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Chapter 554: Hating Heaven Saber! [Part 2]
Chapter 554: Hating Heaven Saber! [Part 2]
The man in gray exclaimed in surprise once more, his eyes widening as he changed his attack. With immense force, he slashed at Fang Che as if he were a mere ball, and then the saber light continuously chopped towards Fang Che's neck.
Fang Che's body staggered continuously, but with each clumsy movement, he executed a perfect saber technique, protecting himself and even counterattacking. Moreover, each counterattack was flawless, as if his clumsy posture was intentionally designed to complement his technique!
The man in gray was utterly astonished: This was the first time in his life that he had encountered such a situation!
This kid... so formidable!
Surprised, his saber attacks became faster and faster!
I want to see how far this kid can go!
Since the first strike, Fang Che had been at a disadvantage!
The saber light flickered.
Whirling.
Fang Che struggled to hold on, employing the Tiantou Saber Technique. Under the pressure of his opponent, he constantly gained new insights.
However, he couldn't keep up with his opponent's overwhelming attacks.
Especially his terrifying strength made Fang Che feel like he was navigating a small boat in the vast ocean from the very beginning.
The raging waves surged from beneath his feet, from above his head, and from all directions at once! He couldn't stand firm.
He held his breath, remaining silent, observing and countering each move. Although his body swayed back and forth, the perfect saber forms were executed flawlessly. No matter how his body staggered, he could deliver the most perfect saber strike!
Blocking every lethal attack from his opponent!
Fresh blood sprayed from his mouth.
Fang Che felt as if he was facing not just a person, but a mountain, an ocean, and the vast heavens and earth! With a 'dang' sound, he blocked a strike aimed at his neck and counterattacked towards his opponent's dantian.
Another 'dang' sound, he blocked a strike that could have split him in two and stabbed towards his opponent's heart.
Again...
The man in gray's strength increased, causing Fang Che's body to tremble, stagger, and roll.
"Two... three... six... seventeen... nineteen..."
The man in gray continued to count.
Fang Che had just found an opportunity to stand up when his opponent's saber struck again like a lightning bolt, forcing him to retreat two steps and prepare to regain his stance.
Fang Che desperately raised his saber to meet the attack.
With a 'pa' sound, the flat side of the saber was pressed down, nearly smashing into his own face.
His feet dug into the ground, creating two deep furrows as he retreated straight back, the soil churning as he moved ten zhang away. He gasped heavily, bleeding from all seven orifices.
But his eyes remained fixed on his opponent.
As he opened his mouth, thick blood oozed out.
In a deep voice, he asked, "How many moves?"
Two more Danyun Divine Pills remained in his mouth.
"Twenty-five moves!"
The man in gray looked at him indifferently, his eyes as if gazing at a dead person: "Fang Chache is indeed impressive, but if your skills end here, then these hundred moves are pointless. You might as well give up."
Fang Che's heart pounded, blood gushing from his nose and mouth, his expression wretched.
His hoarse voice said, "It's just a hundred moves, and I've already endured twenty-five!"
The man in gray replied coldly, "Your saber technique is indeed good, but... you've already started repeating a move. Repeating is still repeating."
"That's why your last move was so weak."
"If you continue using this saber technique against me, you have no hope. It's better to admit defeat."
A cold light flashed in the man in gray's eyes as he spoke indifferently, "Moreover, you haven't mastered this saber technique. You've only grasped its form, not its essence! You can fool ordinary people, but against experts... don't you think it's laughable?"
Fang Che didn't need to be told; he had already realized this himself.
At this moment, he was filled with disdain.
This Feng Xing was indeed not someone capable of great deeds.
Teaching him an incomplete Tiantou Saber Technique, he tried to win Fang Che's loyalty, but in the end, it was only half-baked.
The most crucial part was not taught!
"This saber technique is just ordinary, used only to test the waters."
Fang Che replied indifferently, "As a senior expert, you bet on a hundred moves, yet you were held off by an ordinary probing saber technique for twenty-five moves. I see your experience in the jianghu is also lacking."
The man in gray didn't get angry; instead, he laughed, "Hahahaha..."
