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Chapter 1435 - 1428: Farewell from an Elder Brother

Chapter 1435: Chapter 1428: Farewell from an Elder Brother

The two fighters drew closer and closer as their duel progressed. Logically, the closer the distance, the more dangerous the Qi Force becomes, for with a reduced gap, their attacks become harder to avoid in time. Yet despite this, both continued to unleash their Qi Force against one another, and for a moment, airwaves burst forth in all directions. Swords and spears had not met, but they had already exchanged dozens of moves.

After more than thirty exchanges, the distance between them had closed to less than a meter, prompting both to simultaneously strike out with their palms. Following that, their palms collided with great force.

Indeed, as Dual Dao experts, when Feng clashed palms with Yichuan Long, she distinctly felt his powerful demonic energy.

When it came to reserves of magic power, there was no doubt that Yichuan Long’s reserves were much higher than hers. Furthermore, the meridians in his body were much stronger than Feng’s. It was hard to imagine that Yichuan Long, a young Dual Dao Cultivator, could actually be stronger than Feng, who only practiced the Royal Dao—like a top student scoring a hundred percent in every subject.

At the moment of contact, both stepped back. Feng coughed violently and, leaning on her long sword planted in the ground, barely managed to stand. As for Yichuan Long, he fared much better; merely shaking off the numbness in his arm, his face betrayed little discomfort.

"Good skills!" Despite the situation, Yichuan Long couldn’t help but voice his admiration.

"You’re the same," Feng responded in the not-so-fluent Kyushu language.

"Shall we continue, without using inner power?" Yichuan Long waggled his long spear.

"That would be perfect," Feng replied with an excited grin.

She seemed to be facing such a master for the first time and couldn’t help feeling competitive, eager to spar thoroughly with Yichuan Long.

Therefore, she intentionally rotated her blade so that its back was facing Yichuan Long, to prevent her own long sword from chopping his spear in half.

Feng, though a Royal Dao expert, was still more accustomed to using the sword techniques taught by the Oracle Religion—from the Western Continent’s unmatched swordsmanship.

A brief separation ensued, after which they entangled again. Yichuan Long thrust rapidly, his spear’s tip striking like lightning at Feng’s vital points, but she dodged them all, which only excited Yichuan Long even more.

He too was encountering such a master for the first time, someone who had not once clashed weapons with him, but had dodged his attacks solely through her agility. He had initially thought Feng was merely a Royal Dao Cultivator, but now it appeared she was also a Dual Dao expert like himself.

Feng seemed to be in a tight spot during the first bout, with Yichuan Long mostly on the offensive and Feng evading. But in reality, Feng’s dodging was effortless, and she wasn’t attacking immediately only because she was looking for the right moment.

After breaking contact again and catching their breath, they clashed once more. Without the enhancement of magic power, Yichuan Long still proved to be an impeccable spear expert. His spear technique was fast, accurate and ruthless—only Feng could dodge it. Had it been anyone else, they would likely have been struck already.

Feng waited for an opportunity, for a chance to strike a fatal blow. Relying on her agility to avoid most attacks, she used the back of her sword to parry several potentially deadly strikes until she finally found an opening in Yichuan Long’s defense. Then, with a twist of her sword, she swung her blade.

Unaware of the sharpness of Feng’s sword, Yichuan Long instinctively swung his spear to block and did not expect that it would get sliced like clay against the edge of her sword and be cut in half.

Startled, Yichuan Long broke out in cold sweat and awkwardly stepped back to barely avoid the attack.

But Feng’s assault didn’t stop there. Disregarding Yichuan Long’s astonishment, she pressed her attack. He quickly discarded his spear and moved to meet her attack with his palm. It proved that, although Feng’s sword could cut through his spear effortlessly, it was no match for his body protected by True Qi.

After several rounds of attack, Feng only managed to tear his armor in a few places but couldn’t harm him directly. In desperation, she thought of drawing her gun, reaching toward her waist to prepare to do so.

"Stop fighting, please stop... Brother, don’t fight them..." At that moment, Yichuan Ying suddenly rushed towards the two, completely disregarding their ongoing battle.

