Chapter 466: Divine Blade
Chapter 466: Divine Blade
Chen Chuan unleashed his full strength and speed in this attack, and no matter how skilled one might be, there is always a limit to what they can endure. With sufficient pressure, anything can be broken.
Almost simultaneously with the ground cracking, he appeared before Jian Chengsheng, slashing downward with his blade.
Jian Chengsheng, sensing the attack, moved swiftly. Before the blade's power reached its peak, he quickly stepped forward, raising his own knife to block the Snow Lord Saber.
But as he did so, a powerful force transmitted through the Snow Lord Saber, causing the alienating organization within his body to begin absorbing the energy. Visible veins bulged beneath his skin.
However, this was not the end of the attack.
As the first strike was blocked, a second slash came swiftly.
With this strike, Chen Chuan simultaneously unleashed the restraints on his alienating organization, instantly boosting his strength and speed to a higher level.
Jian Chengsheng's mental state became intensely focused, and his body moved with incredible speed. Using all his might, he lifted both hands, holding the knife to block the attack. With a loud clang, he managed to deflect the blow.
But Chen Chuan's third strike followed swiftly, and with it, he activated the Furnace Breath Technique. A scorching heat emanated from him, further enhancing the power of his blade.
Jian Chengsheng's expression turned solemn, and a faint light flickered in his eyes. This was a sign of his mental focus reaching its limit, and under the guidance of his inner spirit, he involuntarily unleashed the secret breathing technique of the Wave Pavilion, which had the potential to unleash a powerful burst.
In an instant, the vital blood accumulated in his heart spread throughout his entire body, filling every corner. With a mighty yell, he blocked the third strike, but his feet cracked the solid ground beneath him, causing him to sink slightly.
Chen Chuan's assault did not end there. As he shifted his grip on the handle, the Occult Ritual Patterns on his skin suddenly activated, quickly fading in color while channeling an even stronger force into the blade, which erupted in an instant. Using this momentum, he spun and slashed horizontally.
This strike surpassed all limits in both power and speed, and a sound like thunder and lightning reverberated in the air.
Jian Chengsheng showed no sign of retreat. Instead, his eyes became exceptionally calm, radiating a tenacious and unyielding determination. With his highly focused mental state leading the way, he squeezed and mobilized every bit of strength from his alienating organization. The fusion of blood and energy within his body created a rushing sound, like the surging of a mighty wave.
In that moment, time seemed to slow down. As he watched the Snow Lord Saber slowly approaching him, he appeared to bear an immense burden, and the knife in his hand inched forward.
The next instant, their weapons clashed.
A thunderous boom echoed as their blades met, not like a clash of weapons but more like two waves of energy colliding.
Jian Chengsheng's sleeves exploded, and his body was sent reeling backward. The Snow Lord Saber in his hand was knocked high into the air, trembling uncontrollably. Blood seeped from his arms, and other parts of his body showed similar signs, indicating that the force absorbed by the alienating organization had exceeded its tolerance.
Even at this critical moment, his eyes remained steadfast, filled with a stubborn determination. He tried to gather the scattered power, bit by bit.
The Wave Pavilion's knife techniques emphasized building momentum. In offense, it was like wave after wave crashing forward, and in defense, it was like a hidden tide gathering strength, poised and unyielding.
Different enemies required different approaches. Currently, he was employing the Empty Stride Technique, which focused solely on defense without attacking. By absorbing and accumulating power through successive defensive maneuvers, he could ultimately unleash a decisive counterstrike.
However, the prerequisite was that he must not be interrupted halfway, demanding exceptional resilience, not only in physical fitness but also in mental fortitude.
As long as a single strike didn't kill him, he could persist.
After Chen Chuan's strike, he seemed unaffected.
While the first three strikes allowed Jian Chengsheng to counter with his own force, the fourth strike was purely defensive, causing him little pressure. Without hesitation, he seized the opportunity as his opponent's weapon was knocked away, leaving an opening. He stepped forward and, with a swift motion, lifted his knife in a backhand slash.
Jian Chengsheng's alienating organization had not yet adjusted, and at this moment, he couldn't gather enough strength, nor could he even manage to dodge. It seemed that in the next moment, he would be struck down by the blade.
But in this life-or-death situation, the knife that had been knocked upward seemed to release a faint glow, and a stream of essence flowed back into his body, creating a surge of power from within.
Gripping the handle tightly, he slashed downward with all his might. His knife met Chen Chuan's backhand slash, and in that instant, their blades clashed, emitting a thunderous roar once more. Visible shockwaves radiated outward from where they stood, sending circles of dust swirling away.
As their forces pushed against each other, both men froze in place.
But at that moment, a strange phenomenon occurred on Jian Chengsheng's body. His topknot, already loosened from the previous battle, seemed to respond to some stimulus, causing his hair to grow longer. His muscles bulged, and even his stature seemed to stretch taller. The once-loose training clothes now fit him perfectly.