His hoarse voice was filled with suppressed laughter, but it was clear that he found the situation genuinely amusing.
"Is it that funny?" Fang Che asked indifferently.
"Funny! Indeed funny!"
The man in gray felt a strange emotion surge within him, and for a moment, he couldn't stop laughing.
He couldn't wait to rush back and find the secluded Feng Du to tell him, "Your saber technique is actually too ordinary, only suitable for testing others!"
Just imagining Feng Du's possible reaction made him feel delighted.
He laughed for a while.
However, Fang Che couldn't understand what he was laughing about. Nevertheless, this was a rare opportunity for Fang Che to rest while the man in gray was laughing.
He seized the chance to circulate the Boundless Dharma Sutra, healing his injuries.
Three more Danyun Divine Pills were taken, and at the same time, three Heavenly King Pills were also consumed, one of which had already started to dissolve.
"They're not very effective..." Fang Che sighed inwardly.
Back in the White Cloud Continent, the Danyun Divine Pills that could 'ignore injuries and instantly recover' seemed abundant, and he only needed one at a time, which was enough for him to fight fiercely.
After reaching Donghu Zhou and enhancing his cultivation, the effects of the Danyun Divine Pill began to weaken.
In one dangerous encounter, he would need to consume at least three to five pills!
As for the Heavenly King Pill, it was even worse. He would sometimes consume one during regular cultivation, and during battles to maintain his spiritual energy, he would stuff two or three into his mouth.
His stock was visibly running low.
While meditating, his mind was constantly pondering.
Who exactly is this gray-robed man?
If he wanted to kill me with his true cultivation, he could have done so long ago.
With that vast ocean of spiritual energy he has been holding back, I would have been reduced to a puddle of flesh long ago.
Fang Che is not a fool; in fact, he is much smarter than most people. If he didn’t feel the gray-robed man’s terrifying power during the twenty-five desperate exchanges, it would be unforgivable.
So this person clearly doesn’t want to kill me.
But the malice towards me and others is genuine.
What’s going on?
Moreover, the most critical point is: although this person doesn’t want to kill me, his every strike is lethal. In other words, if I can’t block his blade, he won’t hold back.
One strike will split me in two.
So...
Who is this old man?
He’s holding back, not using his full strength, seemingly waiting for something...
What is he waiting for?
After confirming that ‘as long as I can block his blade, I won’t die,’ Fang Che’s worries are somewhat alleviated.
But only somewhat, because... his blade is truly hard to block, and failing to block it will certainly mean death!
"Damn, a real demon!"
Fang Che curses in his heart.
But he doesn’t show it on his face. Instead, he pretends to be oblivious to the man’s true intentions, acting as if he has been driven to a dead end and must fight to the death.
Otherwise, what if the old demon gets angry and ashamed?
What still lingers in Fang Che’s mind is “one hundred strikes!”
He is very clear that the person in front of him is a ruthless and cruel demon.
If he can’t withstand one hundred strikes, he might not die, but An Ruoxing, Ye Meng, and the others are doomed!
So, what can he use to withstand the remaining seventy-five strikes?
The Great Sun Sword... only one move, using it repeatedly is just asking for death.
The Tiantou Saber, no.
The Blood Spirit Seven Swords, not enough momentum.
The Dragon God Lance? Just learned, definitely not enough.
Flying knives... even more ridiculous!
The only thing he can use is the Netherworld and the Heaven-Hating Saber!
Feeling his spiritual energy has recovered, Fang Che stands up unsteadily, feigning weakness, and says mournfully, "Today, death is certain. A mere hundred strikes, what’s the big deal? Sir, dare you reveal your name?!"
Still testing the man’s attitude.
The gray-robed man snorts, "If you’ve recovered, then come and fight. No need to put on a show. Do you think I would fall for your tricks?!"
This was a completely unexpected response from the gray-robed man.
Then he hears the gray-robed man say, "On the path to the Yellow Springs, remember who killed you. I am surnamed Sun!"
Sun!
A flash of insight strikes Fang Che. Looking at the zombie-like body shrouded in the gray robe, and considering the incomprehensible actions, his mind is now completely at ease.
It’s you!
