Chapter 308: Broken Moonblade
Chapter 308: Broken Moonblade
Zhao Qian looked at the man, but the man, hanging there, was already too weak to speak. His lips moved, but only a hoarse whisper accompanied the blood that seeped out.
The man waved his hand and said, "Enough, enough. Don't say more. I understand what you mean. Rest assured, now that I'm here, whether you live or die, I will fulfill your request. In the worst-case scenario, I'll take responsibility for sending your body back."
Chen Chuan glanced at the man, who showed no intention of stopping him, clearly showing no respect for his employer.
Chen Chuan didn't know what the man was thinking, but since he had clearly expressed his intention to fight, Chen Chuan couldn't ignore it.
At this moment, Chen Chuan withdrew his sword, letting Zhao Qian fall to the ground. Then he walked forward, grabbed Zhao Qian by the collar, and dragged him towards the car.
The man just stood on the railing, watching with interest.
After walking a distance, Chen Chuan tapped his foot, picked up the fallen double-handed longsword with his toes, grabbed it, and then walked to the car. He threw Zhao Qian into the trunk, took the longsword, and stabbed it into Zhao Qian's chest with a clang, pinning him there.
Zhao Qian trembled slightly but had no other reaction.
Due to his severe injuries, Zhao Qian had almost lost his ability to move. He couldn't possibly pull the sword out by himself, but as a Third Limit fighter, his vitality was strong, so he wouldn't die for a while.
Chen Chuan held the Snow Lady Sword and returned to his original position, looking at the man.
"Oh no."
The man looked at Chen Chuan, and the blades on his arms knocked against each other. "Without any interference, we can have some real fun. I hope you won't disappoint me. It's not easy for me to come here. You know, at our stage, it's hard to find suitable sparring partners."
Chen Chuan looked at him and asked, "What should I address you as?"
The man said, "Moonblade!" It was obviously just a code name, like a shadow walker, but on the platform, this name seemed to hold more value.
Chen Chuan raised his sword, holding it horizontally in front of him. He slightly turned his body, and a glint of light flashed from the blade. "Chen Chuan!" he said.
Zhao Qian lay in the car, barely turning his head to stare at Chen Chuan. He thought Chen Chuan must have taken medication in advance to deal with him, a semi-crippled man. But now, he was facing a genuine Third Limit fighter, and when the medication wore off, his true form would be revealed.
Zhao Qian would survive and return alive!
Moonblade extended his arm blades and slowly squatted down, his thigh muscles tightening and bulging as if they would burst through his pants. At the limit, he suddenly leaped, jumping out from the railing and directly from over twenty meters away.
Chen Chuan spun in place, and his longsword suddenly thrust upwards. Moonblade crossed his arm blades downward, and his back arched like a shrimp.
With a clang, the arm blades rested on the spine of the sword, and then a straight force pressed down on the blade, containing not only his entire body weight but also the force of his leap.
Chen Chuan immediately made a judgment. If the sword was pushed down, the man could advance directly along the spine of the sword. And the arching back seemed to be gathering strength, which would surely be released in a powerful and rapid manner.
Therefore, Chen Chuan didn't withdraw or change his move. Instead, he relied on his tough tendons and bones to withstand the force, and with a stomp of his foot, his waist and abdomen simultaneously moved, slightly lifting the longsword upwards!
Moonblade felt the force couldn't be sent out, so he used the momentum to flip upwards, passing over Chen Chuan's head, and even smiled at him mid-air.
After a somersault, he landed lightly on the ground on the other side, but he didn't stop. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he started running around Chen Chuan, dragging the two blades on his arms along the ground. During the run, the tips of the blades sparked against the ground.
After training with Zheng Laoshi these days, Chen Chuan had gained some understanding of various fighting styles. He immediately realized that his opponent was trying to find a rhythm, and if he followed, he would be drawn into the opponent's rhythm.
Although this move consumed more of his opponent's stamina, for a fighter of this level, it was almost negligible.
Zheng Laoshi had told him not to worry about others' rhythms. As long as he followed his own rhythm and ideas, he could attack.
So, Chen Chuan didn't let his opponent lead him. He stood in his original position, holding the sword up, and carefully sensed the changes in his opponent's aura.
Moonblade, seeing that Chen Chuan wasn't affected, instead focused and waited, didn't continue. After circling twice, he suddenly rushed in from Chen Chuan's rear.
Chen Chuan sensed it and immediately spun and slashed, but at this moment, he felt something was wrong. He changed his move, blocking horizontally with the sword, and with a clang, Moonblade spat out a piece of altered tissue, which was just a palm's distance from Chen Chuan's face when it was blocked.
Moonblade took the opportunity to rush in, suddenly appearing within the range of the Snow Lady Sword. He scissored his arm blades towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan moved one hand forward to the front of the hilt, grabbed the middle-rear section of the longsword, and deflected the arm blades to the sides, timely blocking the attack. At the same time, he retreated.
Moonblade now had the advantage, and he quickened his offensive rhythm. His body maintained a forward-leaning angle, his feet continuously pushing off the ground, and his arm blades were positioned in front, making small-angle slashes and chops towards Chen Chuan.
