Chapter 22 The Lone Butterfly (1/2)

Shen Lian could not tear his eyes away from the ongoing battle. He was learning so much by watching two of the highly skilled Jianghu drifters fighting against each other.

His spirit was stronger than both of them and it could leave his body.

By experiencing the fight through his spirit rather than relying on his eyes, he could better tell the contrast in each of their strength and weaknesses.

It is only natural that even the strongest of wind and heaviest of downpour would pass.

However, the purity of Ling Chongxiao's martial art skills was evident in his every move. He had the strength of a tiger, leopard, and feral wolves; his power was impenetrable, just as the waterfall that crushes down from the highest of mountains. There was no sign of weakening.

The man in green could not defend for a prolonged period without losing. If he did not strike back in time, he would be caught under Ling Chongxiao's rhythm. When that happens, he would be a butterfly that got caught in spider net – there was no escaping.

Shen Lian was looking intently at the man in green and felt his spiritual sense being pushed to its limit. He felt that the man in green's spirit was escalating quickly as the battle dragged on.

This was a benefit from fighting against sandstorm in the desert, the man in green had refined himself, and his potential could be unleashed when he faced great adversity.

Especially after his near-death experience, it was as though he had gone through a metamorphosis.

An airbag with the size of a mouse started growing on his back; his organs were giving off sounds of vibration, similar to that of thunder.

Shen Lian noticed that the man in green's inner Qi was coursing through his body, and was racing without pause.

The two iron hooks that were on his clavicles were broken off in a loud clang. It looked as though two murderous new moons were sent flying at Ling Chongxiao.

The two iron hooks were spinning at high speed.

Shen Lian focused his psyche. A blight of white light appeared on his Ancestral Cavity between his brows; it was as though he grew an extra eye.

It felt like his spirit was out of his body, yet at the same time, it was not.

His psyche was extending infinitely and the outside world had turned whitish silver. Through his sensing abilities, the iron hooks seemed to be slowing down, and he could see clearly the bloodstain that was left on it. Even though the world was in whitish silver, the color still had different hues to it.

”The drifters of Zhao wore their unadorned bands, the tip of the blade Wu Gou gleamed like the frost and snow; Killing one person in ten steps, and traveling for hundreds of miles without pausing.”

The man in green entered into a state that he had never experienced before. His psyche kept peaking, as though it was trying to reach the moon above heaven.

The moon was in solitude and lonely.

One would sit before the flowers in sobriety and would rest underneath the moon in drunkenness.

The man in green acted like a drunken butterfly that was stumbling around, he rose and fell similar to the tidings of waves.

He mastered this movement from his days in the desert. It was an ultimate killing move he had derived from all of his knowledge of martial arts. Regardless of how strong the opponent, he could overpower them with his movement, and there was no escaping from death.

This was known as the ”Butterfly in the Storm”.

In a battle between experts, the fight does not go on for days and nights. The decisive move usually happens in a matter of seconds.

However, the same could not be said about these two. Ling Chongxiao had unblocked the entry point, and he had ”tamed the white tiger”. In terms of physical strength or inner Qi, both were enormous beyond comprehension. It would be difficult to put these mystical anomalies into words.

On the other hand, the man in green had unblocked the Governor Vessel and Conception Vessel. There was a whole new world within him, an endless loop that gave him impressive endurance abilities. That, and with his guerrilla fighting style, he could last for a very long time.

However, the man in green knew that he would expose himself if it dragged on. With his psyche exhausted, he might even lose his chance to draw the Deity Vanquishing Sword.

The reason why he was not blinded by optimism was because he was well informed of the difference between his strength and that of Ling Chongxiao.

When the inner Qi coursed through the Governor Vessel and Conception Vessel, the iron hooks that were buried deep in his clavicles got vibrated off, his mind and spirit finally entered an unpredictably astonishing state.

His body was like that of a butterfly; the vitality in him converged to a single point.

He bounced around by taking rhythmic steps; It felt as though he was about to be crushed to bits by Ling Chongxiao's sheer force.