Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 466 - 0378: Only by being extreme in emotion can one be extreme with the sword! (Added - 4 for monthly tickets)

Chapter 466: 0378: Only by being extreme in emotion can one be extreme with the sword! (Added Chapter 4 for monthly tickets)

At the moment the two swordsmen gripped their blades,

the world within the courtyard seemed to transform into a realm of swords.

All the onlookers inexplicably felt a heavy pressure weighing on their spirits,

as if sensing the collision of two more formidable and mighty souls, their auras crushing down, rendering them speechless, only able to stare with wide eyes.

Jiang Dali’s saber weighed two-hundred and thirty-two jin, two liang, three qian. It extended six feet in length and one foot in width, resembling a small door panel when held in hand.

For an ordinary person to fight Demonic Saber Ding Peng with such a heavy blade was akin to seeking death.

Because the saber was too heavy.

Even if one could lift it, in the brief moment before swinging, they might already be hacked by Ding Peng a dozen times, cut into dozens of pieces, body and head severed.

But for the currently innately powerful Jiang Dali, the massive over two-hundred-jin saber was as easy to wield as an ordinary swordsman brandishing a seven-eight jin blade, maneuvered effortlessly without the slightest hindrance.

On the other hand, Ding Peng’s curved blade weighed only five jin and seven liang.

Precisely five jin and seven liang, not a fraction more, not a fraction less.

For an ordinary person to fight Jiang Dali with such a light and short blade would also be courting death.

Because an inch longer is an inch stronger, a fraction heavier is a fraction more ferocious.

Such a short and light blade might not even reach Jiang Dali before his giant saber had already pulverized the opponent into mince.

But in Ding Peng’s hands, the delicate, lightweight curved blade, with his extraordinary saber skills and the Inner Strength from the "Heaven and Earth Conquest Yin Yang Great Sorrow Poem" propelling it, would be as heavy as it was light, not inferior to any saber.

From the moment Ding Peng accepted Jiang Dali’s challenge, he had his hand on the hilt of his blade.

Yet he had not drawn his sword.

Jiang Dali’s hand was also gripping the saber tightly.

But he showed no sign of making a move either.

At this moment, the two stood across a tea table, facing each other like two petrified figures, motionless.

A scene so utterly absurd.

Yet, no one dared to laugh.

Because though they seemed to be merely looking at each other, their attention was fully focused, closely watching each other’s slightest bodily reactions.

A terrifying Saber Qi enveloped the entire courtyard.

Liu Ruosong, standing beside, felt waves of Powerful Energy oscillating back and forth, forcing him to resist with all his might and even contemplate escaping.

Yet, he didn’t want to miss witnessing the duel of these great masters from such a close range, despite the extreme discomfort.

In Ding Peng’s eyes, Jiang Dali seemed covered in flaws, as if a casual slash could finish him off.

However, he knew this was but an illusion.

The flowing, brook-like Qi Mechanism and the contained Sword Intent in the other’s eyes told him that the opponent had reached the stage of integrating emotion with his blade.

Intense in emotion, nurturing the blade.

Divine Intent harmonized, perfectly round as one.

Seemingly riddled with flaws, yet Essence Qi and spirit had already condensed perfectly, ready to unleash a blow that would shatter the sky.

This realization actually filled him with excitement and roused his interest even more, and he said, "Ultimate Emotion Realm, I didn’t expect you to have truly entered this realm.

In this world, apart from Lang Fan Yun from Nu Jiao Island, I’ve seen no one else like you."

The Crescent Moon Saber in his hand suddenly let out a clear ring.

A Demon Nature-infused Sword Intent made the onlookers outside the courtyard nearly suffocate.

The saber in Ding Peng’s hand might look ordinary, plain, not even unsheathed,

but the intimidation of the Sword Intent it emitted was already dazzling and bewildering.

Yet, this was not even the true power of "One Night Listening to Spring Rain in a Small Tower"!

The sudden demonic quality of the blade came not from the blade itself, but the person wielding it.

"Ultimate Emotion... Ultimate Emotion is not my final destination..."

Jiang Dali’s eyes suddenly burst with a strange light, his face serene and waveless, but his eyes seemed to savor the state of everything at that moment.

His spirit seemed to ascend to an even higher realm of cultivation in a flash.

Only through utmost emotion,

Could one reach the ultimate in sword.

Like Forget Oneself, I, No Self, Devilish, and Annihilation, Ultimate Emotion is also a special Heart Realm in the Mixed Martial Arts World, represented naturally by Lang Fan Yun.

Jiang Dali originally only poured his feelings into the saber, treating Wan Wan as the blade in his hand, using it to nurture Extreme Emotion Blade Intent.

But he didn’t expect that during today’s clash with Ding Peng, he would naturally comprehend the state of the Ultimate Emotion Realm.

At that moment, he felt as if all things around him were filled with the breath of life, brimming with ultimate emotion and deeply moving, with regular rhythms and patterns that rose and fell, full of vitality.

Thunder roared in the heart, yet peaceful like a still lake.

The darkest moment,

Is the instant of greatest light.

He exerted force in his palm, the earth trembled, and the Sword Light soared.

The golden knife that shook the Martial World left the ground.

The massive golden blade, like a surging river, suddenly locked down a space, with the speed of lightning and the force of a mountain cleaving, crushing down mightily.

Boom!! ——

Within a two-zhang radius, dense Saber Qi surged like river water, crushing and grinding everything.

The grass on the ground shattered into fine pieces, and the soil turned to mush.

Perhaps even a block of iron would turn to powder under such a fearsome Saber Qi assault.

