Chapter 92: Chapter 68: The Blade Like a Cold Dragon! Thousands of Soldiers Retreat!_2
The might of this hammer strike was astonishing, capable of shattering the heavens. Even if it were to strike an ironstone several meters in diameter and weighing tens of thousands of pounds, it would burst apart!
At this moment, Su Changkong had already adjusted the angle for his strike, ready to unleash his power, gripping the handle of the Iron-Cutting Sword at his waist. He felt a visceral connection and the indomitable sharpness of Blade Qi coursing through it!
This was the result of Su Changkong’s daily dedication to the Blade Nurturing Art, honed over a hundred days.
Now, Su Changkong’s essence, Qi, and spirit united, he became one with the Iron-Cutting Sword in his hand!
Iron Blade Technique. Upward Slash!
“Clang!”
A piercing screech erupted as the Iron-Cutting Sword was unsheathed, its scabbard humming, the overflowing Blade Qi slicing the ground within a meter radius into deep cracks, as if a metal dragon had broken free from its scabbard, baring its fangs and claws.
The gleaming blade light hurt viewers’ eyes!
Crack!
The biting cold of the Iron-Cutting Sword cleaved upward, bringing a deafening sonic boom!
“What?” Shi Zijian’s pupils contracted as he faced Su Changkong, feeling as though he had returned to the battlefield of tens of thousands, facing an enemy general who had once terrified him for life. A casual strike from the enemy nearly claimed his life at his peak.
Even though he had escaped with his life, he was gravely injured, unable to heal. In disappointment, he left for this remote place to wield power.
“Clang!”
The sword blade, slicing through the air, collided with the heavy hammer in an instant, the two forces erupting. The ground within a dozen meters shook violently, fissures spreading like a spiderweb, provoking a sense of earth-shattering tremors!
“Crack!”
A crisp metallic shattering noise exploded as the basin-sized metal hammer, under Su Changkong’s essence, Qi, and spirit united into a formidable strike, shattered into pieces!
The Blade Nurturing Art, to put it plainly, is about imbuing one’s essence, Qi, and spirit into one’s sword daily, accumulating and nurturing it, to erupt in a moment of need, exceeding limits.
After nurturing his blade for a hundred days, Su Changkong released it at this moment.
With a strike that shattered Shi Zijian’s weapon, Su Changkong felt a wave of exhaustion, battling the decline that followed the initial burst of strength.
Iron Blade Technique. Horizontal Chop!
“Roar!”
But Su Changkong paid it no attention. A low roar erupted from his throat, hands gripping the sword tightly, infusing it with True Qi to maintain the Blade Qi. He delivered a second strike—a simple Horizontal Chop—that transformed into a thin silver line, its concentrated force unbreakable!
“Golden Bell Cover! Block it!”
Shi Zijian felt a chilling sense of doom, his eyes bulging, his Qi and blood coursing through his body, his surface shimmering metallically as if about to condense into a metallic shield. He stretched out his thick arms, crossing them in front of his chest.
In the next instant, the cold blade light cut through the air!
“Tear!”
Shi Zijian heard the crisp sound of tearing. It was the sound of his flesh being ripped apart, his bones being severed!
Su Changkong’s Iron-Cutting Sword, carrying an indomitable force, severed Shi Zijian’s arms and continued without losing momentum, ripping through his chest mercilessly!
Thump!
Shi Zijian’s body flew, severed at the waist, crashing to the ground. His arms tumbled a few rolls before coming to rest, blood spilling out, dyeing the ground crimson!
“I… had I been at my peak… you could never have killed me! Never!”
Severed at the waist by Su Changkong’s astonishing strike, Shi Zijian was not yet dead. He looked up at Su Changkong, his eyes bloodshot and frenzy-ridden as he roared, filled with anger, unwillingness, and fear of death!
If he hadn’t been seriously injured back then, he would still be a member of the Dafeng Mysterious Soldiers, basking in endless glory and praise! Had his Martial Arts Realm not declined from its peak, it would have been impossible for him to die at the hands of a Qi-Blood Realm Iron Beast!
If the grievously wounded him had chosen to live out his days in peace, maybe he would have enjoyed a happy family, with children and grandchildren…
Alas… there are no such ifs!
His hair disheveled, Shi Zijian’s eyes bulged, the light in them gradually extinguishing.
Full of ambition, even faced with significant setbacks, he refused to live an ordinary life and sought a second spring. But in the end, just like those enemies who had died at his hand, he became a stepping stone for others.
An eerie silence suddenly fell upon the scene. What had been an evenly matched fight, with Shi Zijian even having the upper hand, took a sudden drastic turn. The armored Iron Beast unsheathed his sword, merely two strikes, and with lightning speed, Shi Zijian lay dead!
The crowd hadn’t even had time to react, some doubting if what they saw was an illusion!
In the silence, you could hear a pin drop among the nearly a thousand members of the Black Cavalry Gang!
“Big brother… big brother!”
Not until a wail of sorrow pierced the air.
It was Chen Zhuang.
Chen Zhuang’s eyes were red with tears streaming down as he watched Shi Zijian die before him, a catastrophe as crushing as a mountain collapsing before his eyes, unable to comprehend it!
“I’ll kill you! I’m going to tear you to pieces!”
Chen Zhuang completely lost his sanity. He roared in frenzy as he rushed at Su Changkong, vowing to rip him apart and feast on his flesh!
“Then I’ll send you both on your way!”
Exhausted from two strikes beyond his limits, Su Changkong felt waves of weakness.. Yet, facing the charging Chen Zhuang, he mustered his spirit and strength and, holding the sword high, delivered a downward Splitting Cut!