"Zhang Mazi, take this!"
From a distance, Yang Tiansheng saw the situation, quickly pulled out his subordinate’s saber, and hurled it at Yang Ge.
Without even turning his head, Yang Ge reached out and firmly caught the flying steel saber.
Just then, a cool breeze whisked by...
Emerging from the dust, equally tattered in his attire, Duan Yu, with blood-shot eyes and dragging his slender, shining silver longsword, took labored step after step towards Yang Ge.
A fierce and brutal killing intent enveloped him like dark clouds covering the sky, slowly casting a shadow over Yang Ge with each step he took.
Yang Ge glanced at him, swiftly retracting his aura as if he were a reef standing steadfast amidst the tsunami-like fierce killing intent.
"Very good!"
Duan Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring fixedly at Yang Ge with a hoarse, rasping laugh, "Since the perfection of my sword technique, you are the first swordsman capable of forcing me to use my murderous three strikes!"
"Murderous three strikes?"
Yang Ge closely recalled the two previous strikes, lightly smiling, "To be honest... mediocre!"
The feeling those two strikes gave him... intense sword intent, full of emotion.
But the substance was hollow!
It was like a poor artist who had never seen the vast ocean, trying to draw a surging waves scene from imagination.
As a result, while the waves were high, they lacked the power and terror that true raging waves should possess!
Perhaps he hasn’t read enough books yet...
"Mediocre?"
Duan Yu’s eyes widened furiously, as if recalling some unbearable memories, his face contorted with bulging veins as he bellowed, "Who do you think you are to judge my sword technique?"
"Don’t you still have one strike left?"
Yang Ge replied with a faint smile, "As it turns out, I too have one strike."
"Qualified or not, we’ll see under the sword!"
Duan Yu laughed, his eyes betraying a hint of madness, "Fine, this strike will decide not only superiority but also life and death!"
Yang Ge nodded, "If you die, I’ll collect your body for you."
Duan Yu nodded, "If I die, you will be the new sword master!"
Yang Ge stood with his sword in both hands, "Please!"
Duan Yu stood with his sword in both hands, "Please!"
Yang Ge spread his legs into a horse stance, grasped the steel saber with both hands, and slowly inhaled.
Duan Yu stood with an irregular stance, taking a deep breath and then slowly exhaling, as his True Qi gradually dispersed with his breath, enveloping him like the thin mist of an early morning.
"Clang..."
Before either had moved, both swords simultaneously emitted a clear ring.
Seeing this, both Li Changjiang, who had just run Dong Ping through with a spear, and Yang Yinghao, who was still undecided in his fight with Liu Changfeng, ceased their own battles to watch this unfold.
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But such a collision between two generations of peerless swordsmen, potentially heralding a transition between the old and the new "sword master,"...
Was a rarity seen once in a century!
At this moment, the river of time seemed to slow its flow.
What was merely a few moments felt like it lasted several hours.
"Heh..."
As Yang Ge transitioned from inhalation to exhalation, something seemed to amuse him, eliciting a soft chuckle.
In an instant, both swords were raised.
"Self-slaughter!"
Duan Yu let out a sky-piercing roar as he viciously swung his sword down, channeling his strength into a surge of crimson sword energy that billowed forth, wrapped in an ominous Evil Qi that wailed like tormented souls.
Meanwhile, Yang Ge’s stroke was but a light flourish, swift and fluid like the drifting clouds and flowing water, even possessing an elegant grace.
Last time, neither Yang Tiansheng nor Yang Yinghao had been able to see how Yang Ge delivered his stroke.
This time, they saw it clearly...
It was a blade energy bright as the moonlit snow.
Extremely thin, as fine as a thread.
Extremely bright, so dazzling that it could not be looked at directly.
Then there was this slender line, seemingly fragile enough to snap on its own, yet it split that frenzied crimson blade energy in two with a single cut, sweeping past Duan Yu’s upper body as gently as a light breeze.
"Boom."
The crimson energy crashed down heavily on either side of Yang Ge, tearing open the earth, leaving two deep trenches swirling with dark Qi.
The violent tremors shook Yang Ge’s horse stance, and he toppled forward, instinctively propping his steel saber on the ground, trying to steady himself.
But the moment the saber touched the ground, it shattered into pieces.
