20demayo Chapter 2207 Indestructible
Chapter 2207 Indestructible
Cao Feiyu could vaguely see the residual energy fluctuations left in the space when the other party moved, as well as the momentary pauses caused by the frequent high-speed movement and the change of aura.
Cao Feiyu pretended to be short of energy, causing her sword light to falter and revealing an opening in her left ribs.
The ghostly figure suddenly appeared in the void to her left, its pair of daggers piercing her throat and heart with lightning speed.
However, this was the moment Cao Feiyu had been waiting for!
With the blessing of the undying spiritual light, she had already predicted the trajectory of the opponent's attack.
Cao Feiyu did not block the stab aimed at her throat. Instead, she focused all her mind and energy into the longsword in her hand, twisting her body to the side and narrowly avoiding the vital point of her throat. She let the Emei dagger graz her shoulder, leaving a trail of blood.
At the same time, the longsword in her hand transformed into a silver streak, ignoring another attack aimed at her heart. With the fastest move in the Heavenly Sword Technique, Meteor Chasing the Moon, she struck first despite being behind, directly stabbing the pulse point that the ghost had completely exposed due to the attack!
This is a fighting style that trades injury for life, putting oneself in a life-or-death situation before surviving!
Ghost Shadow's expression changed drastically. He never expected that Cao Feiyu would dare to take such a risky move under these circumstances, and that she would seize the opportunity so precisely.
If he didn't change his move, he could certainly injure Cao Feiyu, but his own right wrist pulse point would inevitably be pierced by this sword, rendering him half-crippled.
In a split second, he made an instinctive decision: save his hand!
He forcefully withdrew his thrust, retreated swiftly, and simultaneously thrust his left hand back to defend, attempting to deflect the fatal sword strike.
"laugh!"
Although Cao Feiyu's Meteor Chasing the Moon was slightly deflected and failed to pierce the pulse point, it still pierced deeply into the ghost's right forearm, the sword energy penetrating to the bone.
Ghostly Shadow let out a miserable groan as blood gushed from his right arm, the Emei Dagger nearly slipping from his hand. He retreated violently, his aura instantly becoming chaotic.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Cao Feiyu, enduring the excruciating pain in her shoulder and the weakness in her soul, flicked her wrist, and her long sword, like a shadow, was once again placed against the neck of the unsteady ghost.
Feeling the stinging pain in his neck and the raging sword energy within his body, Ghost Shadow finally lowered his head bitterly: "I surrender!"
"In the Jiazi area, at Martial Arts Arena No. 3, the victor is Cao Feiyu from the Danchen Sect!"
As the verdict was announced, Cao Feiyu staggered.
She felt dizzy and her body felt like it was falling apart, especially her soul, which felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles.
Just as Cao Feiyu was struggling to recover, a slender figure flashed into the arena and gently caught her in their arms. The familiar warmth and scent enveloped her, instantly relaxing her tense mind.
Holding Cao Feiyu in his arms, Chen Fei sensed the terrible state of her body and immediately channeled gentle Yuan energy into her body to protect her heart and soul. At the same time, he quickly fed her two healing and soul-restoring pills.
He carried Cao Feiyu away from the training ground and found a quiet corner to begin treating her injuries.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Cao Feiyu's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was Chen Fei's face, which was so close to his.
"How do you feel?" Chen Fei asked in a low voice.
Cao Feiyu wanted to speak, but felt a dryness and stinging in her throat, especially in her soul, which still felt a dull ache.
She shook her head slightly, managing a weak smile, her voice barely audible: "I have absolutely no strength left, and my head hurts so much."
Looking at the forced smile on Cao Feiyu's pale face, Chen Fei gently stroked her cheek and whispered:
"You promised me you wouldn't force yourself..."
"I know."
Cao Feiyu gently interrupted him, looked up at Chen Fei's undisguised worry, and felt a warm current surge in her heart.
"Next match... I'll just concede."
Chen Fei was taken aback. He had thought he would have to say more, and he was even prepared for Cao Feiyu to be stubborn and not listen. He did not expect her to agree so readily.
Seeing Chen Fei's stunned expression, a hint of cunning and tenderness flashed in Cao Feiyu's eyes. She raised her weak hand and gently placed it on Chen Fei's hand, which was pressing on her dantian to nourish her meridians. Her fingertips were icy cold, but they carried her heartfelt feelings.
"Because I know my current situation." Cao Feiyu's voice was soft, yet it carried a sense of enlightenment and calm that came after a hard-fought battle.
A moment later, Chen Fei's identity token sent him directions to the second duel: Bingyin area, Martial Arts Arena No. 7.
When he was teleported into the arena and saw his opponent, a murmur of discussion and a few sighs of disappointment immediately arose on the surrounding viewing platforms.
Chen Fei's opponent was a young man wearing a purple robe with lightning patterns, whose body was faintly crackling with electricity.
The young man held a short hammer that shimmered with lightning, exuding a sharp aura. He was clearly a peak lightning cultivator of the Tai Cang Realm who had cultivated lightning techniques to an extremely high level.
