Yang Tiansheng’s reminder was very timely.
As soon as Yang Ge heard that his opponent’s long saber was a Divine Weapon listed on the weapon rankings, he immediately abandoned the idea of engaging in close-quarters combat with his adversary...
His saber skills had not yet reached the supreme realm of "The mind harbors the saber, yet the hand holds no saber"; Should his long saber truly be cut in the midst of fierce battle, he feared he wouldn’t even know how he died.
And "Life-Seeking Yama" Duan Yu, the moment Yang Ge spat out the words "time to collect interest", had already become furiously enraged!
Since when did a junior swordsman from the martial world have the right to talk about "collecting interest" in front of me, Duan Yu?
"Bang."
A sword Qi of more than ten meters in length, shimmering like a tangible entity, slashed through the wall where Yang Ge had been standing, sending bricks and tiles flying through the air.
Yang Ge, leaping into the air, retaliated with a slash called "Frost Blade Draw", cutting through the air with a similarly bright sword Qi over ten meters long, targeting Duan Yu, who stood above the gate of the Jujing Gang.
Duan Yu remained motionless, casually swinging his saber in an upward stroke, his overwhelming saber Qi shattering Yang Ge’s attack. The residual force exploded mid-air, creating a dazzling ripple of light.
Yang Ge flew back to another section of the wall, exhaling a turbid breath lightly... Truly worthy of the title "Saber Expert"; such vigorous and brisk Sword Qi, unlike any he had seen before!
Duan Yu, wielding his saber and pointing at Yang Ge, roared wildly with disheveled hair and beard: "Come again!"
"Tch!"
Yang Ge spit into his palm, regripped his broad-headed large saber, and took a deep breath.
This was a challenge.
It was also an opportunity!
He leaped up, True Qi surging around him: "Proud Frost!"
Duan Yu narrowed his eyes sharply, switching from one hand to two on his saber, his aura massively intensifying in a moment before swiftly contracting, culminating in a devastating slash: "Heaven Slayer!"
The luminous saber Qi soared to the heavens, seemingly endless, sweeping through all in its path with an unstoppable fury that seemed to scream "Though the sky has no handle, and the earth no ring, my rebellion knows no bounds."
The will of the heavenly saber that kills to protect life.
Meeting the invincible saber intent that cleaves through all resistance.
The two forces of saber Qi met, creating a brief but intense moment of stasis as though they were tangible objects colliding.
"Boom!"
Both saber Qis were annihilated, and the terrifying aftermath shattered large swathes of bricks and slabs, which burst upwards like splashing water.
Yang Ge, launching an attack in mid-air, was shoved several meters upward by the backlash, gracefully dispelling the force.
Meanwhile, an overconfident Duan Yu saw the Jujing Gang’s gate beneath him shattered to pieces, and like a whack-a-mole, he became embedded in the rubble.
Through the thick dust cloud, Yang Ge descended with overwhelming power, wildly hacking with his saber into the dust.
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Duan Yu forcefully shattered the ruins burying him and met the attack with his own saber.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The two of them moved swiftly through the dust, fighting at breakneck speed. Their unrestrained saber Qis, like cascades of water, flailed in all directions, grinding the bricks and ruins into dust.
Amidst the shaking ground in the dust cloud, it hardly seemed like a battle between two human figures, but rather like a clash of primordial behemoths.
Those onlookers, fascinated yet forced to retreat again and again, couldn’t help but itch with curiosity.
"Is this the world of the mighty?"
"Is this what a duel between swordsmen looks like?"
"Got a glimpse, got a glimpse."
"Learned something, learned something."
The ongoing fierce battles between the three pairs of major figures returning to truth.
Let’s not mention the fight between Li Changjiang and Dong Ping, as that was just like a father beating his son.
Dong Ping dared not face Li Changjiang head-on and was chased around like a large grasshopper, with Li Changjiang seemingly swatting at flies.
It was clear to anyone with eyes that Dong Ping was biding his time.
At the same time, Li Changjiang’s condition... was indeed not good.
The duel between the swordsmen Yang Yinghao and Liu Changfeng, on the other hand, was a completely different matter.
The battle between the swordsmen resembled a dance of butterflies, elegant and carefree movements with intricate and graceful swordplay. The difference in their skill was contained within the three inches of the sword edges!
If it weren’t for the occasional leakage of Sword Qi that tore through bricks and floorboards, shattering doors, windows, and beams, one might have thought these two renowned swordsmen were merely practicing with each other!
Only the clash between the swordsmen Zhang Mazi and Duan Yu was truly ferocious, with each stroke carrying the weight of a thousand catties and their saber Qis cutting horizontally and vertically, causing walls to collapse and the ground to crack.
To those spectators whose own martial arts cultivation was not fully developed, it was almost impossible to discern the refinement of the two swordsmen’s skills. It seemed their fierce battle was more akin to two brawny men with no knowledge of martial arts tearing at each other.
The collision between the two swordsmen within the growing cloud of dust became increasingly muffled and intense, with outsiders completely unaware of how many blows had been exchanged inside.
"Earth Slayer!"
After an indeterminate amount of time, a ferocious roar was heard, followed by a blood-red saber Qi bursting forth.
On either side of the crimson saber Qi, a figure leaped out as high as a flea, clearing the bloody saber Qi and jumping out of the dust.
"Bang."
The blood-red saber Qi slammed heavily onto the ground, leaving a crevice in the hard stone pavement about three yards long and two feet wide, enough to swallow a grown man.
The figure that emerged from the dust was Yang Ge.
On his face was only a black iron half-mask; the suit of Nine Tubes had flown off to who knows where long ago, and his clothes were shredded like a patchwork. On his chest were several cuts over an inch long, which were relentlessly bleeding.
"Tch!"
He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a sneer, glanced at the half-broken broad-headed large saber in his hand, and casually threw it away.