"Then here I come!"
Yang Ge said with a smile, his tone light and even had a hint of joking that friends might share.
Yet such casual words instantly raised Xiang Wudi’s anxiety to his throat... as if facing a formidable enemy!
Without further ado, he widened his stance and prepared his spear, assuming a defensive posture that was ready for any change.
Yang Ge took a deep breath, and his True Qi surged as he willed, a faint golden glow emanating from his body, dispersing the rain...
Watching from the river, Yang Tiansheng excitedly patted Li Jincheng on the shoulder, "The kid’s about to make a serious move!"
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Li Jincheng stared unblinkingly at the confrontation atop the riverbank, not daring to so much as blink, afraid to miss anything.
Seeing this, the onlookers surrounding the riverbank also retreated several yards in unison, afraid of being unintended victims...
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yang Ge gently closed his eyes. In an instant, the thunderous battle cries of Nansha Bay rang in his ears again, and those fervent faces reappeared before him. The vivid blood, the shimmering blades... The scenes nearby and in the distance raced through his mind like a carousel, eventually settling on a sunlit beach blooming with red spider lilies.
He slowly exhaled, opened his eyes, stepped forward, swung his saber with a motion that appeared both light and heavy, the energy of the saber was concealed, not revealed. To the onlookers, it seemed like a very ordinary move, not at all matching the grand build-up.
But for Xiang Wudi, standing before Yang Ge, it all seemed like a blur, like thousands of cavalry charging forward as if they were ready to die in battle. The momentous and tragic intensity felt like Mount Tai bearing down, suffocating...
No!
It wasn’t an illusion!
Xiang Wudi suddenly widened his eyes, clearly seeing the rain curtain before Yang Ge disperse, not a single drop in sight.
That shivering sensation of an oncoming army broke through Xiang Wudi’s mental defenses in an instant.
But his will didn’t collapse under this terrifying pressure. Rather, it rebounded like hitting rock bottom, and a fierce determination surged, leading to an unhesitant combined man and spear attack.
His spear moved like a red-tasseled Green Dragon probing with its claws.
The Cold Moon Saber cut down with the force to split Mount Hua, looping around the spearhead and spilling energy to either side.
"Clang..."
The trembling sound of metal on metal was as loud as muffled thunder, resonating for miles!
A second later, a huge "boom" was heard.
The sturdy stone river embankment between the fighters cracked open – one end splitting with a foot-wide crack stretching several yards, the other breaking into the river and causing a ten-meter wide surface to burst apart suddenly, throwing up waves several meters high.
In the face of this nearly divine strike, all the onlookers had their pupils shaking in shock, their jaws dropped, and they forgot to close them...
Yang Tiansheng and Li Jincheng on the river almost capsized from the taller-than-average waves and didn’t care, their gazes locked on the two fighters on shore, muttering to themselves in disbelief.
Time seemed to slow down at that moment, every second drew out endlessly.
It was unclear how much time passed, but then a "ding" was heard as Xiang Wudi’s spearhead lightly touched the ground, bounced off the edge of the crack, and rolled into it...
Xiang Wudi suddenly exhaled deeply, and his pores released a great deal of steam.
He looked at Yang Ge incredulously and asked, "Is this the ’half-move’ you were talking about?"
Yang Ge nodded, "Indeed, it was only half a move."
This move he had comprehended from the battle at Nansha Bay embodied the essence of "everyone has to die, some may weigh more than Mount Tai, others lighter than a feather."
Heavier than Mount Tai... he had already achieved it.
Lighter than a feather remained for him to attain.
Xiang Wudi looked incredulous, "You wouldn’t lie to a child, would you?"
Yang Ge didn’t answer but slowly sheathed his saber, "Was that move you just made ’Overlord’s Armour Removal’?"
Xiang Wudi nodded.
Yang Ge patted him on the shoulder, "Your spear technique is about to reach a higher level."
Xiang Wudi was stunned for a moment, then realized that Yang Erlang’s level was far above his own...not by just one layer!
Seeing that he understood, Yang Ge pointed at the crack beneath their feet, "You chose the place, so find someone to fix the embankment yourself. Don’t trouble others."
Xiang Wudi nodded earnestly, "I’ll personally oversee the embankment repair and apologize to the locals."
"That’s good."
Yang Ge nodded, jumped down to the river surface, and skimmed toward the skiff, "I take my leave, let’s meet again in the future."
Xiang Wudi, leaning on an iron rod, slowly stood upright, watching Yang Ge’s figure disappearing in the distance, and shouted, "Our feud ends here!"
He knew full well that if Yang Erlang hadn’t diverted his saber in time to dissipate the energy sideways, what would have torn apart wasn’t just the embankment and the river surface...
Regardless of whether his clan would continue to pursue Yang Erlang, Xiang Wudi no longer had the face to seek revenge himself.
Hearing Xiang Wudi’s shout, Yang Ge, who had just landed in the skiff, turned and waved back at him.
Seeing this, the onlookers also paid their respects and called out in unison, "Farewell, Second Master!"
Yang Ge, in turn, saluted them...
The skiff, carrying three flashy youths with red paper umbrellas, cut through the waves and faded into the distance.
Yet the onlookers on the riverbank didn’t disperse; they continued to talk enthusiastically among themselves.
"Second Master’s martial arts skills are nearly on par with the ’Quanzhen Sword Immortal’ Li Qing, right?"
"Even if there is still a gap, it must be very small. I guess even Li wouldn’t be confident in his victory against Second Master after seeing that strike."