At the top of the tall building, a figure stood proudly, seemingly one with heaven and earth.
This man was none other than Huang Ying, a renowned figure in the martial arts world. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his face was cold and stern, and he exuded a chilling aura.
Below, many martial arts practitioners looked up and whispered among themselves.
"Look, that must be the Imperial Shadow, right?" someone exclaimed, pointing high up.
"That sheer aura alone is enough to impress anyone," another person echoed, nodding in praise.
Everyone's gaze immediately fell on the object Huang Ying was carrying on his back. It was a long sword with a unique shape and a cold light, which must be the legendary Jingji Sword.
"I wonder if Wang Yang is really in this small town?" another person asked.
"If this information is wrong, wouldn't we have made a wasted trip and missed this potentially spectacular match?" A worried voice came from the crowd.
However, Huang Ying seemed oblivious to the clamor around him, her expression remaining cold as she stared ahead.
Time ticked by, but Wang Yang still hadn't appeared. Huang Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, a hint of impatience flashing within them, then shouted again, "Wang Yang!"
Its sound exploded in the air like thunder, echoing throughout the entire town.
"Aren't you going to show yourself? Or are you going to be a coward for the rest of your life?" Huang Ying's words were full of provocation and contempt.
Just then, a soft sound of footsteps approached from afar.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people walking slowly and calmly. The person in the lead was dressed in a long, snow-white robe, his clothes fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth.
This man has sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a face as beautiful as jade, and a handsome appearance. Who else could he be but Wang Yang?
After Wang Yang arrived, he merely glanced at Huang Ying on the high-rise building, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
Although Huang Ying was known as the "Number One Swordsman" in Japan, in Wang Yang's eyes, he was nothing more than an insignificant ant.
"Huang Ying, I'm somewhat surprised that you're in such a hurry to come and seek death." Wang Yang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, but his tone was extremely indifferent.
His words caused a huge stir, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the start of this fierce battle.
"Huh?" A surprised voice suddenly came from the crowd. Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a strange man slowly walking over.
"Who is this person?" someone asked curiously.
"Could it be... Wang Yang?" another person guessed.
"So young, yet surrounded by so many beauties, it must be Wang Yang without a doubt," another person chimed in.
"I never expected Wang Yang to appear in this small town." People started whispering and discussing among themselves.
"Great! Now we're in for a good show!" Some busybodies were already eagerly anticipating the exciting scenes that might unfold next.
At this moment, Huang Ying's sharp gaze, as sharp as lightning, fell directly on Wang Yang.
Despite Huang Ying's oppressive gaze, Wang Yang remained calm and composed. He looked back at Huang Ying with a firm and unwavering expression.
After staring at each other for a moment, Huang Ying broke the silence first, coldly saying, "Make your move, Wang Yang!"
His voice was as cold and piercing as if it came from the deepest hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Then he added, "If I draw my sword, you will have no chance." His words were full of confidence and disdain for Wang Yang.
Hearing Huang Ying's arrogant and conceited words, Wang Yang merely gave a cold laugh and replied, "How dare you preemptively say what I, the Alliance Leader, was about to say?" His tone was relaxed and casual, but the provocation it contained was self-evident.
"Hmph!" Huang Ying snorted coldly upon hearing this. With this snort, his aura suddenly surged, and a powerful pressure instantly spread outwards. Everyone around felt an invisible pressure and involuntarily retreated.
However, Wang Yang was completely unfazed by Huang Ying's astonishing burst of power. In his eyes, although Huang Ying was quite strong, he was only slightly stronger than Po Jun, whom he had easily defeated before.
Back then, he defeated Po Jun effortlessly and seized the Greedy Wolf Sword and the Heavenly Blade from him. Now, dealing with a mere Huang Ying is naturally a piece of cake.
As Huang Ying's murderous hand was about to strike, the tension reached its peak. Just then, a delicate shout rang out from where Shi Qingxuan was: "Huang Ying, hold on!"
Upon hearing the shout, Huang Ying abruptly stopped. His already icy eyes now shone like cold stars as he stared intently at Shi Qingxuan, his face full of ferocity as he said, "Little brat, are you tired of living? How dare you stop me?"
Faced with Huang Ying's fierce aura and harsh words, Shi Qingxuan's heart trembled, but she still suppressed her fear, took a deep breath to adjust herself, and hurriedly spoke.
