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Chapter 697: Xue Xiaoren's Plan to Use Jin Banhua as a Shield
Chapter 697: Xue Xiaoren’s Plan to Use Jin Banhua as a Shield
Not only is the Black Lady of the Water Jelly Sect highly skilled in internal cultivation, but her lightness technique is also formidable.
In the original story, whether she was sitting atop a water pillar as steady as Mount Tai, or later battling Chu Liuxiang underwater, her movements were so swift that even Gong Nanyan couldn’t see her clearly, yet still had a glimpse of her prowess.
So, the idea that the Black-robed Man could deplete her inner strength and seize the opportunity to win is nothing but a delusion.
After all, to evade the Black Lady’s palm strikes, his own energy consumption would be significant.
Of course, for the Black Lady to defeat the Black-Robed Man in just a few moves is also extremely difficult.
Previously, when she knocked out Hu Tiefen and two others with a single move, it was more of a trick than a true display of skill.
At the time, she sat atop the water pillar, and when Hu Tiefen and the others attacked together, she only needed to knock them off the pillar to let them leave. She then lured them to attack from the air, leaving them with no place to hide, and powerful internal energy driving the turbulent water to strike, winning in one move.
But now, facing Xue Xiaoren, who excels in both lightness technique and swordsmanship, the Black Lady can steadily compress his movement space, then win calmly and effortlessly, though she has no quick way to victory.
This is similar to her martial arts, which are like the comes no flaws, like the power of water to pier through stone, and the the power of a rock, and it builds up a torrent, and ultimately triumphs with overwhelming force.
Such martial arts are those with the least vulnerabilities.
In the original story, if it weren’t for the Black Lady needing to catch her breath and allowing Chu Liuxiang to seize her weakness, even the unbeatable Chu Liuxiang in water might not have been able to defeat her in the end.
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On the battlefield, the Black Lady, draped in white, her figure towering, and her palm techniques fierce and mighty.
The Black-Robed Man, thin and tall, wields his sword with agile movements, his swordsmanship bizarre and ruthless.
Perhaps most martial artists in the world would not survive his first few sword strikes, but against the Black Lady, he falls into a disadvantage within ten moves.
Jin Banhua says to Dian Hong, “You say his swordsmanship is invincible? I don’t see anything special about it.”
Dian Hong grits his teeth, “That’s the Black Lady of the Water Jelly Sect!”
Xue Xiaoren is known as the world’s first swordsman, but his room is filled with the blood-stained clothes he wears when facing enemies.
The Black Lady of the Water Jelly Sect doesn’t have the title of the world’s first, but the Divine Water Palace hasn’t had an intruder for over twenty years.
The two have never faced each other, so there’s no clear judgment of who is stronger, but the respect and fear from the martial world towards the Black Lady are evident.
Li Yuhan stares blankly at the battlefield, muttering, “Truly, excellent swordsmanship...”
He comes from the Green Jade Manor and naturally values swordsmanship more. To him, even under the Black Lady’s pressure, the Black-Robed Man’s swordsmanship is still displayed to the fullest.
Simple, efficient, swift, ruthless, and bizarre.
Logically, such bizarre swordsmanship pursues unpredictability, so the transitions between moves should not be particularly smooth.
But this Black-Robed Man’s swordsmanship is tightly continuous, giving a sense of grandeur, and even under the pressure of the Black Lady’s palm, it shows no hesitation, leaving everyone amazed.
“If he weren’t facing the Black Lady, who in the world could defeat him?” Qu Wu Rong sighs, “I feel that even my master might not be able to win against him.”
Everyone looks at Jin Banhua.
As a swordsman who defeated Shi Guanyin, he naturally has the qualifications to evaluate the Black-Robed Man’s swordsmanship.
“What are you looking at?” Jin Banhua snorts, “His swordsmanship seems to combine two schools of swordsmanship, complementing their strengths, but it’s actually a yin-yang combination, not yin giving birth to yang. So, there’s sword qi but no sword intent. Without a greater encounter, this is his limit.”
Everyone deeply inhales, but their clear eyes show that they haven’t fully understood.
But Chu Liuxiang understood and looked at Jin Banhua with a gleam in his eyes, finally believing what Hu Tiehua had said: Jin Banhua's Whirling Willow Sword and the Thirteen Styles of the Clear Wind were no longer inferior to the skills of Bashan's Gu Dao Ren and Huashan's founding master.
This level of insight proved that he was a prodigy in martial arts, just like himself!
Then he saw Jin Banhua pat his slightly red shoulder and say with a smug look, "I almost fell for your bluff. This guy's sword techniques are no match for me!"
"If he weren't the current Water Palace Master's prey, I'd show you what it means to be the epitome of southern and northern martial arts, and what it means to be a top expert and a world-class sword technique!" Jin Banhua said boldly.
His voice was not quiet, and not only did his own people, like Heizhen, hear him, even the surrounding Water Palace disciples who were watching the battle heard and looked at Jin Banhua with disdain in their eyes.
If it weren't for Yin Ji's deep influence, they would have called a halt to the fight and let this boastful guy go up and try his luck.
Of course, if they had called a halt, the black-clad assassin would have been very happy.
Compared to when the fight began, his movements were now sluggish, and his sword techniques were no longer as sharp. He felt himself surrounded by wave after wave of water-like pressure.
Although it wasn't as solid as a copper wall or iron fence, it was dense and continuous, driven by Yin Ji's palm wind, gradually compressing towards him.
The black-clad assassin tried to retreat, but Yin Ji's lightness was not weaker than his. She had already entangled him, preventing him from escaping the battlefield.
The black-clad assassin's eyes, now a deathly gray, began to fill with blood. He swung his long sword, each strike aimed at Yin Ji's vital points.
Yin Ji advanced step by step, simply waving her palm and easily deflected the black-clad assassin's long sword.
The black-clad assassin rapidly retreated but still received a palm print on his chest.
"Spit!"
The black-clad assassin spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered back, and landed not far from Jin Banhua and the others.
When the black-clad assassin began to lose, the faces of the other black-clad killers turned pale. Seeing their comrade fall, they were drenched in cold sweat, on the verge of collapse, their eyes filled with endless terror and the despair of shattered faith.
The black-clad assassin panted, his long robe drenched in sweat.
Yin Ji still had a calm look, though her chest rose and fell slightly, she remained composed and unperturbed.
"Intruding into the Water Palace, you are doomed to die." Yin Ji said.
"I know." The black-clad assassin took a deep breath and straightened his body. "I have one request."
"Speak," Yin Ji said.
"Do not remove my mask," the black-clad assassin said.
Yin Ji looked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, I agree."
"Thank you." The black-clad assassin took a breath. "There's one more thing."
Yin Ji furrowed her brow. "What else?"
"Kill a vile and cunning little man!" the black-clad assassin shouted fiercely.
In the next moment, the black-clad assassin had temporarily suppressed his injuries, regulated his breathing, and suddenly turned to Jin Banhua, lunging forward, his long sword pointing at Jin Banhua's throat.
It was Jin Banhua who had brought them to the Water Palace, who had provoked the black-clad killers to fight the Water Palace disciples, and who had forced him to face the Water Mother, Yin Ji.
If Jin Banhua didn't die, he wouldn't die with peace of mind!
"Be careful!"
"Brother Jin!"
Everyone cried out in alarm, but the black-clad assassin was not far from Jin Banhua and had suddenly attacked. No one except Chu Liuxiang reacted in time.
But just as Chu Liuxiang was about to intervene, a sword light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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