The advantage of the two weapons was their ability to alternate attacks, both offensive and defensive. After entering the inner circle, the attacks were both fast and fierce, and the offensive could be continuous.
Chen Chuan focused his mind, trying to create space by retreating, preventing his opponent from getting too close. He was determined to turn the unfavorable situation around. As their blades clashed, a dense sound of metal striking metal reverberated throughout the arena.
Despite the opponent's fierce and swift attacks, Chen Chuan maintained a solid defense, showcasing the training he had received from Teacher Zheng. No matter how troublesome the force on the opponent's blade or how rapid their technique changes were, Chen Chuan's two sets of altered tissues repeatedly withstood and neutralized the attacks, keeping up with the changes.
As long as the altered tissues were strong enough, even if he didn't notice some areas at first, he could quickly adjust and compensate once he discovered any vulnerabilities.
Moreover, due to the comprehensiveness of his altered tissues, Chen Chuan still had some altered tissues in reserve, lying dormant, waiting for the right opportunity.
At this moment, Chen Chuan calmly sensed the power on the blade and the force of his opponent. Even a third-limit fighter would have breathing intervals, moments when the altered tissues adjusted, and those moments of transition were their weaknesses.
The Moonblade unleashed a series of fierce attacks, but Chen Chuan's solid defense held firm. Several times, it seemed like the Moonblade would land a hit, yet Chen Chuan narrowly blocked them. As the constant pulling and moving continued, Chen Chuan gradually created some distance between them.
The Moonblade's owner was amazed by Chen Chuan's resilience, but this only made him more excited. After another powerful attack that forced Chen Chuan to defend with all his might, he took a deep breath, and his heart pumped blood vigorously, providing him with greater strength and speed.
Chen Chuan immediately sensed his opponent's preparation for a powerful move.
An opportunity!
In that instant, Chen Chuan activated the altered tissues he had kept in reserve. As he sidestepped to create space, he suddenly slashed diagonally with one blade, swiftly cutting into the gap between the Moonblade's twin blades!
One of the Moonblade's blades was blocked, while the other was about to strike. Chen Chuan's slash was faster, and it managed to pierce the opponent's body before reaching his chest and abdomen.
The Moonblade was taken by surprise. Chen Chuan's sudden burst of power disrupted his rhythm, precisely when he was adjusting and preparing for his next move.
He had thought that his previous rapid attacks had already revealed Chen Chuan's capabilities, and there was no way any problems could arise. Yet, problems did arise.
It was like throwing water out and then being told to catch it all before it hit the ground, making him extremely uncomfortable. At this moment, he could only forcibly retract his altered tissues for defense, but this action not only damaged himself but also sacrificed the fluidity of his original movements.
Chen Chuan noticed the unnatural twitching in his opponent's body and limbs, something he was all too familiar with, as he had done the same in the past, relying on his solid foundation.
However, Chen Chuan had a second self, a backup, which he could use without hesitation in critical moments. The opponent didn't have this luxury, and their breathing and altered tissue adjustments would be disrupted.
Chen Chuan's second slash swiftly followed, aiming not to injure but to solidify his advantage and adjust his breathing and altered tissues.
By the time Chen Chuan's third slash came, his body's power was fully mobilized, and his rhythm was back on track. But this wasn't enough. If he couldn't finish off his opponent in one go, and his opponent recovered, they would be locked in a continuous struggle.
The opponent across from him was ultimately more experienced and skilled, and this situation favored Chen Chuan. Therefore, he had to secure victory during this offensive.
So, he released the suppression of his altered tissues, and countless complex emotions surged forth. With his calm control, he transformed them into more potent power and faster speed.
The Moonblade realized something was amiss because Chen Chuan's attack rhythm and power had suddenly escalated to a higher level.
This swift and powerful offense didn't require additional force variations; simple slashes were enough to force the Moonblade to exert all his strength. After just seven or eight slashes, he felt like his altered tissues were struggling to keep up with the dissolution.
If this continued without any changes, he could foresee his eventual demise. So, he immediately took self-preservation measures, keeping his body still while his altered tissues pulled his toes upward and his heels downward. With a sudden burst of force, he tried to leap backward, escaping the range of combat.
Once he reached the outer circle, he could reorganize his offense.
However, as soon as the Moonblade moved, Chen Chuan's breathing suddenly became scorching hot. Chen Chuan took a step forward, and in an instant, he slashed downward with his long sword. The blade's light flashed across the Moonblade's body.
The Moonblade froze in place.
He wore blue-purple protective glasses, concealing his eyes, but Chen Chuan's shadow was clearly reflected in them. After a while, a crack appeared, and the shattered lens popped out, falling to the ground.
A bloodstain appeared on the Moonblade's face, starting from between his eyebrows and extending down to his chest and abdomen. As the stain grew, fresh blood continued to flow from it. Although his appearance didn't show any significant injuries, half of his head had been split open from the middle.
The Moonblade first knelt on one knee and then leaned forward, slamming heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Chen Chuan twisted his wrist and shook his long sword, looking apologetic. "Sorry, you're strong, and I can't hold back."
The Moonblade twitched once and then became completely still.
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(End of Chapter)
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