Chapter 1177: Chapter 1175: The Wind Sword Way at Eleven Percent Mid Stage_1
"This is something I encountered before; it should suit you,"
Having seen Shi Xiaole make a move, the Flying Snow Sword Emperor naturally knew that he had comprehended the Wind Sword Way. Moreover, it was obvious that the level of the Wind path did not match that of the Sword path.
If he could perceive the Wind path here, it would be beneficial for Shi Xiaole. As for how long it would take or whether he would succeed, that was beyond the Flying Snow Sword Emperor’s control.
"Predecessor, thank you very much!"
Because of his speculation, Shi Xiaole felt not only gratitude towards the Flying Snow Sword Emperor but also an ineffable closeness. This sense of closeness, observed by the Flying Snow Sword Emperor, caused a slight stir in his eyes, but he said nothing more.
After half a day’s recuperation, Shi Xiaole had recovered over seventy percent from his serious injuries and did not hesitate to rush into the Prairie Storm.
Whoosh!
As soon as he entered, the first thing Shi Xiaole felt was pain.
The wind that blew in his face did not feel like wind, but like bone-carving steel knives, carrying infinite mighty power. If a regular Heavenly Realm Martial Emperor were to enter, they’d likely be blown into flying ash instantly.
Activating the Wind Sword Way, Shi Xiaole was like a divine sword, continuously moving closer to the center of the storm. Along the way, he observed three martial artists sitting cross-legged. Sensing the disturbance, they all opened their eyes.
"Kid, get out,"
a male in brown robes commanded coldly.
"Hehe, we just worked hard together to kill the Martial Arts Light Body, and I didn’t expect someone to come in and reap the rewards so soon,"
an old woman with a face full of pockmarks said, her expression dark.
The last person glanced towards the periphery of the storm, where the Flying Snow Sword Emperor had not yet left, and snorted without saying a word.
Others might not recognize the Flying Snow Sword Emperor, but he, due to a past accident, knew of the other’s existence and that his strength was frighteningly powerful.
Shi Xiaole had come with the Flying Snow Sword Emperor. He wasn’t foolish enough to seek trouble. Well, let those two rush to their deaths. With one entering and another exiting, it would mean one less person, which worked even better for him.
Seeing that Shi Xiaole ignored them, both the brown-robed man and the old crone grew angry.
None who could comprehend in such an environment were mediocre. In fact, both of them were experts from the same era as the Purple Jade Great Emperor and were not to be looked down upon.
Wielding a mace, the brown-robed man swung his arm forcefully. The mace harnessed the power of the storm, swiftly surrounding Shi Xiaole from all directions.
The old woman’s weapon was a pair of extremely rare cymbals. Without any visible activation, the cymbals split into four pieces, trailing long tails of storm, like four heavenly blades slashing at everything, they headed straight for Shi Xiaole.
"They are both masters who have acquired the essence of the Wind Martial Way. Their realms are higher than mine,"
Shi Xiaole remarked, as only a true expert would recognize another’s capability at a glance.
The Wind Martial Way of the brown-robed man and the old crone was not pure; the former leaned towards destruction, the latter towards speed, but both were infinitely close to the peak of twelve percent. The power they displayed in the storm would be stronger than under normal circumstances.
With a light lifting of his right hand, the sword light flashed, and with two clangs, two pieces of the cymbals were sent flying by Shi Xiaole. Then, the Sword Qi circled back, sending the remaining two pieces to follow the fate of their predecessors.
However, due to his unhealed injuries and the fact that his Wind Sword Way was not as proficient as his opponents’, Shi Xiaole also retreated a distance, which conveniently allowed him to avoid the brown-robed man’s attack.
"Hmph!"
The old woman’s face changed. Outside the land of Fate, she had seen Shi Xiaole make a move but hadn’t taken him seriously. She was surprised that he had more tricks up his sleeve.
With pride surging, the old woman frantically drove the cymbals towards Shi Xiaole. They moved so fast that they almost formed a series of copper shadows. As soon as one series of shadows was erased by the storm, another series was born.
"Prairie Wave Thousand Fold!"
The brown-robed man also felt he had lost face. He spun his mace to create thousands of layers of energy, using the storm to push them towards Shi Xiaole and block his retreat.
