Chapter 27: Tempered Steel Roller Hammer
After finishing the wine, Ye Yang returned the Tuo Yun Horse to the Sect, carrying the Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber on his back, and went home.
The Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber was still a bit too heavy for him at the moment.
However, he was confident that after cultivating the Elephant Demon Fist for a while longer, using this saber would be as natural as moving his own arm, effortless.
At this time of year, although the weather was still cold and damp, the earth was warming up, and the winter jasmine flowers in the mountains and fields had begun to bloom one after another.
Ye Yang pushed open the wooden door with a creak, and the door opened in response; the once thick and dark persimmon tree also gradually showed green buds on its branches with the arrival of spring.
Before leaving the Sect, he remembered there were still a few red fruits hanging on the persimmon tree, but these past few days, no one had been living in the house, so they might have been pecked away by birds.
Ye Yang walked to the thick old persimmon tree, lifted the heavy stone slab, and breathed in the fresh Spiritual Qi.
Ye Yang felt the Origin Qi in his body vibrate, seemingly on the verge of a Breakthrough.
This Spiritual Well stood at the fulcrum of Flying Heaven Gate's scattered Spiritual Veins, with an unending supply of Spiritual Qi daily, making it quite precious.
The Spiritual Qi at the foot of the mountain was thin, and feeling himself surrounded by Spiritual Qi at this moment, Ye Yang immediately felt his skin and bones all over his body were extremely comfortable, as if soaking in warm water.
He used this Spiritual Qi, drew his saber, and began his daily cultivation of the Frost Wind Saber Technique.
Cold light burst forth, swing the saber! Swing the saber! Swing the saber again!
Light-Electric Saber, White Dew Across the River, Frost Forest Race, Cool Moon Beautiful Scenery, Horizon Bright Moon, a Slice of Vicissitudes.
Each saber strike was faster than the last; among the seven slaughters of the Frost Wind Saber Technique, he had successfully mastered six.
Apart from the ‘Years of Vicissitudes’ saber strike, which he still couldn't perform, he was proficient in all the others.
Streams of brilliant silver light in the air resembled peacocks spreading their tails, lingering for a long time.
Frost Wind Saber Technique: Minor Achievement
Progress: 97%
Next Realm: Major Achievement
Unyielding: Swing the saber five thousand times daily, persist for one month and one ten-day period to achieve.
Previously at the Zhang family, Ye Yang's Frost Wind Saber Technique cultivation Realm had reached 94%; upon returning to the Sect, it was now approaching 97%, with just 3% left to reach the Major Achievement Realm.
Immediately after, Ye Yang began practicing the Elephant Demon Fist.
He stood on the ground, his feet rooted, his muscles bulging all over his body, appearing like an ancient barbarian elephant manifesting itself.
As Ye Yang's punching movements grew faster and faster, streams of white Qi emerged from his body, and he exhaled a white stream.
It actually flew more than two zhang through the air, demonstrating extraordinary lung vitality.
Just then, Ye Yang heard a thud, and his wooden small door was smashed open.
Then, a majestic and fierce figure, clad in a purple-gold lion king's devour-armor, rushed into the courtyard.
This figure was robust and fierce, standing upright, easily over two meters tall, truly like a bear.
In his hands, he held two tempered steel roller hammers, showcasing his terrifying and unparalleled strength.
“Ye Yang, this time I will definitely defeat you and avenge the time you kicked my butt when we were kids.”
The newcomer was none other than Li Bayuan, the Flying Heaven Tiger.
Ye Yang couldn't help but frown, pressing his temples with his hand.
“Why is this little brat so vengeful? Wasn't it just a kick when we were kids?”
In a flash, Ye Yang suddenly seemed to remember something, looking at the wooden door shattered by Li Bayuan's hammer, as if he saw a pile of Spirit Stones, his eyes lighting up.
“Hmph, you oaf, it seems you haven't learned your lesson! Today, if you don't leave Spirit Stones, bah... if you don't shed some blood, don't even think about leaving this gate.”
Ye Yang spun the Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber in his hand, not allowing Li Bayuan to stand firm, and flew forward, slashing with his saber.
Clang! Clang!
As the Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber moved, the copper rings on its back swung, clanging and roaring, disturbing one's mind, making one feel utterly flustered and headache-inducing.
Li Bayuan roared, lifting his twin hammers, his body, over two meters tall, like a small giant, smashing heavily towards Ye Yang.
At the very moment the Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber and the iron hammers collided, Ye Yang tilted his body.
The blade shifted from the hammerhead to the hammer handle, directly slicing downwards, intending to force Li Bayuan to drop his twin hammers.
Seeing this saber strike come down, Li Bayuan's left hand was about to be in danger.
The entire person, like a crazed beast, hammered again towards the left hand's position, striking directly at Ye Yang's chest.
The sound of breaking wind and a sonic boom roared; Ye Yang saw he couldn't dodge in time, quickly turned, and collided the back of the Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber with the tempered steel hammer.
With a loud roar, a metallic clang of steel collision emanated, Ye Yang retreated a few steps, and Li Bayuan's hands also trembled slightly.
“When did you get so strong?”
Li Bayuan rubbed his sore hands; although he had the advantage in the recent collision.
However, strength was originally his strong suit, and it should be known that the previous Ye Yang never directly clashed with him.
“Again.”
Although Ye Yang was forced back a few steps, he was not surprised but rather pleased; since cultivating the Elephant Demon Fist, he only felt his skin all over his body was tough and his strength astonishing.
As long as he stood on the earth, he possessed endless strength; although he was temporarily at a disadvantage in the strength contest, the Elephant Demon Fist had just entered the beginner stage, and he was already very satisfied with this result.
At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that he had used this Ghost Head Seven Ring Saber; if it had been his previous steel saber, it would have probably shattered the moment it collided with Li Bayuan.
Ye Yang held the steel saber and moved forward again; Li Bayuan rubbed his hands and swung a hammer horizontally.
Ye Yang propped the saber on the ground, using the saber's momentum, executed a swallow flip, moving from in front of Li Bayuan to behind him.
The steel saber directly stabbed into his back beneath the ribs, finding a gap in the armor, severing the armor buckle, and reaching his inner clothing.
This was the skill of a dragonfly touching water and a swallow flying through clouds, extremely swift.
However, just as he was about to achieve victory, he smiled slightly, and his force immediately reduced by three or four tenths, holding back a bit.
Li Bayuan's previous hammer strike missed, and because he used too much force, his body involuntarily swayed forward.
Now, being struck in the back by Ye Yang, he only felt a pain in his lower back, stumbled, and directly fell to the ground.
At the crucial moment, he still didn't put his legs down, directly kicking towards Ye Yang's chest.
Ye Yang didn't block with his saber, instead using his fists to strike the opponent's feet, being forced back more than ten steps, he slightly bit his tongue, forcing a trace of blood to appear at the corner of his mouth.
“Good strength, good strength, truly worthy of being the Flying Heaven Tiger… Li Bayuan.”