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Chapter 670: Thirteen Deadly Strikes vs. Thirteen Gentle Breezes
Chapter 670: Thirteen Deadly Strikes vs. Thirteen Gentle Breezes
The group made their way to the back garden.
Jin Banhua said, "Actually, although your master taught you a sword style that is sharp and ruthless, he himself likely came from a prestigious lineage and also knew a noble and grand sword technique."
Yi Dianhong remained silent, having already noticed this during the battle at the Divine Water Palace.
"But this Thirteen Deadly Strikes, despite its ferocity and sharpness, has found a righteous path within its unconventional style, making it one of the top-tier sword techniques in the world," Jin Banhua explained.
Yi Dianhong couldn't help but lick his lips, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Qu Wu Rong, hearing this introduction, glanced at Hua Zhenzhen beside her and said to Jin Banhua, "It's my first time here. Could your maid show me around?"
Jin Banhua waved his hand and chuckled, "What's the relationship between you and Yi Dianhong? There's no need to avoid it, especially since my little maid is probably quite curious about this Thirteen Deadly Strikes as well."
Qu Wu Rong's eyes flickered as she gave Hua Zhenzhen a deep look.
Hua Zhenzhen smiled faintly but said nothing.
"Brother Hong, may I borrow your sword?" Jin Banhua extended his hand.
Yi Dianhong patted the scabbard on his back, and with an inner burst of energy, the long sword shot out and landed in Jin Banhua's hand.
"It's been a long time since I've used the Thirteen Deadly Strikes," Jin Banhua said, gently stroking the blade, his eyes gleaming.
In the next moment, the long, slender sword seemed to come alive in his hands.
The Thirteen Deadly Strikes were the sword technique of Yan Shisan. When he performed this style, he moved like a venomous snake emerging from a ravine, swift and deadly, even more ruthless than the Thirteen Heaven-Cursed Strokes of the Hainan Sword School, leaving no one unscathed and no one who could survive a strike.
To help Yi Dianhong understand the technique, Jin Banhua mimicked Yan Shisan's style, making the sword transform into a venomous snake, flexible and unpredictable.
Yi Dianhong's eyes grew brighter, his face flushed with excitement. As a top-tier martial artist, he knew better than anyone whether a sword technique suited him.
Hua Zhenzhen's expression turned serious, and Qu Wu Rong broke out in a cold sweat. They both recognized the terrifying power of this technique, which rivaled any other sword style in the world.
Jin Banhua performed the Thirteen Deadly Strikes from the first to the thirteenth stroke.
This sequence of moves, from dynamic to static, grew increasingly simple, swift, sharp, and ruthless, until the final stroke left the technique in silence.
"How was it?" Jin Banhua asked.
Yi Dianhong took a deep breath, "Excellent sword technique!"
But Hua Zhenzhen recovered and huffed, "While it is indeed a formidable technique, to say it surpasses the Thirteen Gentle Breezes is an exaggeration."
Qu Wu Rong looked at Hua Zhenzhen curiously.
Jin Banhua smiled, "Don't be hasty, I'm not done yet."
Hua Zhenzhen was taken aback and heard Jin Banhua say, "The Thirteen Gentle Breezes have a fourteenth stroke, so why shouldn't the Thirteen Deadly Strikes have a fourteenth and fifteenth strike?"
Yi Dianhong and Qu Wu Rong were stunned. When did the Thirteen Gentle Breezes have a fourteenth stroke?
Hua Zhenzhen's eyes narrowed, and she asked instinctively, "And a fifteenth stroke?"
In the next moment, Jin Banhua thrust the sword.
The Thirteen Deadly Strikes had already been completed, the sword returned to silence, the technique seemingly exhausted.
But just as the saying goes, "When the mountains and waters seem to have no path, a village appears in the midst of willows and flowers," the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and from the point of exhaustion, a new wave of change emerged, like a spring breeze melting the ice, winter passing, and spring returning.
Moreover, while the Thirteen Deadly Strikes took thirteen moves to transition from dynamic to static, this single move reversed the momentum, reaching the peak of movement and transforming into a lethal strike in one fluid motion.
Dianhong watched as the fatal Fourteenth Sword was unleashed, feeling a slight sting in his eyes.
Qu Wurong couldn't help but exclaim, "Amazing!"
Huazhengzhen was speechless. Although the fatal Fourteenth Sword didn't quite match Jin Banhua's demonstration of the Fourteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze, it was certainly on par with the Thirteenth Form.
This single sword stroke alone elevated the fatal Thirteenth Sword to a new level.
"Brother Dian, be on your guard. I'm about to deliver the Fifteenth Sword," Jin Banhua suddenly said.
Upon hearing this, Dianhong's eyes widened, and he fixed his gaze on the long sword in Jin Banhua's hand.
In the next moment, the sword was thrust forward.
Dianhong felt an incredibly twisted sensation.
His mind suddenly sped up, becoming infinitely more sensitive.
He felt the wind stop, the swaying branches freeze, and Huazhengzhen and Qu Wurong become motionless, as if everything had come to a standstill.
Only his thoughts continued to race, but his body wouldn't respond, no matter how hard he tried to move even a muscle.
And then...
Dianhong watched helplessly as Jin Banhua continued to move, a smile on his face as he wielded the long sword. The sword seemed to transform into a venomous dragon, lunging towards him.
This feeling of everything around him being frozen while his mind and the enemy remained active, knowing everything but being powerless to act, drove Dianhong nearly to the brink of madness.
In the next moment, the venomous dragon reached his throat, and Dianhong's breath caught in his chest.
Then, the twisted sensation abruptly ended, and movement and stillness merged. He suddenly regained control of his body.
Dianhong's face was pale as he immediately leaped backward, retreating two yards before stopping, his eyes filled with terror. He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
"How was it?" Jin Banhua asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
Dianhong swallowed hard, his voice filled with disbelief. "Is this the fatal Fifteenth Sword?"
"Isn't it more powerful than the sword techniques your master taught you?" Jin Banhua asked.
"It's not just more powerful; how could anyone survive this sword stroke?" Dianhong sighed. "If you had used this move against Yin Ji in the Divine Water Palace, you would have won!"
"You're exaggerating again," Jin Banhua said with a shake of his head. "Yin Ji's martial arts and mental fortitude are top-notch. This move isn't that easy to execute, and if it fails, she would take advantage of the opening."
Dianhong nodded in partial understanding.
Huazhengzhen, however, was shocked. "You've fought the Water Mother Yin Ji?"
Jin Banhua beamed with pride. "Not only did I fight her, but she even recognized me as her younger brother. Now, I hold the position of the Second Palace Lord in the Divine Water Palace!"
Huazhengzhen: (°ー°〃)
Qu Wurong looked at Huazhengzhen and then at Jin Banhua, a smile playing on her lips. She explained to Huazhengzhen, "We entered the Divine Water Palace together a few days ago. Jin and Yin Ji fought over a hundred rounds to a draw, saving our lives and turning enemies into friends."
Huazhengzhen: (⊙o⊙)
Jin Banhua raised an eyebrow at Huazhengzhen. "How does my fatal Thirteenth Sword compare to the Thirteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze?"
Huazhengzhen was silent for a moment before speaking honestly. "The fatal Thirteenth Sword is not as powerful as the Thirteenth Form of the Gentle Breeze, but... without the Fourteenth Form, the Thirteenth Form is far inferior to the fatal Fifteenth Sword."
(End of Chapter)
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