"Shenxiao Sect, Luo Lin." The young man introduced himself, his gaze fixed intently on Chen Fei. Although his eyes were full of solemnity, they also revealed a strong fighting spirit.
Clearly, he was not intimidated by Chen Fei's achievements yesterday; on the contrary, he wanted to personally experience Chen Fei's Dao Domain.
"Dan Chen Sect, Chen Fei." Chen Fei cupped his hands, his expression calm.
"please."
"please."
Luo Lin had clearly studied Chen Fei's battle yesterday and knew that he couldn't give Chen Fei a chance to make a move.
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, heed my command! Unleash the Heavenly Thunder!"
Luo Lin raised the thunder hammer high, his body crackling with lightning, resonating intensely with the thunderous essence of heaven and earth.
In an instant, dark clouds gathered above the training ground, lightning crackled, and countless bolts of purple-gold lightning, as thick as buckets, rained down from the sky, striking Chen Fei's location relentlessly.
The thunder was deafening, the lightning blinding, and the power was terrifying.
This Ten Thousand Thunder Heavenly Guidance is the top thunder technique of the Divine Firmament Sect. It has a large attack range, a long duration, and contains the power of heavenly thunder. It has a strong restraining effect on evil spirits, formations, and shield-type defenses.
However, the violent lightning, powerful enough to blast a plane apart, vanished the moment it entered Chen Fei's chaotic domain, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.
The chaotic mist at the edge of the Dao Domain churned slightly, forcibly returning the destructive energy and rule fluctuations contained in the lightning to nothingness in an unreasonable way.
Luo Lin's expression changed slightly. Even if he were a half-step Heavenly Monarch, his Myriad Thunder Heavenly Guidance would still require some defensive measures. Yet Chen Fei's Dao Domain could actually devour lightning.
He refused to believe in evil and continuously changed his thunder techniques, from Yi Wood Divine Thunder to Geng Metal Divine Thunder, from Bing Fire Divine Thunder to Gui Water Divine Thunder, and even tried the Exorcising Evil Divine Thunder that specifically breaks through the Dao Domain and the Soul-Shattering Thunder Sound that disturbs the soul.
However, the results were invariably the same.
All lightning bolts, regardless of their attribute, form, or characteristics, lose only a fraction of their power once they enter the Chaotic Dao Domain, making them virtually ineffective against Chen Fei.
Chen Fei didn't even move a step, but simply stood quietly in the center of the Dao Domain, watching Luo Lin unleash all his skills.
Chen Fei rarely encountered pure lightning cultivators, so he took a few more glances at them.
However, Chen Fei has now lost interest in continuing to observe.
The moment Luo Lin once again condensed lightning magic, Chen Fei took a step forward, and his Dao Domain moved accordingly.
Luo Lin felt a sudden heaviness around him, as if he had sunk into a sticky swamp. His movements became sluggish, his Yuan energy flowed poorly, and a chilling force of annihilation pressed in from all directions.
Chen Fei did not use any complicated moves; he simply threw a punch.
On the fist, chaotic mist swirled, carrying immense power and the true meaning of returning to nothingness, enhanced by the Dao Domain.
Luo Lin hastily blocked with his thunder hammer.
"Boom!"
With a muffled thud, the Thunder Hammer flew out of his hand. Luo Lin felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a heavy hammer. He was sent flying backward and crashed hard into the barrier at the edge of the training ground. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
From start to finish, Chen Fei only threw one punch.
"Bingyin Region, Martial Arts Arena No. 7, the victor is Chen Fei of Danchen Sect!"
Clean and efficient, almost overwhelming.
That Dao Domain is still an insurmountable barrier for ordinary peak Tai Cang Realm cultivators.
"Alas, even at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm, one cannot truly gauge Chen Fei's abilities."
"That Dao Domain is too unfair; it's impossible to fight someone of the same level."
"It seems that only those who are half-step Heavenly Monarchs, or those who are at the peak of the Tai Cang Realm and have mastered special methods, can pose a threat to him."
"Chen Fei's luck is unparalleled; he hasn't encountered any tough opponents in two consecutive matches."
"But this is good too, it saves him a lot of resources and prepares him for the tough battles to come."
Just as Chen Fei's easy victory drew sighs of admiration for his good luck, news from another martial arts arena sent a chill down the spines of everyone who was watching Xu Ziqian.
A complex and indescribable emotion welled up inside me, even a hint of absurdity.
Xu Ziqian's second opponent was another half-step Heavenly Lord, and from the Vajra Sect, which was known for its defense and endurance.
"Another half-step Heavenly Lord? Xu Ziqian's luck with the lot is just too bad!"
"Yesterday they beat Mo Li, today they beat Duan Yue, and now Gu Ci has appeared? This is a death match!"
"Gu Ci's Vajra Indestructible Body technique has been truly mastered, possessing unparalleled defense, strong recovery ability, and the greatest strength in attrition. How will Xu Ziqian deal with it?"
"It's over. Xu Ziqian is probably really going to have to stop this time. He can't take the continuous fierce battles!"
"What a pity, such a person should be in the top two hundred."
