y step!He has seen it and acknowledges the power of this sword.Beyond the realm of fire, he met it with a ground-covering response, full of confidence.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like...Zhen Xuan stood silently, waiting for Wang Yiwu to "handle" those shopkeepers. He waited until the man clenched his fists and looked at him with full concentration.
During this process, he didn't say a word to fourteen.
You don't have to say anything.
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His decision is fourteen's decision, his attitude is fourteen's attitude, always so.
Zhong Xuan was undoubtedly very intelligent. He always managed to find the right moment and create advantageous situations for himself. But within the "Silent Beheading Order," he knew he had no choice.
Kill Wang Yiwu, or be killed by Wang Yiwu.
He made his decision, so he stood firm. He stood like a mountain.
He wouldn't even intervene when Wang Yiwu attacked others. He wanted to wait until Wang Yiwu was completely focused and dedicated, ready to face him at his strongest.
This level of combat is no longer just about techniques, secret arts, and physical strength. It encompasses the spirit, will, and momentum... a comprehensive test of all aspects.
So he first had to get back the momentum he had lost when he evaded battle before.
Avoiding war is the best option before discovering the silent death order. Full-scale engagement is the best option after discovering the silent death order.
He always makes the best choices.
Now he stood opposite Wang Yiwu, his eyes showing no fear.
He was the reckless boy who staked everything on the Tifu Secret Realm. He was the one who gambled everything, pushing for the Qiyang War with all his might—Zhong Xuan Sheng. With a turn of his body, he smashed all the gains from the Qiyang War onto Zhong Xuan Zun, sending him crashing into the Jixia Academy, just seeking a gamble, to clear out all the business under Zhong Xuan Zun's command.
He has always been willing to risk his life, and he has risked it more than once.
Jiang Wang said he gambled too much, he said he was forced to!
Wang Yiwu took a step forward, his punches were simple, fast and accurate. He aimed to strike first and take control of the battlefield, deciding life or death with each blow.
So he always attacks, always attacking, no matter who the opponent is.
However, as soon as his right foot lifted off the ground, Chong Xuan swiftly moved his hands and pressed down with a powerful strike!
An intangible yet real force field suddenly pressed down on Wang Yiwu, making him feel as if a mountain was crushing him!
Wang Yi's right foot was pressed back into its socket.
He shuddered slightly, his feet sinking into the ground, a good two inches deep.
That's all there is to it.
He lifted his leg and took a step.
When lifting his leg, it was still difficult. But when it landed, it was silent and close to the ground. In just this one step, it seemed he had already adapted.
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Terrifying physique, terrifying power!
He sprang to his feet, raised his fist, and punched.
Just this simple action, as if repeated thousands of times. After accumulation over and over again, it finally crashes down.
Even the air was filled with the sound of explosions.
Fearless, unrestrained, invincible.
No Self Fist!
This should be an unstoppable punch.
But a figure in black armor, met him head-on.
The black heavy sword, like a gust of wind and thunder, slashed straight ahead.
The fist struck the heavy sword's edge with a solid clang.
Wang Yiwu should have been a warrior cultivator, but his physical body was even stronger than that of a swordsman. He directly met the heavy sword with his bare fists.
The heavy sword was smashed high into the air by the punch, exposing fourteen empty gates.
While Wang Yiwu's other fist naturally thundered toward him.
Bang!!!
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A hefty fist came flying towards him.
Zhong Xuan arrived just in time, his fist imbued with the power of focusing technique, clashing against Wang Yiwu's punch in a resounding impact!
Click.
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A clear and audible crack of bone echoed through the air as Chong Xuan Sheng's right arm fractured directly.
But this emphasis on skill, his punch was heavy as a mountain. Wang Yiwu also felt the force and staggered backward, his figure unsteady.
Just at this moment, the heavy sword, raised high by Shi Fourteen, slashed down with extreme ferocity!
Zhen Xuan Sheng and Shi Si had been together since childhood, their cooperation was seamless. Zhen Xuan Sheng's daring move to take the punch wasn't just to stop the enemy, it also gave Shi Si an opportunity.