Let alone a person?

Many onlookers only saw Jiang Dali suddenly draw his saber, and a dazzling sword light as bright as a miniature sun had already engulfed Ding Peng.

Liu Ruosong, who was observing closely within the courtyard, screamed in agony, feeling as if his eyes had been viciously slit by a knife, his spirit as if lacerated by countless small blades, retreating in pain and terror.

But just at that moment, within that blinding sword light like a tiny sun, a bright moon suddenly rose.

A full moon shone in the night sky, its clear light hanging ten thousand miles wide.

Swords as cold as ice outside the palace gates, their shadows dividing the Milky Way near the Northern Dipper.

As the full moon set, the sword light rose.

Which small tower was it, where one listened to the spring rain at night?

The curved blade, the curved sword light, like the moon and stars colliding with the sun, suddenly caused a solar eclipse.

Everyone felt the dazzling sword light in front of them suddenly darken.

Some of the more timid people were even frightened into shouting, stunned and yelling at this extraordinary sight.

"A solar eclipse!"

"A solar eclipse!!"

No one present could discern the changes within Jiang Dali and Ding Peng’s sword light.

They only felt a darkness flash before their eyes.

Blood splattered.

Jiang Dali burst forward with a spray of blood, unleashing a furious slash with his sword!

Clang—

A terrifyingly huge Saber Qi, three zhang thick, bore down fiercely, as dazzling as a great beam of sunlight, filled with a tremendous momentum and an unbreakable Sword Intent to the extreme.

In the extreme of emotion, in the extreme of the Saber, only with extreme emotion could Sword Intent and Saber Qi reach an ultimate level.

At this moment, Jiang Dali’s Affectionate Blade had reached an unprecedented level of power.

Not only the limit of Sword Intent and Saber Qi, but also the limit of strength.

The Affectionate Blade of the Powerful Slash was meant to unleash all the strength and Essence Qi of the body.

It was supposed to be a fierce slash weighing two thousand jin.

At this moment, it wildly increased to a terrifying four thousand jin.

Strength nearly doubled, and naturally, speed more than doubled.

This slash was not only tremendous and fierce, but also unparalleled in speed, pushing Jiang Dali’s body to its limits, his arms in searing pain from the strain.

And then, that full-moon-like sword light rose again.

A sinister and demon-like terrible Sword Intent swept across as if a demon descended upon the world.

The sword light suddenly transformed into a straight line, colliding with the thick Saber Qi at its weakest point.

It was as if a chunk of space had suddenly gone missing.

The changes in sword techniques, all the variables, had become redundant under this strike.

The entire world seemed to pause in that instant!

The next moment!

The thick Saber Qi split into two and abruptly collapsed.

The full-moon-like sword light also instantly shattered and vanished.

Two figures split apart.

Jiang Dali grunted as he staggered back three steps, his wrist that held the sword, along with his shoulder and near the heart, all drenched in fresh blood.

Ding Peng was sent flying like a broken kite, stumbling over a dozen steps upon landing, viciously crashing into the courtyard wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his sword-holding arm trembling, blood oozing from his split tiger’s mouth, his already pale complexion turning several shades whiter.

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

They all held their breath; no one shouted or made a commotion, their eyes filled with fear, foreheads soaked with sweat, still reeling from the lightning-fast clash of sword light.

Although other than Jiang Dali and Ding Peng, no one could make out the deeper shifts in sword techniques.

Even without understanding, they all felt its intensity, a tremor of awe.

It was an indescribable sensation, understood but not conveyed in words.

It was like someone from the mountains suddenly beholding the vast ocean, or someone from the jungle suddenly seeing a bustling city.

Unknowing, yet astonished!

Liu Ruosong in the courtyard was already scared to the ground, his body limp and prostrate in a corner, his forehead icy cold, his back drenched in cold sweat.

He dared not look at Ding Peng or Jiang Dali anymore.

For his heart was full of fear.

Only then did he realize how laughable his thoughts of biding his time and seeking revenge against Ding Peng in the future truly were.

Just that recent battle had made him truly understand the words Jiang Dali had said before. They were not sarcasm, but a genuine warning.

"Some, even with a Demon Blade in hand, can never become a god among swordsmen."

"Some sword techniques, in some hands, become divine, but in others, they are worthless. What suits you best, is always the best for you."

Liu Ruosong gave a bitter smile, understanding that his self-confidence and pride had completely crumbled.

"Who won?"

"Seems like our village chief won? Look at our village chief’s blood bar, it’s much longer than Ding Peng’s."

"Awesome! Black Wind Village Chief is awesome! Black Wind Village is awesome!"

The Players surrounding the scene were now reacting.

Those from Black Wind Village, in particular, felt an excited sense of shared glory.

The name of Demonic Saber Ding Peng had spread throughout the Martial World over a month ago during the big incident at Moon Villa.

The Li Family, one of the Four Great Families, also released information about ancient texts related to Ding Peng, allowing Players to understand his prowess.

Now, the Black Wind Village Chief seemed to have defeated Demonic Saber Ding Peng, and in a duel of sword techniques, no less, seemingly enhancing the Black Wind Village Chief’s fame even further.

But at this moment, within the courtyard, Jiang Dali shook his head with a smile, twirled the golden knife onto his back, and said to Ding Peng, "You still won."

At this, many Players were taken aback, assuming the Black Wind Village Chief was too modest.

However, Ding Peng nodded and then shook his head, wiping the blood from his mouth, "The victory was not easy for me; it seems I had underestimated you before... In the future, if you really pursue the Annihilation Sword Dao, I’d actually like to have another battle with you."

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