Chapter 463 - Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword (1/2)

Chapter 463 Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword

With a sneer on his face, Xiao Chen performed his swordsmanship with impressive precision, attacking Mo Jinyan in the next second. He thrust his sword just once, yet produced a whirlwind of sword silhouettes whose momentum came pouring down like the rain. Every attack was quick and accurate, leaving Mo Jinyan no room to even raise his hand to block.

The crowd clicked their tongue in wonder. Even the elders who looked down on Xiao Chen were watching in shock. Cultivators these days tended to pursue absolute strength, neglecting their swordsmanship until they were far inferior to cultivation sects of yesteryears. If they were to meet a similarly powerful cultivator with exquisite swordsmanship, their loss would be inevitable.

Most of them also lamented about their inferiority compared to Xiao Chen after seeing his polished swordsmanship. They thought he was some boy from the boonies who only knew brute force and not swordsmanship from the cultivation sects, only to be surprised by his splendid use of the sword and aura that didn’t lack to disciples from famous clans. This time, their impression of Xiao Chen had been renewed.

Xiao Chen was still sneering as he commanded his sword like a rain of blades. He used one of the styles of the Green Flute Swordplay, “Undiscovered Talent”. This time, his blade was aiming for Mo Jinyan’s throat. He wasn’t giving him any more chances.

Mo Jinyan raised his sword and forced Xiao Chen’s sword out of its trajectory, allowing him to escape from the fatal attack on his throat. Only a strand of his hair was cut. Before he could recover, however, Xiao Chen was already attacking him from behind with his increasingly pressing swordsmanship, forcing him into a corner. Mo Jinyan kept retreating. He knew that a single lapse in judgment could cost him his flesh, but that wasn’t the worst of it: the Mo family couldn’t afford to lose face!

Suddenly, he triggered the True Energy inside him. Not concerning how the Sword Qi would hurt him, he flew backward until he was 100 or so feet away. The strange sword made of mystic iron in his hand was also beginning to tremble, showing signs of exploding. Strange wisps of cold air continued to emanate from within.

He landed back on the ground, his clothes now ripped in certain parts by Xiao Chen’s Sword Qi, making him look rather pathetic. Xiao Chen smiled. “How did you like it? Is the swordsmanship of a nobody from the Human World like me still passable?”

Mo Jinyan clenched his hands so hard that his bones creaked. Rage was shooting through his brain, but he swiftly calmed down. “One move isn’t enough to demonstrate the strength of a person. Your swordsmanship might be exquisite, but the Mo family has never relied on opportunistic traps like swordsmanship to secure a victory. What we rely on is absolute strength, strength powerful enough to make heaven tremble!”

The crowd held their breath and watched with rapt attention. Chu Lingjiao’s palms were sweating. She couldn’t help but be worried. Mo Jinyan shouldn’t have had a sword battle with Xiao Chen. She had witnessed the latter’s swordsmanship and knew how impressive it was. Perhaps, besides the disciples of the Kunlun Sword Sect and Mount Shu Sword Sect, no one or sect in this world was his match in swordsmanship.

The three youngsters watching from a distance were already celebrating what they saw as a certain victory. They shouted, “Good luck, Brother Chen! You’re the best, Brother Chen!”

Xiaoyue and the rest wore decidedly different expressions. On the Su family’s camp, Su Ying was nodding. “His swordsmanship is impressive, but it’s a pity that…” He shook his head, looking rather regretful.

“What’s a pity?” Su Zimu asked, looking confused. He considered Xiao Chen’s swordsmanship to be direct and powerful, carrying the boldness a man should have. He thought he performed very well and did nothing that should be pitied.

“It’s a pity that he’s too hasty. His swordsmanship is rushed, and excessively bold. Is that so, Father?” Su Yue looked pretty and sweet in her purple clothing. She coiled her hand around Su Ying’s arm and questioned him with a soft voice.

Su Ying nodded. “If he had slanted the attack earlier ever so slightly, Mo Jinyan wouldn’t have been able to dodge it.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “I’m guessing that it was a woman who invented this swordsmanship. In her swordsmanship, what should be soft ought to carry a steely strength, pressing on the opponent with incorporeal force. But, he made every move so forceful that he lost its essence. It’s a pity indeed. Perhaps, it’s like the performer of the swordsmanship himself. It follows his bold and outspoken temper to a tee.”

Su Yue burst into laughter, revealing a rare feminine temperament. “You’re right, Father. This kid’s temper resembles my sister’s. If he could’ve kept his cool at Tianyuan City, then he wouldn’t have been easily goaded by other’s few words and ended up suffering so much afterward.”

Su Yue turned around to tell Su Zimu, “Heard that? Your Heavenly Thirteen Swords swordsmanship isn’t mature enough. It’s far from Yu Yifeng’s Dance of the Arcing Rainbow.”

Su Zimu saluted her with a smile. “You’re right, Aunt.”

…

Snow swirled all around the summit arena. Mo Jinyan had received more than ten of Xiao Chen’s storm-like sword attacks in a row. His clothes were in tatters. He decided to just take it off, revealing his well-built body and bronze-colored skin. He was like an angry beast staring down Xiao Chen, his eyes revealing the ominous glint of a wild wolf. The strange sword made from mystic iron in his hand was cracked in all sorts of places. Even the iron blade was beginning to fall off.

Xiao Chen’s gaze was as cold as ice. “Here’s another move for you, Jade For A Thousand Miles!” He leaped into the air and swung his sword down, sending snow churning for a thousand miles. Four jade-green sword lights attacked Mo Jinyan from four directions, their momentum incomparably fierce.

The crowd below was stunned. That was clearly just one attack, yet it produced four Sword Qi. It was too unbelievable. Mo Jinyan’s pupils shrank rapidly, but he couldn’t determine which Sword Qi was the real deal and which was fake. He had no choice but to hastily block the top of his head with his Mystic Iron Sword, warding off the four jade-green sword lights.

“Clank!”

A loud sound resonated. Mo Jinyan found his feet sinking an inch into the snow-covered ground. The Mystic Iron Sword in his hand was experiencing changes after taking on a powerful hit. Countless iron pieces began dropping off the blade and along with it, wisps of bitterly cold aura started seeping out of it.