Chapter 622: Chapter 691: The Old Woman’s Gu
Mao Yanfeng’s red-tasseled spear had broken.
The red-tasseled spear, personally forged by Mao Yanfeng, was made entirely of fine steel and sharp iron. When Mao Yanfeng first forged it, he was even praised by the White Lotus Sect leader as an excellent weapon.
Mao Yanfeng had beco extrely proficient with the red-tasseled spear, defeating many opponents. He had reached a miraculous realm in spear usage, and it was with this spear that Mao Yanfeng had an epiphany and ascended to the Heavenly Level.
Yet, at this very mont, his excellent weapon had actually broken?!
To say he wasn’t enraged would be impossible!
In fact, the instant the red-tasseled spear broke, Mao Yanfeng felt not only shock but also a surge of rage.
The red-tasseled spear was like Mao Yanfeng’s wife and children. The breaking of his weapon was akin to his wife and children being injured. Under the wrathful shake, he charged at Fang Yi, gripping only the remaining half of the spear shaft.
“teor Stab!”
Mao Yanfeng bellowed, the remaining half of the spear shooting out like a sharp sword, exceedingly unpredictable.
Fang Yi, holding the heavy ‘Black Prison,’ constantly dodged. He didn’t block with Black Prison because it was too heavy. Right now, preserving his strength was crucial. Moreover, Fang Yi felt that the ‘teor Stab’ used by Mao Yanfeng provided him with a revelation.
Fang Yi wasn’t skilled in knife or swordmanship, yet the teor Stab, if executed with a long spear, would be incredibly powerful. Even with only half a spear shaft, the force it unleashed was imnse.
And Fang Yi vaguely felt that he could actually employ the teor Stab.
If he didn’t know knife or sword techniques, he’d learn them!
And his target for learning was none other than Mao Yanfeng.
However, Mao Yanfeng was unaware that Fang Yi was secretly picking up his teor Stab.
If the difference between Fang Yi and Mao Yanfeng’s realms had been greater, Fang Yi would likely have been defeated long ago. But the gap was only one realm, from Earth Level six to Heavenly Level one.
To others, such a gap could be as vast as a chasm, but for Fang Yi, the distance didn’t seem that great.
With Divine Travel Steps at his disposal, Fang Yi, who carried Black Prison, kept dodging, occasionally clashing a few tis as a response to Mao Yanfeng, lest Mao Yanfeng found the battle too dull.
The so-called teor Stab, when used by Mao Yanfeng, shot forth like a teor, hence the na. Gradually, Fang Yi began to understand.
“One technique embodies all techniques!”
“All martial arts in the world connect with one another, to capture their form and spirit, that’s a rare talent; to grasp their essence, that’s genius, and to master the technique, that is… a prodigy!”
The old man’s words echoed in Fang Yi’s ears at that mont.
Yes, I am that prodigy. What martial arts can’t I learn?
Fang Yi observed every detail of Mao Yanfeng’s teor Stab. Even the spear techniques Mao Yanfeng had just used appeared one by one in Fang Yi’s mind.
Mao Yanfeng grew annoyed and angry, shouting, “Fang Yi, do you only know how to run? Do you have the guts to face in direct combat?”
“To face you in direct combat?” Fang Yi casually slung Black Prison over his shoulder and smiled slightly, “So what if we fight?”
The next mont, Fang Yi actually launched a proactive attack.
Mao Yanfeng felt a secret joy, as the half-spear in his hands unleashed trendous power.
However, after a few monts of clashing, Mao Yanfeng was stunned.
Why does this knife technique seem so familiar?
Is this how a knife is used? It’s just like using a long spear… why does it look more and more like my own teor Stab?
“What…” Mao Yanfeng was shocked; he felt as if he had seen a ghost.
“Does it look familiar to you?” Fang Yi suddenly spoke, his hand performing teor Stab with Black Prison like a shooting star.
Mao Yanfeng was both shocked and enraged as he bellowed, “How can you do teor Stab?!”
“You taught ,” Fang Yi replied.
“I taught you?”
Mao Yanfeng had a montary lapse of concentration, and Black Prison was already chopping down. Just barely, Mao Yanfeng managed to dodge it.
“Impossible, I’ve never taught you teor Stab, how could you possibly know it… No, wait, you… you…” Mao Yanfeng thought of sothing, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi, carrying Black Prison, said, “Don’t you rember, you just taught a mont ago.”
In an instant, Mao Yanfeng’s head bood as if it had been struck by thunder, leaving him dizzy and his vision blurred.
What was this? Was it genius or a freak of nature? He had just used teor Stab and this man had learned it just by watching?!
For so reason, Mao Yanfeng, a Heavenly Level practitioner, inexplicably felt a surge of fear in his heart.
At the sa ti, those watching the battle nearby were also stunned.
“So powerful…” The girl next to the old woman, her delicate and cold eyes, showed a hint of surprise.
“Indeed, it’s powerful. Such a martial arts freak, it’s my first ti encountering one,” the old woman said.
Lieerman, who had been blasted against the wall by a punch from Fang Yi, had by now recovered. He thought of entering the fray but hesitated for a mont and ultimately decided against it. He was not a match for Fang Yi even when unard, so wouldn’t going back in now be tantamount to seeking death?
And upon learning that Fang Yi had mastered the spear technique while sparring with Mao Yanfeng, Lieerman harbored a feeling of wariness.
Online, there was also a flurry of discussions; they had all heard the conversation between Fang Yi and Mao Yanfeng.
“Although I don’t understand martial arts, that Mao Yanfeng was stronger than Masked Hero, and yet he got countered by Masked Hero!”
“Masked Hero is indeed amazing. I was worried about him before but hadn’t expected him to turn the tables.”
“That broadsword must weigh a hundred pounds at least, but he swings it as if it’s as light as a feather in his hand.”
“A freak! He really is a freak!”
Seeing Fang Yi change the course of the battle, their previous worries vanished, turning into excitent, and they cheered for Fang Yi.
And on the top floor, Fang Yi indeed had changed the course of the battle.
What of a Heavenly Level master, I have a heart determined to overco!
Fang Yi, holding Black Prison, kept using ‘spear techniques,’ recalling Mao Yanfeng’s techniques, all of which he transford into swordsmanship for his own use, each move and cut fiercely offensive.
Even though Black Prison was heavy, it felt gentle as a feather in Fang Yi’s hands, yet when he struck, the force was trendous and powerful; combined with the subtleties of the ‘spear techniques,’ Mao Yanfeng found it nearly impossible to defend.
What shocked Mao Yanfeng even more was that after fighting continuously for so long, Fang Yi showed no signs of True Qi depletion; in fact, Fang Yi’s True Qi seed even more robust than his.
Mao Yanfeng even began to think about retreating.
Fang Yi, wielding Black Prison, attacked relentlessly. Suddenly, he felt sothing cold climbing onto his right arm, followed by a sharp pain that pierced his nerves.
Fang Yi drew in a sharp breath, swiftly retreated, and lifted his sleeve. There, a black insect had died, but on his right arm, there was a crimson wound as if he had been stung by a Poisonous Bee.
Gu!
Fang Yi abruptly turned his head to look at the old woman sitting not far away; knowing Fang Yi was looking at her, the old woman returned the gaze. A smile appeared on her aged face—ominous and grueso.
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