You're Still Alive!
Long Qinghe hurriedly parried with his sword.
"Clang--!!!"
The immense force slammed down along the sword, causing his arms to suddenly sink, the rocks beneath his feet to crack, and he slid backward several feet, his boots carving two white tracks into the wet stones.
As the lightning subsided, a tall, slender figure slowly straightened up.
Bai Yushan was shirtless, the deep sword wound on his back that exposed bone had mostly healed, leaving only a pale pink mark of new flesh. His black hair was wet and clung to his face, his narrow eyes flashed with electricity, and a ferocious smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
"Titled Douluo, is this all you've got?"
When Long Qinghe saw who it was, he was first stunned, and then the surprise on his face turned into disbelief.
"You... you're still alive?!"
His sword strike was premeditated; even Titled Douluo of the same realm would be severely injured if struck by it. Yet this young man, who had fallen into the deep sea, had climbed back so quickly and recovered most of his injuries.
"They're alive and well."
Bai Yushan cracked his knuckles as he moved them. "But you, after being beaten to a pulp by Sister Bi Ji, still dare to spout nonsense here."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pushed off with his foot, the reef cracked, and he turned into a blue and white blur as he rushed straight towards the target.
Long Qinghe's eyes flashed with a sharp light. After all, he was Titled Douluo, and he quickly suppressed his brief shock. He knew that he was in extremely poor condition, but if he couldn't even handle a mere Soul Elder, where would he put his face as Titled Douluo?
He lowered his stance, his longsword pointing diagonally at the ground, and precisely thrust it forward to meet the charging figure.
Third Soul Skill: Azure Nether Sword Array!
The sword light split in mid-air, and six crisscrossing white sword shadows blocked Bai Yushan's frontal charge, with each sword shadow targeting his vital joints.
Bai Yushan seemed oblivious to the countless sword shadows, his speed increasing instead of decreasing. A dark luster instantly covered his right fist as he unleashed his full Armament Haki.
He forced his way through the gap between the two sword shadows, a bloody gash appearing on his shoulder from the sword energy, but his fist was already slamming into Long Qinghe's face.
Five Beast Way: Tiger Roar Mountain-Crushing Fist!
Long Qinghe hadn't expected him to fight so fiercely. In a hurry, he withdrew his sword and went back to defend, holding the sword horizontally in front of his chest.
"Clang--!"
His fist slammed into the sword, the force of which numbed his tiger's mouth and aggravated the wound on his chest. The dormant gray-green power suddenly became chaotic, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, forcibly swallowing back the blood that was rising up.
We must not act rashly.
He gritted his teeth, twisted his wrist, and slid the longsword past Bai Yushan's fist, then slashed towards his wrist.
Second Soul Skill: Light-Splitting Sword Shadows!
One sword splits into three, with three sword lights cutting towards the wrist, elbow, and shoulder respectively, at tricky and ruthless angles.
Bai Yushan twisted his arm at an odd angle, activated his Lightning Flash Step, and shifted half a foot to the side. Two sword lights grazed his skin, but the third left a bloody mark on his forearm.
He didn't even flinch, but lunged forward, his left elbow, gleaming with a dark luster, slamming into Long Qinghe's chest.
They're close now.
Once a swordsman is caught in the crossfire of such a ferocious beast, the advantage of his longsword is largely lost.
Long Qinghe's expression changed slightly, and he retreated rapidly, simultaneously thrusting his knee upwards and slamming it into Bai Yushan's abdomen.
The two exchanged several blows in an instant on the narrow rocky beach, their fists and sword energy swirling together, causing the surrounding rocks to crack from the shockwaves.
"Bang!"
A knee strike and an elbow strike collided, and both were knocked back.
Bai Yushan landed on a rock, looked down at his lower abdomen, where the skin and flesh were rapidly tightening under the stimulation of the electric current, and the pain subsided after a few breaths.
Long Qinghe retreated further, his chest heaving violently. He could clearly feel that with each exertion of his strength, the two life-and-death forces in his meridians became more agitated, forcing him to divert his Soul Power to suppress them.
The boy's body was as hard as steel, and his recovery speed was terrifying. If this dragged on any longer, the situation would only get worse.
A swift and decisive victory is needed.
Long Qinghe's eyes darkened, and the Soul Ring on his body suddenly lit up. He took a step forward, raised his longsword high above his head, and the gleaming white sword energy condensed wildly.
Fourth Soul Skill: Sword Howls Across the Sky!
A solid sword light, several meters long, slashed down, its sharp, piercing cry tearing through the air and even pushing the seawater beneath their feet apart.
He mobilized seventy percent of his Soul Power with this sword strike, determined to cut the boy in two.
Bai Yushan watched the descending sword light, his narrow eyes showing no sign of retreat, but instead burning with an excited crimson.
Instead of dodging, he suddenly stepped forward, his right fist retracting to his waist, and blue-white electricity and pitch-black Haki simultaneously Entanglement around it.
Thunder Way: Thunder Dragon's Iron Fist!
The fist slammed upwards, meeting the sword light head-on.
"Boom--!!!"
Fist and sword clashed, a violent Impact swept in all directions, shattering rocks on the reef beach and causing the rocks beneath their feet to explode simultaneously.
Bai Yushan's right arm was torn open, and blood dripped from his fist, but his body remained motionless, stubbornly resisting the sword light.
Long Qinghe's pupils suddenly contracted.
His sword energy was actually forced back by this punch.
Right now.
Bai Yushan, with sword energy pressing forward, his left hand already forming a halberd, thrusting along the gap in the sword towards Long Qinghe's throat.
Five Beast Way - Deer Antlers Pierce the Sun Thrust!
Long Qinghe turned his head hastily, his fingertips brushing against his neck, tearing a bloody gash in his skin.
The chill of death brushed against his neck, and Long Qinghe broke out in a cold sweat. He dared not hold back any longer. His longsword flew out of his hand, spinning in the air. He formed hand seals and frantically poured his Soul Power into it.
Fifth Soul Skill: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin!
The longsword exploded in the air, creating a sky full of sword shadows. Dozens of pale white sword lights poured down like a torrential rain, covering an area of ten feet in radius, leaving no room for escape.
Bai Yushan looked up at the rain of swords filling the sky, took a deep breath, and a jet-black luster covered his entire body, while blue and white electric currents exploded on his skin.
Instead of defending himself, he ducked and rushed in.
Slaughter Path - Cold Blade Holding Light!
The pitch-black palm blade slashed out to meet the first sword light, shattering it. Then, the second and third sword lights struck him one after another, and blood splattered from his shoulders, back, and waist.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, charging forward despite the rain of swords. With each strike, his speed increased, electric currents surged wildly at his wounds, and his damaged flesh healed at a visible pace, only to be torn open again by new sword light.
In just a few breaths, he was covered in blood, yet he had already rushed to Long Qinghe's side.
Looking into those scarlet, crazed eyes, Long Qinghe felt a chill run down his spine for the first time.
This brat isn't afraid of death at all.
He hurriedly recalled his longsword, but the sword's shadow was still in mid-air; it was too late.
Bai Yushan's fist had already slammed into his chest, and on the dark fist blade, 500,000 volts of current were being compressed wildly.
"Bang--!!!"
The punch landed squarely on that old wound.
Long Qinghe groaned and flew backward, his chest wound reopening completely. The power of life and death revolving within his meridians was activated by this punch, and gray and green light flashed wildly across his body.
He crashed heavily onto the rocks, rolled several times, and spat out a mouthful of blood.