Life-and-Death Duel (Part 1)

Unfortunately, Wo You's application for Sanjiang was not approved, but there would be a "New Book Recommendation in the Novel Category" recommendation at 2013-6-21 4:00:00 (Sunday). Wo You would keep updating and hoped all the big shots would offer plenty of support. ...

"Kid, you..." At this moment, where was Po Hun's initial smile? He was furious. He had never imagined that, after a lifetime of glorious fame, he would actually capsize before a Primordial Wilderness "newbie." This was simply outrageous!!!

"What do you mean, 'you'? Are you allowed to use a saber while I'm not allowed to use scissors? What kind of logic is that? What sort of rule is that? Is it another one of your Primordial Wilderness survival laws?" Yuan Tian rudely cut Po Hun off. What the hell was this? Po Hun was allowed to use his Po Hun Saber, but Yuan Tian was not allowed to use his Golden Dragon Scissors? What kind of logic was that? The logic of allowing officials to set fires while forbidding commoners to light lamps, or Po Hun's Primordial Wilderness survival-law logic? In any case, Yuan Tian would not bother with that pile of chaotic nonsense.

"I..."

Po Hun seemed about to say something, but before he could finish, Yuan Tian cut him off again. Yuan Tian seemed to quite enjoy interrupting people. That was not a good habit. One ought to respect others, at the very least letting them finish speaking first. Wouldn't you agree?

"Enough, Po Hun. Stop with the 'I this, I that.' Between us, we both have weapons now. Last round, you ambushed me once; this round, I paid you back once. Neither of us should criticize the other. Come to think of it, you even got the better deal. After all, I traded injury for injury to land that hit. Tell me, didn't you gain an advantage?" After speaking, Yuan Tian even put on an expression that said Po Hun had already profited.

"..." Po Hun truly had no way to refute Yuan Tian. In truth, it was just as Yuan Tian had said. But his injuries were heavier than Yuan Tian's! Could he use that as an excuse? Of course not. If he said that aloud, would he not die of embarrassment? Though he did not seem particularly concerned about losing face.

"Come, fight!"

"Then fight!!!"

The two clashed once more. This time, it was no longer a barehanded battle. One held a saber, while the other wielded... uh, a pair of scissors.

"I'll chop! I'll chop! I'll chop!"

"I'll snip, I'll snip, I'll snip you to death!"

The two seemed to have gone stupid. One only knew how to chop, while the other only knew how to snip. How was this the lofty, otherworldly battle of immortals? It was clearly a fight between two street punks! Could the two of you show a little technical skill? Don't let your fighting style drop from immortal level to street-punk level the moment you pick up weapons. Did you still have any dignity as immortals?

Po Hun holding that saber was not much of an issue, but Yuan Tian holding those scissors looked utterly awkward. Even Yuan Tian himself found it awkward. Watching himself fight with scissors, he felt like the "fierce and wicked" Southern Sea Crocodile God from Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils in his previous life, holding Crocodile-Mouth Scissors and snipping away. The awkwardness was unbearable. Yet if he did not use the scissors, he had no other offensive spirit treasures. Only these Golden Dragon Scissors could serve as both a spirit treasure and a weapon, so he could only make do with them.

"Kid, I've played with you for so many years. It's time to end this. Let me show you the true power of my Po Hun Saber." After several hundred years of fighting, Po Hun was the first to grow impatient. He was going to unleash the Po Hun Saber's true power. When the tiger did not show its might, did people really take it for a sick cat?

"I'd be delighted to see just how powerful the Po Hun Saber truly is. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Yuan Tian had always suspected that Po Hun had not brought out the Po Hun Saber's true power. Otherwise, there was no reason a pure weapon comparable to a high-grade Innate Spirit Treasure could fight his Golden Dragon Scissors to a standstill. After all, his Golden Dragon Scissors belonged to the category of magical treasures. In weapon attributes alone, they were surely more than a notch weaker than the Po Hun Saber.

This was not Yuan Tian boosting another's prestige while diminishing his own; it was the truth. Now that Po Hun said he would unleash the Po Hun Saber's true power, that was better. Otherwise, Yuan Tian would always have to guard against Po Hun suddenly pulling out some ultimate move. Constant vigilance was simply too exhausting.

"Don't worry. I won't disappoint you. Behold, the first form of my Eight Po Hun Forms—Demon Soul Emergence!"

The Eight Po Hun Forms had eight forms in total. Po Hun had created them from inherited saber techniques, Soul Law, and his countless years of study. Once all eight forms emerged, souls would scatter and gods would perish. However, the Eight Po Hun Forms were still incomplete. There were only the first six moves, while the final two remained hazy and indistinct. Without the coordination of those final two moves, the power of the Eight Po Hun Forms was undoubtedly greatly reduced. Even so, they were still one of the rare secret arts of the Primordial Wilderness, with extraordinary power.

"Hmph, a secret art, is it? Just because you have one doesn't mean I don't. Watch my divine secret art, Heaven-Treading Nine Steps! First Step—First Step: Space Lock!"

The Heaven-Treading Nine Steps were a divine ability Yuan Tian had created with Spatial Law and Speed Law as its foundation, supplemented by various other laws. It was one of the supreme divine abilities combining footwork and movement techniques. Beneath its nine steps, demons, gods, men, and ghosts would all die, and all things would return to nothingness. Like the Eight Po Hun Forms, the Heaven-Treading Nine Steps were incomplete. With Yuan Tian's current cultivation realm, he could only create the first six steps, but each step still possessed boundless might. Besides, had Po Hun not only created the first six forms of his Eight Po Hun Forms as well? The two were eight taels against half a catty—perhaps they would tie again. Wasn't anything possible?