"Senior Huangying, I have something I would like to ask you for your guidance and verification."
Do you feel that the knife in your hand has become your only sustenance and pursuit in this life, and that you would even disregard the life and death of your wife and children for it?
I've heard that you were so obsessed with practicing swordsmanship that you neglected your family, ultimately leading to the death of your young daughter from starvation, and your wife's despair and suicide by throwing herself against a knife. Is this true?
As soon as Shi Qingxuan finished speaking, the many martial arts practitioners who had been watching the battle erupted in an uproar.
"What? Such a thing actually happened?" someone exclaimed in disbelief.
"No way? Did I hear that right?" The other person also looked astonished.
"This Huang Ying would actually abandon his own flesh and blood and his wife for a broken knife? He's utterly heartless and inhuman!" another person angrily cursed.
Immediately, various discussions arose one after another, and the gazes of the crowd toward Huang Ying were filled with shock, anger, and contempt.
"Unexpectedly, the once-renowned master Huang Ying has now become a madman who only knows how to wield his sword and kill, completely reduced to a slave to his blade. It's truly pitiful and lamentable!" Some even shook their heads and sighed.
"..."
Upon hearing Shi Qingxuan's questioning words, Huang Ying's previously calm brows furrowed slightly, and a cold glint instantly appeared on his face. He said indifferently, his expressionless voice chilling, as if devoid of any emotion.
Then, Huang Ying continued in an almost ruthless tone, "Deep in my heart, there is no room for anything else but the Silent Blade."
His gaze was firm and resolute, seemingly unwavering in his pursuit of his goals.
"Whether it is the affection for my wife and daughters, vast wealth, or illustrious fame, they are all heavy burdens that hinder my practice of swordsmanship."
Huang Ying slowly raised his head, his eyes revealing a chilling madness. "Only by abandoning everything and becoming utterly empty can I truly become one with the sword in my hand!"
Upon hearing Huang Ying's extremely cold reply, Shi Qingxuan felt a sudden tremor in her heart, as if struck by lightning, her face filled with disbelief and incomprehension.
She simply couldn't imagine how anyone could be so obsessed with a knife, even to the point of abandoning all family, wealth, and reputation.
In fact, the reason why Shi Qingxuan chose to step forward at this moment and ask Huang Ying these questions was simply to verify whether what Wang Yang had said about Huang Ying was true and credible.
However, what she was witnessing clearly told her that everything Wang Yang said was true!
In a state of extreme shock and astonishment, Shi Qingxuan involuntarily turned her gaze to Wang Yang standing to the side.
Looking at Wang Yang's calm and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but marvel inwardly, "He... he really seems to know everything about all sorts of people and complex matters in this martial arts world!"
At this moment, noticing that Shi Qingxuan was staring blankly at him, Wang Yang simply smiled faintly and said softly, "Miss Shi, now that the facts are before you, you should believe what I said, right?"
After saying that, Wang Yang didn't wait for Shi Qingxuan to respond at all. He took a step without hesitation, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw Wang Yang move, stepping into the air like a light swallow.
The air, which was originally invisible and intangible, now felt like solid ground beneath his feet, steadily supporting his body as he rose.
In no time at all, Wang Yang had ascended to the heavens like a ladder, standing steadily in mid-air, his robes fluttering, like an immortal descending to earth.
"Hmm?" Huang Ying, who had been observing coldly from below, frowned slightly upon seeing this, and a hint of seriousness flashed almost imperceptibly in his deep and sharp eyes.
It should be understood that being able to walk on air as easily as Wang Yang is something that ordinary martial arts masters are definitely not capable of.
After a slight pause, Huang Ying spoke with a gloomy expression: "Hmph, it seems that Wang Yang, you are not the kind of person who is all talk and no action, just seeking fame and fortune!"
However… even if you possess some real skill today, you won't escape from my grasp!
As he spoke, a powerful aura suddenly emanated from him, as terrifying as a volcano about to erupt.
However, faced with Huang Ying's arrogant words, Zhao Min and the others standing to the side were so angry that their pretty faces turned red, and they all shouted indignantly.
"Damn it! This guy is so arrogant and domineering!"
"That's right! How dare they speak so arrogantly in front of our young master? They're simply courting death!"