Once this realization hits, everything falls into place for Fang Che!
Who the man is, how he knows him, why he came, and why he proposed this strange bet!
He makes up his mind instantly!
"Who kills who is yet to be determined! Watch out, I’m using my ultimate technique!"
Fang Che coldly snorts, no longer hiding anything. He straightens his back, and a fierce killing aura and a formidable presence surge out.
In an instant, a chilling wind arises around him, the momentum is terrifying!
The blade vibrates, emitting a hissing sound, and in a moment, a transcendent aura of ‘hating heaven, hating earth, hating the world’ spontaneously arises!
The gray-robed man’s spirit is invigorated.
Finally, he has forced this boy to reveal his trump card.
And indeed, the boy’s trump card is my Heaven-Hating Saber!
Fang Che doesn’t use the aura from the Divine Essence Jade. He wouldn’t dare release even a fraction of that aura!
Because the Divine Essence Jade originally belonged to the other party.
So the aura inside is also the other party’s!
If the other party recognizes that he intercepted it... even if he is the inheritor of the Heaven-Hating Saber, Fang Che has no doubt that the other party would cut him in two and take back the Divine Essence Jade!
But his current aura, considering his age, is already astonishing!
Killing intent rolls, murderous aura surges like a tide, the momentum instantly connects heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers move with it!
The sun, moon, stars, and light seem to instantly converge at the tip of the blade.
The gray-robed man, naturally, is Sun Wutian.
Feeling Fang Che’s Heaven-Hating Saber momentum, he is now full of admiration.
Damn!
Indeed well-practiced!
No wonder even Yan Nan, that old coin, praised him!
His eyes show a serious expression, and he says solemnly, "A fine blade style. What is this blade called?"
Fang Che smiles coldly, moves his foot, and is already like a rainbow, sweeping across the ground!
The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and land all press down fiercely with his movement: "This blade is called Killing!"
The first move of the Heaven-Hating Blade Technique.
Heaven Hates the Blind!
With all his might!
Holding nothing back, he gave it his all.
Although it was an act, this was indeed his most powerful and unrestrained strike since obtaining the Heaven-Hating Saber, and it was also the most powerful one.
His essence, spirit, soul, body, and divine energy...
All were integrated into this strike!
Because this was where his value lay! The saber's blade howled, the heavens mourned, and the earth grieved. In a daze, it seemed as if the gates of hell were slowly opening, and a chilling ghostly aura stirred.
"Well done!"
Sun Wutian charged forward with his saber, like a moth flying into the flame of the saber net.
It seemed like a life-or-death battle, but in reality, he was further weakening his own strength.
What if, in this all-out counterattack, he accidentally killed this guy?
A deafening roar...
The two collided.
The saber's blade exploded like a bomb, shooting in all directions, up and down.
In that instant, the two exchanged countless strikes.
Finally, two muffled grunts sounded. One was fake.
The other was also fake.
Both staggered back, retreating seven or eight zhang away from each other.
Sun Wutian panted, his eyes filled with surprise as he looked at Fang Che, "Good saber! Twenty-six moves!"
Fang Che's body was tattered, with blood slowly flowing from many wounds, but he paid no heed. Panting, he laughed maniacally, "How is it? Is this strike powerful enough?!"
He struck a pose of arrogance.
"Not bad, but it's a pity you have only this one strike!"
Sun Wutian spoke.
"Hahaha... Old fool, just you wait! My ultimate move is something you can't even imagine!"
Fang Che felt his strength rapidly recovering.
Knowing that the old demon had held back, this was the perfect moment to showcase his abilities!
With a loud cry, he rose, his face radiant with divine light. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swirled like a vortex, rushing towards him, and his aura once again shook the heavens.
"Old thief! Watch the saber!"
The Heaven-Hating Blade Technique, second style!
"Heaven Hates the Heartless!"
Sun Wutian silently recited in his heart, and with a loud roar, he charged forward.
The next moment.
For half an hour.
Fang Che practiced the Heaven-Hating Saber Technique from start to finish.
