173: Chapter 167 · Where Do I Understand Blade Technique, I Simply Excel at Killing 173: Chapter 167 · Where Do I Understand Blade Technique, I Simply Excel at Killing The next morning, Zhang San, who trained with an old man in his dream for eight years mastering the Burning Wood Sword Technique, completed the cultivation of the eighteenth acupoint with Gold Liquid Returning Core on the rooftop.
After a simple breakfast, he went to the training ground of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect.
Because here, Zhang San was to compete with Blade-Wielding Buddha Card’s chief disciple.
By this ti, many disciples of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect had arrived early, as this battle was very likely to determine the survival of the sect.
Of course, the smart disciples had already run away with their money.
If the Mysterious Soldiers Sect were to fall in the end, they would be fine.
If the Mysterious Soldiers Sect survived, they would use the money on them to buy so wine and co back claiming they knew the sect would win, so they went out early to buy wine to celebrate.
The foolish disciples, however, were already standing on the platform, waiting for Zhang San’s arrival.
When Zhang San saw the chief disciple of Card, he couldn’t help but find it sowhat amusing.
He was at the Five Emperors’ Proper Position, while his opponent was only at the stage of Qi Flow Transformation, just one level higher than himself.
What was there to be so arrogant about?
Seeing Zhang San arrive as well, Card smiled at him from below the platform and said, “You should be careful, Mr.
Zhang San.
My chief disciple is not only a stage higher than you in realm but more importantly, he has mastered my blade technique, which far surpasses yours.”
Zhang San smiled slightly at Card and asked, “So if I defeat your disciple, will you withdraw and no longer intervene in the matters of the Mysterious Soldiers Sect?”
“Certainly.”
Card was brimming with confidence in his chief disciple.
The Burning Wood Sword Technique’s highest realm is the Nine Turns, which ans slashing out nine swords in the blink of an eye.
Card’s chief disciple was able to perform the Eight Turns, only a little short of the highest realm.
At this mont, both Zhang San and Card’s chief disciple stood on the platform.
There was no referee, no one to announce when to start.
Their eyes t, and suddenly they both drew their blades and rushed at each other.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
As soon as Zhang San made his move, it was the Burning Wood Sword Technique he had painstakingly practiced for a whole eight years.
And it was the Nine Turns of the Burning Wood Sword Technique.
This directly stupefied the chief disciple.
Not to ntion the chief disciple being stupefied, even Card watching below felt his brain starting to overheat.
What the heck is going on?
You can’t say that my disciple perford a demonstration yesterday in front of Zhang San, and now Zhang San has learned it, right?
At this mont, Zhang San swung the Horizontal Blade in his hand, slashing down.
If the opponent dodged, it would achieve the effect of the Burning Wood Sword Technique, with the extrely fast slashing generating intense heat friction in the air, which, combined with Zhang San’s Fire Movent power, would directly scorch the opponent.
But if the opponent resisted, they would have to withstand a faster and more ferocious attack than his own blade technique.
In just a mont, Zhang San had already slashed out twenty-seven tis.
The opponent realized that Zhang San was probably going to perform eighty-one strikes and then use the last one to defeat him.
Damn it!
How could there be such an unrciful person in this world?
But Zhang San wasn’t soone who acted without rcy, insisting on humiliating his opponent.
By the ti he executed the twenty-seventh strike, Zhang San could tell for sure that the opponent was in no way his match.
Such an enemy could neither hone his blade technique nor increase his combat experience.
Clang—
Zhang San drew another Horizontal Blade with his other hand, sweeping the blade edge across.
The chief disciple’s head tumbled down the platform, finally dropping right at Card’s feet.
“Brother—”
The other disciple standing behind Card, like a madman, charged towards the platform.
Card didn’t have the chance to stop him before the second disciple had already drawn his waist knife towards Zhang San.
Zhang San’s Horizontal Blade slashed out, using both the Tiger’s Life Spirit Gang and the Blade Intent.
With a splatter, he split the second brother into two.
Card’s eyes widened as he watched his second disciple on the platform.
Actually, he had the chance to rush up and save him just now.
But he thought Zhang San took twenty-seven strikes to defeat the chief disciple, so the second disciple wouldn’t have fallen imdiately upon stepping up.
Even, there was a slim hope in his heart, wishing the second disciple could defeat Zhang San.
But he never expected that a mont’s hesitation would directly cost the second disciple’s life.
“Master Card, do you have any more capable disciples?”
