strictlysupreme Chapter 13 On the battlefield, the sword is like one's own limbs; once the sword is drawn, ther
Chapter 13 On the battlefield, the sword is like one's own limbs; once the sword is drawn, ther
Just as Zhang Yuan's fingertips touched the hilt of the knife—
【Ding! 】
[Weapon containing the true essence of martial arts detected: Xuanlin Heavy Blade (Mortal Rank Supreme)]
[Three feet seven inches long, weighing thirty-two catties and eight ounces, refined from a mixture of thousand-times-forged black scale iron and cold iron, unparalleled in its strength and power, its blade embodying the unyielding spirit of a rock.]
[Martial Arts Contained in a Sensory Weapon: Rock-Splitting Mountain Blade (Mortal Rank, Top Grade, Fragmented)]
[It consumes one year of lifespan to comprehend its fundamental essence and power generation techniques.]
[Have you grasped it?]
A chilling reminder exploded in Zhang Yuan's mind.
At the same time, a heavy, steady sword intent, carrying a domineering will that could split mountains and shatter rocks, surged into his senses along the hilt of the sword.
The intent of this sword is vast and profound, far beyond his current level of understanding. However, the basic techniques of exerting force and the way of controlling "force" contained within it are as clear as a brand!
Zhang Yuan silently recited in his mind, "Understand!"
A barely perceptible warm current instantly left my body, as if the very source of my life had been ignited.
The next moment, all the information about the sword and the basic techniques of the Rock-Splitting Mountain Sword flooded into his consciousness like a sudden enlightenment. They complemented and merged with the "fast, accurate, ruthless, and changeable" of his already mastered Wind Chasing Sword and the "sinking, fierce, condensing, and explosive" of the Wild Bull Fist!
In an instant, his understanding and application of "force" seemed to open a new door!
At the same time, through the feedback of this sword intent, Zhang Yuan also clearly "saw" the vast and boundless blood and qi in Zheng Chaoyang's body, which was like a dormant volcano!
Its power far surpasses mine by a hundred or a thousand times!
His muscles, bones, skin, and membranes were tempered to be like refined steel, and an invisible aura of fierce energy circulated around his body!
This is clearly a sign that he is about to open the bridge between heaven and earth, transform his inner energy into a powerful force, and step into the realm of a grandmaster—a half-step grandmaster!
No wonder Chen Wenyuan introduced him here.
This Zheng Chaoyang is actually a top expert in Fengming County!
Having accomplished all this in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yuan spoke in a low voice, not loud, but exceptionally clear, as if stating an ancient fact:
"The Mysterious Scale Heavy Blade, forged from a thousand-times-forged Mysterious Scale Iron mixed with Cold Iron Essence, is three feet seven inches long and weighs thirty-two pounds eight ounces... A fine blade."
Zheng Chaoyang, who was just about to watch Zhang Yuan struggle in a sorry state, suddenly narrowed his eyes upon hearing this incredibly accurate description, and for the first time, a clear look of astonishment appeared on his face!
This kid... he actually saw right through the knife's true nature at a glance?!
In the instant Zheng Chaoyang was stunned!
"kill--!"
A sharp shout, tinged with youthful naiveté yet brimming with resolute ruthlessness, rang out!
Zhang Yuan gripped the knife hilt tightly with both hands, his waist suddenly sank, and the bluestone under his feet made a slight cracking sound!
He actually managed to pull the heavy knife, weighing over thirty pounds, out of the crevice in the rock!
Without any fancy moves, he dragged his sword behind him and charged towards Zheng Chaoyang like an arrow released from a bow!
His steps were steady and swift, carrying the fierce momentum of a charging bull!
With three steps, his momentum has reached its peak!
When he was only a step away from Zheng Chaoyang, Zhang Yuan exhaled and shouted, using the momentum of his forward charge, his arm muscles instantly bulged and the veins bulged!
The heavy sword dragged behind him drew a fierce arc, rising sharply from below!
