Battle with Po Hun (Part 2)

The battle continued. Po Hun had already used eighty percent of his power, while Yuan Tian had used ninety percent. The battle had temporarily fallen into a deadlock, yet neither side dared relax.

The instant either of them let down his guard, failure—or even death—would await them. That was something neither could accept. As the battle dragged on, Yuan Tian and Po Hun's mana and physical strength plummeted at an astonishing rate. In their current states, without outside interference, they might be able to hold on for another hundred years or so. A hundred years sounded long, but in the Primordial Wilderness, it was exceedingly short. This meant their battle would end within a century, and those hundred years would only grow more intense, with both of them becoming more cautious and more frenzied.

These two are truly mad. What life-and-death grudge could they possibly have to fight this desperately? But I like it. I like people who fight with their lives on the line. Heh heh... The black-clothed man hiding nearby could not help thinking to himself.

Everything seemed to be unfolding as foretold. With a swish, a streak of green light flashed before Yuan Tian's eyes.

"Ugh!" Yuan Tian let out a muffled groan. Po Hun had drawn his saber first, and Yuan Tian was unfortunately struck again. At the instant he was cut, Yuan Tian felt as though something had torn through his soul, bringing an indescribable agony that made him groan despite himself.

Fortunately, Yuan Tian's Ninefold Soul-Origin Mystic Art cultivated the soul as well. Otherwise, he would not merely have suffered a moment of pain just now—he would have been finished.

It was precisely because the Ninefold Soul-Origin Mystic Art also cultivated the soul that his soul had only hurt for that instant. Even so, it was almost more than Yuan Tian could bear. Injuries to the soul were the hardest for anyone to endure.

Yuan Tian was furious. That bastard had pulled the same trick twice already, each time more shameless than the last.

But Yuan Tian truly could not say much about it. In a life-and-death battle, the other party could not be expected to remind him before drawing a weapon. If he was injured, he could only blame himself, not others. He could only blame his own skills for being insufficient; in a duel to the death, blades and swords had no eyes.

"Heh heh, brat, how does it feel to be wounded by my Po Hun Saber?" Seeing Yuan Tian groan in pain, Po Hun found the sound extraordinarily pleasant and could not help taunting him.

The Po Hun Saber was Po Hun's life-bound weapon—the saber Yuan Tian had seen strapped to Po Hun's back when he first encountered him. The Po Hun Saber belonged to the category of weapons. The greatest difference between weapons and magical treasures was that magical treasures could be stored within the body, while weapons could not. Neither could be called better or worse; each had its own benefits and advantages.

The Po Hun Saber possessed unparalleled might, no weaker than a high-grade innate spirit treasure among magical treasures. Moreover, because the Po Hun Saber was Po Hun's life-bound spiritual treasure, he could unleash two hundred percent of its power.

In other words, in Po Hun's hands, the Po Hun Saber was certainly stronger than a high-grade innate spirit treasure and could barely compare with a top-grade innate spirit treasure.

Po Hun cultivated both the Destruction Law and the Soul Law. That was why Yuan Tian had sensed such terrifying Sha Qi and killing intent from him. The Destruction Law itself carried intense Sha Qi and killing intent. Furthermore, with Po Hun's current cultivation, he had no way to restrain the Sha Qi and killing intent around him, causing them to spill out constantly.

Po Hun found this quite helpless as well. Was this not simply exposing his own whereabouts? It could easily draw pursuit from his enemies. Of course, everyone who had pursued him had instead been killed by him. He even looked forward to more people hunting him down, since that would allow his cultivation to rise faster.

As Po Hun's life-bound weapon, the Po Hun Saber could not only harm the body but also damage the soul. It was precisely because of its ability to injure souls that Po Hun had repeatedly slain Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals who hunted him down. The Po Hun Saber could be said to be one of Po Hun's most important means of preserving his life. Yuan Tian had carelessly fallen prey to it and suffered a minor injury to his soul.

"Hmph, so that saber is a weapon capable of harming the soul. No wonder. I deserved to be hurt." Yuan Tian's Illusory-Extinguishing Star Eye was no mere decoration. With a single glance, he saw through the Po Hun Saber's true nature. No wonder a mere slash had made his soul feel as though it were being torn apart. Everything was caused by that weapon. He had truly been careless from the beginning, failing to pay close attention to the saber on Po Hun's back. Then again, if it had been an ordinary weapon, why would an expert Zenith Heaven True Immortal carry it on his back? He had not observed carefully enough and deserved to suffer this loss. Yuan Tian was not one to blame heaven and earth. Having just suffered a setback, he immediately analyzed its cause. He could not fail twice in the same place.