"The lottery for the Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Sects can sometimes be really cruel."
Countless eyes were drawn to the martial arts arena where Xu Ziqian was. Three rounds in a row, each a tough battle, this was not only a test of strength, but also an extreme torment of will and luck.
Gu Ci was eight feet tall, with a pale golden face. He held a gilded staff in his hand, and his aura was deep and heavy.
He looked at Xu Ziqian, whose breathing was slightly uneven, and said in a deep voice, "You can't beat me. It's better to call it quits to avoid damaging your foundation and cutting off your path."
Xu Ziqian slowly raised his head and stared at Gu Ci.
"If you want war, then let's fight. There's no need for further words. I don't have the words 'retreat without a fight' here!"
"Hahaha, good good!"
Gu Ci stopped trying to persuade him. He could sense the terrifying will to self-destruct from the person opposite him, as well as the heart-palpitating desire emanating from the deadly weapon in his hand.
"The competition begins!"
Without further hesitation, Gu Ci slammed his gilded staff down heavily, causing a surge of pale gold to erupt around him. A blurry Vajra phantom appeared behind him, enveloping him within it.
It was precisely because of the manifestation of the Vajra Indestructible Body's supernatural power that he did not take the initiative to attack, but instead adopted the strongest defensive posture.
"kill!"
Xu Ziqian let out a hoarse roar and frantically poured his Yuan energy into the Po Jun sword in his hand.
A dark golden, ferocious axe light shot into the sky once more, charging towards Gu Ci's Vajra phantom. With each step, a bloody footprint was left on the ground, but the aura it exuded grew increasingly tragic and resolute!
Break through the enemy lines and slay the mountain!
It was still the same unstoppable move; the dark golden rainbow slashed fiercely at Gu Ci's Vajra phantom.
"clang!"
The deafening clang of metal against metal echoed throughout the training ground. Gu Ci's body trembled violently, and the ground beneath his feet cracked, but his figure remained as steady as a rock. The Vajra phantom only dimmed slightly before quickly recovering.
Xu Ziqian was sent flying backward by the palm strike of the Vajra phantom.
Xu Ziqian's expression was solemn, but his eyes were even more crazed and cold.
He didn't speak, but simply raised the Broken Army again, roared, and charged forward once more!
Once, twice, three times...
Like a moth drawn to a flame, Xu Ziqian knew he was doomed to defeat, yet he pressed on relentlessly. Each collision not only failed to break through Gu Ci's defenses, but also worsened his own injuries.
Even so, the fighting spirit and ferocity in Xu Ziqian's eyes burned even more intensely.
He no longer adhered to specific techniques, but instead channeled all his essence, energy, spirit, and even the very source of his life into the purest obsession, pouring it into the Po Jun formation.
Gradually, Gu Ci sensed that something was wrong.
Xu Ziqian's attacks grew weaker with each strike, but the Daoist aura, the resolute will to destroy everything in its path and shatter all laws, became more refined and terrifying with each attack.
What alarmed him even more was that the Po Jun weapon in Xu Ziqian's hand had been completely awakened by its master's blood and will. Although the dark gold light on the axe was dim, it was restrained and profound, faintly emitting an excited tremor, creating a strange resonance with Xu Ziqian's aura.
They are burning together, sublimating together!
The brute power of the Divine General Body, stimulated by desperate situations and destruction, was squeezed out of its last bit of potential, and merged with the fierce Daoist charm of Po Jun, which became stronger when faced with strong opponents and destroyed all laws, at a deeper level.
"Break! Break! Break! Break it for me!!!"
As he was thrown back countless times, Xu Ziqian let out his most desperate roar!
A faint yet extremely refined dark gold line ignored the Vajra defense and, with a trajectory almost like the Dao, instantly pierced through the very core of Gu Ci's Vajra phantom.
"laugh!"
A soft sound.
Gu Ci trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. A tiny crack appeared on the chest of the Vajra phantom behind him, and then the crack spread rapidly and shattered with a crash.
Gu Ci groaned, a trickle of golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His breathing became erratic, and he staggered back several steps.
A line of blood started from Gu Ci's brow and went down, almost splitting Gu Ci in two. In particular, the terrifying axe intent that invaded his body, which was both destructive and indestructible, almost shattered his soul.
After delivering that axe blow, Xu Ziqian braced himself against the ground with the axe and stared intently at Gu Ci.
The entire room fell silent.
Gu Ci looked at Xu Ziqian, his eyes filled with shock.
He knew that if it weren't for his profound Vajra Body cultivation and the fact that his opponent wasn't a half-step Heavenly Monarch, this axe strike would have been enough to kill him directly.
Even though he was not dead at this moment, Po Jun's primordial power, which could be regarded as a half-step Heavenly Monarch, had rendered him powerless to fight again. Looking at Xu Ziqian on the other side, he could easily unleash another axe strike like the one he had just used.
After a long silence, Gu Ci bowed deeply to Xu Ziqian, his voice low and solemn: "Your fighting spirit is clear, your will is iron; I admire you. In this battle, I have lost." (End of Chapter)