Zither Emperor Chapter 78 Chapter 20 Summoning Zi 2

78: Chapter 20 Summoning, Zi (2) 78: Chapter 20 Summoning, Zi (2) Nesta remained uninjured as well, and instead of being discouraged by the first strike, his battle intent soared once again.

He glared at Ye Yinzhu and demanded, “Are you looking down on me?”

Ye Yinzhu shook his head and replied, “No.

Don’t forget, I am a Divine Music Master, not a warrior.”

In the moment Nesta was startled, Ye Yinzhu’s hands had already pressed on the zither strings.

His right hand plucked gently while his left hand pressed down, and a buzzing sound instantly emanated from the strings.

Explosive Reverberate.

Nesta’s movements slowed for an instant, but his eyes quickly regained clarity.

Inside his chest armor, a light milky glow faintly shone through.

It was a magical product blessed with the Blessing of Light, designed to stabilize a knight’s spirit.

For a mighty warrior, their greatest fear isn’t face-to-face bat but mages, especially Spirit Mages.

No matter how powerful warriors are, their spiritual power can’t pare to that of mages.

Therefore, high-ranking warriors all possess equipment to defend against Spiritual Magic; otherwise, if their mental defenses are breached by their opponent, they wouldn’t be able to use any martial skills and would be at the mercy of their adversary.

Under the effect of the Blessing of Light, Nesta’s brief daze lasted only a moment.

In the next instant, his lance struck out once more, but this time it wasn’t a single burst of energy but rather a sky-covering barrage of lance shadows.

No one could see how many strikes Nesta launched in that instant, only a vague green glow enveloping Ye Yinzhu’s body like a protective dome, sealing off all possible avenues of escape.

And considering that Ye Yinzhu was still seated on the ground, even if he wanted to evade, there was no chance to do so!

Ye Yinzhu felt the most intense impact.

While Nesta launched numerous strikes, the most terrifying aspect wasn’t the quantity but that each and every lance carried the same massive force of Douqi without a hint of feinting.

Nesta displayed his Beginner Green rank Douqi to its utmost, with every strike suffocating in its intensity.

“Iron Arm, has that kid Nesta already learned your Thousand Shadow Strike?”

“That was already last year’s news.”

An unimaginable scene unfolded—a mix of yellow and green light burst forth from Ye Yinzhu, like a haze of mist, bravely confronting Nesta’s lance assault.

The sounds of clashing energies brought forth countless surges of explosive Douqi.

Sand and stones flew across the practice field.

Nesta’s imposing form still sat behind Machino the Iron Dragon, but it became evident that Machino couldn’t keep up with his pace.

It seemed as if Nesta’s own strength was moving his steed, and with every thrust of his lance, a high-pitched whine followed.

However, no matter how ferociously the lance thrust, as soon as it reached the yellow-green light screen in front of Ye Yinzhu, it would be immediately repulsed, unable to cross the barrier.

What the spectators could see from Ye Yinzhu was his raised right hand, which from beginning to end, as he remained seated there, his four fingers constantly flickered lightly, like a blooming flower, continuously changing hand shapes.

The yellow-green light screen, like drifting smoke, wafted out from his palms, blocking the Thousand Shadow Strike’s fury, always keeping it at bay.

As for martial skills, Ye Yinzhu had only practiced for one year while in the realm of blue sky and sea.

For a warrior, a year’s time is nowhere nearly enough to learn many techniques.

Even the dedicated Ye Yinzhu couldn’t break much from the norm.

Thus, in a year’s time, he learned only three skills.

After being honed countless times by Zhu Sect Master Ye Li, he perfected three skills: one defensive and two offensive.

What he was using now was that one defensive skill, named: Zhu Yu.

Bamboo, resilient and upright, embodies the very tenacity of the Zhu Defense.

In Ye Yinzhu’s hands, what danced was not smoke, but Green Silk.