Heaven Hates the Blind, Heaven Hates the Heartless, Heaven Hates the Heartless, Heaven Hates the Heartless,
Heaven Hates the Dreamless, Heaven Hates the Bladeless, Heaven Hates the Tearless, Heaven Hates the Woundless, Heaven Hates the Wayless, Heaven Hates the Unfair, Heaven Hates the Furious,
Heaven Hates the Deathless!
Fang Che's expression was one of extreme ferocity, his battle intent soaring, as if to incinerate the heavens and extinguish the earth.
But in his heart, he secretly exclaimed with delight!
It was too exhilarating.
Only against this old demon could he achieve such exhilaration!
This feeling of unreserved exertion, this way of fighting with complete abandon and without a care in the world, was incredibly beneficial for his improvement!
After finishing this round of saber techniques, Fang Che's heart was filled with even more insights.
These were insights he had never gained from countless battles before!
"Thirty-eight moves!"
Fang Che leaned on his saber, laughing loudly, "Old Sun, how is it?"
Sun Wutian hummed, "It's just the sharpness of the saber technique. The saber is good, but unfortunately, you can't control it! You can't integrate and comprehend the saber technique, and your strength limits you. What can you do to me?"
"You can't do anything to me! But blocking a hundred moves from you is not difficult!"
"Hehe..."
Sun Wutian waved his saber, "Fang Patrol, let's see what else you can do!"
"No need for other skills, this saber technique is enough!"
Fang Che let out a loud cry, unleashing the Heaven-Hating Saber once more.
Another round!
Sun Wutian was both surprised and delighted to discover that this time, Fang Che's saber strike had new changes, integrating even more powerful aura!
"This talent is truly something I've rarely seen in my life! Even in my younger days, I couldn't have achieved this!"
Sun Wutian was delighted.
"Fifty-one moves!"
Fang Che laughed maniacally, "How is it? I have new insights into this saber technique. If we continue, a hundred moves will be a piece of cake. Senior, we have no deep grudge. The hundred-move agreement was just a joke. Let's call it quits here, how about it? Junior Fang Che will remember this favor from you!"
Retreating to advance.
Sure enough, Sun Wutian's eyelids twitched, and he said coldly, "Are you so sure you can last a hundred moves? And then what?"
Fang Che secretly laughed.
He threw a few more Heavenly King Pills into his mouth.
These pills, which increased cultivation and aided in cultivation, were consumed by Fang Che without the slightest hesitation.
Because, under Sun Wutian's relentless suppression, the pills' effects were fully absorbed without any waste!
Moreover, all impurities were forced out by Sun Wutian as they fought!
Two strikes consumed one Heavenly King Pill!
And one Heavenly King Pill was enough to significantly increase Fang Che's cultivation!
This time, after the third strike.
"Fifty-four moves!!"
Fang Che let out a loud cry, shaking the high skies.
A formidable aura suddenly appeared.
In the midst of battle, he broke through the Imperial Ninth Rank!
Moreover, his aura continued to soar, and his cultivation rapidly increased.
It was as if a giant funnel had appeared around him, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth frantically poured into his body.
On the Brink, Breakthrough!
Sun Wutian stood with his saber at a distance, his heart filled with satisfaction. His Heaven-Hating Saber had indeed found the most suitable successor!
This time, he didn't wait for Fang Che to complete his breakthrough and rushed forward with his saber.
Because he felt that letting him off was too obvious...
"There are still forty-six moves left!"
Sun Wutian roared.
"Well done!"
Fang Che's body spun in the air, gathering momentum, and descended in a circle, executing the move of the saber falling from the sky—the Hateful Saber Without a Blade!
So I will make up for this missing blade!
Clang, clang, clang...
Amid the continuous clashing sounds, Fang Che tumbled, and his saber tip touched the ground, transforming his retreat into a charge.
"Hateful Saber Without a Path!"
In the blink of an eye, the thirteen moves of the Hateful Saber were executed again.
This time, Fang Che didn't count.
Instead, he let out a long whistle and began to combine three moves into one, then five moves into one, continuously unleashing a barrage of attacks!
Boom, boom, boom...
The surrounding trees shattered, sending splinters flying into the distance.
Although Sun Wutian had suppressed his cultivation, he still fought with extreme enjoyment.
