Chapter 32: The Art of Fighting (Madness Sixth Update)

  "I'm getting less and less inclined to be your enemy!" Chang Yue gazed at Kong Yan, "In just a short span of one year, your strength has already far surpassed mine!"

  "Master brother, stop joking around here!" Kong Zhuo laughed and said, "My innate purple energy has just entered the fifth layer of the pass, but Master brother, I suppose you've already started cultivating your own Qijing Eight Meridians?"

  "The extent of your innate purple energy can only explain one aspect of the problem!" Chang Yue said, "Lao Wu, you have encountered a rare opportunity and obtained a pure earth-based physique. In terms of future development, you are already stronger than us by more than one level. I think that in a few more years, your strength will be on par with that of our masters!"

  "Haha!" Kong Zhuo burst out laughing, "Boss, you don't have to flatter me here."

  "I'm not flattering you, I'm telling the truth!" Chang Yue said, "From a long time ago, I've been jealous of you!"

  Kong Zhan smiled wryly, "Master is speaking very strangely today!"

  "Isn't it strange?! Hehe, I think so too, I didn't come here for Fang Shaobai today!"

  "I know!" Kong Zhan said, "But Master Big Brother's visit this time, won't have anything to do with me, will it?"

  "Of course not, or did you think I'd run all the way out here in the middle of the night just to watch a show?"

  "So, what is the purpose of Master's visit after all?"

  "A duel with you!"

  "A duel?!" Kong Zhan was taken aback for a moment, and a strange expression appeared on his face. For a sect like Luofu that emphasized cultivation, although there were many rules, in order to temper the strength of their disciples, make them aware of their position, and stimulate competition among them, they did not reject private fights... no, it was called a martial contest.

  And the Kaishanmen Conference is in a certain sense even more of a challenge conference for all methods.

  The problem is, this often differs from ordinary people.

  He was the first among the third-generation disciples, entering the sect much earlier than others, and also being a direct disciple of the sect leader. He is currently the most likely candidate to become the next sect leader, and he is also considered a famous swordsman. In the Luofu Sect, almost no one truly regards him as a third-generation disciple. Such a person suddenly wants to have a sword match with me today, what kind of mistake is this? Is my character really that bad?

  Looking at Kong Zhan's puzzled face, Chang Yue smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Today may be my last chance. If I miss it today, I'm afraid I won't have the opportunity to defeat you in this lifetime!"

  Kong Zuo smiled, stretched out his hand to wipe the bridge of his nose, looking very sweaty. "Boss, your hobby is really strange, but——!" Kong Zuo's voice paused slightly, and he slowly raised his head, smiling ambiguously at Chang Yue, "Big Brother Master, are you sure you can win me?"

  He took a light step back, this step was exceptionally light, like a withered leaf in the wind, without any weight.

  Kong Zhan's heart skipped a beat as the magnetic net suddenly tightened, and at the same time, the sharp sword edge had already reached his face.

  His body quickly retreated, but his toes were still rapidly tapping in the air. Along with the tapping of his toes, invisible threads of magnetic force began to vibrate.

  The sharp sword energy was dissolved by the wave after wave of magnetic shock as soon as it was formed, and when Kong Zhuo stopped, the last sword energy disappeared without a trace in front of his nose.

  "Good!" Chang Yue's voice was low, his body lightly floated up, unaffected by the magnetic net under Kong Chao, the sword in his hand turned into a purple light in mid-air, silently and quietly stabbing over.

  Kong Zhan's right hand lightly flipped, a white light flashed out, also transformed into a white-colored strip, connecting with the purple light.

  One touch and it breaks apart.

  The majestic purple air pierced through the sword tip and shot down, Kong Zhuo's stout body couldn't help but retreat continuously, each step leaving a deep footprint. If one looked closely, they would discover that on the surface of each footprint were countless fine lines, which were arranged in a highly regular pattern to form a web-like shape, just like the magnetic net laid out by Kong Zhuo, extremely eerie.

  "Senior brother, your strength is truly much stronger than I imagined!" Kong Zuo exclaimed with a smile, and as his voice fell, the surrounding electric lights rose sharply, and countless dazzling silver lights began to emerge.

  This is the glow of lightning, along the direction of magnetic lines, forming a silver electric net.

  Frequently indulging, deeply mired within.

  No one knows how fast lightning is, even cultivators don't know. In the classics of cultivation, there is only a vague and uniform phrase to describe the speed of lightning, which is "immeasurable".

  Unmeasurable!

  Nature cannot be avoided.

  For such an attack, there is only one way: to take it head-on!

  Chang Yue was able to withstand it, first because his cultivation was much deeper than Kong Chao's, and secondly, Kong Chao's thunder technique only scratched the surface. Using it to bully Fang Shaobai, a small child like him, might be effective, but against Chang Yue, a high-ranking master, it was like scratching an itch through boots, with little killing power.

  Nature, Kong Zhuo never expected his Thunder Technique to cause any harm to Chang Yue, he just wanted to delay time and give himself enough reaction speed.

  Chang Yue's speed was so fast that he was caught off guard.

  Fast, light, float, accurate, poisonous!