Zhang San said this with a chuckle, glancing at the third disciple below the platform.
However, at this mont, the third disciple’s mind was numb, and his pants were wet.
Horrible!
Too horrible!
My two senior brothers!
They had actually been cut into four pieces!
At this ti, Card’s eyes were red with rage, almost bursting from their sockets.
“Zhang San, do you dare to fight ?”
Zhang San laughed.
“You, a mighty Purple Mansion Realm expert, are making a move against a small True Core individual like .
Do you have no sha?”
“Then I will lock down my Seas of Wheels and fight you at the True Core Realm level.
Do you dare?”
The Military Chiefs from the Town Martial Office imdiately shouted at Zhang San, urging him not to be reckless.
After all, the gap between the Purple Mansion Realm and the True Core Realm was indeed very large.
But Zhang San just smiled and nodded his head.
“A battle at the True Core Realm?
Why not?”
“Good!”
As Card spoke, he jumped onto the platform, sealed his own Seas of Wheels, clenched the long blade in his hand, and charged straight at Zhang San.
“Has Zhang San gone mad?
He hasn’t even fully mastered the Five Emperors’ Proper Position; how could he fight against a perfect True Core?” Military Chief Sun lanted that Zhang San was even more reckless than himself.
Fang Cunzai, standing to the side, shook his head and said softly, “There’s no need to worry.
Even with my Seas of Wheels closed, I can’t defeat Zhang San.
This Master Card is not necessarily that strong in the True Core Realm either.”
“That was a spar!
Is that the sa thing?” Sun Wushuang glanced at Fang Cunzai.
Fang Cunzai wanted to say that even after he unlocked his Realm, he still couldn’t defeat Zhang San, but thinking that it was sowhat too embarrassing, he ultimately chose to remain silent.
Moreover, Fang Cunzai could tell that even though Card was making a move, Zhang San was already using Card to hone his own Blade Technique, not even utilizing the Wood Series, Wind Series, or Thunder Series Techniques.
Otherwise, with Zhang San’s strength, he would’ve already used vines to wrap around Card and swing him around faster than Milk Cap Sister touring an airport.
At this mont, Zhang San was holding the Horizontal Blade in both hands, continuously attacking and defending.
The Burning Wood Sword Technique.
The military Blade Technique.
The Twin Blades combat style.
Zhang San exhibited all the Blade Techniques he had learned during this ti, not just to showcase a particular Blade Technique, but because he felt it was the right move to use under these circumstances.
This feeling was as if usually he had to figure out how to beco the Blade Technique during practice, to mimic everything he had learned.
But now, all the Blade Techniques were integrated into him, revealing themselves when he needed them.
It seed as if the Blade Technique was , the blade was .
And why I am unleashing this particular strike, I do not know.
It’s just that I feel I have to, and I firmly believe it is the right strike, the strike that will defeat the enemy.
Dong—
All of a sudden, a strong Might burst forth from Zhang San’s Horizontal Blade.
The Might that Zhang San had always failed to comprehend, at this mont, was born through the fusion of Blade Intent and countless Blade Techniques.
This ti, it wasn’t ford by the Might of Tiger Brother’s nascent Tiger’s Might helping him, but a Might that truly belonged to him alone, a truly powerful Might!
Zhang San countered Card’s Burning Wood Sword Technique with his own Burning Wood Sword Technique.
In Card’s eyes, which shifted from hatred and anger to shock, he started to be suppressed by Zhang San bit by bit until finally, Zhang San locked Card’s long blade with the Twin Blades Lock Martial Style.
The next instant, the Might burst forth again from Zhang San’s twin blades.
Crack—
The long blade in Card’s hand broke.
And Zhang San took the opportunity to slash forward with both blades.
If Card hadn’t imdiately lifted the seal on his Seas of Wheels and retreated at the fastest speed, he might have lost half his life to those two slashes right there.
Card looked at the two shallow, yet conspicuous and humiliating cuts on his chest.
After all, these were wounds left by a young man far below his own Realm.
And not far away, Xie Dezhao, witnessing this scene, felt a cold chill run down his spine.
In this mont, he finally understood why, even with several Military Chiefs present, the leader was Zhang San.
“Zhang San, the day you enter the Purple Mansion Realm, I will fight you again!”
After leaving these words, Card turned and left.
Zhang San imdiately waved at Wang Ziteng and instructed, “Rember to issue a warrant for this guy later and kill him as soon as possible.
The reason…
um…
think of one with Big Head Wang.”
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