Crippling Liang Cheng

Not only was his opponent a seasoned expert with no telling how many foes he had faced or life-and-death battles he had survived, but Liang Bo himself had only truly fought twice since crossing over—and both opponents had been demon beasts with little intelligence.

In terms of combat experience, he was far inferior to his opponent.

Thus, when facing an opponent like Liang Cheng, he had to be exceedingly cautious. If he did not strike, so be it—but once he did, he had to ensure he dealt his opponent a crippling blow!

To that end, he had devised a strategy: continuously retreat to avoid the enemy's edge, denying his opponent the battle he craved. Given enough time, the other man would grow impatient to win, and flaws would inevitably appear in his moves. That would be the best opportunity Liang Bo had been waiting for!

Sure enough, seeing that Liang Bo refused to confront him head-on and instead kept evading with his extraordinary footwork, Liang Cheng gradually became unable to sit still.

He was, after all, a renowned expert of many years and Liang Bo's elder. It was already disgraceful enough for him to disregard his status and bully the young by personally attacking a junior like Liang Bo. If he still failed to win after so long, would people not laugh their teeth out when word got around? Where would he put his face in the future?

With that thought, he shouted, his inner strength erupting as his speed surged by another level. He swiftly rushed before Liang Bo and slashed his saber at Liang Bo's left arm. Yet because he was too hasty in attacking, a tiny flaw appeared in his stance.

"A fine opportunity!" Liang Bo's eyes lit up. He shifted slightly to the right by an inch, evading the curved saber, then swung his long blade with lightning speed. It pierced through Liang Cheng's defenses and slashed down at his left leg.

"What?" Liang Cheng was instantly shocked upon seeing Liang Bo's strike, boundless terror filling his eyes.

Within that stroke, he saw a realm of saber technique he had never attained despite a lifetime of training. It was an ultimate swiftness, so fast that he could not evade it at all. Yet in its minute details, its changes were precise as well. In an instant, the blade turned again and again, slipping through his defenses in an exceedingly ingenious manner as it cut toward his left leg!

"Pfft!" The next moment, the bone in his left leg was severed, and a great gush of blood sprayed from the wound like a fountain.

"Aah!" Liang Cheng screamed miserably, unable to keep his footing as he fell.

"You old bastard, you beat me so badly before that I nearly died and missed the clan tournament. That was one thing—but you even dared to strike Xiao Qing. Today, I will make you pay blood for blood!" Liang Bo shouted. He strode forward and delivered another slash, severing the right hand holding Liang Cheng's saber. Only then did he let out a breath.

"Liang Bo, you can't kill me! The last time I injured you badly, it was only an accident during our sparring match! As for that maid of yours, she is merely a servant. Are you really going to stand up for her?" Liang Cheng howled miserably from the ground.

"An accident? You say last time was an accident? Fine. Then I'll have an accident today too!" Liang Bo said, slashing down once more. This time, he cut a wound across Liang Cheng's chest, causing him agonizing pain without killing him immediately.

"And besides, Xiao Qing may be nothing more than a servant in your eyes, but to me, she is family! You injured my family, so naturally I will avenge her. This strike is for Xiao Qing!" As he spoke, Liang Bo swung again and slashed Liang Cheng's right leg. Likewise, it only caused excruciating pain without immediately taking his life.

"Stop!" Several voices came from nearby. A moment later, several figures rushed over at high speed. They were several elders of the Liang Clan, hurrying here after hearing that Liang Bo and Liang Cheng had started fighting.

Who would have thought that upon arriving, they would find Liang Cheng already lying on the ground while Liang Bo continued to slash at him, stroke after stroke?

The elders were deeply shaken and hurriedly spoke up to stop Liang Bo.

Yet they had not expected that at that moment, Liang Bo would suddenly raise his foot and stomp fiercely down on Liang Cheng's dantian.

"Aah!" Liang Cheng wailed miserably. "You... you actually crippled my dantian?"

When he saw the elders arrive, he had been delighted, thinking he was saved. He had never expected Liang Bo to be so ruthless as to directly cripple his dantian. The dantian was the foundation of cultivation; once it was ruined, even if he survived today, he could only live as a cripple!

"Liang Bo, what are you doing?" The elders who had rushed over were immediately furious. Even after they had spoken, Liang Bo still dared to strike so heavily. He clearly did not place them in his eyes!

One elder's expression turned fierce as he suddenly reached out to seize Liang Bo.

"Wait, Third Elder. Let me first find out exactly what happened. Liang Bo, why did you strike Ninth Elder so heavily?" Another elder flashed forward and stopped him.

"Nothing much. Last time, Liang Cheng used sparring as an excuse to deliberately beat me so badly that I nearly lost my life. This time, he injured one of mine as well. What, am I not allowed to retaliate?" Liang Bo said blandly.

The Third Elder who had been preparing to attack was named Liang Ying. He sneered. "The last time you were injured, it was merely Ninth Elder's mistake. Yet now you have struck so viciously, directly crippling Ninth Elder. You have no respect for your elders. Today, this old man has no choice but to seize you and get to the bottom of this!"

He abruptly stepped forward, reaching to lock Liang Bo's cervical vertebrae.

However, before he could pounce upon Liang Bo, the long saber in Liang Bo's hand had already swept horizontally toward him with dazzling saber light, blocking his path at a stroke. If he dared take another step forward, he would inevitably crash into the blade's edge.

"You dare raise a hand against this old man?" Liang Ying narrowed his eyes.

The other elders at the side had not intended to intervene, but their expressions now turned cold as well. If a junior showed them such disrespect to their faces and they did nothing, would not all the clan's rules become worthless from then on?

Liang Bo sneered. "An accident? You actually believe such nonsense? Liang Cheng was far stronger than I was back then. He had more than enough ability to control the rhythm of the fight—how could he possibly have made a mistake? And that so-called mistake just happened to come right before the clan tournament. If you say it was not deliberate, I'm afraid only a three-year-old child would believe you!"

"You!" Liang Ying's expression froze.

How could they not know what Liang Bo had said? It was merely that Liang Cheng had then been a lofty clan elder, while Liang Bo was only a junior boy with no background, no strength, and no patron to rely on. Who would offend Liang Cheng for his sake?

Furthermore, because Liang Bo had crossed over, in the eyes of others, although Liang Cheng had seriously injured him, he had not taken his life and had even sent someone to treat his wounds afterward. With that, the others were even less likely to stand up for him. One by one, they pretended to know nothing.

Now that Liang Bo had exposed it to their faces, they all found it somewhat difficult to save face.