"Kid, it's time to end this. I've found your weakness, and I know all your tricks. What else have you got? Use it all."
The mysterious man had thought that relying on the Gate of Myriad Wonders would make him invincible. Yet several times, he had nearly taken Ye Yang's life!
One looked utterly disheveled, constantly dodging and evading, while the other pressed forward with a relentless offensive. The contrast between them was stark.
Pfft!
A flash of sword light burst out, and a figure plummeted straight down from above. Blood immediately began flowing from the wound.
"Kid, I already told you that you're no match for me. Now it's your time to die. You can still consider my earlier suggestion. Otherwise, the consequences will be severe."
The man had struck once and was now pressing forward step by step. He showed no hesitation, nor the slightest trace of pity.
Taking advantage of his opponent's weakness to finish him was one of his principles. He closed in at once.
"How about it? Why make things difficult for yourself? I've made myself clear. As long as you agree to my conditions and work for me, I can spare your life. I can even give you an unparalleled opportunity."
"I can tell you about my Gate of Myriad Wonders, if you'd like. I can even teach you personally until you've mastered it."
He pressed forward relentlessly, killing intent surging around him, yet at the same time he started quibbling endlessly. He was practically a walking contradiction.
"Die! Accept the judgment of fate!"
Looking down from above with overwhelming momentum, he had clearly seized the initiative. One move followed another, and every strike was lethal. Sword Qi swept in all directions, slicing Ye Yang's clothes several times.
"Oh no, I can't hold on. I'm going to die. I'm going to lose."
To confuse his enemy and create the illusion that he was on the verge of defeat, Ye Yang began his performance!
His objective was simple and direct: confuse his opponent, make him lower his guard, and then launch a fatal strike.
"How about it? It's still not too late to surrender. If you don't, there'll be no turning back once the bowstring is drawn."
A cold smile curled the corners of the man's lips. The tip of the sword in his hand trembled lightly, as though it might transform into an arrow of death at any moment and pierce Ye Yang's chest.
The man and his sword radiated an intimidating aura. Ye Yang, by contrast, had remained entirely on the defensive, unable to organize an effective attack. In the man's eyes, this was the best proof that Ye Yang was inferior to him.
"How about it? I already told you not to challenge me, not to force me. Surrender obediently and everything can still be discussed. Now, no matter what you say, it's too late. Hand over your life!"
Sword Qi stretched across eight hundred meters. Who could withstand the Flying Immortal Sword? Several times, it had nearly taken Ye Yang's life, but each time he dispelled it with perfect timing!
"Kid, are you a rat or something? All you do is scurry around. If you have the guts, clash with me head-on. Stop hesitating. This won't do."
The mysterious man was now practically soaring like a rainbow. He had begun his battle in this Small Woods, which was the ideal location he had chosen—and the place where his opponent would be buried.
"Can you dodge on the first day and the fifteenth? Watch my sword!"
The man reversed his grip and held the sword before his chest, preparing to unleash a powerful move. His opponent had been testing his patience and limits, and he had long since become impatient.
Buzz!
The long sword in his hand began trembling nonstop, emitting a peculiar frequency that spread in every direction. Clearly, he had unleashed his true killing intent.
The ringing of the sword continued without end, forming a strange sound wave. As time passed, it directly produced an inexplicable vibration.
"Kid, this is merely a little trick of mine. Next, I'll give you something to be surprised about."
"Keep showing off. Let's see how long you can keep it up. Don't think I don't know what you're planning. Trying to stall for time before me is completely useless."
"Is that so? I'm actually looking forward to it. If you have the ability, kill me in one move. If you don't, stop spouting nonsense."
While observing his opponent, Ye Yang's Primordial Chaos Creation Art began circulating madly.
Crack!
At first, nothing seemed to happen, and he paid it no mind. But afterward, astonishing destruction erupted. Within a hundred-meter radius centered on him, not a blade of grass remained. Everything was mercilessly shattered into powder by the ringing of the sword.
"How about it? This is only a small warning. Don't challenge my patience and limits. Will you agree or not?"
Sunlight filtered through the sparse leaves, casting mottled patterns across his cruel face and making him look even more ferocious. Whether from nervousness or because of the effect he had just produced, he had become wildly excited!
His entire being had entered a state of frenzy. Unless absolutely necessary, he would never use this move, because it placed an enormous strain on the spirit.
With the slightest mistake, he would suffer a backlash from his opponent and turn into a demon who knew nothing but slaughter. He would never use it unless forced to. But this kid was as slippery as an eel, and without a wide-area killing move, he could not deal with him.
"Kill..."
The sword shot out like a dragon, its momentum unstoppable. He turned and charged at Ye Yang once more. After all, when someone paid him to eliminate a problem, he had to do so—he could not ruin the reputation of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion because of himself.
That single, simple word had already expressed his attitude. His entire body transformed into a whirlwind and poured toward the young man before him.
Sword Qi swept in all directions, unstoppable, instantly enveloping him completely.
"Clang..."
Ye Yang did not remain idle. He knew that once an enemy became thoroughly enraged, they would reveal a weakness. That was precisely the effect he wanted, the opening he had been waiting for.
Each move was stronger than the last, each sword strike faster than the one before. In the end, the two of them were like bolts of lightning, transforming into countless afterimages until their figures could no longer be seen.
"Kid, accept your fate. Stop struggling. Stop resisting."
"Is that so? Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"
A trace of cunning flashed through Ye Yang's eyes. His body trembled slightly, as if he had truly reached the end of his strength.
"You don't know when to quit. I already gave you a chance. If you don't cherish it, don't blame me."
"Until the final moment, life and death are impossible to predict. What makes you think you've definitely killed me? What makes you think you've already got me in the bag?"
"What? All you can do now is keep dodging. You can't launch a useful attack, can you?"
Every move forced him back, every move threatened his life. In the man's view, if he was not overwhelmingly dominant, then could he possibly be the one at a disadvantage?
"Fine. I've had enough fun with you. Now it's my turn."
Ye Yang suddenly stomped on the ground, launching himself into the air like a hunting leopard pouncing on its prey. At some point, a short blade had appeared in his hand. A flash of cold light shot toward the man's throat.
"Good one, kid! No wonder you've been pretending all along. I nearly fell for it."
With his brilliance finally revealed and his momentum unstoppable, a primitive-looking long sword appeared in Ye Yang's hand at some unknown point.
The instant the long sword appeared, his Soul-Reaping Sword technique erupted involuntarily. He had comprehended it thoroughly, and its sword momentum was intimidating and unstoppable.
"Clang!" The scene unfolded too quickly. Shock flashed through the man's eyes, and caught off guard, he could only retreat hastily.
"What sword technique is this?" The man was utterly stunned. He had always believed that his opponent did not know sword techniques and merely possessed great physical strength. Instead, events had taken a dramatic turn.
"Want to learn? I can teach you."
Ye Yang sneered disdainfully. The balance between offense and defense had now shifted, and it was his turn to suppress the mysterious man before him.
"Impudent! Do you really think I have no way to kill you?"
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