"Clang!"
Yang Ge’s Cold Moon Blade in his hand precisely parried the samurai’s katana as if it had eyes, and with a quick lunge, he slashed towards the swordsman’s wrist holding the blade.
The swordsman rolled away with the momentum of Yang Ge’s blade, then turned back and sliced towards Yang Ge’s feet.
Yang Ge stepped back and swung his blade to parry the katana.
The swordsman leaped forward like a monkey, shaking his hand to release a brilliant burst of blade light, rapidly advancing close to the ground while aiming his sword at the several vital points below Yang Ge’s waist.
Yang Ge continued to retreat, constantly swinging his blade to block the light and swift strikes that felt like a breeze brushing through the forest.
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In such a fight, quick against quick in close quarters didn’t seem as grand as clashes of sword energies from thirty or forty meters apart, but the danger involved was actually far greater, testing the fundamental skills of the swordsman intensely.
"Rip."
In their exchange of more than thirty blows, Yang Ge had missed one, allowing the slender katana to cut through the hem of his robe, the blade grazing the inside of his thigh.
Feeling a chill on the inside of his right leg, Yang Ge did not even think before he pulled his legs back, leaped up, and swung his blade horizontally, sending forth a formidable surge of blade energy.
The swordsman chased after him and leaped up, slicing through the blade energy with a shout of "Hi!" and aimed directly at Yang Ge behind it.
Yang Ge held his sword across his chest, his upper body tactically leaning back, the edge of the katana grazing the Cold Moon Blade and passing just above his face, cutting off a lock of Yang Ge’s hair.
"Bang."
Their legs collided fiercely in mid-air, and Yang Ge, staggered by the force, fell backward from the sky, leaving the triumphant swordsman to raise his blade overhead and strike down with a cry of "Hasei!"
He attempted to replicate the scene where Yang Ge had just slain a burly Dongying expert!
"Bang."
Yang Ge, using his skill "Heavier than Mount Tai", forcefully landed despite the surging blood shaken within him, and mustering his strength, he struck upwards with his blade shouting, "Heavier than Mount Tai!"
The Cold Moon Blade collided harshly with the downward-striking katana, and in the clashing blades, the two exchanged glances, each seeing the ferocious intent hidden like an undercurrent beneath the other’s cold gaze.
"Bang."
The tremendous residual force exploded around them, lifting several waves of air three or four yards high.
The force went downward rather than upward.
With this move, Yang Ge was ultimately one step behind.
"Spurt."
Yang Ge spat a mouthful of blood which made the swordsman blink unconsciously.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Ge, exhaling the blood congestion from his chest, relaxed his entire body and spun his blade, retreating from beneath the swordsman.
The unsuspecting swordsman, falling downwards, instinctively kicked towards Yang Ge’s chest, but collided with Yang Ge’s right leg swinging in.
"Bang!"
The long-prepared Chaotic Wind Leg dispersed the force on the swordsman’s leg, causing the swordsman’s body to sway and his katana, guarding his centerline, to tilt, revealing a slight opening.
Yang Ge seized this sliver of vulnerability, swinging his blade and unleashed a flurry of wild blade energy, employing the same tactic of speed against speed.
Differently, the swordsman’s blade was insidious and grim, while Yang Ge’s was forceful and domineering, powered further by the momentum of the Chaotic Wind Leg, striking fiercely with each swing, each one not necessarily faster, but surely forceful than the last.
Chukahara Bukitsu was forced to clumsily fend off more than a dozen strikes from Yang Ge, then felt a numbing sensation in both hands, his body’s strength slackened, and his blood surged, leaving him utterly powerless to change his form.
In the midst of pursuing and retreating, the two plunged into the masses of Dongying’s army. Their long katana slashes seemed reckless, but the residual force after striking the Dongying masses was like cannon fire scrubbing the ground. Wherever it passed, men and horses were shattered, and swords and spears were broken, shockingly plowing a path of flesh and blood that was dozens of feet long within the dense crowd.
"Pff!"
Chukahara Bukitsu, similarly shaken internally, spat a large mouthful of fresh blood toward Yang Ge.
Yang Ge instinctively dodged by tilting his head, and his hand holding the Treasured Blade of the Cold Moon unavoidably slowed down.
At that brief moment of delay, the cornered Chukahara Bukitsu seized the opportunity to leap up and, merging man with katana, swooped toward Yang Ge, "Kiwami Iai · Half Moon!"
Seeing the fierce momentum of his opponent, Yang Ge did not hesitate to jump back vigorously.
"Whoom."
Chukahara Bukitsu gripped his katana and slashed down, pulling out a cold blade aura that mimicked the crescent of a wolf’s tooth. The blade aura cleaved the air, shook the earth and mountains, and harshly tore open the bloodied path they had carved with a crack that stretched dozens of feet long and over a foot wide.
After missing his slash, Chukahara Bukitsu looked up only to see Yang Ge in free fall, exactly when he was exhausted from old strength and new strength had not yet emerged, unable to tread the air and shift positions freely. Chukahara Bukitsu instantly plunged forward without hesitation, leaping up to chase after Yang Ge with another slash, "Kiwami Iai · Draw and Slash!"
The katana fell, and its blade aura burst forth, straight as a spear and unyielding.
Meanwhile, Yang Ge, focusing calmly in midair, saw this wiry Dongying monkey wielding his katana in pursuit and finally opened his mouth to gently exhale a foot-long white breath.
The moment Chukahara Bukitsu saw this white breath, he knew something was amiss, but his move was already exhausted, and it was not easy to change tactics... If he wasn’t already at the verge where his old strength was exhausted and the new strength had not yet emerged, how could he feel that Yang Ge was in such a state?
"Gone forever."
In midair, Yang Ge whispered these four words that only he could hear, then, merging man with katana, turned into a flash of brilliantly bright blade aura that burst forth.
The bright blade light sliced directly through the spear-like katana aura as if cutting through tofu and collided head-on with the helpless Chukahara Bukitsu, instantly smashing his lean body into pieces, with only his head, featuring graying hair, flying high...
"Whoom."
Yang Ge landed on the ground, stirring up a brilliant blast of air waves, killing a large number of Dongying soldiers.
He leaned on his Treasured Blade of the Cold Moon and breathed heavily, his body covered in tiny wounds an inch long, and his mouth and nose gushing out a large amount of fresh blood once more.
Yet, he still grinned broadly, silently laughing deliriously amidst thousands of soldiers, struggling for breath as he laughed.
He effortlessly reached his left arm behind without looking, catching the falling dead head accurately.
He retracted his hand and brought the head to the front to look at it, only to see a pair of eyes wide open in rage...
"Sword Saint?"
He leaned on his katana and slowly stood up, casually tossing the head toward where the previous head had been, "Mediocre!"
The soundless laughter slowly transformed into tangible laughter, while thousands of shattered soldiers rose into the air once more and coalesced into a Sabre Warrior Frenzied Dragon in midair.
Unlike the previous ones that barely resembled "snake-like," this Frenzied Dragon of Sabre Warriors.
had already taken on a somewhat "dragon-like" form.
Though still a bit rough...
But a snake is just a snake.
And a dragon is a dragon!