The blade tore through the air, emitting a wailing shriek!
This flick of his wrist concentrated the immense strength of his mid-stage Acquired Realm cultivator, weighing five hundred jin, and combined the "fast, accurate, and ruthless" power of the Wind Chaser Sword with the "deep, fierce, and concentrated" power of the Raging Bull Fist!
The old swordsman was still sharp; Zhang Yuan flipped his wrist and used his waist and hips to power his entire body!
The raised blade traced a semicircle in mid-air without any hesitation, and with even greater downward force, it cleaved down towards Zheng Chaoyang's shoulder like a giant axe!
Drag the knife!
progress!
Raise your knife!
Chop!
The four movements were executed in one smooth motion, as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain collapsing!
Although it was just the most basic combination of sword techniques, he wielded it with sharpness, dominance, and murderous intent. He didn't seem like an eight-year-old child holding a heavy sword for the first time; he was more like a seasoned veteran who had been immersed in the battlefield for many years!
Zheng Chaoyang's astonishment instantly turned into extreme surprise!
He never expected that Zhang Yuan would not only pick up a knife, but also unleash such a fierce, coherent, and highly practical attack in such a short time!
The power, the speed, the decisive and ruthless aura, and the skillful use of the heavy sword... far exceeded his expectations!
Faced with the powerful and heavy slash coming down on him, Zheng Chaoyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Instead of being angry, he showed a hint of admiration!
He didn't even dodge much; just as the blade was about to strike his body, his feet remained rooted to the spot as if they were solid rocks, while his upper body shifted slightly to the side at an incredibly precise angle!
"call!"
The heavy blade, carrying a strong wind, whistled past his clothes and slashed through the air!
Just as Zhang Yuan's old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet emerged, Zheng Chaoyang made his move!
His left hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers like hooks, and with perfect precision, he gripped the inside of Zhang Yuan's wrist as he held the knife!
A powerful yet gentle force surged through him, and Zhang Yuan felt a numbness in his wrist, causing his fingers to involuntarily loosen.
With a deft flick of his wrist, Zheng Chaoyang brought the heavy Xuanlin Greatsword into his palm as if it had never left his side.
The whole process happened in the blink of an eye!
The entire front yard of the martial arts school was deathly silent!
All the disciples watching were frozen in place, staring wide-eyed with mouths agape, as if they could fit an egg in them!
What did they see?
How could an eight-year-old child wield a heavy sword weighing over thirty kilograms and launch such a fierce attack on the master of the martial arts school, who was at the half-step grandmaster level?
The master of the martial arts school... was actually forced to sidestep and even try to disarm the sword?!
This completely overturned their understanding!
Zhang Yuan regained his footing, slightly out of breath, his face flushed from the surge of blood and qi, but his eyes remained calm and deep.
Zheng Chaoyang gripped the knife, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Yuan, as if he had discovered a rare gem.
The coldness on his face had long been replaced by a blazing light.
Zhang Yuan's attack just now, especially his accurate knowledge of the blade, the power and killing intent he unleashed, and his natural mastery of basic blade techniques, all demonstrated his unimaginable martial arts talent and terrifying combat instincts!
In the suffocating silence, Zhang Yuan slowly spoke, his voice not loud, yet clearly echoing in everyone's ears, carrying a sense of vicissitude and resolve beyond his years:
"In my father's camp, I started practicing boxing at the age of three and wielding a knife at the age of five. The knife was a wooden knife, weighing no more than three pounds. I swung it five hundred times a day, without fail, regardless of the weather."
"When I was seven, I was escorting military supplies with my father when we were robbed by bandits." Zhang Yuan's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying a hint of iron-blooded chill. "The bandit leader rushed at me with a ghost-head knife. I ducked to avoid the blade and used the tip of my wooden knife to stab his throat cartilage... That was the first time I killed someone."
My father said: On the battlefield, the sword is like one's own limbs; once the sword is drawn, there is no regret; when it must be severed, it must be severed!