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"Clang!!!"
Ye Kai seemed to transform into a giant eagle soaring through the sky. Upon seeing the glint in Feng Qingyang's eyes, he suddenly halted his momentum beneath the sword's edge, converting his fist into an open palm and sweeping it out.
"You fell for it, hahahaha..."
Feng Qingyang let out a long howl, spinning his sword in response. The already lightning-fast sword light traced a circle in mid-air and then accelerated by another thirty percent, instantly piercing toward Ye Kai's right rib.
"Hmph!"
Hearing Feng Qingyang's triumphant laughter, a hint of amusement appeared at the corner of Ye Kai's mouth. In that moment, he unexpectedly turned his body with the force of his palm and once again executed the Spiral Nine Shadows and Translocation techniques from the Nine Yin Manual.
It was almost like teleportation; in an instant, he evaded the nearly overwhelming sword strike and delivered a punch to Feng Qingyang's side.
Feng Qingyang's expression suddenly grew serious as he swiftly shifted his sword half a foot to stab out fiercely.
"Clang!!!"
Suddenly feeling a tremor in his sword, Feng Qingyang's expression changed again. This sensation was already the second time—his opponent had not yet unleashed their full power?!
At the same time, he retreated swiftly, his sword weaving through the air like silver ribbons, twisting and turning in various bizarre arcs and trajectories, laying down trails of sword light.
"Clang clang clang!!!"
As fists met swords, sparks flew. In just a moment, the two had completely transformed into fleeting shadows, entangled with one another. Even masters of their generation watched in shock and awe.
Far away in Hengshan City, onlookers desperately tried to imprint the images of those punches and sword lights into their minds, hoping to gain some insight.
"Bang bang bang!"
Suddenly, both fighters withdrew simultaneously. Their immense energy roared like a tempest, shattering numerous afterimages. The ground beneath them cracked open with fissures; clearly, their battle had nearly shaken the entire Sorrow Cliff to its core.
"Boom!"
Ye Kai stood still, his expression unchanged, as he threw another punch that missed its target.
Martial arts should embody a masculine and swift approach, but at this moment, his technique was entirely different from the fierce styles of various schools. This punch seemed to possess the ability to ignore space and distance, as if it were a divine ability.
In an instant, it struck within three feet of his opponent.
This punch appeared ordinary, yet Qingyang felt that there were still two or three dozen variations following it, each one blocking his retreat and forcing him to confront its sharpness head-on.
He furrowed his brow and swung his longsword. The sound of clashing metal rang out, sparks flying as the force from the blow left his arm numb.
Ye Kai was unaware of Qingyang's feelings; he only knew that the task assigned by the divine was nearly complete. Thus, he unleashed another surge of power.
"Clang!!!"
The sound of metal clashing echoed as the longsword shattered violently in mid-air, breaking into countless fragments. Qingyang waved his sleeves repeatedly, deflecting the incoming force of the punch, but one still managed to slip through.
His expression changed dramatically; his eyes widened with intensity as he took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, transforming his breath into a sword-like force that shattered the remaining fragments into dust.
He couldn't help but stagger backward with each step, leaving clear footprints on the hard rocky ground beneath him.
This was due to him channeling his energy into the ground.
Qingyang's face turned slightly pale, but his spirit remained resolute. He took a deep breath and spoke solemnly, "Truly impressive true energy. If you intend to win solely through your true energy, then I shall concede. My old bones can no longer withstand such strain; I wish to live a few more years."
In Hengshan City, Yue Buqun and his wife along with Yu Canghai and others remained silent. Although they had anticipated this outcome, witnessing it firsthand felt different; their hearts inevitably felt a tinge of gloom.
What kind of audacity did those martial artists from over two hundred years ago possess? Did they believe that the entire martial world or even the whole realm was overshadowed by this person's brilliance?
Was it a case of being born at the wrong time?
Indeed, in such a life and era, it was both the fortune and misfortune of that generation.
Ye Kai looked at the old man in the green robe, who stood ten meters away, still radiating an indomitable sword energy, and couldn't help but smile. "Of course not! I just wanted to test your skills."
Having already discerned that Feng Qingyang's martial arts were indeed extraordinary, he realized that even if three masters of the same level teamed up, they might not be able to secure a victory against him.
After exchanging blows for a while, he had learned some details about his opponent. Thus, he decided to limit his own power to roughly match Feng Qingyang's level. Without needing to exert himself, a fist-sized Crimson Bird flew out and dropped a long sword into his hands.
"Take another punch from me."
Ye Kai's figure flickered like a wisp of blue smoke, suddenly appearing before Feng Qingyang and launching a fierce punch.
"Extremely rigid and Yang, marvelous, truly marvelous!" Feng Qingyang exclaimed repeatedly, his eyes shining with excitement. With a flick of his sleeve, the long sword flying through the air transformed into a burst of sword light and charged straight at Ye Kai.
"Clang!!!"
Both men trembled almost simultaneously as their punch and sword collided, unleashing a shockwave that swept through the surroundings. Sword energy surged like arrows piercing the air, emitting sharp whistling sounds.
"Your lightness skill is superb, and your fist technique is beyond words; it's truly lonely at the top!" Feng Qingyang stood on the lower half of a crumbling boulder beneath the cliff, his green robe billowing in the wind.
"You have quite an eye!"