  In the instant when the electric light flashed out, Kong Zhuo gave Chang Yue's sword a definition as above.

  As expected, the lightning didn't have much of an impact on Chang Yue. Under a layer of purple glow, Chang Yue's body merely paused for a moment, and the sword light in his hand flashed again, fluttering out.

  This time, faster than before, more accurate, and more deadly.

  But Kung had already had time to react.

  Three Congying beads shot out, constantly changing direction in the air, intersecting with each other, and the purple light in his hand trembled slightly as it collided with the three beads.

  "Ding ding ding——!"

  A clear and crisp sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate rang out, shattering the tranquility of the night sky.

  Three Cong Yake pearls collided with the purple sword light at extreme speed, and it was also at this time that Kong Zhuo could truly understand Chang Yue's strength. The fairy sword in his hand emitted a soft purple gas, which touched the Cong Yake pearl and separated immediately. Although on the surface it seemed to have been hit many times, it did not suffer much force. Every time it just touched the pearl, it bounced back, and more amazingly, its sword light speed did not weaken at all, nor did its direction change.

  Senior Brother is Senior Brother after all!

  Kong Zhan sighed in his heart, and with a flip of the short sword in his hand, it entwined with that purple light.

  Chang Yue's speed was fast, Kong Yan's sword style was stable. Every time at the last moment of the sword light and body, his short sword could always be held in place by Chang Yue's sword. Considering that Chang Yue still had to deal with three Cong Yue pearls, then at least at this time, the swordsmanship he showed was at least three times higher than Kong Yan's previous expectations.

  Although this was somewhat unexpected by Kong Zhan, however, the high return to high, even if there were no three Cong Yuezhu, Kong Zhan still had a grasp of not being defeated under his sword.

  Victory is impossible, but undefeated——

  Thinking of not losing, Kong Zhuo smiled. With Jingyue Pearl's help, he was too easy. However, it was clear that Chang Yue was not good at receiving. Although his swordsmanship could dispel most of Jingyue Pearl's impact, a treasure like Jingyue Pearl would still give the opponent a strong impact with just a light touch.

  It can't go on like this, and Chang Yue was struggling to keep up with Kong Xiang's pace, but apparently, he wouldn't lose either.

  Chang Yue still had a trump card, in the Luofu Sect, as the eldest disciple of the sect leader and the first among the third generation disciples, he shouldn't have any treasures on him. Kong Yan didn't believe it, but now, he was relying on the sword in his hand. This showed that although he looked like he was struggling, he still had some strength left. However, Kong Yan didn't want to force out his trump card.

  So he retrieved the Níng Yuè Zhū and clashed with him using his own swordsmanship.

  It looks good now.

  Chang Yue's wrist shook slightly, and Kong Zhuo put away the Condensed Jade Pearl, letting his pressure decrease sharply. However, as his pressure decreased, the sword in his hand tightened instead.

  One sword followed another, continuously attacking Kong Zhuo.

  The purple light flashing on the sword tip was like lightning, transforming into several illusory shadows that enveloped Kong Zhuo.

  Kong Zhuo's body suddenly stopped moving, his originally swinging footsteps also came to a halt, the short sword in his hand gleaming like a starry sky, with starlight bursting forth.

  Chang Yue's face changed greatly, a purple light condensed in his hand, and then burst open like a lantern flower.

  Every point of purple light must be connected with a point of white light. Every time they connect, a crisp sound is emitted, as if something has been punctured.

  The sound of clashing swords echoed far and wide in the quiet night sky, occasionally accompanied by the sound of metal colliding.

  Far away, several shouts came, dozens of figures with swords and lights flashed across the night sky, shooting towards this side.

  That night, as Kong Yan said, Luo Fu's defense was extremely strict. The number of people patrolling the mountain and their cultivation were ten times more than usual. Although this place is remote, it is only a small path that few people know about, but such a battle cannot be hidden for long.

  Especially after the confrontation between the two has been completely upgraded, it is inevitable that people will notice.

  But now both of them can't be bothered with many things anymore.

  Both sides were surprised by each other's strength.

  Before, Chang had rarely seen Kong Zhuo draw his sword, but from the way he moved, it could be judged that his swordsmanship was on a steady path, and now the facts have proven this point, Kong Zhuo's sword is very stable, so stable that it has reached the point of being terrifying.

  He stood out differently, raised his sword and resolved all his attacks, just like a reef standing in the middle of the ocean, withstanding the wind and rain, and the towering waves, I remained unmoved.

  That's nothing, what's even more outrageous is that this guy's sword is actually faster than himself.

  If at first he was all-out attacking, now he is all-out defending.

  Faster, faster, faster, just a bit more!! 1

  This is now the only thing he can do.

  Similarly, the purple light on his body was getting stronger and stronger. The purple glow on the sword had almost condensed into a tangible force. Every time the two swords touched, a wave of eerie ripples would surge in the space beside the sword.

  This is a bit too much, using force to bully people.

  But now he can't afford to think about these things anymore, because he has to admit a fact, a fact that he had never thought of before.

  Just in terms of swordsmanship, Kong Zhuan has already surpassed his senior brother by more than one level.

  (Update 6, done!)