Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint Chapter 253 - 141: Fierce Battle (Part 2)

Flowing Cloud Sword Technique! Cloud Wave!

Xiao Bieli’s wrist flickered, and the Flowing Cloud Sword instantly transford into a hazy blur of sword shadows. It was like layers of surging cloud waves, appearing soft and ethereal, yet containing a continuous, unyielding Power.

The tip of the sword traced profound arcs, striking with unparalleled precision at the weakest point on the side of Yan Yaoyang’s Fist Montum. He was attempting to use skill to overco brute force and deflect its Montum!

"DING—!"

A crisp, long, and soul-shaking ring of tal on tal exploded forth!

The sword tip and the side of the Fist Edge clashed in an instant! Sparks flew!

Yan Yaoyang felt a supple yet continuous Power transmitted from the sword tip. It struck his ferocious Fist Montum in waves, like the tide, actually deflecting his powerful blow by several inches. The punch grazed the corner of Xiao Bieli’s robes and slamd into empty air!

’He’s skilled!’ Yan Yaoyang was inwardly alard, but his assault didn’t stop. With a low roar, his Fist Montum changed once more!

Vajra Armor-Breaking Fist! Po Jun!

The fist shadows instantly shifted from simple to complex. Countless fierce and domineering golden fist shadows rained down like a torrential storm, blasting at Xiao Bieli from all directions. Each punch carried a Penetration Power that could shatter Gold Stone, seeking to completely tear apart his opponent’s defense with a dense barrage!

Xiao Bieli’s eyes were focused. His Step Technique was as smooth as flowing water, allowing him to weave and dodge within a tiny space, narrowly avoiding the deadly Fist Edge each ti.

The Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand transford into a bolt of silvery-white silk. The sword light flashed about, neutralizing the overwhelming, mountain-toppling pressure with incomparable precision.

"DING DING DANG DANG... SWISH SWISH SWISH..."

The dense sounds of tal clashing, like rain on banana leaves, and the whistle of Sword Qi cutting through the air were incessant!

The two figures moved at high speed across the massive Martial Arts Arena, so fast they almost left afterimages.

Golden Fist Gang and silvery-white Sword Qi crisscrossed and collided violently. The dissipating Qi Force spread out like tangible ripples, causing the robes of the disciples in the front rows to flap wildly and their faces to sting.

"Hiss... So fast!"

"Is this the power of the Late-stage Embracing Pill Realm? It’s terrifying!"

"Senior Brother Yan’s fists are so fierce! But Xiao Bieli’s sword... it’s too fast and too precise!"

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"Disciples below the Mid-stage Embracing Pill Realm, take ten steps back!" a Law Enforcent Hall Elder shouted in a deep voice. His voice, infused with True Power, overpowered the sounds of the intense battle.

The disciples in the front with weaker Cultivation hurriedly retreated, creating a larger space.

Outside the arena, Chen Qing’s eyes narrowed, his full attention fixed on their every move.

Yan Yaoyang’s Fist Technique was incomparably fierce and powerful, his True Qi was vigorous and condensed, and every strike carried the Power of Ten Thousand Jins. It was remarkably similar to the Geng tal True Qi within his own body.

As for Xiao Bieli’s Swordsmanship... his seemingly elegant Flowing Cloud Sword Technique actually contained a terrifying Realm of control, one that made the difficult seem easy and allowed him to command the entire situation. Every turn of his blade was sublily executed, neutralizing Yan Yaoyang’s furious attacks one by one and even showing faint signs of launching a counteroffensive.

Clearly, his understanding of the Sword Path was by no ans low, and he had truly experienced life-and-death battles.

’Yan Yaoyang has been attacking for a long ti without success, and his aura is growing restless...’

Chen Qing calmly assessed in his mind, ’Xiao Bieli’s True Qi circulation is smooth and unimpeded. His stamina is deep. He’s building up Montum.’

In his opinion, there wasn’t a huge difference in the raw power of their True Qi. However, Xiao Bieli’s Sword Techniques were more refined, and the Treasure Sword in his hand was at least a Middle-Grade Treasure Artifact—and a top-quality one at that.

Sure enough, after several dozen exchanges, Yan Yaoyang’s breathing had beco ragged. His consumption of Geng tal True Qi was far greater than expected, and the light from his fists no longer held its initial, unrivaled sharpness.

In contrast, Xiao Bieli’s breathing remained long and steady. The light from his sword flowed like rcury on the ground, his defense impenetrable.

Just then, a sharp glint flashed in Xiao Bieli’s eyes as he caught an extrely subtle flaw in the transition of Yan Yaoyang’s Fist Montum!

His figure abruptly shifted from extre motion to extre stillness. The Flowing Cloud Sword traced a perfect arc in front of him, instantly gathering all the scattered Sword Qi into a single point!

Flowing Cloud Sword Technique! Cloud Sea Return Flow!

The body of the sword humd and vibrated. The Sword Qi, condensed to its absolute limit, transford into an incredibly solid, silvery-white pillar of light. It carried a sharpness that could pierce the void and an irresistible, trendous force. Striking second but arriving first, it was like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens as it ruthlessly stabbed toward the opening in Yan Yaoyang’s stance—at the precise mont his old montum was spent and his new power had yet to rise!

This one sword strike! Its Montum was so fierce, its intent so pure, that it shook everyone to their core!

"Not good!"

Tanyang Courtyard Master’s expression changed, and he shot to his feet!

Yan Yaoyang’s pupils contracted violently. Sensing a mortal threat, he hastily abandoned his offense. His fists instinctively crossed in front of his chest to defend, and he frantically poured Geng tal True Qi into his arms.

"CLANG—!!!"

A massive sound, like the tolling of a great bell, bood out!

A violent wave of qi exploded from the point of impact, spreading out like a physical shockwave!

Yan Yaoyang felt an indescribably terrifying force slam viciously into the point where his arms were crossed!

Excruciating pain shot through his arms as if they were about to split apart. His Protective Geng tal True Qi was forcefully blasted away!

He felt as if he’d been hit head-on by a giant boulder. With a muffled grunt, a trickle of blood instantly spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his body was sent flying backward uncontrollably!

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP!

Each step left a deep footprint on the hard bluestone ground, sending shattered rock flying. Yan Yaoyang was forced back a full seven or eight steps before he barely managed to stabilize himself, his face ashen and the qi and blood in his body churning like a boiling cauldron!

anwhile, Xiao Bieli stood with his sword withdrawn, his breathing even. The Flowing Cloud Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip pulsing with a cold light, as if that earth-shattering strike had been nothing more than a casual flick of the wrist.

The outco of the battle seed to have been decided in a flash of lightning!

"I..."

Yan Yaoyang staggered to a halt, his chest heaving violently.

He stared intently at Xiao Bieli, who stood with his sword withdrawn, his eyes filled with incredulous defeat and resentnt.

He couldn’t accept it. He had given his all, and on top of that, he had the full support of his father-in-law and the Sect. Yet here, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had been defeated so decisively.