Martial Saint!
Chapter 180 - 0146 Fist and Sword Cross (4k)

Chapter 180: 0146 Fist and Sword Cross (4k)

In this vast mountain forest, Lu Chenzhou felt an unprecedented sense of confidence and tranquility. He was the master here, the king who patrolled the woods!

Zheng Shaocong performed a Sword Flower, then, with his backhand, placed his sword on his back and said coldly,

"I’m done running. Let’s see how the legendary cultivator who masters both inner and outer techniques fares."

He too was a genius, naturally possessing his own pride.

After saluting with a fist, Lu Chenzhou confidently said,

"Please enlighten me!"

Lu Chenzhou had always crossed fists with Fist Techniques.

Today was finally the chance to spar with the legendary Sword Cultivator.

Zheng Shaocong composed his breath, his left hand forming a seal with the palm facing down, the index and middle fingers together and pointing straight out. Then his figure shot forward, the right arm wielding the sword moved to attack.

"My practiced sword technique, known as ’Yellow Dragon Sword Skill’, is one of the Dragon Form Swordsmanship created by Huangshan Martial Arts University. Today, I’ll test your Tiger Form Fist Boxing!"

"Bring it on!"

Lu Chenzhou advanced with a bow step, his right palm pushing horizontally. Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, the sword blade and the fist cover collided, sending sparks flying everywhere, the buzzing sound echoing through the forest.

"Thrilling!"

Feeling the vibration in his right palm, Lu Chenzhou moved erratically, darting forward with an arrow step to close the distance with Zheng Shaocong. The so-called longer reach equates to greater strength, but in close-range combat, fists and swords meet, and one would usually be at a disadvantage. The aim was to fight at close quarters.

Zheng Shaocong naturally knew this. His figure kept retreating, with the Qingfeng Sword in his hands, sweeping left and right to block Lu Chenzhou’s fists, while infusing his Dark Force into the sword tip to swiftly stab at Lu Chenzhou’s vital spots such as the throat and solar plexus. Though Lu Chenzhou wore a protective suit, he dared not let a Ninth Rank expert stab him. Parrying while closing in, he kept a lookout in all directions for the right moment to launch a fierce attack.

"Yellow Dragon pummels through!"

The long sword, at a tricky angle, passed through Lu Chenzhou’s fist palm and thrust towards his forehead. He tilted his head and the long sword ended up stabbing into the tree behind him. The horrifying penetration power, paired with C9 alloy, instantly pierced through the tree. Lu Chenzhou took advantage of the moment before Zheng Shaocong could withdraw his sword, aiming a Tiger Claw toward his opponent’s throat. Zheng Shaocong leaped up, releasing the long sword, and upon landing swiftly grabbed it to stab out like a dragon, his Dark Force bursting, slicing horizontally!

The long sword sliced through half of a tree trunk and slid out, colliding with Lu Chenzhou’s fist.

"Good reflexes."

Lu Chenzhou, like a tiger, climbed the tree in stride and then, like a swallow, skimmed through the air, dodging his opponent’s fierce and dense sword attacks. He was neither hurried nor slow as he circled around Zheng Shaocong, who was backed against a boulder, the long sword aimed at Lu Chenzhou.

Zheng Shaocong suggested,

"It seems our strength is evenly matched. How about we just leave it here?"

Lu Chenzhou laughed,

"Brother Zheng, aren’t you getting cold feet?"

"Then let’s continue."

Zheng Shaocong no longer held back. With a loud shout, he advanced with his sword swinging in large, open arcs, trying to overwhelm Lu Chenzhou with his presence. The sword slashing through the air, Lu Chenzhou supported his Fist Blade and deflected the blows from left to right, while twisting his body sideways to push through, bending over with a Leg Sweep aiming at his opponent’s lower body. Zheng Shaocong lifted his sword and took to the air while changing from slashing to chopping, streaks of cold light appearing in the thicket, shrubs were flattened, and leaves scattered. More sword marks surfaced on the ground. Lu Chenzhou steadily pressed forward, calmly countering the sword moves. With his Mountain Crossing Body and Tiger Shadow Mysterious Steps, he moved effortlessly through the woods, using the vegetation and rocks as cover to make his opponent’s attacks either miss or get caught by his Fist Blade, not a single blow reaching him.

In just five minutes, they had exchanged hundreds of moves. Sweat streamed down Zheng Shaocong’s forehead, and he was slightly out of breath. The longer the fight went on, the more he felt surrounded by the enemy, constantly feeling as if from behind the bushes and trees a large tiger might pounce at him at any moment.

This was the essence of the Tiger Shadow Mysterious Steps.

The more complex the environment, the more powerful the technique.

Conversely, in open terrain, the effect was mediocre.

Lu Chenzhou attacked from behind. Zheng Shaocong leaned back, counter-stabbing with his sword, clanging against the Fist Blade. Before he could swiftly withdraw the sword, he felt something seemed to have hooked onto his long sword. He pulled hard, turning around to look, only to find that Lu Chenzhou’s Fist Blade had extended its blades at some point, trapping the long sword in between.

"Damn, I forgot these Fist Blades usually have a hidden mechanism."

Zheng Shaocong was somewhat panicked. His withdrawal of the sword failed, so he decisively abandoned it, stepping back quickly. The next moment, Lu Chenzhou’s high side kick swung through empty space.

Zheng Shaochong let out a breath, feeling a close shave.

His handsome face was nearly hit.

Clang! Lu Chenzhou planted the long sword in a green stone behind him.

"Brother Zheng, please hand over the Token and the nameplate. Let’s stop here. You’re a Sword Cultivator, and without a weapon now, how could you possibly be my match?"

Zheng Shaocong’s face went through various changes, but ultimately, with a red face, he admitted,

"I lost."

He threw the Jade Token and nameplate that were hanging on his waist on the ground and then moved away, standing with his hands behind him. After Lu Chenzhou had collected the spoils, he said,

"Would you mind returning my long sword?"

Lu Chenzhou smiled slightly and pulled out the long sword.

He flicked it with his finger, creating a resonant hum.

"Good sword. Is it a Void Blade?"

"Yes."

"How much did it cost?"

"Ten million."

Lu Chenzhou flung the long sword, sticking it into the tree trunk next to Zheng Shaocong. Zheng Shaocong pulled out the long sword, his expression dejected, not expecting the fight to end so soon.

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky.

He was wearing the uniform of the competition staff, exuding the aura of a Martial Artist.

"Huangshan Martial Arts University, Zheng Shaocong, has been eliminated."

Zheng Shaocong was escorted away by the staff, and he asked unwillingly,

"Am I the first to be eliminated?"

"No, you’re the second."

"Huh, is there someone who was defeated earlier than me?"

"Yes. He Ling from Dragon City Martial Arts University, eliminated one minute before you."