Chapter 291: Final Kill
Chen Chuan could sense that You Xing's breathing was relatively steady but slightly uneven. For a fighter like him to experience this, it meant that his injuries were more serious than they appeared, and it was likely that his internal alienated tissues were also damaged.
Based on his experience, he could tell that the injury had occurred at most half an hour ago, but there were no signs of a fight. If the person did not have a hobby of self-harm, then this was most likely related to a ghost story.
It seems that it was his successful resistance that caused this person the trouble at the moment.
But next, he can help this person get rid of these.
He looked at the long stick pointing at him, stuck the Xuejun Knife into the ground, held the handle and walked forward. With a friction sound, he slowly pulled the knife out.
You Xing didn't wait for his sword to be completely unsheathed. He kicked out with the single leg that supported him from below, and his body moved along with it. With the push of his back hand, he thrust the stick forward, and the front end suddenly poked towards Chen Chuan.
Chen Chuan drew the blade and placed it horizontally in front of him. With a clang, he felt a strong force rushing towards him. The force it carried came in layers, first along the blade, then along the arm holding the blade and into his body, making him feel as if he was pushed to the spot and unable to move himself.
If he had not mastered the force-unloading technique before and instinctively used the alienated tissue to eliminate these forces, the blade might have slipped out of his hand without using his second self.
A skilled opponent?
He couldn't help but think of what Teacher Zheng said, that this kind of opponent was the one he hated the most, and if he met one, he had to kill him as soon as possible.
You Xing held the end of the stick in one hand, maintaining a steady forward thrust, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sure enough, he took the medicine."
This was just a test. If he hadn't taken the medicine, a fighter below the third level would have no chance of keeping up with his previous moves and would be killed with one stick.
Although the effect of the medicine usually does not last too long, it seems that he can save effort by just waiting for the effect to wear off, but he did not dare to delay at this moment.
Since the other party came alone, he must have made preparations. Maybe reinforcements would come later. Moreover, this place was obviously exposed. He had to kill the man as soon as possible so that he could evacuate early.
Chen Chuan stared ahead. Although what Teacher Zheng said was correct, he did not have Teacher Zheng's skills. Moreover, this was a rare opponent. He had to use this person to hone his swordsmanship.
In the past, the high state after the second self overlapped was time-limited, but now his main body can reach this state, and the second self can withstand various insults, so there is no need to rush to pursue results.
You know, it’s not easy to find a sparring partner.
He exerted a little force on his hand, and with a clang, the Xuejun Sword was completely pulled out. He slowly raised the sword and pointed it forward.
At a certain distance, the front ends of the two weapons slowly approached each other. Both men maintained a certain posture and took even breaths. But at the moment when the two weapons were about to come together, both men moved at the same time!
The two weapons collided with a clang. On Youxing's side, at the moment when he used the long stick to knock the blade open, the front end of the stick also tilted slightly outwards.
At this time, his upper arms did not move, but his center of gravity sank and lifted, and his wrist twisted, and a rotating force was drawn out from below, gathering together layer by layer, and then went to the long stick.
At this moment, the stick that was originally slightly bent toward the outside suddenly straightened. He took another half step forward and pushed it forward. All the strength quickly gathered at the front end of the stick and poked it towards Chen Chuan's head again.
Chen Chuan removed the shock that had seeped into the blade during the collision, then lifted the blade up and placed it on the necessary route. Although he successfully deflected the long stick, the force from it caused the blade to tremble. The subtle force continued to penetrate into his body, and even if he tried to reduce it, he still felt a tingling and numb feeling.
The front end of the stick broke through the rain curtain and was exposed to the rain coming from behind. The rain there seemed to explode and scattered outwards, which shows how strong the force was.
You Xing used his back hand to push again, changing from a poke to a sweep, and pushed it sideways. Chen Chuan leaned forward to dodge, and was about to raise his knife to chop him, but he saw the stick was showing signs of sweeping back. He stepped back again, and a strong wind swept past his cheek with a dull sound, even lifting the hair on his forehead.
At this time, he was already sticking to the rain curtain, so he simply took a few steps back and retreated to the flat ground outside the eaves.
You Xing seemed to be catching up on time, always keeping a distance from Chen Chuan where the tip of his stick could just touch him. After he went out of the door, he moved forward quickly and chopped the stick diagonally again. This time, Chen Chuan took advantage of the inconvenience of swinging the stick because he was passing through the door, took a step forward, blocked the stick with his sword, and tried to break into the inner circle to launch the sword attack.
As the force collided with the long stick, the stick shook, instantly dissipating the force. At the same time, it pressed down again, instantly pressing down the raised blade. There was a sticky force on it, and Chen Chuan couldn't dissolve it for a while. The long sword was twisted twice by the stick, and the long stick suddenly pushed it out.
Originally, after these two bursts of accumulation of power, this move could have sent the long sword flying, and even the whole person moving with it, but Youxing's alienated tissue was damaged, and the force was not sufficient, so he was unable to deliver his full strength.
Chen Chuan felt a strong force coming from his hand, as if someone grabbed the blade and pulled it to the side. He stepped back and sank his center of gravity. The two sets of alienated tissues simultaneously formed a sinking force, holding the blade firmly, and his body did not even shake.
