Chapter 904: Chapter 723: Come, Let Me Show You Something Good... For a long time, Xiangqu Yilang remained motionless.
Do you need to see through this?
No need at all!
The opponent’s posture and muscle language were completely unmasked, and what he was brewing was a slash as fierce as wind and thunder, sharp like a flash, fleeting.
Pure speed had already accumulated in this rigid and inflexible stance, surpassing my own. If I dared to step into the ten centimeters’ range difference between us, what awaited me would surely be a Thunder Strike.
But the upper section had its flaw—
In the silence, Xiangqu Yilang’s thoughts raced.
If the opponent intends to win with distance, then I can also use distance to my advantage.
Indeed, there’s a ten-centimeter difference in the attack’s maximum range, but the opponent’s sword blade still takes time to fall on me. Rashly attempting a mid-section offensive would put me at risk, therefore...
While thinking, the body had naturally reacted.
Xiangqu Yilang lowered his body, bent down, legs bent, the horizontally held sword blade in his hand stretched forward, remotely pointing at Huai Shi’s lower plate.
Simple geometry.
And Huai Shi also changed his posture.
Middle section.
Thrust attack framework.
"Throat."
His sword blade aimed straight at Xiangqu Yilang’s vital point, announcing the place he intended to attack next. The thrust attack maximized the omission of the slashing distance, maintaining the advantage of attack range.
He entrusted all power in this strike.
Before the opponent’s attack reached, pierce his throat—
At that moment, Xiangqu Yilang smiled and sheathed his sword.
Like flowing clouds and water, the action was natural and harmonious, practiced countless thousands upon thousands of times, already ingrained into the bone marrow, every reaction and the utilization of muscle texture fully entered into the process repeated through countless ages.
This is... Draw Sword Technique!
The instant he reacted, he was already darting towards Huai Shi!
Ground shrinking!
Still, purely to the utmost, an unerring sword Dao skill—a terrible effect of sudden, unannounced forward propulsion achieved by strength exertion from the toes, driving the body.
After a finger snap’s acceleration, his foot landed on the floor, speed doubled again!
Following it, driven by knees and muscles, he almost flew near the ground like that, speed, tripled!
In this instant of transformation, he had already plunged into Huai Shi’s ’ten centimeters’ of absolute kill range—however, this move change was indeed too swift, Huai Shi’s thrust attack was actually too late.
It brushed past his face and shot through.
Opportunity missed!
The current Xiangqu Yilang, relying on his sword Dao, broke free from numerical measurement, transcending physics!
Situation reversed!
"It’s now—"
At that moment, Huai Shi drew his sword back to defend.
But it was already too late.
Already, from the left-hand held scabbard, the longsword under the right hand’s guide transformed into iron light, flying forward!
—Xiangqu draws his sword!
If it were supplemented by Source Substance application, this sword would be even more intricate and terrifying, wouldn’t it? But now, it was still swift enough.
Years of painstaking arm strength and skill were sufficient to bisect a person instantly!
Even if Huai Shi blocked this sword, it didn’t matter; once the distance closed in, it was now his home ground—the opponent had entered a fixed routine, leaving a myriad of adaptation methods to situate Huai Zhisu People deep in death!
He grinned, roaring: "Torso!"
At the same time, the incoming was an unbelievable shout:
"—Face!"
Instant changes and crossings, everyone’s eyes blurred, hard to discern the shifts inside.
Only an acute sound was heard.
A resonance of steel, the sound of sword blades grinding together, so piercing.
Its sharp sound spread, slowly engulfed within the ensuing turbulent cries.
Both their movements paused on the spot.
The sweet-hot sensation descended from the top, falling upon Xiangqu’s face, blood spread, landing on the ground.
He blankly widened his eyes, looking at the blade mere inches away from his vision—his distance from death, was so minutely small it barely existed.