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Chapter 807: The Wave that Shakes the Thunder
Chapter 807: The Wave that Shakes the Thunder
"Once a demon, they are no longer human, devoid of our thoughts and desires. To cultivate the upper realm, one must first hold on to their self. Without the self, all efforts in cultivation are in vain."
Many seniors, upon realizing their impending transformation into demons, choose to end their own lives, giving themselves a chosen end. This path is the fate of many fighters.
However, some are unwilling to accept this fate and instead choose to bind themselves to this gap, guarding and protecting their descendants, hoping for a change in the future. They wait for a solution to emerge."
Feng Heshou said, "This is also a trial, an extremely long and arduous journey. If one can maintain the 'True Form's Original Intention', they can prolong their existence for several decades or even hundreds of years. But if they cannot resist, their body and mind will be lost, seeking liberation but never finding it, and eventually, they will fall into the demon realm."
"This senior here could not hold on and went to a place he should not have gone."
"When we first entered the path, we were brave and diligent, forging ahead without hesitation. But when we reach the profound depths, we tread carefully, filled with reverence and caution, unable to act recklessly."
He looked around, "This place will also be my destined resting place. I chose the human form, so I might be able to maintain it longer than those seniors."
After speaking, he walked forward and soon disappeared into the bright light.
Chen Chuan glanced around and, holding his sword, followed him into the light. When he emerged, he found that the radiance had weakened slightly, possibly due to the surrounding algae plants absorbing the ubiquitous light.
But more importantly, he now stood on a spacious plateau, and below him were numerous gigantic and oddly shaped shadows, each unique. They blocked the light from the distance, and there seemed to be over a dozen of them.
Feng Heshou looked ahead and said, "In six hundred years, apart from the Zen Blade Master, the 9th, 12th, and 15th generation Pavilion Masters, all other Pavilion Masters and seniors who achieved the Blade Master realm ultimately self-destructed here."
Chen Chuan looked forward, and the shadow before him was enormous, towering close to the plateau. To see its entirety, one had to look up.
Only a few retained a vaguely human shape; the rest were bizarrely shaped, resembling the demons of legends.
"Then, where did those few go?" Chen Chuan asked.
"The Zen Blade Master might have gone to the other side of the world," Feng Heshou replied. "I don't know how he is now, but the other Pavilion Masters didn't want to end their own lives. One of them stands guard at the gate, and the rest chose to follow the Master in search of the path, but they never returned, and I don't want them to."
Chen Chuan looked at the light emanating from the gigantic shadows and agreed with his words. Could they really find a path on the other side? If they didn't, it was fine, but if they returned, that would be terrifying.
"Mr. Chen," Feng Heshou turned around and said, "Today, we will fight here. Although it's a friendly spar, I won't hold back." As he spoke, his expression turned solemn, and he drew his long blade from its sheath, holding it at his waist. He bowed to Chen Chuan and said, "Wave Pavilion, Feng Heshou."
Chen Chuan also drew his sword from its sheath, but instead of holding the Snow Lady Sword, he thrust it into the ground. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and returned the salute, saying, "Pure School, Chen Chuan." Since this was a fighter's spar, he stood here as a fighter today.
Feng Heshou straightened up, and his body was first enveloped in a faint light, which was then replaced by deep blue, wave-like radiance. Under this light, his entire person seemed to blur, and his blade emitted a faint rumble of thunder. He recited, "The cold light serves life and death, the blade's intent is in the moment."
As he spoke, he suddenly bent his body, and his sleeves flew outward. With a swing of his blade, he slashed through the air, but a flash of light appeared on the blade, and a sword beam condensed from spiritual flame instantly crossed the distance and flew towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan stared at the beam of light, showing no intention to dodge. He extended his hand and clapped, and the highly condensed spiritual flame on his palm directly collided with it.
A booming sound echoed through the air, created by the movement of his arm.
In theory, the spiritual beam of light from the blade, being partially borrowed from the aberrant organization and highly condensed, required a reaction speed several times faster or a force several times stronger to disperse it head-on.
Tactically, this was a disadvantageous move. However, this extremely sturdy defense forced the opponent to make more cautious choices and even abandon their original attack strategy to some extent.
In contrast, Chen Chuan's frontal attack had dispelled the enemy's momentum, and his aura soared, with white, steam-like light rising and swaying around him.
Feng Heshou's expression turned solemn. His previous move was extremely fast, requiring exceptional reaction speed, agility, and a solid foundation that didn't worry about consumption, just as he had thought earlier. This was an opponent worthy of a hundred percent of his attention, and the key to victory lay not in speed but in patience and stability.
He needed to find the right entry point.
