With the Blade

Chapter 298: Chapter 249: Battle

At the same time, Yin Ren Wuzhao, who was engrossed in his books, suddenly pulled out a spiritual turtle shell.

Although to deduce what was left in these books, he needed divination to clarify directionality, this sudden move even made him pause in surprise.

"Too early."

Yin Ren Wuzhao furrowed his brows slightly.

"Could it be that something happened that I’m unaware of?"

Thinking this, Yin Ren Wuzhao drew the broadsword decorated with a phoenix bird.

Under the scorching gray-black flames, cracks soon appeared on the turtle shell, and upon seeing these cracks, Yin Ren Wuzhao’s brows furrowed even more tightly.

"The portent of battle, do I want to fight with someone today?"

The result of the divination may not be completely accurate, but the interpretation of it reflected the feelings in his heart—clearly, even he felt that he might engage in a battle today.

He who could battle him wouldn’t be mediocre. When he hadn’t yet undergone disintegration in the past, he could confirm who the opponent would be beforehand, but now, since it wasn’t his own body he was using, both his strength and perception were greatly diminished. Right now, he couldn’t even perceive which master entered the city, not to mention the identity of the opponent.

The mismatch of this mighty power with the body confused his judgment, directly causing him to lose the sense of danger.

However, it’s not a big deal.

To him as a Yin Ren, these seemingly important pre-battle details weren’t really that significant.

No matter who it is, just fight, isn’t it?

Thinking this, Yin Ren Wuzhao had already drawn his sword.

Immediately afterward, his entire body smashed through the roof, soaring into the sky.

"Who wants to kill me!"

High in the sky, Yin Ren Wuzhao looked down over the vast Dengzhou City.

"If you want to make a move, then do it yourself!"

...

In Dengzhou City, silence reigned.

Perhaps because people were stunned, or maybe because Yin Ren Wuzhao was standing exceedingly high up.

At this moment, he couldn’t hear any sound that could be regarded as a challenge.

"...Indeed."

Yin Ren Wuzhao gently shook his head.

Even without having returned to his full form, he was far too powerful for these ordinary people, who couldn’t do anything more than challenge him, not to mention flying up to meet him face-to-face.

This made him nostalgic for the past.

He originally thought, as long as he crossed the river of time, as long as he arrived in the future after a thousand years, he would find an opponent that could satisfy him, allowing him to glimpse further opportunities, but now it seemed, this was nothing more than wishful thinking.

Who said the future would definitely be stronger than the past, who said the newcomers would necessarily surpass the old-timers?

Perhaps only the remnants left by those Hao people might offer him some surprise.

Or perhaps, even those Hao people couldn’t...

"Hmm?"

Yin Ren Wuzhao’s gaze suddenly fixed.

It was because a blazing fiery blade was slicing through the sky, coming straight toward him.

That scorching blade, that searing heat, was almost like it was shouting at him.

"I come to battle you!"

Roar——

Yin Ren Wuzhao’s figure was instantly engulfed in flames.

"Flying so high, courting death?"

Seeing the flame in midair falling to the cloud, Du Chengfeng showed no relief or delight but instead flew swiftly toward the distant falling point.

This was not just to retrieve his broadsword, but also because he had long confirmed that this level of attack couldn’t possibly kill that self-proclaimed Yin Ren monster.

After all, even he himself wouldn’t die from such an attack.

"So wonderful..."

Racing over the rooftop, Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but exclaim.

He had imagined countless times what he might feel if he met Yin Ren Wuzhao again: Would it be fighting spirit? Anger? Anxiety facing a formidable opponent? Or hatred towards a villain? Or possibly, instinctive fear in the face of danger?

But until this moment, Du Chengfeng realized, it was none of those.

He felt joy in his heart.

Pure joy, without any impurities.

"Being able to fight a strong opponent like you, being able to fully display my skills... I am truly delighted."

Under this joy, even victory or defeat seemed to have become less important. At this moment, he finally found this opponent that could bring out his full strength.

Perhaps this joy was completely different from the old him, even starkly different from his original dream, but he couldn’t deny this feeling, for he was incredibly happy at this moment.

Like a child finally finding the right toy.

Even if this toy was so deadly.

"Don’t disappoint me... Don’t you dare disappoint me."

Watching the flames in the sky fall not far away, the joy in Du Chengfeng’s heart became increasingly manifest.

"Let me see your skills... Let me see!"

Roar——

Nearby, the initially scorching flames exploded once again.

Only this time, the flames that exploded were gray and black.

Even making Du Chengfeng feel somewhat familiar.

"What, don’t recognize me?"

The broadsword engraved with a phoenix bird split the flames.

And the figure of that Jianghu Swordsman stepped out of the flames.

"I should have realized long ago, from the day we met, our destinies were already intertwined... But for you to actually appear before me, this is indeed interesting, it saves me the trouble of going to find you directly."

"Looking for me for what? To acknowledge your father?"

Du Chengfeng extended his hand, and his blazing broadsword that was embedded at a distance had already returned to his hand.

"Seems you finally understood the need to fulfill filial duties to your father."

"If you have strength, you should cultivate more verbal morality, rather than being foul-mouthed. Such underhanded tactics only expose your weakness."

Saying this, the Jianghu Swordsman drew out the Greatsword from his back again.

The sight of the figure with the sword and saber made Du Chengfeng’s brow furrow tightly.

Pure joy gradually turned into anger, and at this moment, Du Chengfeng recalled some things.

"It was you? You’re the one who laid hands on my old brother?"

"Which one are you asking about?"

Yin Ren Wuzhao lifted his head in confusion.

"If you’re asking about the people I’ve killed... that number is too high, who would keep track of such things, can you give a hint?"

In response, only the whistling sword edge rushed past.

The Bladeless Sword emerged from the ground, accurately targeting the steel hairpin on Yin Ren Wuzhao’s head in a soundless assassination, containing extreme anger—but this must-kill strike was still deflected by the Skeleton Greatsword, its feather-composed broad blade surprisingly solid like a shield at that moment.

"Right, now that’s a proper taunt."

With a raised hand, he slapped away the Bladeless Sword that no one was wielding, as Yin Ren Wuzhao flew towards him.

"Your flaws too big... Hmm?"

Just as Yin Ren Wuzhao was about to swing down his blade, another Brass Magic Sword stealthily and insidiously flew at him.