"Wang Lang, we must teach him a lesson he won't forget!"
In an instant, angry voices rose and fell, one after another.
"..."
Huang Ying seemed oblivious to the clamor around him, paying it no heed whatsoever.
At this moment, his gaze was like two sharp arrows, locked directly onto Wang Yang.
In his eyes, it seemed that there was nothing else in this vast world except for the powerful opponent in front of him—Wang Yang.
He completely ignored everything else, people and things, as if they were transparent air.
Seeing Huang Ying's focused and solemn expression, Wang Yang merely smiled slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face, and said softly, "Since you are so determined to let me make the first move, then I will grant your wish."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Yang raised his arm slightly and casually waved it, and a fierce and unparalleled sword aura shot out from his fingertips.
"Whoosh!" With a sharp, piercing sound of air being torn apart, the sword energy, like a rainbow spanning the sky, shot towards Huang Ying at an astonishing speed.
Although Wang Yang's attack seemed casual and extremely relaxed, the terrifying power contained within that sword energy was chilling, as if it could easily tear apart the void and shatter the constraints of time and space.
"This..." Huang Ying's expression changed drastically as he watched the sword energy, carrying the power to destroy the world, rapidly approaching him. An unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in his heart.
His eyes widened as he stared intently at the approaching sword energy, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his muscles tense, and he was in a state of high alert.
Just as that incomparably sharp sword energy was about to strike Huang Ying at lightning speed, Huang Ying had no time to think of any other countermeasures.
As if sensing the immense crisis facing its master, the Jingji Blade he carried on his back was instantly drawn from its sheath, gleaming with a cold light.
Huang Ying gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and unleashed a powerful slash without hesitation.
This slash was like a raging river rushing down, surging and powerful, carrying a terrifyingly fierce blade force, directly and fiercely meeting the sword energy unleashed by Wang Yang.
A deafening roar resounded: "Boom!" Like a thunderbolt, it shook the heavens.
However, just moments later, that terrifying, ear-piercing, ear-tearing explosion once again resounded through the sky.
Everyone stared intently, only to be surprised to find that Huang Ying's all-out slash, upon clashing with Wang Yang's sword energy, shattered instantly like fragile porcelain.
Wang Yang's sword energy, far from diminishing in power, became even more like a sudden storm, faster than lightning and thunder, continuing its rapid advance towards Huang Ying with overwhelming force.
Faced with such a sudden and incredibly swift attack, Huang Ying had no time to make any effective reaction.
"Pfft!" In the next instant, the sword energy pierced through Huang Ying's chest without any hindrance.
Huang Ying coughed up a large amount of bright red blood, and like a kite with a broken string that had lost control, he was thrown far away by the powerful impact.
"Huh?" This breathtaking scene left the many martial arts practitioners watching speechless, standing there dumbfounded with expressions of disbelief and incredulity on their faces.
None of them expected that this fierce battle would take such an astonishing turn in an instant.
Who could have imagined? In that instant, Wang Yang seemingly casually flicked his wrist, and an incomparably sharp sword aura suddenly shot out. This sword aura was as fast as lightning, carrying a heart-palpitating power, and rushed straight towards Huang Ying opposite him.
Huang Ying was originally full of confidence and ready to meet Wang Yang's attack, but when he felt the terrifying power contained in the sword energy, he was shocked.
However, it was too late to dodge at this moment, and he could only do his best to defend against the attack.
Even so, Huang Ying still realized that she had greatly underestimated the power of Wang Yang's sword energy.
With a loud clang, Huang Ying's weapon clashed violently with the sword energy, instantly sparking countless fireballs. Huang Ying himself was thrown back by the immense impact of the sword energy, his hands going numb and barely able to hold onto his weapon.
While everyone around was stunned by this sudden scene, Wang Yang did not pause at all.
He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and then his figure flashed, disappearing from the spot in an instant like a ghost.
The next moment, when Wang Yang reappeared, he had already teleported behind Huang Ying as if he had been teleported.
At this moment, Huang Ying had no time to react and was completely unaware that Wang Yang had quietly appeared behind her.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Yang launched a powerful kick at Huang Ying without hesitation. The kick was heavy and powerful, creating a whistling sound.
With a dull thud, Huang Ying's body flew straight into the sky at an extremely fast speed, like a kicked ball.
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