Chapter 1678
Chapter 1678 (Raw 1690):
Now, the Divine Firmament Sect's Fang Yun, who originally was confident of fighting Ling Yu to a draw, even defeating him, showed an extremely unsightly expression. Twenty moves had already passed, and he ended up in a very passive position.
Fang Yun's maneuvering space steadily shrank. He found every attack tricky to handle. He could not even completely bring out his aura, either.
From the very start, Fang Yun was suppressed, unable to utilize his strength. Now, this suppression intensified.
This was a mutual exchange of moves. Although the fight was intense, no matter what, they could not engage in a true fight to the death.
One would not be able to execute their killing moves or life-preserving trump cards. While one had these things, others would too. If everyone brought out their killing moves or life-preserving trump cards, the consequences would be hard to predict.
After one returned to one's sect, punishment would definitely be waiting. This was an unwritten rule of the various Greeting of Swords' Edges.
Without being able to use killing moves or life-preserving trump cards, Fang Yun had no way to turn the situation around. The enraged Ling Yu did not give him any opportunities.
Ling Yu fought on firmly. After another ten moves, Fang Yun, who had been bitterly holding on for a long time already, could no longer hold on.
Fang Yun revealed a rather big opening, and a cold glint flashed in Ling Yu's eyes. Ling Yu did not hesitate to attack decisively.
Ling Yu brought out the true meaning behind the Cloud Shattering Heavenly Star Punch. Starlight descended on the arena, scattering all of the fog and clouds in the surroundings.
This afforded everyone a clear view of Ling Yu sending the Divine Firmament Sect's helpless Fang Yun flying with a punch.
"Great!"
The Purple Flame Sect disciples immediately cheered. No one expected Ling Yu to win so handily.
"Junior Brother Ling, your strength improved a lot in the past few days."
The disciple with the family name Lu, who was defeated earlier, felt slightly startled. Then, he revealed an expression of joy.
They were of the same sect. Of course, he was happy that Ling Yu could have such strength.
The female with the family name Bai, the one with the exquisite figure and pretty face, said, "Little Martial Uncle, perhaps you might not lose to that Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu."
"Even if you cannot defeat him, you might be able to fight to a draw."
"I wonder how much that Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu's Purple Thunder Seven Strikes has improved?"
When mentioning the Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu, the Purple Flame Sect disciples all revealed sorrowful expressions.
Ling Yu was the future star of the Purple Flame Sect. He possessed great talent, a strong bloodline, had Ye Zifeng as his master, and was willing to work hard. At such a young age, he already became the strongest core disciple.
Many people had felt that with Ling Yu, the Purple Flame Sect would definitely suppress the Divine Firmament Sect in the future.
However, no one expected that the Divine Firmament Sect's side had Feng Yu, who had remained silent and unheard-of until he turned eighteen. Once he made his debut, he kicked up a violent storm in the entire Black Cave Mountain.
It was like Feng Yu was born to be Ling Yu's nemesis. Since he appeared, he instantly claimed Ling Yu's limelight in the Black Cave Mountain.
Then, Feng Yu led the Divine Firmament Sect core disciples to the Purple Flame Sect's Greeting of Swords' Edges time after time to humiliate the Purple Flame Sect.
It was rumored that Feng Yu's master was the Thunder Saber, Xiang Tian. Feng Yu started practicing the saber at the age of six and comprehended saber intent at the age of eight. After that, the Thunder Saber took him in as his final disciple. Feng Yu only revealed himself two years ago.
After eighteen years of obscurity, once Feng Yu made his debut, he revealed his sharpness and showed the tyrannical air that all the outstanding talents of the Black Cave Mountain's younger generation had.
Hence, Feng Yu gained a nickname, the Little Thunder Saber.
Like Ye Zifeng, Xiang Tian was one of the ten great bladesmen of the Grave Sea.
Again like Ye Zifeng, Xiang Tian was a Supreme Elder who functioned as a sect anchor, but in the Divine Firmament Sect.
Aside from his exceptionally startling talent with the Saber Dao, the Thunder Saber Xiang Tian's comprehension of the Thunder Dao was equally shocking.
More importantly, he also perfectly merged the two, reaching the level of controlling thunder with the saber.
Previously, no matter how much Ling Yu improved, he ended up being defeated by Feng Yu.
However, this time, Ling Yun easily defeated Fang Yun. This allowed the Purple Flame Sect disciples to see hope.
"Senior Brother, sorry," Fang Yun said after his miserable defeat as he stood before the Little Thunder Saber, feeling guilty.