The delicate Green Silk, under his control of Zhu Douqi, transformed into a glow resembling smoke.

No matter how many spears there were, where Green Silk passed, the shadows of the spears slanted.

Zhu Defense was indeed the strongest defense of the Zhu Sect.

At this moment, Ye Yinzhu’s expression turned much more solemn, his eyes revealing intense concentration.

His left hand swiftly swept across the zither strings.

Suddenly, a series of Explosive Reverberates burst forth, with the red power of Zither Magic mingling within the Douqi—the red, yellow, and green colors were somewhat dazzling to behold.

Under the effect of the Blessing of Light, although the Explosive Reverberates could not achieve their best effect, they still greatly impacted Nesta.

After all, special martial skills like Thousand Shadow Strike require focused concentration, and even a momentary lapse could significantly reduce their effectiveness.

The attacking shadows of spears instantly grew sparser, and the pressure Ye Yinzhu faced began to gradually diminish.

“Kill—,” Nesta bellowed once more, all the spear shadows merging in the air in an instant.

Machino the Iron Dragon, with the full force of Nesta’s effort, astonishingly leapt from the ground.

Man and dragon together, with the lance as the sharp edge, made a desperate charge towards Ye Yinzhu.

In truth, Nesta had no other choice, for although Thousand Shadow Strike was an advanced martial skill, it stood no chance against Zhu Defense.

The stacked effect of the Explosive Reverberates released by Ye Yinzhu was certain, and Nesta was well aware that if he couldn’t disrupt Ye Yinzhu’s rhythm, his defeat was inevitable.

With his rich bat experience, he immediately opted for a desperate gamble, concentrating all his Douqi at one point.

If he could break through Ye Yinzhu’s defense, the battle would have no suspense.

To break through Zhu Defense was not something any technique could achieve; only absolute power, utterly surpassing that of the Zhu Defense user, could breach its defenses.

Nesta’s decision was undoubtedly the right one.

However, Ye Yinzhu was not unchanging.

When Nesta lifted off with the dragon, Zhu Defense had already transformed into Zhu Attack, the second martial skill he knew.

Zhu Defense inherited the resilience of bamboo, while Zhu Attack inherited bamboo’s pride and uprightness.

A strange scene unfolded under the bright sunlight: a series of green and yellow beams of light shot up into the sky, like bamboo shoots sprouting after rain, growing swiftly.

The slenderness of Green Silk seemed to vanish, leaving only the pride of Zhu Attack.

The thick, green light, like emerging bamboo groves, covered the battlefield between the two men in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yinzhu had yet to master the bat glow, but the power exhibited by Green Silk was even more terrifying than that.

To execute Zhu Attack, he could no longer afford to be distracted by playing the zither; his entire body’s Douqi was concentrated on this one strike.

A mournful cry rang out from the center of the battle, and a spray of blood rained down from the sky, with two figures thrown outwards simultaneously.

Ye Yinzhu managed to save his Haiyue Qinhui Zither by retracting it into his ring at the last moment, avoiding any damage.

He flew back fifteen yards under the enormous impact, fortunately, the Moon God’s Protection, which doesn’t stain, kept him from being covered in dirt.

Blood slid down from the corner of his mouth, and his plexion grew even paler, but the purple gleam in the depths of his eyes looked clearer.

Nesta wasn’t much stronger than Ye Yinzhu.

Relying on his weight and the advantage of his heavy Armor, he fell only nine yards before hitting the ground.

However, due to his own weight, he landed much harder.

His Helmet had been knocked off, and the Lance in his hand had broken into two, flung far away.

Blood ran profusely from his mouth and nose, and his once sturdy Armor now showed more damage, with dents revealing where he had been hit.

His robust face looked a bit ferocious.

At the center of the battle between the two, Machino the Iron Dragon lay there forever, his body previously known for solid defense, now peppered with dozens of bloody holes, spewing blood violently, clearly not going to survive, as its cries grew weaker and weaker.