqing was before he closed his eyes.
So his podao hacked on the ground, rather than on Liu Yiqing who stumbled back, screaming.
But that was enough.
The burning podao hacked against the ground , spewing out flames. The Haotian Divine Light surged out from the blade, turning into a bundle of thrilling Qi of Heaven and Earth which shot towards Liu Yiqing.
There was a gust of heavy wind.
Liu Yiqing's body was like a sandbag in the wind. It floated slowly in the sky and then dropped heavily on the solid ground. He rolled over on the ground more than ten times and only stopped when he hit a peach tree at the foot of the slope.
As he hit the tree, a snap sounded, indicating that either the tree or his bones had broken.
Liu Yiqing stood up, his right hand struggling to hold on to the peach tree.
He looked very miserable, his clothes frayed and stained with blood and dust. A shower of peach blossoms fell on him, the color of which was even redder than blood.
The scariest thing was that his eyes seemed to be perfectly fine at first, hostility remaining in them. But this was simply because he was blind, as revealed by his confused and worried expression.
In the next few moments, he awoke from the daze and started feeling terrified. When his terror accumulated, he was left in a state of frenzy.
He looked at the sky in a daze, his hands grabbing the handle of his sword tightly as if it were his last straw, ”How can you use Divine skills? Who taught you that!” He cried out, waving the sword handle crazily.
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