"Oh, a weapon capable of harming souls. That is extremely, extremely rare in the Primordial Wilderness. Even magical treasures with soul-damaging abilities are scarce, let alone a weapon. It seems this brat also cultivates the Soul Law. I wonder what else he has yet to reveal. This is truly something to look forward to." The black-clothed man watching in secret was clearly no ordinary person either. From that single exchange, he had seen through the Po Hun Saber's nature.

"Hmph, what are you so happy about? Do you think a single weapon can decide victory or defeat?" Since Yuan Tian knew that the Po Hun Saber could harm souls, he would naturally prepare for it. The Ninefold Soul-Origin Mystic Art was highly effective at protecting the soul. He had merely been careless before. Now that he was prepared, would he still fear Po Hun's saber?

"Take this!"

"Brat, you brought this upon yourself, so don't blame me." Po Hun was quite pleased to see Yuan Tian attack proactively. He had feared that once Yuan Tian understood the Po Hun Saber's properties, he would immediately flee for dear life. Then Po Hun would have had no good solution. But this was much better. Since Yuan Tian was not running, Po Hun had a way to kill him.

The two clashed again. This time, however, one wielded a saber while the other fought barehanded. They engaged in close combat, and after a thousand exchanges, Yuan Tian deliberately revealed a flaw that Po Hun noticed.

"Good chance!"

Po Hun did not care whether Yuan Tian had intentionally exposed that opening. Since there was an opening, Yuan Tian could die. Po Hun viciously swung the Po Hun Saber at the flaw Yuan Tian had revealed. In an instant, before Yuan Tian seemed able to react, the Po Hun Saber had already struck his body. Po Hun seemed to see Yuan Tian's pained expression. Victory was within sight, and a smile crept onto his face. But what was reality?

"How is this possible? How were you not harmed?"

When Po Hun's saber struck Yuan Tian's body, Yuan Tian's skin split and flesh tore open. Yet Po Hun discovered that Yuan Tian's soul seemed entirely unharmed; only his body had been injured. What was going on? How could Yuan Tian's soul be fine? The sight before him left Po Hun stunned.

"This is the chance!"

Yuan Tian had painstakingly staged this bitter flesh ploy and risked his own life. Was it not all for this very opportunity? How could he possibly let it go?

Yuan Tian was truly ruthless. If his Ninefold Soul-Origin Mystic Art had failed to block the Po Hun Saber's soul damage, he would have been utterly finished. Even if it could block the damage to his soul, if his physical body had failed to reduce the saber's damage to the minimum, he would still have met a tragic end. Fortunately, Yuan Tian's luck seemed rather good. Everything unfolded exactly as he had predicted, without the slightest deviation, and he had waited for the perfect opportunity.

"Die! I snip!!!" Yuan Tian pulled a pair of golden, gleaming scissors from nowhere and cut at the still-dazed Po Hun. That was right—the scissors Yuan Tian had produced were the offensive magical treasure he had refined, the Golden Dragon Scissors.

At this moment, the scissors were likely fifty thousand zhang in size. Yuan Tian gripped one handle in each of his massive hands, looking exactly like a gardener preparing to trim flowers.

Yet what stood before Yuan Tian was not a flower, but merely a heaven-reaching giant.

"Ah!!!"

Yuan Tian's thunderous roar finally jolted Po Hun out of his daze. Once he recovered, Po Hun saw a colossal pair of scissors cutting toward him. Sha Qi surged from the scissors, and even Po Hun could not help being startled by the sight.

"What is going on? How did a pair of scissors suddenly appear?"

"Where did these scissors come from?"

"Why are they cutting at me?"

Countless questions sprang into Po Hun's mind all at once, but he had clearly failed to notice that Yuan Tian was the one holding the scissors. By the time he fully realized what was happening, Yuan Tian's Golden Dragon Scissors had already reached him. It was no longer realistic for Po Hun to dodge them completely, so he could only throw himself to the side with all his strength.

Fortunately, Po Hun's luck was not bad. He had not been cut in half by Yuan Tian's scissors. Even so, Yuan Tian had nearly scared him to death. Naturally, he had not actually died, but severe injuries were unavoidable. Seeing such results, Yuan Tian had achieved his goal. His deliberate earlier injury had not been in vain. Yuan Tian was truly ruthless—this was a fighting style that traded life for life.

I never expected that brat in the azure Daoist robe to be so ruthless. Not bad. A man must be ruthless to himself. If he is not ruthless to himself, how can he be ruthless to his enemies? This ruthlessness has my style. I like it. Heh heh... Needless to say, this was once again the black-clothed man hiding nearby. That sinister chuckle of his made it obvious enough. Judging by his meaning, he too was someone ruthless toward himself and even more ruthless toward his enemies.

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