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Chapter 235: Cangling Debate of Swords (Forty-Three)
Chapter 235: Cangling Debate of Swords (Forty-Three)
The five sect masters from the Three Sects on the second floor were all deeply cultivated experts with unparalleled martial prowess. It was hard to imagine five such individuals would simultaneously intervene to gang up on a single person.
Yet here it was—reality.
Shang Fei had already left Lin Chang’s side, leaping onto the adjacent rooftop to lock in a tense standoff with Miao Shaoqing and Su Shang.
Meanwhile, Lin Chang’s side erupted with thunderous roars and swirling sword shadows as palm winds lashed out. Five blurs of lightning-fast figures had encircled him, launching a frenetic assault.
The sect masters’ movements were either as graceful as startled swans or as fierce as coiling dragons. Their coordination was seamless—attacks, counters, advances, and retreats flowed in perfect harmony. Even the most skilled experts could adapt to each other’s styles after a few probing moves.
Logically, anyone besieged by five such masters should collapse within moments. Yet the unthinkable happened—Lin Chang, the surrounded, was dominating the fight.
In his left hand, the Broken Snowsword surged with frosty qi, its techniques vast and overwhelming. In his right, the Nameless Swift Sword danced like lightning, ruthless and savage.
Lin Chang was wielding two entirely different sword techniques with each hand—Ye Cheng’s "Ye Family Sword Technique" and Xie San’s "Nameless Swift Sword."
This feat left the five sect masters and the watching martial artists stunned into silence.
The "Inter-Hemispheric Combat Technique" was a legendary martial art in this world. Rumors spoke of a female hero who could simultaneously wield the Complete Perfection Sword Technique and the Jade Maiden Pure Heart Sword. To the onlookers, such skills were divine impossibilities.
Yet Lin Chang’s display was even more shocking. The legendary female hero had at least mastered her techniques through study. Lin Chang, however, was using styles he should never have learned.
There was only one explanation…
“Lesser Non-Form Cultivation Art?” Muyong Ying, standing in the crowd, blurted out the realization.
“What? The Lesser Non-Form Cultivation Art? What martial technique is that? Never heard of it!” Clearly, even the seasoned martial artists were unfamiliar.
“The ‘Lesser Non-Form Cultivation Art’ is a supreme Taoist internal martial art. It emphasizes serene non-action and wandering the cosmic void. When activated, it leaves no traceable form. Those who possess it can mimic any martial technique they witness, even surpassing its original mastery…” Muyong Ying, ever the diligent exposition Npc, explained.
But her words only deepened the crowd’s panic.
“Hahahaha!” Though distant, Lin Chang had heard every word. He laughed aloud, slashing both swords in semicircles. A burst of sword qi easily forced the five attackers back.
“Your guess is plausible, but wrong,” Lin Chang taunted. “My skill makes the Lesser Non-Form Cultivation Art look like child’s play!” Before the words faded, he lunged, closing in on Song Kuan, the Renwu Sect’s sect master.
Lin Chang tossed the Nameless Sword skyward, freeing his right hand. With a single palm strike, he unleashed an overwhelming surge of adamantine qi straight at Song Kuan’s core.
“Trying to pick us off one by one?” Song Kuan didn’t retreat. His mastery of internal martial arts excelled at redirecting force. Confidently, he prepared to counter, snarling, “This is your downfall! Redirect force, return power doubled—four ounces deflect a thousand catties!”
A heartbeat later, a horrific scene unfolded.
Song Kuan’s upper body exploded into a crimson mist. The Renwu Sect master, so certain moments ago, was obliterated—no intact corpse remained.
As Song Kuan’s lower body tumbled from the rooftop, Lin Chang calmly reached out, catching the falling Nameless Sword mid-air.
“Clever idea,” Lin Chang mused. “But first, you’d need four ounces. Second, my strike makes ‘a thousand catties’ seem trivial.”
The crowd froze in horror—except one.
“Clap! Clap! Clap!” Feng Bu Jue began applauding.
“Bravo! Absolutely brilliant! No wonder you wield the Great Emptiness Formless Arts,” Feng Bu Jue emerged from the crowd—or rather, the crowd scattered from him.
“Oh? It’s you…” Lin Chang’s expression shifted slightly. “Teahouse Master Feng indeed defies norms. Only someone utterly ignorant of martial arts would recognize my divine skill.” His tone darkened. “The world needs fewer of your kind.”