Feng was the first to react, immediately stepping back and turning around, and with the back of her sword parried Yichuan Ying, grabbing her wrist with one hand to keep her from advancing further.

"Let go of my sister!" Yichuan Long saw this and immediately shouted sternly.

However, Feng didn’t obey his command, instead, she continued to widen the gap between herself and Yichuan Ying while she held on, glaring at him with hostility.

"Feng, let go of her, Yichuan Ying is our friend, we can’t do this," Cheng Ziang ran up to their side and spoke to Feng.

Upon hearing his request, Feng turned her head to look at him and then let go of Yichuan Ying. She didn’t really intend to hold Yichuan Ying hostage, otherwise, she wouldn’t have used the back of the knife to hold her.

"Yichuan Ying, do you want to go back with your brother?" Cheng Ziang held onto Yichuan Ying and asked.

"I, I..." Yichuan Ying glanced at him and then at Yichuan Long, who was not far away; she suddenly found herself at a loss for words.

"Do you really want to return to the Yichuan Family and continue to be that disposable pawn? Don’t forget, who it was that sent someone to kill you," Cheng Ziang asked seriously.

"I, I..." Torn, Yichuan Ying suddenly let out a sob and crouched on the ground, crying softly.

"I came here not to take Ah Mei away, but to bid her farewell," Yichuan Long said leisurely, looking at the broken spear in his hands.

His words were shocking, not only to Cheng Ziang and the others, but even Yichuan Ying herself was startled by what he said, and she stopped crying, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Ah Mei," Yichuan Long looked at Yichuan Ying tenderly and said earnestly, "They say you betrayed and framed the Yichuan Clan, but in my eyes, you have your reasons. I can understand, and I can support you. If betraying the Yichuan Clan can bring you a better future, then you should do it. Big brother won’t stop you."

"Big brother..." The words from Yichuan Long were like the turning of a floodgate for Yichuan Ying, who had never received recognition, and now she suddenly couldn’t help but burst into tears on the ground.

"I’m sorry, little sister..." Seeing Yichuan Ying crying tearfully, Yichuan Long’s eyes also reddened slightly as he lowered his head and said with guilt, "I know you’ve suffered a lot in the family. To our father, you’re nothing but an expendable presence. Big brother really wanted to help you. I diligently practiced cultivation, I studied hard, all to fight for a better life for you. But as long as father is around, no matter what I do, it’s all in vain. I care about you so much, yet I’m unable to help you..."

"They mock you, and I could only watch... They bully you, and I could only watch... Even when father wanted to sacrifice you, I could only watch... Big brother is powerless, unable to protect you. If you have found your future, don’t care about the family or me, be brave and go for it. Even if you become the family’s enemy, even if we stand opposed, big brother will still support you."

"I’m sorry... Big brother..." Yichuan Ying cried so hard she could hardly speak.

"Don’t say sorry, the one who should be apologizing is me," Yichuan Long said as his eyes reddened, revealing a self-deprecating smile, "What good am I, a fierce general of the Empire, when I can’t even protect my own little sister?"

"Big brother... I don’t want to leave you..." Yichuan Ying sobbed.

"Heh, don’t say things like that. You’ve grown up, you’re not the same person who needed my protection, and besides, I never was able to protect you properly..." Yichuan Long said, biting his lip and showing a remorseful expression.

After a moment, he lifted his head and looked down at Cheng Ziang from his elevated position: "Stranger, what should I call you?"

"Leon, you can just call me Leon," Cheng Ziang replied cautiously.

"Yichuan Long!" Yichuan Long introduced himself in return.

"I know, you are Yichuan Ying’s older brother," Cheng Ziang nodded as he spoke.

"Heh, can I take that as mocking me..." Yichuan Long said, revealing that self-deprecating smile again.

Taking a deep breath, he once again turned to Cheng Ziang and demanded, "You are... from the Demon Clan, right?"

Faced with the question, Cheng Ziang narrowed his eyes and did not answer him.

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