Chapter 465: Sharp Edge
Chapter 465: Sharp Edge
On the National Highway, the wind had picked up, stirring up sand and dust, but it also helped disperse the smoke ahead.
Jian Chengsheng, with a long sword at his waist, stepped out of the vehicle with a solemn gaze fixed on the front. After a moment, he began walking towards his destination under the watchful eyes of his team.
His hair was tied in a bun, and he wore a white training uniform from the Wave Pavilion, adhering to the style of a bygone era. The wide sleeves fluttered in the wind.
Although he appeared a few years younger due to the effects of the White Infant Wine, looking like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old, his determined eyes and the resolute aura emanating from him commanded respect, causing those around him to become solemn and vigilant.
The Third Limit Fighter stationed there noticed Jian Chengsheng's approach and immediately bowed, then stepped aside.
Although he was transferred from another region, he was still a Fighter sponsored by the Ferris Wheel Corporation, trained in foreign combat techniques and weaponry.
Jian Chengsheng nodded at him but kept walking.
At that moment, the snipers from the Ferris Wheel Corporation stopped, and all the combat personnel, both biomechanical and human, quickly retreated.
Upon seeing their withdrawal, Yao Advisor sensed something and ordered his team to cease fire to avoid wasting ammunition.
He then spotted a handsome young man in white approaching them with slow, deliberate steps.
His expression changed, and with a grave look, he stared at the figure. Another Third Limit Fighter?
The subtle threat the figure exuded as he approached, coupled with the enemy's reaction, clearly indicated that this was no ordinary Third Limit Fighter.
As the sniper raised his gun, Jian Chengsheng quickly instructed, "Hold your fire." Such individuals possessed acute danger perception, making it nearly impossible to hit them. At the moment, it seemed that he was the only one capable of handling this opponent.
Jian Chengsheng appeared to be walking forward without a care, passing by a parked unmanned vehicle used as a blockade. Just as he moved two or three meters away, a tremor shook the vehicle, causing the upper half of its canopy to slide off and crash diagonally onto the ground.
A Mystic Bureau agent hiding inside the vehicle and the ritual patterns within were split in two, and blood instantly covered the seats. However, most of the onlookers didn't see when he drew his sword.
Even Yao Advisor only barely caught a glimpse of his right hand moving, but by the time he realized it, the sword was already sheathed. He felt a sinking sensation in his heart, knowing that the enemy was stronger than he had estimated.
Jian Chengsheng continued walking until he was less than twenty meters away from the front of the convoy, where he finally stopped and released his biological field.
It wasn't just the field itself; he also conveyed his intent through his posture, stride, gaze, and aura, effectively communicating his message to his opponent's mind. This technique, known as "Mind Shock" in the secret teachings of the Wave Pavilion, aimed to intimidate the enemy.
Yao Advisor's breathing quickened; encountering such a formidable and threatening foe triggered a response from the alienated organization within his body.
Although they hadn't officially engaged in combat, he knew he had no chance of winning.
Chen Chuan had returned to the convoy and immediately sensed the field emanating from his opponent.
This field was different from what he had encountered before, containing additional information. It was a display of power and a challenge.
The opponent clearly conveyed a message: if he didn't come out, they would initiate an attack.
Chen Chuan instantly understood that the visitor was targeting him.
Regardless of his concern for the convoy's safety or his passion for combat, he wouldn't refuse such a challenge.
Placing his hand on the interdimensional link, he spoke, "Yao Advisor, leave this person to me. But be cautious; they might have more people hiding here. Once I leave, they'll likely emerge."
Yao Advisor replied solemnly, "I understand. It's my duty."
After a pause, he shared some information, "We have made preparations. If there are no more than two of them and they don't take too long, we should be able to handle it."
Chen Chuan ended the call and stepped out of the convoy, holding the Snow Lord Saber. He stood on the wide road outside, where gusts of wind blew, causing his Mystic Bureau robe to flutter.
Jian Chengsheng saw him and his expression became solemn. With one hand on his sword and the other at his waist, he bowed deeply, saying, "Wave Pavilion, Jian Chengsheng, please guide me, Chen."
Chen Chuan slowly raised his hand, holding the sword in a respectful gesture, and responded, "Mr. Jian, please guide me."
The storm from the sea seemed to affect the sky, which turned a grayish-blue. Thick clouds rolled in, and the wind grew stronger.
At that moment, the combined number of combatants on both sides exceeded several hundred, yet the stretch of road they left between them appeared spacious, as if only the two of them stood beneath the sky.
Jian Chengsheng took a step back, slowly drawing his sword from his waist, and held it in front of him.
Chen Chuan raised his hand, revealing the sternly gleaming blade of the Snow Lord Saber.