At this time, the water mist that exploded when the stick was first poked out finally dissipated completely in the air. The cool water droplets fell on the two people with the wind, and the surrounding branches and rain curtains also swayed.
You Xing used up all his strength on the stick, then pulled his hands back while taking a deep breath.
Chen Chuan tore off his coat, revealing the black casual clothes underneath. Raindrops fell on his body, and wisps of faint white mist drifted out from his body. Under the light in front of the door, it seemed as if he was covered with a layer of white light.
He held the knife with his backhand, supported the back of the knife with one hand, and stared at the front. This was exactly the opponent he was expecting. Through actual combat, he could also experience and understand more.
You Xing's bloodshot eyes stared at him, with Guidan staring at him from behind. He just wanted to end the battle quickly and resolve the imminent crisis, so after a slight adjustment, without any nonsense, he rushed forward a few steps, moved his hands forward, held the stick behind his back, turned around suddenly, and swung the long stick out with the help of the spinning force. The rain in front seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and a semicircular shock wave appeared.
After Chen Chuan stepped back to avoid the attack, he saw that the range of his moves was widening. He immediately took advantage of the long stick to move to the side to block the direction with his knife, and then he took a leap forward. The bricks and stones under his feet collapsed with a loud bang, and the broken part outside his body was swept forward by him before it even hit the ground.
But You Xing held the stick with his front hand, and pressed down with his back hand as the axis, deliberately exposing the back part of the stick handle and prying it up, accurately hitting the front end of the knife, knocking the knife open while pressing down with his front hand again, and the stick turned and fell towards him.
Chen Chuan was cleverly guided by him, and the blade could not help but rise up. The hole was exposed, but he did not force it at this time. Instead, he raised his hand along with the force, faced the incoming stick, and continued to step forward, and lifted the handle of the long sword upwards, and with a bang, it hit the falling stick.
At the moment of the collision, a force poured down from the stick, causing a large piece of the place where his feet were standing to shatter, and his feet were almost buried in it.
He did not use all of his alienated tissue to withstand this attack. He would do so during practice, but at this moment he would rather let his muscles and bones bear it, because this would allow his alienated tissue to be fully mobilized.
He was not good at using skills, but he could overwhelm his opponent with pure strength. This hard fight was the opportunity he had been waiting for. At this moment, he took a deep breath, and the alienated tissues in his body were violently pulled. An extremely powerful force burst out from the place where the stick and the knife touched.
You Xing immediately felt the change in force. He could have dissipated it, but the damage to the alienated tissue prevented him from making such a timely and subtle change. As a result, the stick was hit and bounced upwards, and he was driven back two steps by the force on it.
Chen Chuan would not let go of this opportunity. He suddenly slashed down at the man with the knife that was already raised in both hands. You Xing turned the stick with both hands while retreating and held it horizontally in front of him.
With a bang, the force of the chopping came down, and his knees bent involuntarily. His feet sank, not only stepping into the floor, but also his ankles were buried in the soil below, as if they were nailed down.
He immediately realized that something was wrong. Without the support of his body, the power of the stick would be reduced by half.
Chen Chuan wanted to force the other person to fight him head-on. You Xing was stunned on the spot, which made him find the rhythm of his previous training.
While pressing down, he dragged it back, turned his wrist, and made a counter-attack. You Xing's eyes focused, and he grasped the stick with both hands and pushed it to the side quickly. He intended to use the force to push himself forward while blocking the knife, but the power from the knife was light and fluttering, and there was no such strong force as before.
Because he also had the skills to distribute and mobilize the alienated organization, this misjudgment did not cause him to use too much strength, but his own injuries made his idea of escaping fail. At this time, Chen Chuan used the knife's momentum again and chopped down again, so he had to raise the stick to block it again.
Chen Chuan slashed out more than ten times in a row. Although You Xing was stuck in place and unable to move, he blocked each blow with incredible precision. Relying on his solid basic skills, he never made any mistakes or had any defensive loopholes.
Because the two men fought too quickly, the powerful force and movements brought about a whistling airflow, and the rain that blew in was splashed out before it fell on them. Even the brick and wood fragments produced by the collision were swept out. The lights on the ceiling shook violently, as if a vortex expanding outward had formed with the two men as the center.
You Xing had reached his limit at this moment. Due to the inconvenience of movement, many of his skills were difficult to use. The power transmitted from Chen Chuandao was real. Although each impact eliminated a part of it through alienation and organization, it still knocked him down a little bit each time. Now the soil below was almost buried up to his calves.
And because he had lost the initiative, his injured alienated tissues could not recover, so when the 21st sword came, he lost his strength, and the stick suddenly slipped out of his hand and swung far away, leaving his chest wide open. Then a cold light flashed, and when he saw clearly, the long sword had already pierced through his heart.
He looked up at Chen Chuan's calm eyes, knowing what was going to happen next. A look of fear appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Wait, wait, I..."
Chen Chuan said apologetically, "Sorry to bother you. Goodbye." He put his other hand on the back of the knife, stepped back, and suddenly drew the knife. He turned around and swung it, and the blade passed from behind. With a "swish", You Xing's head flew out and rolled in front of the stone sculpture of a civet cat. It bumped into it, rolled back, and then stopped.
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(End of this chapter)
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