Later, he couldn't help but cheer repeatedly.
"Good saber!"
"This move is excellent!"
"This one is even better!"
"So exhilarating!"
The two of them rolled and tumbled like two earth dragons, engaging in a fierce battle amidst the mountains.
No one knew how long it had been.
Fang Che burst into laughter, "Hahaha!"
His body soared, and he slashed out a large saber flower. With a clang, he sheathed his saber.
He smiled and said, "Senior, how many moves did we exchange?"
Sun Wutian was taken aback.
He had genuinely forgotten how many moves they had exchanged.
But in his heart, he knew the answer—one hundred moves? It had long surpassed that!
Frowning, he pondered for a moment, and each move flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he raised his head, "Good lad, it's been one hundred and seventy-seven moves!"
Fang Che straightened his clothes, and his face showed respect as he cupped his hands in a salute, "Senior, your strength is formidable. Thank you for your guidance. I have truly benefited greatly!"
After speaking, he bowed deeply.
Since he had already endured a hundred moves, he couldn't bring up the bet anymore. If he did, this old demon wouldn't be able to hold his head up.
Therefore, this was the time for politeness.
The lower the posture, the more humble and respectful, the greater the chance of passing the test!
Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che with a faint gaze, his gray eyes unblinking. After a long while, he said, "You've endured a hundred moves. You don't need to thank me; you managed to get through it on your own."
Fang Che respectfully said, "Junior understands. Senior intentionally held back. Otherwise, Junior would have died under your saber long ago!"
He revealed a smile, "Senior's true strength has yet to be unleashed. Junior is truly grateful!"
Sun Wutian's heart softened, and he smiled, "But your strength is indeed remarkable. At such a young age, to possess such cultivation and experience is truly rare."
After a pause, he said, "I declare you have passed!"
Fang Che smiled respectfully and asked, "Then... the antidote..."
"There's no antidote."
Sun Wutian hummed, "They were merely stunned by me. In a short while, they will regain consciousness."
"What?"
Fang Che was perplexed, "Stunned? But why didn't I..."
Sun Wutian looked at Fang Che and smiled, "Who is your teacher?"
"My teacher?"
Fang Che was taken aback, "Senior, what do you mean?"
Sun Wutian waved his hand, and suddenly, Fang Che felt as if he had entered a strange space, shrouded in clouds and mist.
Before him stood the old man with the surname Sun.
"Senior, you..."
Fang Che's face showed an appropriate look of surprise.
"Night Demon, your use of the Hateful Saber is impressive."
Sun Wutian no longer held back and directly called out the name 'Night Demon.'
Fang Che feigned shock, took three steps back, and gripped his saber hilt. Then, he 'realized' and loosened his grip, showing respect as he said, "I don't know who... which senior has arrived? Night Demon is honored..."
Sun Wutian hummed, "I am Sun Wutian!"
"You... you..."
A trace of bewilderment flashed in Fang Che's eyes, followed by sudden realization.
He immediately turned and knelt, "Disciple... Night Demon pays respects to the Ancestor!"
Sun Wutian hummed, "Since you've learned my Hateful Saber, you naturally know me. So, who is your teacher? How did you learn this Hateful Saber?"
"Ancestor, please allow me to explain."
Fang Che said, "My first teacher, who imparted his knowledge to me, was the Flying Sky Saber King, Sun Yuan."
"Sun Yuan..."
Sun Wutian muttered, his eyes distant. After a moment, he sighed, "The Flying Sky Saber Technique?"
"Yes!"
Sun Wutian was dazed for a moment before saying, "Continue."
"This junior bowed to the senior as my teacher and followed him in learning the martial arts. The name 'Night Demon' was given to me by my teacher and the sect leader..."
Fang Che recounted the events of that year in detail.
He continued, speaking of how Sun Yuan was secretly plotted against by the Yixin Sect, his body shattered into pieces, and even his head was cut off by members of the sect. In the midst of the freezing cold, his head was hung on the city walls of White Cloud Continent.
Sun Wutian's eyes narrowed, and a fierce aura seemed to burst forth.
(End of Chapter)
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