Chapter 148: Overwhelming Victory
The young prince's expression remained unchanged. He raised his sword diagonally, the blade completely unstained by blood. Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, the longsword gracefully returned to its sheath, precisely fitting into the maple leaf-shaped scabbard. Only the heavy stench of blood wafted from beneath his feet.
"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Ouyang Longyuan clapped his hands three times slowly and deliberately, the sound particularly jarring in the deathly silence, carrying heartfelt praise: "My son's swordsmanship has already reached a high level, truly wonderful!"
Ma Kaitai was struck dumb, staggering two steps, his body swaying, his face filled with disbelief. More than twenty skilled fighters couldn't even hold off their opponent for a moment! He stared blankly at the corpses scattered on the ground, his heart sinking into an icy abyss, instantly feeling utterly hopeless, unable to utter a word for a moment.
Ouyang Longyuan slowly stepped forward, glanced at Ma Kaitai, and said, "Well? Can you bear the consequences of being my enemy?"
Ma Kaitai abruptly looked up, a final burst of fire igniting in his lifeless eyes. His gaze was filled with boundless desolation and mockery: "Looking up at the vast sky, where can one find a single stroke of Fuxi, the legendary inventor of agriculture?"
Ouyang Longyuan's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Fine! Then I'll grant your wish!" Before he finished speaking, his right palm was already raised, and a terrifying, suffocating pressure instantly enveloped the entire courtyard! A vortex condensed in his palm, sucking in the surrounding airflow! His feet suddenly swayed, and without taking a step, his figure "slid" along the ground like a ghost towards Ma Kaitai! His raised right palm carried the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, striking directly at Ma Kaitai's head!
A strong wind swept across their faces, and the shadow of death loomed over them in an instant! Just as Ouyang Longyuan's palm strike was about to touch Ma Kaitai's crown, a furious shout pierced the air: "Don't be so smug!" Yin Xiaosheng pounced like a shadow, his longsword aimed straight at Ouyang Longyuan's neck!
"Hmm?" Ouyang Longyuan groaned, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes: "Well done!" He then swiftly turned his palm, unleashing a powerful strike to Yin Xiaosheng!
"Boom!" A muffled, thunderous explosion resounded! Yin Xiaosheng was struck as if by a mountain. His longsword vibrated and hummed violently. He was violently blasted away by the unparalleled palm force and crashed heavily to the ground, raising dust in all directions!
Ouyang Longyuan fixed his gaze on Yin Xiaosheng and said coldly, "I let you go last time, but today you will surely die by my hand!"
Yin Xiaosheng roared, "Old thief Ouyang! Take this 'Mysterious Ice Rift'!" He surged with his icy true energy, his longsword hummed, and a visible, chilling white aura instantly enveloped the blade. Wherever the sword tip pointed, even the air condensed into tiny ice crystals! With a single swing, several silver sword beams, carrying a biting, freezing aura, tore through the air like arrows released from a bow, aiming straight for Ouyang Longyuan's vital points! The chill permeated the air, even causing a thin layer of frost to form on the nearby ground.
A glint of disdain flashed in Ouyang Longyuan's eyes. He put his left hand behind his back and pointed at Yin Xiaosheng with his right hand, saying, "Hmph! Child's play! Frost Palm, Frost Sword? You're still far from mastering them!"
Facing the icy sword energy shooting towards him, Ouyang Longyuan neither dodged nor evaded. His palms suddenly gathered a surge of powerful energy, and waves of energy erupted from them. A resounding chant rang out, "Nine Heavens' Dust Returns to the Abyss!" He clapped his hands together repeatedly, the wind howling like a swirling gale!
"Boom! Whoosh!"
The two moves clashed! The resounding booms and the whistling of the wind mingled together. The extreme cold sword energy was instantly shattered, but a cunning sword beam also pierced through the gap in the palm strike, tearing a gash in Ouyang Longyuan's sleeve with a "whoosh." The chilling cold instantly seeped into his arm, causing him to pause slightly, and his entire arm was quickly covered with a layer of ice!
"Hmm?!" Ouyang Longyuan grunted, his crimson true energy circulating wildly. The thin ice on his arm instantly shattered and vaporized, but the biting cold already made him feel a bit uneasy. "Not bad, you've narrowly escaped death this time. You've got some awareness!"