Feng Yu pondered and shook his head. "I'm the one in the wrong. I underestimated his improvement. I should not have reminded you. You already lost out in aura, and you also underestimated his improvement.
"Had you not known anything at the start, you would have just charged forward with bravery. You would not have lost so badly. If you had another chance, you would not have lost so badly. It is not that you are weak. Don't overthink."
A light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. This Little Thunder Saber is really rather extraordinary.
Ling Yu revealed an enraged expression as he said, "Feng Yu, it is your turn."
"There's no rush. No matter how much you have improved, you will always be weaker than me."
Feng Yu laughed loudly, and his figure flashed, landing on the arena.
"Boom!"
The sky immediately turned dark. Boundless thunderclouds gathered from all directions, heading for the sky above the arena.
Deep thunder rumbled. Bolts of lightning tore through the gloomy sky. The scene for fifty kilometers around changed.
"Will of thunder!"
"He actually comprehended the will of thunder!"
Everyone showed startled expressions. Feng Yu was merely twenty-one years old. To think that he already comprehended the will of thunder.
The moment Feng Yu appeared, he shocked everyone. No one had expected that he already comprehended the will of thunder.
"Ling Yu, if you can receive three moves from me, I will consider it your victory. I will personally help your senior brothers and senior sister to remove the electricity in their bodies," Feng Yu said indifferently while holding his saber upraised and showing a calm expression.
Three moves?
Ling Yu's expression changed slightly. He needed to receive only three moves? This Feng Yu was really underestimating him too much.
"After three moves, I will not return to the Purple Flame Sect for three years." Feng Yu continued speaking without any change in expression.
When Feng Yu said that, he set the place abuzz. For the past few years, every time Feng Yu led people over, it was like torture for the Purple Flame Sect disciples.
To think that Feng Yu decided not to come back again.
Xiao Chen revealed a cold smile. This fellow really planned this out well.
The Fiendish Demon Battlefield would open two months later. As long as Feng Yu could severely injure Ling Yu in three moves, preventing him from entering the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, Ling Yu would miss out on a huge opportunity.
With that, Ling Yu would forever be unable to catch up to the Little Thunder Saber. Feng Yu would settle the problem in one go. Why should he keep coming to the Purple Flame Sect every few months to deal a blow to Ling Yu?
The many core disciples of the Purple Flame Sect felt somewhat anxious at this moment. They did not know how Ling Yu would reply.
On one hand, they wanted their Martial Uncle Ling Yu to agree, to fight on behalf of the Purple Flame Sect core disciples.
On the other hand, they feared that Feng Yu was laying a trap; hence, they felt nervous.
"Alright, I agree."
Ling Yu's gaze flickered for a moment as he decisively chose. He felt upset and was unwilling to submit, as well. He did not believe that he could not receive three moves from the other party.
"First move!"
"Clang!"
A saber light flashed as Feng Yu's saber scabbard flew into the air, turning into a flash of purple electric light as it shot towards Ling Yu.
Heavy thunder roared in the sky, shaking the surroundings.
Ling Yu's face sank, but he did not choose to retreat. Instead, he swung his arm and punched.
"Bang!"
The fist light and saber scabbard met. Ling Yu's figure trembled as he grunted. Then, he took a few steps back, his aura diminished significantly.
That saber scabbard actually caused lightning to manifest in the surroundings. The energy that it contained far surpassed Ling Yu's imagination.
"Second move!"
The moment Feng Yu said that, he pressed forward. His footsteps appeared illusionary. With every step he took, a bolt of lightning fell. When the electric light flashed, his figure suddenly vanished, leaving only nine saber lights flickering endlessly.
Divine Firmament Nine Changes!
This startled Ling Yu. He simply had not imagined that Feng Yu had managed to practice the most difficult consummate skill of the Divine Firmament Sect.
All of the Purple Flame Sect disciples at the Greeting of Swords' Edges were stunned.
"Oh no! Junior Brother is in danger!"
"The Divine Firmament Nine Changes! He actually succeeded in practicing the Divine Firmament Nine Changes!"
Only now did everyone startle awake. No wonder Feng Yu dared to say that he would defeat Ling Yu in three moves. It turned out that he practiced the Divine Firmament Nine Changes.
Feng Yu's figure vanished from the arena. The nine saber lights pierced towards Ling Yu from different directions.
Each saber light carried countless lightning bolts.
The entire sky turned completely dark. This Divine Firmament Nine Changes was not as simple as just splitting a saber light into nine and making one vanish.
What was more horrifying was that each saber light carried lightning and materialized boundless berserk mysterious phenomena.
What should I do? I can block only six saber lights at most!