Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques Chapter 221: He Will Die (2)

Chapter 221: He Will Die (2)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Other disciples from various sects were also bewildered by Luo Mengcai’s surrender, feeling somewhat lost. However, many people soon regained their composure and, upon closer consideration, understood that Luo Mengcai’s concession was a last resort.

Luo Mengcai’s array of arrows resembled a spider’s web; if you couldn’t resist it, you were undoubtedly heading toward death. But if you had the ability to tear it apart directly, it was certain that the spider would be the one meeting its demise.

The disciples of the Primordial Sword Sect were filled with excitement as they had now reached the fourth position among the true transmission disciples of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect. This unprecedented achievement, even though in past years, the strongest disciples managed to secure the top three positions, those were disciples from other sects, unrelated to the Primordial Sword Sect.

And looking at Chen Fei’s current momentum, being in the top four, there was no way to halt his progress.

The elders from various sects, these experts in the cultivation realm, looked at Chen Fei with a hint of contemplation in their eyes. The other three sects envied the position, but the elders of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect remained relatively unchanged in their expressions.

Within the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, disciples like Chen Fei were naturally rare, but every few years, one or even several such talents would emerge.

“Bang!”

Suddenly, a figure landed on the martial arena, gazing intensely at Chen Fei with a touch of excitement in their expression.

“Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, Shen Tucang!”

Shen Tucang looked at Chen Fei and said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve encountered an opponent like you, someone who can let me clash head-on. 1 hope you won’t disappoint me!”

“Primordial Sword Sect, Chen Fei!”

Chen Fei cupped his hands, and information about Shen Tucang circulated in his mind – the second true transmission disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect.

“Are you ready?”

A sinister smile appeared on Shen Tucang’s face. Before the words had even fallen, he was already charging towards Chen Fei.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Like a giant advancing, every step Shen Tucang took caused the ground to tremble, an imposing aura spreading in all directions as if it aimed to obliterate everything blocking its path.

The Xuanwu Sword, an enduring and formidable legacy of the Immortal Cloud Sect. Similar to the Primordial Sect’s Zhongyuan Sword, it also manipulated gravity to suppress opponents.

However, what made the Xuanwu Sword even stronger was its ability to grant pract.i.tioners exceptional defensive power, something the Zhongyuan Sword lacked.

Chen Fei felt the pressure emanating from Shen Tucang and activated his Dragon Suppressing Elephant technique to its fullest.

Blood surged within his body, and if one were close enough to Chen Fei at this moment, they might even hear the surging sound of blood coursing through his veins.

Indeed, Shen Tucang was the strongest opponent Chen Fei had encountered in the Visceral Tempering realm so far. Even the first true transmission disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect, in Chen Fei’s estimation, possessed superior agility compared to Shen Tucang, which eventually led to Shen Tucang’s impatience and his eventual surrender.

In a direct confrontation, Shen Tucang could arguably be considered the strongest figure among the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect’s true transmission disciples. Even w.a.n.g Guiwu, when compared to Shen Tucang, probably couldn’t withstand more than a few strikes.

Chen Fei took a single step, arriving in front of Shen Tucang. He exerted his full strength with the Zhongyuan Sword, and a flash of black light streaked across the sky.

“Good timing!”

Shen Tucang laughed loudly, his ma.s.sive sword swinging down towards Chen Fei.

The sword’s friction with the air created a roar akin to that of a roaring beast. Faintly, it seemed as if a colossal mythical creature was howling to the sky, intimidating everything around.

“Boom!”

A tremendous explosion resounded as the Primordial Sword trembled slightly. Chen Fei felt a ma.s.sive force colliding into his body, as if this force intended to crush his internal organs.

However, this force was quickly suppressed by the Dragon Suppressing Elephant technique. Chen Fei’s figure didn’t halt; he swung his sword at Shen Tucang once again.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?”

Shen Tucang’s face was filled with excitement. The tremendous force generated from the clash of blades didn’t affect him at all. He had already raised his enormous sword and was slas.h.i.+ng towards Chen Fei.

“Boom!”

Another explosion echoed, the ground beneath them emitting sounds of strain. Cracks extended from their feet.

Chen Fei’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. The force behind Shen Tucang’s attack felt different; it had actually increased by a significant margin compared to before.

In an instant, as the Eternity Moment technique circulated, Chen Fei noticed strands of energy circulating on Shen Tucang’s body. Amidst this energy, there was a hint of black – the power of the Zhongyuan Sword.

Surprisingly, the Xuanwu Sword could borrow the opponent’s power and fuse it together, then direct it towards the enemy.

The more they fought, the stronger the technique became, as long as the body could withstand it. Each strike could grow stronger. The question was whether they would tear apart the opponent first or be torn apart by the energy first.

However, with the st.u.r.dy physique forged by the Xuanwu Sword, it was likely that the opponent would be the one torn apart first.

From all directions, a force pressed upon Chen Fei. Clearly, this was also the power of the Xuanwu Sword, making it impossible for the enemy to escape.

Unless one possessed truly exceptional agility, there was no escape.

Chen Fei’s agility was impressive, but to break free from this force required some time. And in that time, Shen Tucang’s sword was already descending. However, when had Chen Fei ever considered fleeing? In a head-on clash between peers, even with the Xuanwu Sword, Chen Fei was determined to break through and see the result!

“Buzz!”

The Thousand Origin Heart Locking Technique reached its peak, and the black on the blade of the Primordial Sword began to shrink and condense entirely onto its edge.

In the next moment, Chen Fei raised his sword.

“Clang!”

The sound of the blade’s grinding and slas.h.i.+ng reverberated explosively, as if it were about to pierce through eardrums. A hint of astonishment appeared in Shen Tucang’s eyes as the enormous sword in his hand was actually pushed back by a single strike from the Primordial Sword. Shen Tucang’s figure involuntarily took a step back.

Since mastering the Xuanwu Sword, it was the first time Shen Tucang had been pushed back in a frontal battle. Even the first disciple of the Immortal Cloud Sword Sect’s true transmission couldn’t achieve such a feat.

How did this disciple of the Primordial Sword Sect manage it?

“Come!”

Chen Fei uttered a low shout and closed the distance, catching up to Shen Tucang. He raised the Primordial Sword again and swung it down.

“Clang!”

Shen Tucang’s figure swayed, retreating half a step once more, but only half a step.

The Xuanwu Sword grew stronger with each exchange, as long as it wasn’t a strike that tore through his defense completely. Just pus.h.i.+ng him back like this would allow him to harness the energy, and eventually, he would retaliate.

Chen Fei’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. What a formidable technique – to exhibit the Zhongyuan Sword to this extent. While not unprecedented, the requirements were extremely demanding. Even so, with the aid of the Dragon Suppressing Elephant technique, he still couldn’t break through the Xuanwu Sword.

One might say, there’s always someone better?

No, even mountains can be shattered!

On the Zhongyuan Sword, the black substance extending along the blade continued to contract, converging towards the tip of the sword. A chilling aura gradually emanated from Chen Fei’s body.

Sensing Chen Fei’s change, Shen Tucang’s heart involuntarily contracted intensely.

Chen Fei gazed at the black substance at the tip of the Primordial Sword, hesitated for a moment, then dispersed the black substance, restoring it to the edge of the blade.

Otherwise, if this strike were to land, Shen Tucang would likely meet his end!