SWDnovel Chapter 10 - 10 Lin Fuxiang
Chapter 10 - 10 Lin Fuxiang
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boom!
a single sword stroke swept by, and all the accumulated snow in the valley surged toward the sky, rising a full half a foot before it scattered and fell in disarray.
"finally... finally, i've grasped a trace of the profound mystery of the sky-soaring nine forms and learned the first form!" zhou heng's face was filled with ecstatic joy. at this moment, he felt as happy as an innocent child.
it was only the first form!
recalling the complete nine forms sword techniques that danced in his mind, zhou heng was even more shaken. the sky-soaring nine forms increased in power with each succession, and if he could comprehend the essence of all nine forms and wield them, perhaps he could truly have the power to slice through heaven and earth!
this time, he had truly wielded the sky-soaring first form with greater power, yet the drain on his strength was far less than before—this sword stroke had only consumed one-fifth of his true yuan force!
"previously, i was just imitating the form, and since the power of the sky-soaring nine forms is so immense, i had to use my own strength to compensate for the sword technique's power. naturally, it drained most of my true yuan force in an instant!"
"but now that i've grasped the true meaning, with one stroke of the sword, heaven and earth respond. it's as if some force in the universe attaches itself to the swordplay, and all i have to do is to lead the circulation of the technique!"
"this is like before when i was pushing a cart by hand, both exhausting and slow! but now it's like i'm in a carriage being pulled by horses, needing only to guide and direct, saving effort and, more so, increasing speed!"
zhou heng wore a satisfied smile. with this sword stroke swung, which member of the zhou family could evade it?
but striking an opponent and injuring them are two different things!
martial artists in the bone refinement realm and blood refinement realm have tempered their bodies to be as tough as solid iron, such that even standing still and letting someone hack at them would not cause injuries! when facing enemies of this realm, unless one possesses a true divine weapon, blunt weapon strikes may actually be more effective.
"divine weapon?" zhou heng could not help but sigh. could such treasures be easily obtained?
"forget it, take a good rest tonight and leave the valley tomorrow!"
he retreated into the cave. although the temperature was still very low, after completing the skin refinement realm, a martial artist would have a considerable resistance to cold. moreover, zhou heng was now almost done with the flesh refinement realm, so this level of coldness was bearable!
if he could reach the blood refinement realm, then with his vigorous blood and energy, neither cold nor heat would affect him. he estimated that he could even submerge himself in the icy pool in the valley.
"once i reach the blood refinement realm, i will come back here and must uncover the secret of that mysterious figure!"
a night passed, the heavy snow had stopped, and a foot of snow had accumulated in the valley, leaving deep footprints with every step. after taking one last look, zhou heng turned decisively and strode away quickly.
two hours later, he emerged from the cave. the entire forest was shrouded in white, with glittering snow and hanging icicles, a sight of extraordinary beauty.
"i'm off!"
zhou heng let out a long howl. naturally, he wasn't worried about the people from white jade valley still
"haven't you watched enough?" she chided coldly, her voice sounding as melodious and attractive as a stream flowing through a valley.
it turned out she had long since noticed him!
zhou heng leaped down from the tree, his cloud flying step unfolding naturally, with the deep snow only reaching the soles of his feet.
the beauty showed a hint of surprise. her attractive brow furrowed and she asked, "who are you, and why are you peeping from the side?"
zhou heng waved his hands and laughed, "don't misunderstand, i was just passing by!"
peeking at someone else practicing or fighting was a big taboo!
"hmph, you think i'll believe that?" she retorted. with a slap of her right hand, her long sword shot out of its sheath, gleaming and cold. she thought zhou heng was hiding and stealing her sword techniques.
zhou heng, after all, was a 17-year-old youth with natural pride. he twisted his mouth and said, "that disordered sword technique of yours, why would i bother to steal it?"
"humph, then let me show you the power of this 'disordered' sword technique!" the beauty shouted angrily, her long sword thrusting out swiftly to target zhou heng's wrist.
her name was lin fuxiang, the daughter of the nine spirit sect's sect master, a natural martial prodigy, exceedingly intelligent! the flying waterfall sword technique she cultivated was a unique skill of the nine spirit sect, very difficult to master, with fewer than ten people in the sect mastering it!
in just three years, she had achieved minor success and had garnered countless praises! she had even managed to force back the green-eyed ape earlier, and although the power of a divine weapon played a part, it also proved the power of her sword technique!
this was her greatest pride, but zhou heng had dared to ridicule her swordsmanship, how could she not be furious!
she was not naturally malicious, and her slash was meant to teach zhou heng a lesson, not to actually harm him.
to her surprise, zhou heng lightly dodged with a tap of his foot, giving her a bright, sunny smile in return, nearly driving her mad!
damn kid, was he provoking her?
lin fuxiang felt a surge of anger rising within her. swish, swish, swish, she relentlessly swung her sword, intent on giving this detestable lad a taste of bitterness.
such a level of swordsmanship... would never touch even the hem of his clothes even in ten thousand years!
in zhou heng's eyes, lin fuxiang's sword technique was full of flaws, which he could easily dodge with minimal effort. moreover, he could foresee the move she would make from the mere twitch of her wrist and had already reacted in advance.
of course, this was also because he had learned the cloud flying step. being able to see the flaws was one thing, but whether one could dodge in time was another matter entirely. if lin fuxiang had a bit more strength or speed, surpassing the limits of the cloud flying step, no fancy moves would be needed – a single thrust could be lethal!
as they say, raw power can crush cunning skills. when strength reaches a certain level, techniques are no longer necessary.
"you brat, do you only know how to dodge?" lin fuxiang, failing to overwhelm him, resorted to provocation.
zhou heng laughed heartily, feeling a surge of pride, and couldn't help but say, "then i'll show you a defeat!"
clang, the long sword at his waist was also drawn from its sheath. seeing lin fuxiang's sword strike, he casually raised his sword.
lin fuxiang's pretty face turned pale. though the move seemed careless, it aimed straight at the only flaw in her swordsmanship. if she didn't adjust, she would be the first to get pierced in the abdomen, and only then would her long sword graze zhou heng's shoulder.
she hurriedly cried out, tapping her lotus foot, her graceful figure flipping and swiftly retreating seven meters.
—in fact, with her bone refinement realm's defensive capabilities, even if zhou heng did stab her in the abdomen, it likely wouldn't cause her much harm. on the contrary, her precious sword could cut through gold and jade, able to slice off his upper body with a single strike!
but firstly, lin fuxiang did not want to take such a risk, and secondly, the two were only sparring, competing for pride. what's the point of winning by relying on a higher realm and a sharper weapon?
luck, perhaps?
lin fuxiang refused to believe that zhou heng could break her flying waterfall sword technique, and with another tap of her foot, she burst out again, brandishing her sword to trace out a cascading waterfall of sword shadows.
zhou heng smiled faintly and casually swung his sword.
did this kid just happen to stumble upon the answer again?
lin fuxiang quickly twisted her figure and regrouped, unwilling to accept defeat and continued to attack.
retreat, retreat, retreat!
after thirty-six consecutive strikes, lin fuxiang's face showed growing astonishment. the detestable youth couldn't possibly coincidentally counter her thirty-six times, completely unraveling her prized sword technique!
she stopped and stamped her foot fiercely, her full chest trembled violently due to the action, undulating magnificently.