Ye Kai, who had originally been grounded, suddenly sprang into action. In that moment, he transformed his punch into a claw and swooped down from the sky like a flying eagle.
"Then let’s see how this claw fares!!!"
"Swish bang!"
At that moment, the air was pierced by the terrifying claws, producing a dull explosion sound.
Qingyang's expression changed as his figure flickered. The sword light danced like a lively spirit, swaying in accordance with a mysterious rhythm, aiming to evade this astonishing strike. However, he only heard a loud bang as five deep claw marks were etched into the stone wall, each mark penetrating the hard rock, instilling fear.
"Could this be the Nine Yin Divine Claw that roamed the martial world hundreds of years ago?!" Feng Qingyang exclaimed in shock. "The Hua Shan Sword Debate, the Nine Yin Manual!!!"
The Hua Shan Sword Debate? The Nine Yin Manual? The Nine Yin Divine Claw? Roaming the martial world hundreds of years ago?
Yue Buqun, Liu Zhengfeng, Yu Canghai, and others felt their scalps tingle. With such fierce claw power, they understood at a glance that if they faced it, even metal would be crushed to dust.
They hurriedly instructed everyone to observe carefully and not to ask too many questions. They dared not let their guard down, for this battle was undoubtedly the pinnacle fight of the past hundred years, offering them invaluable insights into their martial arts cultivation.
Indeed, the next moment their confusion was resolved.
Ye Kai chuckled lightly and spoke, "As expected, there is still a trace of the former Southern Song Quanzhen. You even know about the Nine Yin Manual. Then you should know that besides Yin, there should also be Yang..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure began to spin in mid-air. His left hand unleashed the powerful and unyielding force of the Nine Yang Fist while his right hand executed the cold and fierce Nine Yin Divine Claw simultaneously.
"Nine Yin and Nine Yang, which is weaker and which is stronger? Nine Swords Return to the Vault, who dares to compete for supremacy?!"
"You dare to merge the supreme Yang skill, Nine Yang Divine Skill, with the fierce and soft claw power?!" Feng Qingyang let out a long cry as he pointed his toes against the stone wall beneath him and leaped several feet into the air. He swung his sword backward, scattering countless cold stars.
"Aren't you doing the same?" Ye Kai's fist technique transformed as he deflected the sword's momentum. A remarkably fierce claw mark tore through the air with a sharp howl and struck fiercely forward.
"Ding ding dang dang!!!"
The wind, Qingyang, let out a clear whistle, sweeping away like a piece of azure cloud from Sorrow Cliff.
"Swish!"
Ye Kai's robe sleeves swept out, and a spiral force of energy lifted the scattered stones from the ground. With a sudden shake, it pierced through the air in an instant.
"Ding ding ding!!!"
Without looking back, Qingyang casually conjured dozens of cold stars with his long sword, immediately sending the stones flying one by one.
At that moment, Ye Kai was not idle either. Suddenly, he moved his feet and jumped straight off the cliff. In just a breath's time, he had already chased down to the figure in azure robes several hundred feet below.
"Hahaha... Nine Swords Return to the Vault, condense!!!" A long laugh echoed from the Sheep Intestine Path halfway up the mountain. The sound of the sword rang out into the air, and cold light burst forth as sword energy surged out.
A brilliant beam of sword light shot upward from below, carrying an unstoppable momentum. Once unleashed, it showed no signs of regret.
"Clang!!!"
The two figures collided with each other, both exuding a terrifying aura of dominance. Suddenly, a shockwave erupted, resembling the deep rumble of a bronze bell in an ancient temple, startling birds into flight and causing rocks to shatter. It created a scar ten meters long and over a meter deep.
"Is that Reprint?!"
"Nine Swords Return to the Vault? What a fierce sword energy!"
"This has already surpassed the limits of martial arts, reaching the pinnacle of humanity. It's about to Broken Void, isn't it?"
"Hiss..."
Whether it was the disciples left behind at Mount Hua or the hundreds of martial artists gathered in Hengshan City, they were all dumbfounded, gasping in astonishment.
Before they could regain their senses, a beam of sword light darted through the air like a dragon, swiftly traversing hundreds of feet, weaving through the cliffs. In no time, it had reached the peak on the other side.
During this process, brilliant flashes of radiance erupted continuously, and countless rocks shattered and splintered into pieces.
"Boom!"
At that moment, a thunderous sound pierced the sky, followed by a long howl. A shadow was faintly seen shooting out, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.
As everyone was eager to understand what had just happened and focused intently on the scene, they saw Qingyang's sword hanging low as he stood atop an ancient pine tree. The tree seemed to have been reduced to just a main trunk with a palm-sized patch of green beneath his feet.
Ye Kai had long since vanished without a trace.
"Crack! Crack!"
With several crisp sounds, Qingyang's sword suddenly exploded with a loud bang, shattering into numerous iron fragments. The tip of the sword broke off completely, turning to dust, leaving only a bare hilt behind.
He wore a bitter smile and sighed deeply, "Alas, in the battle of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, who is weak and who is strong? Nine Swords Return to the Vault—who can contend for supremacy? Ah... I have indeed lost, lost completely, hahaha...!"
Moments later, his expression suddenly returned to clarity as he shouted loudly, "Thank you for your gift! Old Man understands now—understands well! A splendid defeat! Hahaha...!"
With one final resounding howl, an endless darkness appeared in the sky. Then Qingyang leaped into it and instantly vanished from sight.
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