He held the knife in both hands, his body slightly tilted, and placed the blade horizontally above his head, the tip of the blade slanting downward towards the ground.
His knife was much longer than his opponent's, and his height also gave him an advantage in terms of distance.
However, the outcome of a Third Limit Fighter's battle was not solely determined by the length of their weapons, especially when facing a highly skilled opponent. If an attack failed, it would only provide an opportunity for the other side.
The other party's field was so empty and vast that it was impossible to discern their true intentions, indicating an extremely advanced field technique. Even if they completely released their field, it would be of no use.
Everyone watching the fight was intently focused, knowing that the outcome of this battle would determine the fate of most of them.
After a brief standoff with Chen Chuan, Jian Chengsheng showed no intention of taking the initiative. It was clear that he was adopting a defensive counterattack strategy, so Chen Chuan did not hold back. He initiated the attack, taking a step forward while shifting his center of gravity forward.
Jian Chengsheng focused on Chen Chuan, whose field was also well-hidden, making it impossible for him to see the other's intentions. This prevented him from implementing targeted tactical arrangements.
However, as a descendant of the Wave Pavilion, he was already accustomed to fighting without field information through sparring with his fellow disciples. Even if the internal aspects were invisible, the external expressions would still reveal themselves.
At this moment, as he saw Chen Chuan shift his center of gravity, he immediately retreated, matching Chen Chuan's pace. In the Wave Pavilion, this was called "Foot Measure," adjusting oneself based on the opponent's advances and retreats.
The core of all techniques in the Wave Pavilion revolved around "Divine," emphasizing the cultivation of the mind and the field. Within the field, observing the movements of the enemy, one could perceive their intentions.
Chen Chuan noticed that as he retreated, the other party seemed to move in sync with him, but in reality, the other party had anticipated his actions and moved first.
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Such anticipation and decisiveness were not merely a matter of combat experience; it was an unprecedented skill he had never encountered before. This style was unlike most of his previous opponents, and he had never faced an opponent with this kind of style.
At this moment, he slightly increased his pace, regardless of how his opponent fought. He focused on maintaining his own rhythm, knowing that even if he kept up the same pace, he couldn't keep retreating forever.
Ultimately, the battle would be decided by the physical strength of the fighters, as their individual qualities determined everything.
As he continued to advance, Jian Chengsheng kept retreating, but after only a few steps, Chen Chuan's speed increased, his expression turning solemn. He quickly adjusted his steps and took the initiative to engage.
Chen Chuan's arm moved, and he sent out a knife forward. Jian Chengsheng swiftly deflected it with both hands to the side, and upon contact, their forces transmitted, causing a slight pause. Their knife techniques rapidly changed, and they continued to clash, producing a continuous sound of clashing.
Chen Chuan was the primary aggressor, but every time he slashed, Jian Chengsheng accurately intercepted the attack. Moreover, each block was perfectly positioned to defend against the attack.
When Jian Chengsheng made these moves, he didn't deliberately judge or analyze how to strike. Instead, he emptied his mind and allowed the divine within to guide him, letting his body follow the knife's lead.
This was "As My Spirit Knows."
It was fine if the opponent had no openings, but if they became anxious or their rhythm was slightly disrupted, they would be more likely to deliver a divine strike at any time and place. If the timing was right, they could end the battle in an instant.
However, after both blades clashed for over ten times, he suddenly felt a tightness in his heart, and in that instant, his hairs stood on end. He hurriedly blocked with two knives.
Two clanging sounds echoed as the knife vibrated and retreated, and the force transmitted was quickly drawn into his body, neutralized as he shifted his steps.
Both sides suddenly separated, creating distance once again.
The spectators couldn't clearly see their movements; they only felt that the two had just engaged for a moment before quickly separating again.
Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and during their clash, he suddenly increased the force of his knife. Even an Iron Demon would find it challenging to handle such a strike, but Jian Chengsheng not only intercepted the knife technique a step ahead but also relied on the changes in knife movements and body shifts to neutralize the force.
It was evident that this was an extremely advanced neutralization technique, as not only did his body participate, but the knife itself also played a role, achieving perfection in every aspect. Setting aside physical strength, in terms of technique mastery and application, his subtle variations were clearly superior to the Iron Demon.
However, both fighters had different styles, and combat strength couldn't be judged so simply. Regardless of who they were, they needed to capitalize on their strengths and avoid their weaknesses as much as possible.
So, the probing ended here.
He raised his knife once more, taking a deep breath, and the alien organization on his body began to mobilize layer by layer. His center of gravity slightly lowered, and the field around him expanded. He suddenly lifted his gaze towards Jian Chengsheng, and as the latter's expression changed slightly, the ground beneath his feet shattered, and his entire body disappeared from its original position in an instant.
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(End of Chapter)
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