885 Defeated! (1/2)

Yun Yang shifted back into his original form, the clouds and fog slowly dissipating. The saber glinted in the light as it plowed down with incredible force. ”What a bunch of nonsense! Do you think all the secret techniques you don't know about are moves to distract you? I'm telling you, this is the way I fight — if I hadn't employed this method, how would I even fight against someone like you, whose cultivation base far exceeds my own? Do you really think I'm stupid?”

Shi Wuchen choked on his breath upon hearing that, feeling too embarrassed to utter anything else. After all, his true cultivation base was levels above Yun Yang's, and his deific consciousness itself was already a few times more powerful than that of Yun Yang. The wide disparity of strength between the two was as clear as day — to stop his opponent from using arcane techniques unique to himself was an argument he could never win!

Shi Wuchen was brimming with confidence in this fight. Any arcane techniques would likely be strange, unexpected, or packed with queer powers, but they would eventually have their limits, or perhaps sustained by certain levels of mystical Qi or a combination of other forms of spiritual energy. It was impossible to keep activating them without having to rest in between.

With a cultivation base levels above him and plenty of combat experience under my belt, I will definitely be the final victor of this fight!

I'll have him spent to the point of death!

However, to Shi Wuchen's dismay, his efforts were futile, even when he had consecutively tried eighteen sword techniques and seven to eight combat styles that specifically targeted arcane techniques. Yun Yang, on the other hand, only used a single technique to thwart his attacks; I don't care — I'll keep transforming into cloud and fog. After your strike, I'll simply morph back into my original form, then blend into the winds again and counter it quickly.

Even if you have the power to wreak havoc on heaven and earth, can you do any harm to a simple mass of cloud and fog?

The most you can probably do is just dispel it.

However, I can regather my form anytime, anywhere, and raise hell again!

The two men contended for almost four hours. As time passed, Shi Wuchen attacked with reducing vigor.

I'm literally fighting against a ghost!

No matter how swift and quick his stroke, no matter how it was packed with an unrivaled force, the only thing it struck was air. This feeling was mortally unbearable, yet his opponent was as lively as he had been during the beginning of the fight.

He did not even unleash any special tricks, they were just basic jabs and strikes…

In other words, he wondered if his opponent had even unleashed any of his true skills.

The more he fought, the more helpless he felt, and the more he thought, the weaker he seemed to be.

Suddenly, with one big stride, he leaped forward. ”Alright, alright, I yield! I admit defeat!” He cried, feeling greatly disturbed.

The mental state of the Great Swordsman Shi was now upon the verge of breaking down — he was resentful beyond belief!

Throughout this fight — this wind-grabbing and shadow-clutching exchange that had lasted for nearly four hours - he had managed to come up with an irrefutable conclusion. Although his opponent's arcane technique was extremely bizarre, the energy consumed to sustain it was suspiciously, disproportionately meager. Even until now, his opponent was still in tip-top condition. His own energy, on the other hand, was another matter altogether. The deep, exhausting focus he had spent in these four hours was secondary compared to his concerns at the fact that his spiritual Qi was already reaching its limits. If he forced himself to continue, he would not be able to suppress his injuries — should his wounds relapse, that would truly be the greatest loss to him!

”If I wasn't wounded, where will you run to when I unleash Heaven and Earth Cage, regardless of how bizarre your techniques are? I wonder where will you dissipate to! What a shame, sigh…”

A long sigh stretched into the air before silence returned.

Yun Yang stopped, returning to his original form, looking mildly entertained. ”Yield?”

”Yield, I yield!” Shi Wuchen shook his head helplessly. ”There's no point in fighting when you're in that form.”

Yun Yang burst into a hearty laugh and sat on the ground. ”Can't go on anymore, can you? Same here, I was unable to persevere further already. This is really tiring me out.”

He looked as though he was exhausted to the point where he could no longer stand, and his face was ash-white as if plagued with death.