Zither Emperor Chapter 213 Chapter 60 Father-Son Battle Part 2_1

213: Chapter 60: Father-Son Battle (Part 2)_1 213: Chapter 60: Father-Son Battle (Part 2)_1 Capitalizing on his father’s delayed movements, Ye Yinzhu didn’t dare to slacken and rapidly retreated at the fastest speed he could muster.

He knew that with his half-baked martial skills, it was impossible to block his father’s attacks.

Just these few exchanges had already pushed him to his limits.

To successfully confront his father, he must utilize the power of his Zither.

Moving in a flash, almost instantly, Ye Yinzhu had sprung dozens of meters away, but Ye Zhong was already charging at him again.

Dozens of meters, for a Blue rank Expert, was merely the blink of an eye.

Green Silk retracted, and he quickly pulled out the Cascade Pearl Beads Zither from his Space Ring.

In that blink of an eye, his hands brushed over the zither strings, no longer caring about the melody.

The Seven Sounds Burst, especially developed for his Sound Blade by Qin Shang, exploded in an instant.

Fourteen high-frequency Sound Blades, shining with yellow light, surged out almost immediately.

It was precisely because Ye Zhong’s charge was so fast that made the speed of the Sound Blades even more terrifying.

Their piercing screeches had a certain disrupting effect.

After Ye Yinzhu’s modifications, the Sound Blades had significantly improved in both attack range and strength.

Releasing fourteen High-Frequency Sound Blades in an instant was his limit.

Although his father was a Blue rank Expert, he was fully confident that the dense barrage of Sound Blades could stop his father’s advance.

If he could just increase their distance, then an endless barrage of Sound Blades and his most powerful Zither music would follow.

After all, his father cultivated Douqi and likely didn’t have enough spiritual power to defeat him once his Zither music was fully unleashed.

Watching the fourteen High-Frequency Sound Blades shoot toward him in an instant, Ye Zhong shouted, “Good!” His charging speed didn’t slow down at all.

Instead, he swung his Bamboo Sword in anticipation.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

Ye Yinzhu saw clearly as Ye Zhong’s body swiftly split into seven figures during his charge, each splitting off an upper body, as if in that instant, Ye Zhong had bee a beast with eight torsos.

With eight torsos, naturally, there were also eight Bamboo Swords.

With eight swords swung in unison, in the shortest time, each figure executed two strikes.

The fourteen swords, with impeccable timing, met Ye Yinzhu’s fourteen Sound Blades, while the extra two strikes sent two dazzling arcs of yellow light directly slicing towards Ye Yinzhu.

What kind of martial skill was this?

Ye Yinzhu was almost stunned.

Having rapidly launched fourteen Sound Blades, he hadn’t even had a moment to catch his breath, let alone launch another attack.

Fourteen piercing sounds rang out at once, as Ye Yinzhu’s fourteen Sound Blades were simultaneously neutralized into nothingness, and the two slashes of Douqi were already in front of him.

With no other choice, Ye Yinzhu had to resort to the most absurd maneuver, rolling on the ground, awkwardly evading the two slashes of Douqi.

His plan to deploy the Zither music was pletely thwarted.

The fourteen Sound Blades had only caused a momentary delay to Ye Zhong’s body.

When the eight figures merged back as one, Ye Zhong was already in front of Ye Yinzhu, his Bamboo Sword thrusting straight at Ye Yinzhu’s throat.

Almost reflexively, Ye Yinzhu raised his right hand, knowing he didn’t have the time to deploy Green Silk.

A milky-white glow burst from his right hand in an instant, meeting the thrust of the Bamboo Sword.

Without a sound, Ye Zhong’s body flipped backward at a high speed.

When he landed, he looked at his Bamboo Sword, now split in half, with astonishment.

Although it was only a Bamboo Sword, the material itself was an extremely rare type of bamboo from the blue sky and sea, known for its toughness, exceeding that of any metal.

After Zhu Sect’s special refining process, the sword could even be considered a Divine Artifact.

To see it broken in half like this, and the sharp aura preceding it, certainly startled Ye Zhong.

Ye Yinzhu had already gotten up from the ground, a milky-white Longsword now in his right hand.

The base of the hilt resembled a dragon’s tail, and the blade seemed to be spat out from a dragon’s mouth.

The sword was extremely narrow, with a shining milky-white radiance and special elemental fluctuation that spoke to its uniqueness.

Even without Douqi, there was a three-inch sword light at the edge of the blade, pulsing as if alive.

“Good sword.

How could I forget, this must be that Holy dragon horn artifact god rank sword you mentioned before.”

Ye Yinzhu nodded.

Only now did he realize that, despite the brief exchange, his clothes were pletely soaked.

His father’s relentless attacks, like a storm, had put immense pressure on him.

“Dad, I didn’t mean to damage your sword,” Ye Yinzhu said, somewhat embarrassed, looking at his father.

He naturally understood the Bamboo Sword’s value and his father’s special fondness for it.

Ye Zhong sheathed the damaged Bamboo Sword and laughed heartily, “No matter.

pared to my son’s growth, what’s a Bamboo Sword?