The sword’s momentum continued to rise, and before the two attackers could strike, Shi Xiaole had already swung his sword. This sword gave off an unavoidable feeling, piercing through the cymbals and energy, striking at the old crone.
It was the world’s best offensive move, "Destruction of All."
"What?"
The old woman hastily raised her hand to counter, and with a loud boom, she was sent flying back, blood dripping from her palm.
Shi Xiaole was also sent flying by the attacks of the two, blood oozing from his nose and mouth, but as he fell back, he quickly unleashed a "Destruction of All" at the man in brown.
After several rounds of fighting, the man in brown and the old crone were shocked to find that they were unable to subdue Shi Xiaole even by joining forces; instead, they were gradually losing ground to him.
Knowing they could not continue the fight, the man in brown took the initiative to retreat, charging towards the other end of the storm’s center. Seeing this, the old crone, grinding her teeth in hatred, had no choice but to leave the place, knowing she definitely couldn’t stop Shi Xiaole in a one-on-one fight.
Shi Xiaole concealed the coldness in his eyes.
Now was not the time for settling scores, as two figures were still comprehending at the heart of the storm, absorbing the essence of the Wind Martial Way at all times; he couldn’t delay any longer.
Bursting into the center of the storm, it seemed that both were at a critical juncture, neither paying any attention to Shi Xiaole. He focused his mind and quickly entered a state of comprehension.
"This kid must be tired of living, daring to snatch food from the tiger’s mouth!"
"Heh heh, courting death."
The man in brown and the old crone laughed from a distance.
The two in the storm’s center were infamous figures of the Devil Path; however, times had changed, and few were aware of this now. Once the two finished their comprehension, it would spell death for Shi Xiaole!
The storm was still raging.
However, observant people could notice that the intensity of the storm was steadily weakening, as strands of essence were being continually absorbed into the bodies of the three in the storm’s center, particularly the one clad in green.
If the essence of the wind absorbed by the other two could be considered as small streams, then what the figure in green was absorbing was like a surging river, beyond compare.
As for the three on the periphery, they could only be compared to ditch water, not worth mentioning.
"His perception is beyond expectations."
The Flying Snow Sword Emperor, having witnessed everything, revealed a look of astonishment.
His own perception was already high, but compared to Shi Xiaole, it was clearly lacking by more than just a notch. The opponent’s perception was the best he had seen in his life, no, perhaps there was one other person.
In the Flying Snow Sword Emperor’s mind, the vague image of a figure flickered. These days, mysterious snippets kept flashing before his eyes; the blurred figure within them bore a strong resemblance to Shi Xiaole, yet he felt it wasn’t the same person.
Whoosh!
If Shi Xiaole’s Wind Sword Way were to be analyzed, his Sword Qi level might have surpassed 110%, while his mastery of the wind was at most 100%. But at this moment, having absorbed a sufficient amount of essence of the wind, coupled with his previous accumulation, his mastery of the wind began to climb.
Mid 100%.
Late 100%.
The pinnacle of 100%.
...
In the midst of a colossal sound only Shi Xiaole could hear, the originally semi-transparent, blue-tinged small sword floating in his sea of consciousness suddenly turned even bluer, brighter, and more transparent, with invisible blades of wind circulating around it.
At this moment, the Wind Sword Way broke through to the mid-level of 110%.
But this wasn’t the end. Because Shi Xiaole’s sword realm was too advanced, with the qualitative change in the Wind Way, the enhancement of the Wind Sword Way was unstoppable.
In just half a quarter of an hour.
Wind Sword Way advanced from the mid 110% to late 110%, which was equivalent to the peak of 120% in top-level Martial Arts. At this moment, Shi Xiaole’s martial realm was no longer inferior to that of any unparalleled expert!
Meanwhile, in the storm’s center of the outside world.
One of the two meditating figures opened their eyes, casting a chilling gaze towards Shi Xiaole.
"Damnable creature, if not for you, my Charm Wind Martial Way after the breakthrough would have been stronger, die!"
The Demon Charm Ancestor, filled with venom, channeled her power to its utmost, sending a harsh palm strike towards Shi Xiaole with a quality glove.
"Hahahaha..."
The man in brown, witnessing this scene from afar, laughed wildly in his heart. Let you break through, no matter how fierce your breakthrough, what does it matter.