Yang Ge, having nothing to brace himself on, awkwardly knelt down on one knee, blood flowing from his nose and mouth once more.
"Yang Tiansheng, Yang Tiansheng..."
He covered his face, mumbling unclearly, "What kind of garbage sabers are these that your family makes? They are so unreliable!"
Yang Tiansheng, who was still absorbed in the charm of Yang Ge’s last cut, hadn’t heard his grumbling at all.
On the other side, Duan Yu, having finally come to his senses, his eyes blazed with a brilliant light as if he had seen a peerless beauty.
Then he smiled and tossed his sword: "This blade of mine is good, I gift it to you!"
"Clang."
The Cold Moon treasure saber landed in front of Yang Ge, smoothly sliding into the bluestone as effortlessly as a knife through tofu.
Looking up, Yang Ge saw through the Cold Moon treasure sword Duan Yu’s neck spraying a fine mist of blood, and his body stiffly falling backward, hitting the ground and breaking in two.
He opened his mouth, attempting to speak.
But he spat out another mouthful of blood, and lifting his head with effort, he cried out, "Yang Tiansheng, Yang Tiansheng, where’s your medicine..."
Suddenly coming to his senses, Yang Tiansheng rushed out of the crowd, "I’m here, I’m here. Hang in there, don’t die!"
"The younger generations are indeed fearsome, truly fearsome!"
Liu Changfeng, finally regaining his wits, stroked his beard and spoke with mixed emotions.
"Pfft."
A gleaming golden sword, swift and precise as a venomous snake striking, pierced through his heart. Liu Changfeng’s eyes froze, and he looked up incredulously at Yang Yinghao opposite him: "You..."
Yang Yinghao exhaled a breath of turbid air and pushed with his hand: "Knowing the younger generation is formidable, why not make way for them sooner?"
Liu Changfeng collapsed heavily to the ground, still mumbling in disbelief, "No respect for martial arts..."
Yang Yinghao sneered, "You dare to be distracted while clashing with me, who else should die if not you?"
"Father (Master)!"
The retinue from Yunmeng Villa who had accompanied him were all enraged and rushed forward, drawing their weapons to attack.
On the other side, those from Lianhuan Fort who had been watching the fight for quite some time, such as Li Jincheng and his men, also drew their swords and charged forward: "Kill these bastards!"
The scene immediately turned into chaos. The onlookers who had their fill of the spectacle started scrambling away, their hearts still pounding with excitement, thinking that they would have to find a new place to discuss the day’s events in detail. This was thrilling, so damn thrilling!
Yang Yinghao, amidst the turmoil of battle, nonchalantly sheathed his sword and stepped back into the shadows: "From now on, in the Jianghuai area, there will only be one sword, ’Sun-eclipsing Sword’ of the Yang Family!"
On the other side, Yang Tiansheng reached Yang Ge’s side, just about to retrieve the small silver bottle from his waist when he saw a sudden blur in front of him, and a fair, delicate hand pushed his small silver bottle back at him: "I have something even better here!"
He looked up blankly, exclaiming, "Holy shit," and said in disbelief, "How are you here?"
The newcomer snorted, "Why can’t I be here?"
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his robe, uncorked it, and handed it to Yang Ge: "This is the ’Six Gods Qi-replenishing Elixir’ made secretly by the imperial household, take two pills."
Yang Ge, shaking his head, pushed back the porcelain bottle and fumblingly took the small silver bottle from Yang Tiansheng’s hand, biting open the cork, removed his mask, and poured it into his mouth.
Seeing this, the newcomer took back the porcelain bottle with a sarcastic remark, "What, you are guarding against me?"
Yang Ge rolled his eyes and mumbled unclearly, "What do you think?"
Yang Tiansheng, holding onto the shaky Yang Ge, warily eyed the beardless eunuch in front of him: "Have you been with us all along?"
Yang Ge replied, "All the way here."
The newcomer folded his arms and "tsk tsk tsk" sized up the bloodied Yang Ge: "Was it worth it?"
Yang Ge leaned on Yang Tiansheng, weak but resolute in his reply, "A life for a life."
The newcomer looked back towards where Duan Yu had been split in two, with a mixture of sorrow and admiration, he said, "Congratulations, ’Saber Master’ Zhang Mazi!"