634 Battle of the Kings of Assassins! (2/2)
It turned out that Jun Mo Xie's three kicks just happened to kick into Chu Qi Hun's own three sneaky kicks!
Chu Qi Hun could not help to sigh with praise in his heart. He had a wealth of experience as an assassin for close to a hundred years. After every job, he would always think hard and long about how to improve his techniques and style. Yet, he was still unable to gain any advantage over this kid!
The battle was not over yet. In fact, it had only just begun!
Jun Mo Xie had only just stabilized his step when his body swayed and he turned into a gust of wind. Chu Qi Hun snorted coldly; this time, he did not use any movement techniques. Instead, he began to spin rapidly on the spot like a top. His hands and legs were like the arms of the Thousand Hands Guanyin, covering his entire body so rapidly that they looked like numerous layers of blossoming lotus flowers, protecting him and counter-attacking with full strength!
A turbulent wind was stirred up around Chu Qi Hun, wrapping him in a small tornado. Numerous streams of Qi blasted out of the tornado, launching attacks in all directions continuously, including the top and bottom!
The tornado drew in all the snow in the area, pulling it in until it became a thick white pillar of snow dragon, dashing madly through the nine heavens!
Peng peng peng…
A series of heavy impacts rang out, along with the sounds of loud explosions!
Finally, a muffled snort!
The snow pillar suddenly disintegrated, and Jun Mo Xie's body appeared. Chu Qi Hun, who was standing opposite him, took three steps back, and his shirt was torn apart. A clear palm print surfaced slowly on his chest, and two deafening sounds rang out behind him. Two palm shaped pieces of cloth dropped from his robes. Chu Qi Hun grunted coldly, sucked in a breath of air and suddenly roared, ”You'll take a strike from me as well!” His body rose up and he suddenly disappeared in mid-air.
This time, it was Jun Mo Xie's turn to defend! Jun Mo Xie did the same thing as Chu Qi Hun earlier, he did not use his movement technique to disappear, and instead began to step around rapidly. His two legs constantly changed his position with extremely speed, and his body suddenly rose and fell. When his body rushed up, it reached a height of ten zhang, but when he landed, it was only the size of a midget. The continuous banging sounded like the wind blowing on lotus leaves and rain beating down on banana leaves! Clustered and endless!
Finally, with a light hei sound, Jun Mo Xie's body suddenly slid out seven zhang as if he had stepped on a water slide! At the same time, Chu Qi Hun appeared on his original spot, his eyes revealing a trace of disappointment.
Two almost indiscernible sounds rang out lightly. A palm print had appeared on Jun Mo Xie's left shoulder, and two faint pieces of fabric could be seen on his calves…
Chu Qi Hun's two strongest strikes had forced Jun Mo Xie to jump ten zhang into the sky! Because of that, the two strikes that were supposed to land on his back was smashed onto his calves…
”The match of close combat has been lost by me.” Chu Qi Hun seemed somewhat depressed. But he lifted his head nevertheless. Although one could see the disappointment in his face, there was no regret in his eyes. His eyes were still blazing with battle intent, but yet, it was still as cold and calm as ice!
”You let me win, but this was a narrow victory,” Jun Mo Xie's face was also somewhat ugly. He had used the Eight Trigrams Swimming Body Palm, Shaolin Dragon Subduing Hand, 18 Arhat Hands, and even the Tan Kick, Hung Ga, and the Long Fist style, switching between a total of 37 martial styles, to barely block Chu Qi Hun's storm-like attacks!
In the end, both sides received three palm strikes each. But Chu Qi Hun had been hit on his front chest, and his back; all fatal positions! Whereas Jun Mo Xie had been hit on his shoulder and his calves! With a single glance, Jun Mo Xie had unquestionably taken the advantage, and his victory was obvious!
In a real life and death fight, Chu Qi Hun would have died without a doubt, but Jun Mo Xie would also be heavily injured and maimed! Although being crippled was better off than being dead, it was still not a complete victory. Thus, when Jun Mo Xie said that it had been a ”narrow victory,” it was truly a sentiment from his heart!
Of course, if it was a real life or death battle, as long as Jun Mo Xie used his Yin Yang Escape art, or his Power of the Five Elements, he could have obtained victory with ease. But this fight concerned the title of the ”King of Assassins.” Therefore, Jun Mo Xie wanted to rely on his own skills, and beat Chu Qi Hun convincingly! Otherwise, he wouldn't understand why he lost even if he lost, and this proud Supreme Assassin would never be appeased even in death!
”Sword!”
Chu Qi Hun raised his hand, and Autumn Dew Invincible Sword appeared in his hand with a dreamy light shining on it. The edge of the blade seemed to be flowing with sharpness, and the entire sky of snow merged with his figure into a perfect dream-like scenery!
”Victory or defeat will be decided with this battle! The winner lives, and the loser shall die!” Chu Qi Hun said coldly as a keen gleam shone in his eyes.
”If that's so, you will lose without a doubt!” Jun Mo Xie smiled and stretched out his palm. With a soft clang, a bright, clear, and resonant keen rang out! An unparalleled sword Qi rushed upwards into the sky, appearing abruptly in Jun Mo Xie's hand. The handle of the long sword sat quietly in his hand!
The sword's blade was silvery bright and exceptionally brilliant. A faint scarlet light reflected from its surface. The sword's Qi flickered erratically, and an inexplicable aura surged from it, dignified and lofty! The target of this aura was unexpectedly, not Chu Qi Hun, but the Autumn Dew Invincible Sword in his hand!
This situation was like an emperor who went out for a stroll and happened to meet his subordinate official! The arrogance of the emperor was so deep that it radiated from his very bones. Even if he cast a casual glance at someone, that person would feel an invisible pressure!
This was a Divine Sword! Blood of Yellow Flame! And right now, the aura it was emanating was an innate suppression from an emperor among swords!