Ouyang Longyuan no longer dared to be arrogant. With a long "Ha!" he roared and raised his right hand again. His palm force transformed into scorching gusts of wind, which bombarded Yin Xiaosheng like a meteor shower!
Yin Xiaosheng gritted his teeth and endured the pain. His Frost Sword Technique was impenetrable, with sword light and cold air intertwining as he desperately resisted the palm force that was like a heavy knife slashing down and carried high heat. His body kept retreating, and the stone slabs under his feet were cracked! However, the gap between them was too great. Every time they clashed, he was shaken by the opponent's overwhelming and powerful palm force, causing his blood and qi to churn.
Meanwhile, the battle between Qiu Xia and the Grandmaster had reached a fever pitch. Qiu Xia's Wuji Sword Technique was light and agile, her movements unpredictable. Her longsword flashed with a continuous stream of cold light, each move aimed at the Grandmaster's vital points, with tricky and ruthless angles!
The Grandmaster's figure was also like a ghost, and the goose fan in his hand would sometimes unfold like a shield to block the sword, the fan itself carrying a strong force that made a "clanging" sound when it clashed with the sword; at other times, it would close up like a short stick, striking, pointing, and stabbing, insidious and vicious! More often than not, his sudden palm strikes were the killing moves, the palm wind howling and the finger force piercing through the air, obviously the Vajra Palm and Finger, which was trained in both internal and external strength.
"Little girl, your swordsmanship is quite good! It's a pity that you're still lacking in refinement. You can fan me and cool me down!" The Grandmaster said sarcastically as he walked around, trying to disturb Qiu Xia's mind.
"Stop being so arrogant!" Qiu Xia ignored her, her mind as still as water, her swordplay becoming even more rapid and precise. With a move called "Whirling Wind Dance," her longsword drew a mysterious arc, the tip trembling as it instantly unleashed seven powerful plum blossoms, each striking one of the Grandmaster's seven vital points on his chest!
"Well done!" The Grandmaster exclaimed, his goose fan suddenly opening and swirling, deflecting most of the sword energy. At the same time, he twisted his body strangely, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, but his clothes on his shoulder were still cut open by the sharp sword energy, and his skin stung.
The two fought fiercely, their figures intertwined, sword light, fan shadows, and palm winds clashing, and for a time they were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Ma and Yi were both mediocre in martial arts, and after a brief scuffle, it was difficult to determine a winner. The timid Yi Mingjian gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and had no choice but to use the Frost Sword Technique that he had learned from seducing Yin Xiaosheng.
"Yi Mingjian! Your swordsmanship...?!" Ma Pingchuan, who had been gaining the upper hand, was suddenly forced back by Yi Mingjian's exquisite sword move, his face filled with shock and disbelief! The technique Yi Mingjian had just used, which drew in cold air and condensed it into frost, was clearly the essence of Yin Xiaosheng's "Frosty Sword Technique," only his mastery and coldness were far inferior to Yin Xiaosheng's, but it was still a perfect match in both form and spirit!
A moment of awkwardness flashed across Yi Mingjian's face, quickly replaced by madness: "Hmph! Surprised?" Yi Mingjian sneered, and where his sword swept, thin ice formed on the ground! His swordplay suddenly changed, the chill spreading along the blade, even more sinister than Yin Xiaosheng's original. Ma Pingchuan raised his sword to block, but felt the chill seep into his bones, his movements instantly slowing down.
"Shameless scoundrel! Your father wasted his life giving birth to such a heartless and ungrateful wretch!" Ma Pingchuan was filled with shock and anger, and he fought back with all his might.
"Clang, clang, clang...!" The clang of metal against metal rang out incessantly! The two figures flew about, fighting from the ground to the courtyard wall, and then from the wall to the corridor. Although Yi Mingjian had secretly learned several of the ultimate moves of the Frost Sword Technique, greatly increasing his power and making him agile, putting Ma Pingchuan under considerable pressure, his foundation and internal strength were ultimately not as profound as Ma Pingchuan's. After a prolonged battle, he was gradually suppressed by Ma Pingchuan's fierce sword momentum and forced to retreat repeatedly.
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