Indeed, you’ve improved more than I expected.

Not only have your Douqi and spiritual power greatly increased, but what’s more important is the growth of your practical bat experience.

To last so long under my assault, you are the only one among the young generation of the Eight Eastern Dragon Clans.”

Ye Yinzhu approached his father, offering the Sword of Nox, “Dad, your sword is broken, this sword is for you.

In your hands, it will serve a greater purpose than it would in mine.

I have Green Silk, and that’s enough for me.”

Ye Zhong took the Sword of Nox.

An Artifact rank god sword!

As a warrior who wielded a sword, how could he not like it?

A light flick of his left hand on the blade produced a clear and stirring cry of a dragon, piercing through the air.

The blade hummed, the milky-white glow intensified, and the sword light at the edge throbbed as if it were alive, even causing a faint mist to appear.

“What a fine sword, indeed a fine sword.”

Ye Yinzhu explained, “When not in use, it can transform into a ring.

The blade’s length can be controlled with spiritual power, and only after extending beyond a certain length will it revert back to a narrow sword.

It’s a pity, though, it’s somewhat too slender, and different from the sword you used to wield.

However, its power should pensate for this shorting.”

Ye Zhong smiled faintly and put the Sword of Nox back into Ye Yinzhu’s hand, “Silly boy, keep it.

Even though it is a fine sword, it’s not suited for me.

This sword is practically tailor-made for you.

You lack a little finger, which makes holding a sword unstable, but this sword is very light, and the dragon scale relief on the hilt makes it easier for you to grip.

The narrow sword also suits your style better.

With it, you’ll have a better chance against your enemies.

And since it can turn into a ring, launching a surprise attack at a critical moment can also inflict sudden damage on the enemy.

Didn’t I fail to pletely dodge it just now, and you broke my bamboo sword?”

Ye Yinzhu said, “But, Dad, I am a Divine Music Master.

The sword would be of greatest use to you.”

A kind light shone in Ye Zhong’s eyes as he touched his son’s head and said, “Silly boy, this is a divine artifact!

Don’t you know that once a divine artifact chooses a master, it cannot be used by others unless the owner dies?

It’s of no use in my hands, and it is far less effective than a bamboo sword.”

Upon hearing his father’s words, Ye Yinzhu remembered, indeed, the Sword of Nox had already recognized him as its master.

With no other choice, he accepted the longsword.

Ye Zhong spoke earnestly, “Although the test I gave you was short, I have made a basic assessment of your current strength.

Yin Zhu, tell Dad, what do you think about the battle just now?”

Ye Yinzhu thought for a moment and said, “It was plete suppression.

Right from the start, I was suppressed by you.

Your douqi, method of attack, and timing were all very good.

Even when I sent out those fourteen Sound Blades, I thought I had a chance.

But not only did you shatter my Sound Blades, you also prevented me from playing the zither.

I didn’t even have the chance to pluck the strings.

If it weren’t for the Sword of Nox’s last surprise attack, I would have lost long ago.”

Ye Zhong nodded and said, “You’re right.

But have you thought about why this happened?

We are three ranks apart in douqi.

But you also have Zither Magic.

In terms of overall strength, you should be able to pete with Blue rank experts.

So why were you unable to do anything under my attacks?”

Ye Yinzhu was startled and said, “It’s because we didn’t create distance.

My strongest suit is still the zither.

If I can put my zither music to use, I am confident in standing against you, Dad.”

Ye Zhong nodded again, “Correct, that is one of the reasons.

However, another reason is your lack of seizing opportunities and the disparity in skill.

To be honest with you, during the test, except for using all my strength in douqi, I was only using forty percent of my skill.

Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been able to block even one move.”

“What?

Impossible.

Even though you’re stronger than me, it can’t be just one move!” Ye Yinzhu exclaimed almost involuntarily.

Since ing to the Milan Magic Martial Academy, he had always been outstanding among the students, not to mention holding his own against the top students in the senior grades.

Now, his father, who was three douqi ranks higher, was saying he couldn’t even withstand one move of his; Ye Yinzhu found it hard to swallow.

Ye Zhong smiled slightly and said, “What?

Don’t believe it?

Well then, let’s try again.”

As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo sword that had been split apart earlier, taking only half of it in hand and held the hilt lightly, “Then be careful.”

At his father’s call, Ye Yinzhu’s first reaction was to retreat swiftly, his right hand brandishing Green Silk fiercely, unleashing a full-powered Zhu Yu while his spiritual power concentrated instantly, his eyes emitting a cold light, unreservedly delivering a Spiritual Stab towards Ye Zhong.

An amber glow, void of any embellishment, melded into Green Silk.

To Ye Yinzhu’s surprise, his father disappeared, and that amber glow spread like quicksilver, finding its way through every gap.

Zhu Yu was rendered useless in front of it, forcing Ye Yinzhu to watch helplessly as the potent light pierced through gaps of Zhu Yu.

When the amber shadow, ephemeral like mist, dissipated, a half-broken sword appeared at Ye Yinzhu’s throat, held by its owner, naturally his father, Ye Zhong.

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