The Third Limit Fighter, who had been observing the battle, couldn't hide his excitement and took an involuntary step forward, whispering to himself,
"This is it! The Divine Blade!"
The Ferris Wheel Corporation members also witnessed the strange changes in Jian Chengsheng's body, and their faces lit up with joy, as if they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The renowned secret technique of the Wave Pavilion was the reason they sought the assistance of Jian Chengsheng. The masters of the pavilion could infuse their mutated bodies and vital blood into the blade, allowing their disciples to harness the power of the sword in life-threatening situations. However, this knowledge was only passed down to the most favored disciples.
Feng He Shou, the master of the Wave Pavilion, personally acknowledged that Jian Chengsheng was his most outstanding disciple of this generation, and he was the one who possessed this secret technique.
Once a disciple with a sword was forced to employ this technique, their strength would surge, entering a state of 'Mind's Intent, Spirit Knows Not I.' This state made it nearly impossible for enemies to kill them before they could unleash this power.
The Third Limit Fighter was particularly excited at this moment, as Jian Chengsheng's current appearance and aura reminded him of Feng He Shou, the master of the Wave Pavilion.
"If Mr. Jian Chengsheng has the strength of Master Feng, he will surely win!"
On the field, Chen Chuan also noticed the transformation in Jian Chengsheng's appearance. Moreover, Chen Chuan's field domain seemed to have been stimulated in some way, no longer consciously restrained as before. Instead, he suddenly unleashed his full potential, reaching a state with almost no gaps.
This feeling was as if he were facing the Iron Demon of the past, not just in terms of field domain, but also in the peak state of both spirit and body.
His gaze remained calm, and even with this unusual situation, he was unaffected. In fact, he had anticipated this, knowing that his opponent wouldn't dare to show himself without some advantage.
One-six-one-nine-one-book-one-look-no-mistake-version!
At this moment, Jian Chengsheng channeled his power outward and retreated. Once at a distance, he relaxed his body, slowly realigned his blade, and adjusted his breath.
Suddenly, he felt something and looked at the sword. A wave of thoughts seemed to emanate from the sword, expressing a desperate desire for the opponent's blade.
He slightly raised his eyebrows. During the previous clashes, their swords had collided multiple times, but the Snow Lord Saber remained unmoved, and it didn't absorb anything as it had before. Why was it reacting now?
He sensed that all the changes in his opponent originated from the sword. However, he quickly dismissed this thought, knowing that it was pointless to dwell on it. Regardless of how his opponent changed, he only needed to maintain his own rhythm.
Jian Chengsheng focused on Chen Chuan in front of him. He had initially believed that he could handle this opponent with his own strength, but reality proved otherwise. Now, he could only rely on the power that his teacher, Feng He Shou, had imbued into the sword.
There was no shame in this; as he had previously thought, fighters could use any advantage to secure victory.
Only the victor had the right to face praise and criticism; the defeated had nothing.
The Wave Pavilion emphasized the presence of the divine in front of them. He had always walked the path of spiritual cultivation, but his physical body was limited by his principles and age. However, the stimulation of vital blood had compensated for his shortcomings.
With the empowerment of the Celestial Jade Core, his spirit was capable of controlling these changes without disharmony. Thus, both his body and spirit had reached their limits.
Even so, he didn't take the initiative to strike, not even with a single blow. The Empty Stride Technique required either not drawing the sword or, if drawn, to decisively determine the outcome.
He calmed his mind, slightly spreading his feet, and fixed his gaze on the figure in front of him, awaiting the opponent's next offensive.
Meanwhile, the leader of the Ferris Wheel attack squad turned to the person who had brought Jian Chengsheng and asked, "Sir, should we make our move now?"
The man thought for a moment and replied in a deep voice, "We can."
Previously, they weren't sure if Jian Chengsheng could truly hold off Chen Chuan. If he couldn't stop him, their action might be in vain, as Chen Chuan could turn and deal with the person they sent, wasting their manpower.
But now, it seemed that Jian Chengsheng had proven his ability, so they didn't need to be overly cautious. It was an opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the rear, rear, not only to quickly eliminate another target but perhaps also to distract Chen Chuan.
With a nod, the squad leader immediately sent a signal. The Third Limit Fighter at the front received it and rushed forward, and he wasn't alone. Another Third Limit Fighter, who had been hiding in the rear without taking action, also sprinted towards Lei Ju Zhang and the convoy.
Chen Chuan couldn't have missed this commotion, but he only glanced at them before turning away.
Although there were two of them, Yao Advisor wasn't an easy opponent. The Third Limit Fighters possessed tenacious vitality, and if the gap wasn't too significant, they could endure for a while without depleting their vital blood and divine stillness. Here, he would quickly resolve the situation, so he tightened his grip on the hilt and focused on his opponent again.
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