The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 165 - 159 Sword Fight (Part 2) (4000-word Chapter, combined)

Chapter 165: Chapter 159 Sword Fight (Part 2) (4000-word Chapter, combined)

"You fight to the death, there’s no such thing as friendly advice!"

As Qing Yu’s words faded away, his figure suddenly vanished, employing "Colorless Transformation" to create the illusion of invisibility with his swift movement.

The next moment, a sharp sword light attacked Heiqi Longzhi’s blind spot from the left side.

"Clang—"

The sword strike, which Qing Yu thought would be a certain hit, was however parried by Heiqi Longzhi.

"Oh..." Qing Yu let out a long sound of surprise as three illusions separated from his body, all wielding swords around Heiqi Longzhi.

"Light Transformation."

Four Qing Yus, both real and false, attacked simultaneously, each with different sword forms. The sword light shone brightly, illuminating the small area where the two clashed.

Faced with the encircling sword shadows, Heiqi Longzhi’s face remained as placid as an ancient well, without a trace of panic. His katana traced smooth circles in the air, deftly blocking every sword strike from Qing Yu.

His offensive stalled, Qing Yu’s figure shifted, darting to a distance to quietly observe Heiqi Longzhi as he reset to his starting stance.

Watching the Japanese samurai, around thirty years of age, Qing Yu admitted he was genuinely interested in this duel.

Since mastering the "Kuihua Treasure," Qing Yu’s speed had far surpassed that of a common Martial Artist of the Innate Realm. With movement techniques such as "Instantaneous Thousand Miles" and "Dragon Escape Nine Transformations," other Innate Realm Martial Artists who were slower than Qing Yu usually lost their heads in just two or three moves.

Just like the Japanese Ninja who was easily slain by Qing Yu using "Taiyi Splitting Light Sword" moments ago. Although Heiqi Longzhi struggled to counter due to Qing Yu’s sudden and overwhelming assault, even if faced head-on, he would have still met the same fate within two or three strikes.

But this Japanese samurai named Heiqi Longzhi was different from the others; while his movement speed was slower than Qing Yu’s, his striking speed was on par. The ferocity and intensity of the Japan Sword Dao were truly embodied in him; he had mastered its essence.

Heiqi Longzhi had the skill to wound Qing Yu, and overcoming him required more than just speed, as was the case with the lesser opponents Qing Yu had faced before. He had to use his true power—a fact Qing Yu was certain of.

However, this was also good. Only by fighting with all one’s might could one improve; there’s no growth in bullying the weak.

Qing Yu raised his sword and, with a flash of movement, launched another assault. His dual swords, seemingly one, split into separate strikes in the moment of attack, each sword light dividing yet still retaining the power of dual swords.

"Taiyi Splitting Light Sword: One Origin Rebirth Void."

The combined force of the dual swords managed to hold up against the fierce slashes of Heiqi Longzhi’s katana. Moreover, Qi Yu’s dual swords had the advantage of doubling the points of attack.

One man as equal to two, Qing Yu firmly gained the upper hand with the numerical advantage.

Suddenly, Qing Yu’s technique shifted: his swords divided Yin and Yang, one forceful, one gentle. The gentle Yanguided away the ferocity of Heiqi Longzhi’s blade strikes, while the forceful Yang was expansive and maximally aggressive.

Heiqi Longzhi felt as though his katana was mired in mud, unable to find leverage, and repeatedly assailed by the resolute, overpowering sword forms. When he sought an opportunity to strike back against the assertive sword, intending to counter strength with ferocity, he found the other exchanged hardness with softness, the old Yin producing Shaoyang, the old Yang yielding Shaoyin; the cycle of Yin and Yang eluded grasp, casting him back into the mire—such frustration was blood boiling.

This was the crux of "Qiankun Floating without Sun and Moon, Inverting Yin and Yang to Move Kunlun" – the profound Yin Yang changes of the Taiyi Splitting Light Sword.

Confronted with such adversity, Heiqi Longzhi was forced to retreat, and within moments, though no severe injuries befell him, numerous minor wounds bled profusely, making him appear as though death was not far off.

Yet, this predicament served to ignite the fierceness innate in Heiqi Longzhi. The Japan Martial Arts were known for their brutality and intensity, and the design of the samurai’s katana was geared towards cutting down the enemy, naturally exuding a murderous aura.

"Ha—"

With a loud battle cry, Heiqi Longzhi abandoned defense, his katana slashing like a storm, each strike with all his might, neck and neck with Qing Yu for a decisive life-and-death struggle.

In face of such desperate combat, Qing Yu remained unfazed—protected by "Innate Gang Qi," he countered onslaught with onslaught, speed with speed.

"Wind and Cloud Change Color and Fill the Sky."

His dual swords, like thunderbolts, whistled through the air with Qi Force as fierce as Heiqi Longzhi’s.

As if thunder and lightning bore through the sky, the net of sword light clashed with the opposing storm-like sword force, producing a distinct and delightful collision sound akin to rain pattering on banana leaves.

Sword wielding, katana swinging, both aiming to cut down the enemy, they appeared possessed, hurling themselves into the fray—one confident in the protective Gang Qi, the other a cornered beast, both determined to fell the other beneath their own blade.

The reckless duel without defense soon drew towards its inevitable conclusion. A will unafraid of death ultimately cannot prevent its arrival, for Heiqi Longzhi’s body welled with blood, and countless injuries pushed him to the brink. After all, if mere willpower were effective, what would be the point of cultivating Martial Arts?

His ability to wield the katana faltered due to the injuries, and within a strike or two, the practitioner of Liusheng New Yin Style would be meeting his end on the soil of the Central Plains.

However, just at that moment, a series of inharmonious sounds interrupted, blending discordant noise into the rhythm of katana against sword.

The next moment, Qing Yu discerned the source of the discordant sound. No, it shouldn’t be said that he heard the sound because, at that moment, Qing Yu could not hear. His superior eyesight spotted the cracks spreading on his weapons—yes, Qing Yu’s dual swords could not hold on any longer.

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