750 Fight! (1/2)

Ling Xiaozui said spitefully, ”Use your sword when you fight with him later, if you have the spine to do so – it'd best fit you and you can fight easily!”

”Do you think I'm stupid?” Dugu Chou scoffed and retorted by rolling his eyes.

Ling Xiaozui was tongue-tied with rage. 'If you're not stupid, then why did you look at me with that gaze? What's the meaning of it? Are you dumb?'

Ling Xiaozui's stance was natural and at ease, filled with grace and efficiency. Whatever sword it was, even a broken piece of steel, it could become an exquisite blade, a killing weapon that could break apart mountains and oceans, once he held it in his hands.

On the other hand, the saber in Yun Yang's grip looked insignificant. It was just an ordinary saber.

”Come on now,” Ling Xiaozui spoke with ease, ”Let me see how much you've improved.”

Yun Yang did not hold back either. What the rocket-like escalation of his cultivation base needed the most now was an opponent like Ling Xiaozui.

This friendly match was significant to Yun Yang – it was utterly important.

Saber light glinted as Yun Yang's hands moved, spilling over into the vicinity. An abundance of mystical Qi surged like a roaring tsunami. The common saber actually flashed with blinding brilliance as it was raised, its wielder yelling, ”This style is called Merciless Blade!”

A flash of cold light flickered as if it came straight down from the heavens, but it felt like the gleam separated the heaven and earth into two. The force did not seem to come close to stopping, even after dividing the land under one's feet into two!

”Merciless indeed!” Ling Xiaozui's sword light glinted as he drove against the style head on. Just as he came into contact with the attack, he could feel the intense backlash awaiting him. What shocked him, however, was the indescribable power hidden in the style that felt vaguely like it was locking in on the target's energy.

A wonderful saber style!

Ling Xiaozui's eyes were sparkling with glee.

Despite his astonishment at the initial attack of the Destiny Blade, he still had to break it with one style. After seven to eight twists, the tip of his sword deflected right against Yun Yang's saber blade before it yielded.

This was the first time an opponent had broken his style and he was even put on the defensive since Yun Yang had comprehended Destiny Blade as his own saber truth.

However, Ling Xiaozui could not launch his counterattack directly at the simple strike directed against him, but had, instead, used seven to eight distraction styles. It seemed easy to others, but Dugu Chou who was watching the match from the sidelines showed no small amount of surprise in his gaze.

Who was Ling Xiaozui?

He was a great master of his art. Without exaggeration, Ling Xiaozui could parry any style in this world, even if it was already halfway executed before him. He could break, deflect, counter, and subdue an opponent with just one strike.

Now that he was facing Yun Yang, why did he have to add so many twists? This should not be.

Yun Yang retracted his saber accordingly. ”Merciless Dao!”

The saber light slithered like a dragon, gleaming ferociously. The saber light illuminated the mirage of a pathway to heaven; it was lonesome and very far up, so high that it seemed cold and distant. Anyone who walked the path would be chopped up mercilessly!

Ling Xiaozui switched his stance, making seventeen or eighteen position swaps, only to still be caught in the pursuit of this style. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes as he moved again. The sword light cried and made an aggressive counterattack.

Blade To Heaven's South!Ling Xiaozui made his move.

Dugu Chou squinted.