“Indeed,” Feng Bu Jue replied calmly. “So unique, yet so doomed to die.”
“Hahahaha!”
“Hahahaha!”
The two laughed heartily, as if alone in the world.
“Well said, Lin Chang! This so-called jianghu only recognizes one true hero—and that’s you, Lin Brother.”
“You understand me, Feng Bu Jue. In this world, only you and I live truly freely.”
They laughed again. Lin Chang radiated demonic aura; Feng Bu Jue seemed mad, his presence unsettling.
Regardless of strength, their momentum alone placed them in a different realm entirely…
“Feng, do you plan to side with Lin Chang and become the imperial court’s lapdog?” Gongsun Li suddenly shouted, seizing the moment to incite.
“Ah, I see,” Shi Yanran chimed in. “You’re spies sent by the imperial court!”
Feng Bu Jue turned, smirking. “You two… do you really think yourselves worthy to speak here?”
The area around Feng Bu Jue was already clear, but Gongsun Li and Shi Yanran leapt forward, flanking him.
Gongsun Li pressed the crowd. “Hmph! You can’t deny it now! With so many martial artists here, you’ll never—”
“With so many martial artists here, why rush to expose yourselves?” Feng Bu Jue interrupted, pulling a submachine gun from his satchel.
From their perspective, Feng Bu Jue merely waved his hand, revealing a strange, intricate device. It looked nothing like a weapon—until he pulled the trigger.
Wanxia Tower’s second-in-command and the pavilion master’s wife became corpses in an instant. Their wounds were small, charred holes, yet blood gushed violently as their bodies twitched grotesquely.
“Gongsun Qian! Your wife and Wang Ao committed adultery. Two nights ago, she killed him to silence him—and I witnessed it. She fled with Gongsun Li, framing me. I countered by fabricating my own ‘murder’ of Wang Ao, leaving them helpless,” Feng Bu Jue roared at Gongsun Qian on the rooftop. “Believe it or not—survive tonight, and I’ll gladly oblige your revenge!”
After a pause, he added, “Now! All of you! Leave if you want to live! Lin Chang isn’t yours to challenge!” He rolled up his sleeve, eager. “Let the professionals handle this…”
“Ahhh!” Gongsun Qian finally roared, his delayed reaction snapping. Feng Bu Jue’s second statement barely registered before he chose disbelief and fury. “Feng Bu Jue! You kill my disciple and slander my wife! Die!”
Gongsun Qian summoned his Wanxia Divine Skill to its peak, descending with twin fists aimed at Feng Bu Jue’s face. His attack was reckless, all-out, fueled by tenfold power.
“A fool who cannot see the bigger picture,” a soft, yin-like voice sighed.
The voice arrived with a white blur darting from the Azure Spirit Inn’s entrance. Moving like a ghost, the figure’s speed defied reason—even Lin Chang’s eyes widened.
With a flick of a finger, Feng Bu Jue was whisked away in a body-swap maneuver. Gongsun Qian’s fists struck nothing. Simultaneously, a hidden palm gently nudged his back. The push was masterful, using his own force to destabilize him, sending him crashing downward.
Gongsun Qian barely converted his fists to palms, cushioning his fall before flipping midair and landing unsteadily. Though outwardly unharmed, he’d sustained severe internal injuries.
The white figure’s martial arts far surpassed Wanxia Tower’s leader. In that fleeting exchange, Gongsun Qian had lost half his combat ability.
“It’s him!” “How?!” “Who is he?!”
Amid the uproar, the Azure Spirit Innkeeper made his grand entrance.
“Factory Lord, your might humbles me,” Feng Bu Jue bowed, his face a mix of flattery and mischief.
“Hmph…” The innkeeper’s effeminate hum followed. “That contraption of yours is the real threat. Even Lin Chang might fall to it unprepared.”
“Nonsense.” Feng Bu Jue smiled, raising the gun to spray bullets at Lin Chang, forcing Ji Tong, Faming, and Zhong Lian to scatter from the rooftop.
Lin Chang stood firm, a black qi barrier erupting around him, deflecting every bullet.
“Even unprepared, his Non-Form Demon Heart would instinctively repel such attacks,” Feng Bu Jue explained calmly.
The crowd, now repeatedly stunned, could only wonder: Was this a battle of immortals? Or a drunken hallucination?
(End of Chapter)
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