787 Terrifying Bloody Battle (1/2)
”Kill”
The cold-faced youngster sought the middle-aged scholar with a longsword. The two sword artists were rare experts; as soon as they began, only sword light and sword images could be seen, completely shrouding their figures. Even the others surrounding them spread apart. Sword artists were synonymous with offensive power. If one encountered a sword artist of similar strength, one would certainly lose in aura. A life and death battle of two sword artists was a frightening scene.
”My old bones…”
The experienced-looking old man's figure floated, stopping before the strange old man in a raincoat. Seeing his opponent being an old man like himself, the latter curled his mouth and said strangely, ”I hate fighting old fellows. The older you are, the smellier you become. Change...I ask for a change.”
”I'm afraid that your wish can't be fulfilled.” The experienced old man chuckled, and a black-colored short staff appeared in his hand.
”Damn!”
The old man in the raincoat avoided the staff with a skid. As he was dodging, a light rain suddenly fell down from the sky on his raincoat, sliding down and making him look like a ghost in the rain, exceptionally agile and eerie.
”This old coot is rather troublesome.” The experienced old man creased his brows as he brawled with the former.
The yellow-faced middle-aged man was heading toward the young woman, but was blocked by the bald fatty midway. As a result, his face turned purple with anger. Holding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other, he fiercely charged forward as if he had a lifelong enmity with the latter.
As for the two brothers, they were a little dishonorable. They didn't separate, and instead, both faced off against a masked man. The elder brother's huge axe seemed capable of toppling mountains while the younger one's dual blades seemed able to cleave through fire and water. Under the flawless combined assault of the two, the masked man was suffering greatly, incessantly muttering something under his breath.
Of the remaining three, the yellow-robed woman casually found an opponent and began fighting, revealing no skills. Murong Qingcheng's opponent was the young woman that yellow-faced middle-aged man was looking for.
Ultimately, Ye Chen was the only one left.
”Seems like we're the only two left.”
Across him, a thin middle-aged man with a figure of drying pole was advancing toward him while picking his ears. carrying an unsightly smile on his face.
”True!” Ye Chen faintly smiled.
”Then no need to waste any time. I'll give you three moves…what do you think?” The frail man flicked the ear wax and smiled.
”No problem!”
Ye Chen advanced step by step with a warm smile on his face. The two seemed as if exchanging pointers instead of engaged in a life and death battle.
Rip!
Suddenly, Ye Chen stepped out. Instantly unsheathing the Thunder Disaster Sword, he slashed violently. The extreme speed caused the air itself to tremble. The opponent also didn't seem to be able to react, and his figure swayed.
One would have sheathed their swords back at this point, since the opponent was already dead. However, Ye Chen merely revealed a cold smile and suddenly turned around, thrusting out.
Dang!
Amidst a cold gleam of an exchange, a figure shot back.
The frail middle-aged man behind Ye Chen was merely a doppelganger. However, this doppelganger was complete in every aspect. Neither one could see anything amiss, nor feel anything by a soul power scan. Moreover, at such a crucial moment, who would have the time to go through every detail. One would only think of slaughtering their opponents. Who could have expected that middle-aged man had made preparations so long ago? It seemed that even before the two sides had begun, he had hidden his true body in a corner, preparing to mount a sneak attack.
Unfortunately, his opponent turned out to be Ye Chen. Who was Ye Chen? He was a man with five times the soul power of others. Adding his innate prudency, it had always been him mounting sneak attacks, and very rarely had others succeeded in sneaking attacks on him. As far as he was concerned, all the preparations the frail middle-aged man had made were merely like watching a play for him. And there was no harm in accompanying the latter in his play for a moment.
Ye Chen's reverse strike stunned the frail middle-aged man. The number of people who died due to this method were simply too many. He was not clear of the count anymore. Apart from those whose strength was too high and couldn't be assassinated in one strike, Ye Chen was the first to see through his move with his peak Sea of Soul realm cultivation base. How could he not be stunned? His entire body seemed thunderstruck.
”What happened? Didn't you give me three moves?” Ye Chen looked at him with mocking eyes.
The frail middle-aged man restrained his astonishment and smiled, ”My words were only for my doppleganger to take three moves. I never said a word about my true body. Seems like you didn't hear correctly, eh?”
”Is that so? Never mind…How about I give you three moves?”
The frail middle-aged man was somewhat dazed. However, thinking of Ye Chen's shrewdness he shook his head, ”No thanks! I'm afraid I'll be scammed by you. To tell you the truth, I've never seen someone of your age being so cunning like an old fox.”
”Hehe, you sure jest! But, words are supplement for skill!”
Ye Chen suddenly attacked. The Thunder Disaster Sword slashed a transparent arc in the void, with its tip heading straight at frail middle-aged man's forehead. Before the sword reached, the sword Qi had already locked onto the opponent, rendering all the tricks and deception that latter had completely useless.
”Found a tough nut!”
The frail middle-aged man cursed his bad luck and waved his skinny palm in the air repeatedly. Numerous silver colored ghost claws shot out, surrounding Ye Chen.
Clang Clang Clang Clang!
The two exchanged blows at an extremely high pace with nobody gaining the upper hand. The frail middle-aged man's strength indeed didn't let Ye Chen look down on him. He was sure that apart from a few, all the people present had similar strengths. If they wished to prevail over their opponents, they must pay a certain price. Ye Chen also didn't dare to claim that he could easily prevail over the frail middle-aged man. This was because neither of the sides had revealed their killer moves, and were merely grasping a feel of their opponent.
Rumble!
Ten battles suddenly abrupted in the palace—Jin Wanshuang against Shi Shaobao, the cold-faced youngster against the middle-aged scholar, Lin Yuxuan against the white-faced youngster, the middle-aged woman against the other middle-aged woman, the old man against the other old man, the two brothers against the masked man, the yellow-robed woman against the bushy bearded huge man, Murong Qingcheng against the young woman, and Ye Chen against the frail, middle-aged man.
Each of the ten battles were separate, occupying their own areas.
The entire palace had turned into a battlefield, but the spirit stones in the central region didn't explode. Fortunately, they were protected by an array. Otherwise, the flying energies would have been enough to utterly destroy the five hundred million upper grade spirit stones.
In addition, the palace itself was protected by a restriction. Regardless of how big a commotion they caused, it didn't shake the palace. Each attack heading the way of the palace walls would be scattered by a flash of light, not affecting the palace in the slightest.
The battle was too bitter. Everybody was fighting with all their might, which was different from their usual battles. Who amongst them was not deeply hidden? Each of them was a rare powerhouse under the Life and Death realm, with countless tricks and aces up their sleeves.