Chapter 308: Severing Moonblade
Chapter 308: Severing Moonblade
Zhao Qian turned to look at the man, but the man, hanging there, was already too weak to speak. His lips moved, but only a hoarse sound accompanied the blood that seeped out.
The man waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, don't say anything more. I understand what you mean. Rest assured, since I'm here, whether you live or die, I'll fulfill your request. In the worst-case scenario, I'll take responsibility for sending your body back."
Chen Chuan glanced at the man. This person showed no intention of stopping him, clearly showing no respect for their employer.
He didn't know what this man was thinking, but since he was obviously preparing to engage him, he wouldn't ignore it.
At that moment, Chen Chuan withdrew his sword, allowing Zhao Qian to fall to the ground. Then, he walked forward, grabbed Zhao Qian by the collar, and dragged him towards the car.
The man merely stood on the guardrail, watching with great interest.
After walking for a while, Chen Chuan lifted the fallen double-handed longsword with his foot, grabbed it with one hand, and then went to the car, threw Zhao Qian into the trunk, and picked up the longsword, pointing it at his chest. He stabbed it with a clanging sound, pinning it there.
Zhao Qian only trembled slightly and showed no other reaction.
Due to his severe injuries, he had almost lost the ability to move. With his own strength, he couldn't possibly pull the sword out, but since Tier Three Combatants had strong vitality, he wouldn't die right away.
Chen Chuan held the Xuejun Blade and returned to his original position, looking at the man.
"Oh no."
The man turned to Chen Chuan, and his arm blades tapped each other. "With no one to interfere, we can have some real fun. I hope you won't disappoint me; I don't often get a chance like this. You know, at our level, it's hard to find suitable opponents to fight."
Chen Chuan looked at him and asked, "May I ask how you are addressed?"
The man said, "Moonblade!" This was clearly just a codename, like Youshang, but on the platform, this name seemed to hold more value.
Chen Chuan raised his sword, holding it horizontally in front of him, and slightly tilted his body. A glint of light flashed across the blade as he said, "Chen Chuan!"
Zhao Qian, lying in the car, managed to turn his head slightly to stare at Chen Chuan. He believed that Chen Chuan must have taken medication in advance, which was still effective against a half-disabled person like him. But now, he was facing a genuine Tier Three Combatant, and once the medication wore off, his true abilities would be revealed.
He could still live, and he could return alive!
Moonblade extended his arm blades and slowly crouched down, his thigh muscles tightening and bulging as if they would burst through his pants. When he reached his limit, he suddenly leaped, jumping out from the guardrail and directly leaping over from more than twenty meters away.
Chen Chuan spun in place, and the longsword suddenly thrust upwards. Moonblade crossed his arm blades downward, and his back arched like a shrimp.
With a loud clang, the arm blades landed on the spine of the sword, and then a powerful force pressed down on the sword, carrying the weight of his entire body and the momentum of his leap.
Chen Chuan immediately made a judgment: if the sword was pushed down, the man could advance straight along the spine of the sword. And with his arched back, he seemed to be storing power, which would surely be released in a powerful and rapid manner.
Therefore, Chen Chuan didn't withdraw his sword or change his move. Instead, he relied on his tough muscles and tendons to withstand the force, and with a stomp of his foot and a simultaneous exertion of his waist and abdomen, he slightly lifted the longsword upwards!
Moonblade felt the force couldn't be delivered, and with this momentum, he flipped and leaped over Chen Chuan's head, smirking at him in mid-air.
After a somersault, he landed lightly on the ground on the other side, but instead of standing still, he immediately started running around Chen Chuan with his feet barely touching the ground. The two blades hanging from his arms dragged on the ground, creating sparks as the tips scraped against the surface.
After following Teacher Zheng's training for these days, Chen Chuan had gained some understanding of different fighting styles. He immediately realized that his opponent was setting the rhythm, and if he followed along, he would be drawn into his opponent's tempo.
Although this level of combatant consumed more stamina than Chen Chuan, at this level, such consumption was almost negligible.
Teacher Zheng had told him not to worry about others' rhythms and to attack according to his own rhythm and ideas.
So, Chen Chuan didn't let his opponent lead him. He stood still, holding the sword handle with both hands and focusing on sensing the changes in his opponent's aura.
Moonblade, seeing that Chen Chuan wasn't affected, instead focused and waited, and didn't continue. After circling a couple of times, he suddenly rushed in from Chen Chuan's side.
Chen Chuan sensed this and immediately spun around, but at that moment, he felt something was wrong. He changed his move and blocked with his sword horizontally, and with a loud clang, Moonblade spat out a mutated tongue, which was only a palm's distance from Chen Chuan's face when it was blocked.
Moonblade himself took advantage of the moment to rush in, suddenly entering the range of the Xuejun Blade. He brought his arm blades together and tried to cut Chen Chuan with a scissor-like motion.
Chen Chuan moved one hand forward from the hilt, grabbing the middle-rear section of the longsword. He quickly deflected the attacking arm blades and simultaneously retreated.
