strictlysupreme Chapter 69 Sword Dance Decides Life and Death, Blood Dragon Aids in the Relentless Battle
Chapter 69 Sword Dance Decides Life and Death, Blood Dragon Aids in the Relentless Battle
Just as Zhao Lingfeng's fatal kick was about to land, a sharp glint suddenly flashed in Han Yi's eyes. With astonishing speed, he raised his hands, crossing them above his head to block the attack, his face revealing an iron-like resolve.
Zhao Lingfeng stomped heavily on Han Yi's arms with a powerful kick, the dull thud echoing loudly. The force of the impact caused Han Yi's body to sink abruptly, the ground seemingly sinking slightly and instantly kicking up a cloud of dust. Gravel scattered like bullets from the impact.
Immediately afterward, Han Yi roared, his aura erupting like a volcano, his cultivation breaking through to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. The powerful aura brought by this breakthrough surged forth once more, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly, as if invisible ripples were spreading. He pushed forward with both hands, unleashing astonishing power, forcefully blasting Zhao Lingfeng away. Then, Han Yi nimbly rolled like a cheetah, quickly standing up.
"Hmph! How dare you take my father's life?" Han Yi glared at Zhao Lingfeng, his eyes burning with fury. His resolute and determined expression was like that of a beast that would never yield even when cornered, ready to pounce on the enemy and fight to the death.
Zhao Lingfeng was filled with astonishment and confusion. His brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of disbelief and anger flashed in them. He raised his chin slightly, his tone accusatory: "You were clearly in dire straits just now, on the verge of collapse. How could you suddenly break through? And unleash such powerful strength? Shouldn't you have exhausted your spiritual energy? How is this possible?"
How could Han Yi tell Zhao Lingfeng the reason? Just now, at the critical moment, Han Yi took advantage of Zhao Lingfeng's inattention and resolutely swallowed the Blood Dragon Ginseng. The powerful medicinal effects of the Blood Dragon Ginseng surged wildly within his body like a torrent. His spiritual energy, which was originally nearly exhausted, was now swept up by a storm, instantly becoming turbulent. An ordinary person would likely explode on the spot after eating a whole Blood Dragon Ginseng. Although Han Yi did not experience that, he was still not feeling well. His 108 acupoints frantically absorbed spiritual energy and channeled it into his dantian. A large amount of spiritual energy surged in like a tide, causing his dantian to be overloaded.
At the critical moment, Han Yi acted decisively, simultaneously using the Law of Life and the Incantation Technique. Instantly, a mysterious light flashed around him, and a gentle yet powerful force rapidly spread outwards. In an instant, his own injuries, as well as those of Bai Ling and the two Earth-Shaking Beasts nearby, were healed. This also consumed a significant amount of excess spiritual energy in his dantian, allowing him to stabilize the almost out-of-control power within his body. However, this was far from enough. The power of the Blood Dragon Ginseng was too immense; in less than ten breaths, Han Yi felt his dantian about to burst again.
Seeing this, Han Yi had no choice but to rapidly form hand seals, concentrating his excess spiritual energy at his fingertips. Using his fingers as a sword, a dazzling and incredibly powerful beam of light shot towards Zhao Lingfeng. This beam contained all the spiritual energy within Han Yi's dantian, moving with lightning speed, leaving no time for anyone to react. Zhao Lingfeng's expression changed drastically; he hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding being grazed by the sword light on his shoulder. A large crater was blasted into the ground beside him by the unparalleled sword energy, dust billowing around it.
A surge of intense shock welled up in Zhao Lingfeng's heart. He never expected that Han Yi could break through the crisis and unleash such a powerful counterattack under such dire circumstances. Han Yi naturally wouldn't show any mercy to Zhao Lingfeng; the Proud Snow Sword was already back in his hand. Relying on the immense spiritual energy brought by the Blood Dragon Ginseng, Han Yi's gaze sharpened, and the longsword in his hand flashed with light, instantly spreading a sharp sword aura. Then, he directly unleashed "One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds," a dazzling sword light rushing towards Zhao Lingfeng like lightning, followed by several more uses of "One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds."