This sword strike was extremely fast, heavy, and ruthless, with the power to cleave mountains and split peaks.
While Wang Yiwu was impossible to have the slightest hesitation, he directly punched upwards.
... Ding dong! ...
In that instant, the Fourteenth Sword slashed six hundred times.
Such a heavy, such a fierce blow, six hundred times in a row! The physical burden alone is terrifying, this is already hacking at death's door.
Wang Yiwu misjudged the situation, and was directly beheaded, his entire lower body sinking into the ground.
During this process, Chong Xuan endured the pain of a broken bone, adding his heavy technique to every sword strike aimed at the Fourteenth. With their combined efforts, they caught Wang Yiwu off guard.
Seizing the opportunity as Wang Yiwu was knocked to the ground, Chong Xuan's ten fingers flew like lightning. It was as if the fractured right hand wasn't his own, as a flurry of pale blue wind blades whistled and slashed, instantly engulfing Wang Yiwu.
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The simplest Taoist practice, with the most direct effects, is what Chong Xuan has always pursued.
With a deafening boom, Wang Yiwu blasted the air once more. A black, semi-circular shield of energy erupted from his fist, deflecting all the wind blades.
And the Fourteenth fell from the heavens, once again wielding six hundred swords in a continuous flurry. Each strike was imbued with even greater weight by his heavy techniques.
The black semi-circular shield shattered at a touch.
Before the heavy sword struck the ground, Wang Yiwu leapt to his feet and retreated violently.
The fourteenth sword strike landed, coming to a halt the moment it touched the ground. Even so, its terrifying pressure still left a fissure in the earth.
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Wang Yi was retreating, and he realized that the omnipresent pressure that had been with him since the start of the war suddenly vanished. His whole being instantly returned to normal, with a feeling of "floating" lightness.
At the same time, an extremely powerful repulsive force “hit” him as he was retreating, pushing him to accelerate his flight.
Fourteen black-armored figures, clad in helmets and wielding swords, charged forward with a deafening roar.
With one strike, another six hundred swords appeared!
Such a heavy sword, every strike is an immense burden. But Fourteen remains silent, giving his all with each swing, one strike equal to six hundred blows. Such strikes place a terrible strain on the body, harming oneself before the enemy.
But the effect was also very obvious, even a powerful figure like Wang Yiwu was forced to retreat again and again.
"That's the opportunity!"
Zhong Xuan roared as he surged forward, one hand maintaining its repulsive force while his fractured right hand clenched into a fist and slammed forward, seemingly not treating that hand as his own.
But his strategic objectives are now also very clear.
He and Fourteen are both marked by the "Silent Beheading Order," unable to leave the range of its effects. They can only fight to the death here.
But Wang Yiwu was not!
Wang Yiwu can leave the scope of the "Silent Beheading Order".
This also provides a possibility—they could expel Wang Yiwu from the range of "Silent Execution Order."
This doesn't seem to be of much use, because Wang Yiwu can always come back at any time.
But don't forget, this is Dongjiekou, this is Linzi!
Once Wang Yiwu was blown out of the range of the "Silent Beheading Order," he would be seen by people outside. People from Beiya would soon come.
A figure like Wang Yiwu being discovered fighting with someone, Linzi City would definitely give the most positive response.
And that was the tactic Heavy Xuan had devised in the blink of an eye. Feigning a desperate fight was a lie; the real goal was to provoke a reaction from the outside world!
He didn't want to fight Wang Yiwu endlessly under the scope of "Silent Beheading Order," but rather did his best to minimize the time Wang Yiwu had to act recklessly.
Fourteen also made a perfect match.
The two of them joined forces, making a valiant effort, and forced Wang Yiwu outwards.
Wang Yiwu was struck and sent flying through the air. He was about to fly out of the "Meng Hua" gate, beyond the range of the "Silent Beheading Order," when he suddenly plummeted to the ground, his feet planting firmly.
Zhexuan continued to increase his force, pushing it to the limit.
Yet Wang Yiwu's feet were rooted to the spot, as if firmly planted in the ground.
"You've already lost," he said.
"Because you only want to defeat me, not... conquer me!"
He began to walk back.
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He walked faster and faster.
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