The Universe Is Innately Just 159 Final Push Part Five

His form was perfect, and his sword was thrown in a straight path towards the white colored youth. It broke through the speed of sound and kept getting faster as it broke the distance with the virtual immortal. Who, in turn, sent his flying sword to intercept Fell's attack without breaking a sweat in front of the weird stratagem.

He was aware that the young cultivator in front of him didn't know any special control technique; as for his sword being a special flying sword, that was even more improbable.

The two swords nearly met each other the instant they were sent away by their masters. Fell's sword wasn't controlled and was sent purely with bodily strength; changing its trajectory was more than enough to counter Fell's plan, and the virtual immortal was aware of that.

The tip of the swords made contact with each other. Sparks flew everywhere near their impact, and the sound of metal breaking into several parts was heard shortly after that.

"Looks like your attack was nothing more than a desperate last attempt…", the white clothed immortal sighed as he saw his flying sword turn Fell's weapon into bits.

But as he looked at Fell, he couldn't help but feel that something was off when he gazed at his eyes. Eyes that burned with battle intent; a look that shouldn't be on someone who lost all hope.

That made him execute a hand seal to order his sword to come back. But his attempt at protecting himself failed as he had noticed too late. And Fell had already a smug smile on his face that showed him he had been outsmarted.

The white clothed immortal felt fluctuations in the s.p.a.ce in front of him. A distressed look blemished his untainted face as he tried raising his arms to protect his vital organs.

A sharp and deadly sword intent appeared out of nowhere; Deep lashes and gashes appeared in the white clothed youth, and he took a step back due to the deadly force that a.s.saulted his body.

A pained grunt escaped from his throat as his eyes reddened. His white clothes turned red after a few moments, and his body sustained dozens of impacts as if he had faced Fell's broken sword with his own body.

Blood ticked down his lips as he looked at Fell with twitching eyes. "Looks like your hidden attack was too weak to finish me in one blow.", he exclaimed as a hideous grin appeared on his face. He tried moving his right hand to form a seal, but he found that he couldn't raise any of his fingers due to a slash on his tendons.

Thankfully, the fingers in his left hand were still capable of minute movements, and he began executing the seals to order his sword to attack.

Fell saw his action, and couldn't help but feel that he had been unlucky as the white clothed youth was nearly killed. The seal in his mind was in the midst of disappearing, and he had no weapon to protect himself against the deadly flying sword. He knew that the distance between him and the white clothed youth couldn't be crossed fast enough before the flying sword would be activated.

But as a last resort, he decided that he should still try as waiting for death wasn't part of his personality. His leg kicked the ground as he dashed toward the white clothed youth, and before he had even crossed half the distance that separated him with the virtual immortal, a buzzing sound resounded as a flying sword darted in his direction.

It pierced through the air while releasing a screeching sound that made it look like It was crying for its master's injuries.

Not knowing what to do, Fell continued advancing forward as he knew that a single well placed hit could end the virtual immortal's life. Although he had no sword, his limbs were more than enough to cut through flesh and bones. The action happened in an instant, but to Fell, it seemed as if time had slowed to a snail's pace.

He could see the fine particles of dust raise in the air every time his feet would hit the ground. The buzzing sound that came from the vibrating flying sword turned into a cacophonous h.e.l.l that made his head feel like it was going to explode. During this moment of hyper-focus, in the middle of life and death, an idea popped in his mind.

An idea that made him think that he actually had a sliver of hope to succeed. He braced himself and stepped forward with even more resolution to pa.s.s through this trial alive.

The flying sword appeared in his eyes as clear as day; he even saw the air split in front of it as it pierced through the air at an obnoxious speed. The sword appeared in front of him, and he only lacked a single step for the white robed man to enter his range of a.s.sault.

A crazed look appeared in his eyes as he thrust his palm viciously in the direction of the flying sword.

Without any surprise, the sword cut through his palm with ease, and continued through its path as it delved deeper into his arm. A horrendous pain a.s.saulted his flesh and bones, but he continued stepping forward without any pause in his movement.

A surprised expression appeared on the virtual immortal, and before he could even gasp for breath in front of the incredible scene, Fell clenched the palm where the sword had plunged deeply, and blocked the vicious weapon in an undying grasp.

Thud! He finished stepping forward with teeth clenched with utmost strength to resist the pain.