"Space Lock? Let's see how you lock me! Second form of the Eight Po Hun Forms—Star-Shattering Moon-Sundering!" The moment Po Hun heard the name of Yuan Tian's divine ability, he was displeased. Heaven-treading? Who did Yuan Tian think he was treading on? So arrogant. Space Lock? Was he trying to lock Po Hun? Po Hun wanted to see whether Yuan Tian could lock him down.

"Second Step of the Heaven-Treading Nine Steps—Second Step: Heaven-Shaking! I'll shake you to death." Couldn't lock him down? Then shaking him to death would do. Clearly, Yuan Tian was not willing to be outdone either.

"Shake me to death? Watch me devour you! Third form of the Eight Po Hun Forms—Heaven-Devouring Moon-Devouring!" Fine, Po Hun was no weak character either. He had always been the one squeezing others; no one had ever dared squeeze him. Yet someone actually dared say he would shake Po Hun to death. Po Hun turned ruthless.

"Third Step of the Heaven-Treading Nine Steps—Third Step: Heaven-Rocking!"

"Oh, these two fellows' divine abilities and secret arts are quite remarkable. Even across the entire Primordial Wilderness, they could probably rank among the notable ones. Still, given the cultivation of these two little fellows, they are indeed worthy of possessing such divine abilities and secret arts." The black-clothed man at the side once again could not bear loneliness and began speaking. Unfortunately, there was no one beside him, so no one heard what he said. His expressions were wasted for nothing.

"Go die! Fourth form of the Eight Po Hun Forms—Heavenly Nether Slumber!" Po Hun seemed extremely confident in this Heavenly Nether Slumber. Even the momentum of his shout was different.

The moment Heavenly Nether Slumber appeared, Yuan Tian felt something—death. He felt as though something were calling to him. He wanted so badly to sleep, but Yuan Tian knew he could not sleep. Since being reborn in the Primordial Wilderness several billion years ago, he had never slept even once. Why would he suddenly feel this way now? The feeling made Yuan Tian extremely uncomfortable. Fortunately, Yuan Tian was immensely powerful. After struggling for a while, he finally recovered somewhat.

"Ha! Fourth Step of the Heaven-Treading Nine Steps—Fourth Step: Heaven-Suppressing!" The moment Heaven-Suppressing emerged, Yuan Tian's sensation of death immediately retreated far away from him. That had been close. He had nearly been finished just now. He had not expected Po Hun to conceal a soul illusion within that move. Yuan Tian had been unprepared and had actually fallen for it. Fortunately, the Ninefold Soul-Origin Mystic Art protected him, or that strike might have been dangerous.

"Not bad, kid. You actually escaped even that. I wonder whether you can take this move as well. Fifth form of the Eight Po Hun Forms—Saber Dominates All Under Heaven!" Po Hun could not understand how Yuan Tian could be so lucky. Yuan Tian had escaped calamity again. Could the Great Dao be related to him somehow? Po Hun could not help feeling sick with irritation. Otherwise, how could someone always be so lucky? Why did Po Hun not have such luck? The gap between people could not possibly be this great! It seemed Po Hun was thoroughly displeased.

"Saber Dominates All Under Heaven? I'll seal even the heavens themselves. Let's see how you can dominate then. Fifth Step of the Heaven-Treading Nine Steps—Fifth Step: Heaven-Sealing!" What could Po Hun do if he was unhappy? Yuan Tian would make him even more unhappy; it was enough for Yuan Tian himself to be happy. Yuan Tian rather admired the idea that enjoying alone was better than enjoying together. His mindset was a little dark.

"Ultimate form of the Eight Po Hun Forms—Man and Saber as One!" Po Hun had unleashed his ultimate move. Hadn't he already shouted "ultimate form"? If this was not an ultimate move, then what was?

Yuan Tian was bewildered. Wasn't this only the sixth form? How had it become the ultimate form? Was this fellow fooling him again?

Seeing Yuan Tian's bewildered expression, how could Po Hun not know what Yuan Tian was thinking? Po Hun was filled with hatred. Who told him that his Eight Po Hun Forms had not yet been completely created? He could only call the sixth form the ultimate form for now. At the very least, it had to sound imposing. But now, he had made himself somewhat embarrassed. Had he known earlier, he would have temporarily renamed them the Six Po Hun Forms. Then he would not have ended up so awkward.

Yuan Tian was not bewildered for long. On one hand, Po Hun's attack had already arrived, leaving him no room to remain confused. On the other, seeing Po Hun's embarrassed expression, Yuan Tian—whose intelligence was not too low—seemed to understand something. So Po Hun's Eight Po Hun Forms, like his own Heaven-Treading Nine Steps, had not been completely created! This sixth form was probably the final form. What the hell? Yuan Tian had thought there were several more forms afterward. Wasn't that just trying to scare people? Yuan Tian did not consider himself. Had he not only created six steps as well, while still shouting about nine steps? Yet he had the nerve to criticize Po Hun. Still, things were good now. The two were evenly matched, and Yuan Tian no longer needed to worry about the moves that came afterward or waste any more brain cells. Yuan Tian was delighted. Delighted though he was, he still had to receive Po Hun's move before him. Not only did he have to receive it, he had to receive it well—receive it beautifully.

"Sixth Step of the Heaven-Treading Nine Steps—Sixth Step: Heaven-Shifting! Shift for me, shift!!!"

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