Wherever the sword light passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound. Deep cracks were carved into the ground by the sword energy, as if the earth had been severely damaged in this battle, with mysterious light faintly shining through the cracks. Han Yi's wrist rotated rapidly, and the longsword danced in the air, creating dazzling light and shadow. Each swing carried great power, and the sword shadows attacked Zhao Lingfeng like a storm.
Zhao Lingfeng reacted with lightning speed, swiftly raising his folding fan. The fan flashed with light, instantly forming a sturdy barrier. He thought to himself, "I am the most outstanding disciple of the Flying Cloud Sect's younger generation; I cannot possibly lose to this unknown brat." Han Yi's incredibly powerful sword strikes slammed into the barrier formed by the folding fan, producing a deafening roar. The powerful impact seemed to distort the surrounding air, and space itself appeared to warp briefly. Unfortunately for Han Yi, his seemingly certain victory was completely blocked by Zhao Lingfeng's folding fan.
Han Yi's heart sank slightly as he stared intently at Zhao Lingfeng, pondering his next move. Zhao Lingfeng's lips curled into a disdainful smile, as if mocking Han Yi's overestimation of his abilities: "Hmph, you think you can defeat me like this? Naïve."
"Zhao Lingfeng, today it's either you or me!" Han Yi wasn't discouraged by his blocked attack; instead, his eyes grew even more resolute. He flicked his wrist, his longsword tracing a dazzling arc in the air as it gathered momentum again. With a roar, his aura surged once more. He moved with lightning speed, his figure flashing towards Zhao Lingfeng, his longsword flashing, creating a multitude of sword shadows, each imbued with immense power. Wherever the sword shadows passed, surrounding rocks shattered, raising clouds of dust. Han Yi's movements were agile and swift, like a cheetah, every action brimming with power. His eyes, sharp as swords, were fixed intently on Zhao Lingfeng.
Zhao Lingfeng frowned slightly, his folding fan flashing rapidly, beams of light shooting out from it and clashing with Han Yi's sword shadows. In an instant, light flickered and energy surged around the two.
Han Yi relentlessly searched for Zhao Lingfeng's weaknesses, determined to kill him. Zhao Lingfeng, meanwhile, focused on defense while waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, also wanting to eliminate this talented young man to prevent future trouble.
Just then, Han Yi suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy within his body, converging towards his heart. It seemed that his body had found an opportunity for a breakthrough during the fight.
"Since that's the case, then let me fight to my heart's content!" Han Yi was completely enraged, pouring all his spiritual power into his longsword without hesitation. The sword shone brightly, as if illuminating the entire space. He roared and unleashed "One Sword Breaks a Thousand Pounds" once more, this time with even greater power. The sword's momentum surged like a raging tide, carrying unstoppable force towards Zhao Lingfeng. Han Yi slightly bent his knees, then exerted his strength, shooting towards Zhao Lingfeng like an arrow released from a bow.
Zhao Lingfeng's expression changed drastically. He sensed the threat of the attack, but it was too late to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and concentrate all his spiritual power into his folding fan, trying to block Han Yi's attack again.
With a deafening crash, Han Yi's longsword clashed with Zhao Lingfeng's folding fan once more. The powerful impact sent both men flying backward. The surrounding ground was a mess, riddled with deep cracks and signs of destruction, as if a massive disaster had struck. Han Yi crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but his eyes remained fixed on Zhao Lingfeng. Zhao Lingfeng was also badly injured; his folding fan was cracked, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Han Yi, utterly shocked: "How can this kid be so difficult to deal with?" Han Yi, despite only being at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, was fighting him to a standstill. This made Zhao Lingfeng consider retreating. Although he still had a backup plan, Han Yi might also have hidden cards up his sleeve. While the Blood Dragon Ginseng was a valuable item, it wasn't worth risking his life.
"Young brother, we have no enmity between us. If we continue fighting, neither of us can guarantee our survival. How about you give me a Blood Dragon Ginseng and keep one for yourself, and we'll call a truce?"