Chapter 752: Chapter 750 Broken Curse (Nine)_1 Chapter 752: Chapter 750 Broken Curse (Nine)_1 Within the dojo, Kamakura Guizhi, who volunteered proactively, seed to have resigned himself to death.
Even compared to other mbers of the Tomb Guardian Family, his condition was still relatively good, but his freshly changed white kendo uniform was already splattered with blood.
Indeed, it was more fitting for the image of a Tomb Guardian.
In the midst of the comntary, Fu Qian had already dodged a slash without batting an eye.
The way the Kamakura Family wielded this strangely shaped long knife was clearly different from his own casual swings; they possessed a set of techniques that complented it well.
A single slash carried an ominous wail, like the cries of gods and howls of ghosts.
Could this cursed sword truly be able to cause ntal contamination?
Fu Qian couldn’t help but lant for a mont.
It was, after all, sothing that had been passed down for hundreds of years; even diminished, it should rely on more than re tricks.
Clang!
Dodging Kamakura Guizhi’s backhand counter-slash by leaning to the side, Fu Qian flicked his fingers, sending the sword blade flying off.
The last ti he used this move was when he dueled with the female swordsman Veil.
It was her special training that gave him a profound personal understanding of the path of Sword Dao.
Of course, even though both he and the person before him used swords, their styles couldn’t be more different.
Veil’s Twin Thorns Sword was intricate and fierce, far from re showmanship, but it was still much more straightforward than this cursed sword.
Apart from the eerie sound effects, each movent by Kamakura Guizhi before him felt weirdly twisted, like a butcher eager to chop people to pieces.
Each move was practiced and shrewd, but it was the practiced skill of chopping at.
Could it be that this knife was nad Pork Bone Cutter?
Amidst his mockery, Kamakura Guizhi’s fluid and strange onslaught appropriately ended, and he withdrew to increase the distance.
The result was naturally fruitless, not even a single hair on Fu Qian was hard.
But one must look on the bright side—at least he injured himself.
Clang!
The next mont, the Nightclub Queen that Kamakura Guizhi held could not be grasped any longer and it crashed heavily to the ground.
His entire right arm was quickly soaked in fresh blood.
A glance revealed several cuts on the back of his hand extending to his forearm, deep enough to reveal the bone.
Indeed, he shouldn’t have used the sword, as the adverse reaction had manifested.
“I’m fine.”
Even so, he stubbornly didn’t fall, using his other hand to signal the others not to co over yet.
The next mont, his expressionless face looked up, staring intently at Fu Qian.
What a deanor he had, fighting for the honor of his family, not wanting others to rashly enter because the duel wasn’t over yet, right?
Impressed, Fu Qian glanced down at the back of his own right hand.
It was unhard, but—
Plip!
The next mont, however, a drop of crimson blood fell upon it.
A silent cut had appeared on his right cheek.
It could be confird with absolute certainty that it hadn’t been struck by Kamakura Guizhi’s Chop at Sword Technique.
…
The Middle Tier truly is high!
Under the watchful eyes of all, Fu Qian looked up at the ceiling, letting the blood from the wound flow.
The power that left this scar on him was certainly much higher-end than a Middle Tier Transcendent.
It wasn’t even so kind of Void blade; at that mont, it felt as if his own flesh had split open on its own, more naturally than nature itself.
Whoosh!
Just then, after a brief lull, the atmosphere outside the ring instantly heated up.
Turning his head, he saw that the entire Kamakura Family, including Kamakura Si, were all jubilant, fully exuding a sense of triumphant relief.
That was a demigod!
No matter how others might disparage it, the swordsmanship of the Kamakura Family truly and genuinely wounded a demigod!
Fu Qian understood their feelings very well. He saw them struggling to keep from crying out and automatically added subtitles for them.
But did you all get sothing wrong?
The cursed sword that can even wound demigods is chopping you all up right now, isn’t it?
With a tsk-tsk of admiration, Fu Qian didn’t interrupt their attempts to find joy amidst suffering.
People still need so obsessions, whether or not these obsessions are harmful.
“Not bad fighting.”
Fu Qian nodded to Kamakura Guizhi and left the area with a flourish, joining the observer team.
“How is it?”
Considering that the observer team was entirely silent, Fu Qian looked around and then asked soone who didn’t seem as bewildered.
…
Even Brother Ah Kai was sowhat taken aback by such an adept tone.
Glancing around and realizing that their conversation had suddenly beco the focus of attention, Ah Kai pondered for a mont.
“I agree with what you said just now. It feels very different from the Sword Dao.”
“I have witnessed President Li Weixuan’s techniques, indeed fierce and peerless. It’s not impossible to leave such scars, but…”
He looked at the wound on the right side of Fu Qian’s face, as if there was an extra mouth there.
“There’s a fundantal difference. The power that caused this wound doesn’t seem to be directly connected to Kamakura Guizhi.”
“I feel the sa way. This is probably why the cursed swordsmanship of the Kamakura Family can cause damage without hitting. The damage isn’t really caused by them.”
Cass chid in from the side, agreeing with Ah Kai’s statent.
“Additionally, it seems the healing ability has been affected too?”
The next mont he pointed at Fu Qian’s face and asked.
“To be precise, it’s being constantly cut and negated.”
Fu Qian ran his finger along the injury, searching for the most accurate way to describe it.
“This injury seems to be able to last a very long ti, not just for an instant. So even if the flesh tries to heal, it will still get cut.”
Though it was a frank statent, for soone like Fu Qian, an expert in flesh, neutralizing such damage wasn’t so difficult.
The reason the wound remained was that he had deliberately suppressed his healing power.
Being a special case himself, he wanted to ensure that the experintal results were as universally applicable as possible.
After all, I am entitled as a professor at the Heaven’s Comncent Institute. My research is very rigorous.
“So, what we need to do seems to be to find the source of the power, and then figure out how to sever the connection.”
Cass nodded and made a reasonable deduction.
“Director Li really does have an amazing intuition. He declared there was no value in this Sword Dao right away and was unwilling to co here.”
The next mont he sighed and expressed his thoughts to Ji Liushuang beside him.
“Liushuang, do you have any other thoughts?”
…”No more.”
Ji Liushuang, being asked once again for her opinion by the academic leader, remained humble and low-key.
“I was just sharing so scattered intuitions just now. The experint and deductions from the teachers provided with great benefits, and I’m very glad I ca along this ti.”
As she spoke, she naturally glanced at Fu Qian.
“Especially Mr. Yun, your contemplation on the Sword Dao has also given a lot of inspiration.”
Inspiration? That kind of soul-soothing platitude?
I was just talking off the top of my head. Could it really be so effective?
Her glance made Fu Qian sowhat surprised, and at the next mont, he realized there was a slight peculiarity in Ji Liushuang’s gaze.
Wait a minute, have I spouted that platitude before?
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