Moonblade, having gained the advantage, intensified his offensive rhythm. His body maintained a forward-leaning angle, with his feet continuously pushing off the ground. He held his arm blades in front of him, constantly making small-angle slashes and chops towards Chen Chuan.
The advantage of the two weapons was their ability to attack in turns, both offensively and defensively. Once inside the inner circle, their attacks could be fast and fierce, and their offensive momentum could be relentless.
Chen Chuan focused his mind, creating a barrier to block his opponent's relentless assault. He tried to create space by retreating, preventing the relentless attacks from getting too close. Despite the ferocity of the attacks, Chen Chuan's defense was steady, showcasing the skills he had honed under Teacher Zheng. No matter how relentless the force on the arm blades or how swift the techniques, Chen Chuan's dual sets of altered organs adeptly absorbed and deflected the blows, adapting to the changes in rhythm.
The resilience of his altered organs allowed him to quickly adjust and compensate, even if he didn't immediately notice some of the attacks. Additionally, the comprehensive nature of his altered organs meant he had some in reserve, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
At this moment, Chen Chuan calmly analyzed the movements of the blades and the opponent's force. Even a Tier Three Combatant would have breathing gaps, moments when their altered organs adjusted, creating a brief opening.
Moonblade unleashed a series of rapid strikes, but Chen Chuan's defense held firm. Several times, it seemed like Moonblade's blades would connect, yet Chen Chuan managed to narrowly block them. As they continued to clash and move, Chen Chuan gradually closed the distance between them.
Moonblade was impressed by Chen Chuan's resilience, but it only fueled his excitement. After a powerful strike that forced Chen Chuan to defend with all his might, Moonblade took a deep breath, his heart pumping blood vigorously. This surge would grant him greater strength and speed.
Chen Chuan instantly sensed his opponent's buildup.
An opportunity!
In that instant, Chen Chuan mobilized the altered organs he had kept in reserve. As he sidestepped to deflect an arm blade, he suddenly slashed diagonally, swiftly slipping his blade between Moonblade's twin blades!
One of Moonblade's arm blades was deflected, and as the other blade came in, Chen Chuan's strike was even faster. It was enough to pierce his opponent's body before reaching his chest and abdomen.
Moonblade was startled. Chen Chuan's sudden surge disrupted his rhythm, precisely when he was adjusting and preparing for his next move.
Moonblade couldn't believe it. He was certain he had figured out Chen Chuan's abilities after the initial rapid attacks. There was no way anything could go wrong, but it did.
It was like throwing water and then being told to catch it all just before it hit the ground, leaving him in a difficult situation. In this moment, he could only forcibly retract his altered organs for defense, but this action came at a cost to himself and sacrificed the fluidity of his original movements.
Chen Chuan noticed the unnatural contortions in his opponent's body and limbs, something he was all too familiar with from his own past experiences. He had done the same, relying on his solid foundation.
However, Chen Chuan had a second self to fall back on, which he could use without hesitation in critical moments. The opponent didn't have this luxury, and their breathing and altered organ adjustments would be disrupted.
So, Chen Chuan's second strike followed swiftly. This strike wasn't aimed at causing injury but at solidifying his advantage and adjusting his own breathing and altered organs.
By the time Chen Chuan's third strike came, his body's power was fully unleashed, and his rhythm was back on track. But it wasn't enough. If he couldn't finish off his opponent in one go, allowing them to recover, he would be drawn into a back-and-forth struggle.
The opponent, with their superior experience and skill, had the upper hand in this situation. Chen Chuan had to secure victory during this offensive.
He released the suppression of his altered organs, and a flood of complex emotions surged forth. With his calm control, he transformed these emotions into even greater strength and speed.
Moonblade realized something was amiss as Chen Chuan's attack rhythm and power suddenly escalated to a new level.
This swift and powerful offense didn't require additional force variations; simple, straightforward slashes were enough to unleash all his power. After just seven or eight strikes, Moonblade felt his altered organs struggling to keep up with the disintegration.
If this continued without any changes, Moonblade knew he would eventually be finished off by a single blow. So, he immediately took self-preservation measures, keeping his body still while using his altered leg organs to spring backward, attempting to leap out of the engagement range.
Once outside the circle, he could reorganize his offense.
But as he moved, Chen Chuan's aura became scorching hot. He took a step forward, and for a fleeting moment, a residual image seemed to appear. With a downward slash, his long blade flashed past Moonblade's body.
Moonblade froze in place.
His blue-violet protective goggles hid his eyes, but they clearly reflected Chen Chuan's figure. After a while, a crack appeared, and the shattered lens popped out, falling to the ground.
A bloodstain stretched from his forehead to his chest and abdomen, gradually expanding. Although his injuries didn't seem severe, half of his head had been split open from the middle.
Moonblade knelt on one knee, then leaned forward and collapsed onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Chen Chuan twisted his wrist and shook his long blade, looking at Moonblade apologetically. "Sorry, you're really strong. I couldn't hold back."
Moonblade twitched once before going completely still.
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(End of Chapter)
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