Although his mind was occupied, his hand movements didn't stop. He shifted from holding the blade with one hand to holding it with both hands, raising it to the level of his eyebrows, pointing the tip forward. At the same time, he shifted his body, pressing his weight backward, assuming the Wave Pavilion's "Break Tide Stance."
As Chen Chuan searched for an opportunity to strike, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he quickly retreated. Unexpectedly, Feng Heshou, who had been standing in front of him, suddenly lunged forward.
A loud boom echoed as the ground in front of them exploded, and simultaneously, their field domains shattered, creating a large crater with a slight incline where they made contact.
As the dust settled, Chen Chuan stood there, his fist shimmering with white-golden smoke. He glanced at Feng Heshou, who stood firmly with his sword. If it had been Long Xiang or Wei Guo Chan in front of him, this attack would have been nearly impossible to evade. Yet, Feng Heshou managed to dodge it with a single step.
This wasn't due to his exceptional speed but seemed to be a result of some kind of mental premonition of danger, as a result, he had made the avoidance in advance.
If it had been just that, Chen Chuan could have adjusted accordingly and caught up with him after a few steps. However, the feeling Feng Heshou had given him was that he remained unmoved, so this attack was unleashed without reservation. This was likely a technique utilizing mental prowess.
After retreating to a safe distance, Feng Heshou seemed to prevent Chen Chuan from advancing further. He brandished his sword, and suddenly, large swaths of mist emerged from his body, concealing himself within it.
Chen Chuan stood still, and as the mist collided with his bio field domain, it couldn't penetrate further and instead dispersed to the sides and upward, leaving only faint traces of impact at the domain's edge.
He fixed his gaze on the mist, recognizing the skill of his opponent. The previous swing of the blade had severed his spiritual perception, allowing these mist-like substances to serve their purpose. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to conceal him.
In the 1619th chapter, a bar, and a look, not a single mistake!
Suddenly, the mist seemed to be propelled by an immensely powerful force, surging rapidly before dispersing with a boom. In that instant, a half-real, half-illusory silhouette appeared above—it was Feng Heshou.
At this moment, he appeared to be as enormous as the silhouettes behind him, and the giant Thunder Hearing Blade in his hand slashed downward toward Chen Chuan!
The two were originally separated by dozens of meters, but as the blade descended, it reached Chen Chuan's face in an instant. This wasn't an illusory scene; the powerful wind pressure stirred up a cloud of gray dust and ash, and the air around them became scorching hot.
Chen Chuan's eyes suddenly deepened, and he stared at the giant blade. He didn't choose to dodge because he knew that as a Blade Master, Feng Heshou's mastery of blade techniques was undoubtedly exceptional. If he retreated now, he would inevitably fall into a passive position, giving his opponent an opportunity.
So, he stood with his feet apart, lowering his center of gravity. White mist rose from his body, and he gazed at the massive blade, crossing his arms and lifting them upward to block the descending blade.
With a loud boom, the entire platform shook as a large cloud of dust and smoke billowed up. Compared to the giant blade shadow, Chen Chuan's small figure seemed to stand firm.
As he had anticipated, the blade's sudden enlargement also seemed to amplify its power. However, the fundamental contest lay in the spiritual flame, and the spiritual light it carried didn't increase due to the blade's expansion; it remained the same as before.
As the blade and the flame met and dissolved each other, sparks scattered in all directions. Due to the difference in their foundations, the blade's light extinguished first.
Seeing this, Chen Chuan's eyes flashed, and his fist, enveloped in white-golden light, struck the half-real, half-illusory blade silhouette. The punch sent the blade shadow reeling upward.
After this strike, Chen Chuan exerted force with his feet, and his body surged forward like a cannonball, and the spiritual flame enveloping him collided with the giant silhouette, causing it to suddenly dissipate.
As he passed through, Feng Heshou's true form emerged. Chen Chuan didn't stop; he leaped forward, his clenched fist slamming into Feng Heshou.
Feng Heshou's expression shifted slightly, and he quickly blocked the blow with his blade. A loud boom sounded, and despite Feng Heshou's height of nearly four meters and their significant height difference, the force transmitted through the punch was difficult to block. He stumbled backward involuntarily, though he managed to remain standing. The blue flame on his body trembled violently.
Chen Chuan's feet continuously stomped, and his body leaned forward, pressing down. He unleashed another punch, which was once again blocked by the blade. However, in the continuous clash of forces, the blue flame was almost extinguished. Chen Chuan kept pressing forward, relentlessly pounding on the blade.
Under the relentless assault, the blue flame finally couldn't withstand the pressure and scattered. Chen Chuan's fist first struck the blade, then slammed into Feng Heshou's chest. The subsequent force penetrated his body, and in the next moment, with a loud boom, Feng Heshou's entire body tumbled off the platform!
(End of Chapter)
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