Free Web NovelChapter 1632: Chapter 1258: Power Level Mahavira vs. Sword Twenty-Three!
"Can’t move, can only... be slaughtered? This is... the power of Sword Twenty-Three?"
As the Sword Saint’s sword finger stabbed over, in that flashing instant, countless thoughts had already surged out of Jiang Dali’s mind.
In the split second when these thoughts flashed past.
The very next moment!
He already felt a sudden sharp pain erupting from his shoulder.
A damage value instantly shot out from the top of his head, and right after that his Qi-Blood began to continuously fall. As strong as the Divine Demon Golden Body was, it actually couldn’t resist the might of Sword Twenty-Three at all, and his defenses were declared broken in the very first instant.
"Sword—"
The Sword Saint’s voice was as sharp and piercing as a blade. That tough and aged face appeared right in front of Jiang Dali’s widened tiger eyes, beard and hair clearly visible strand by strand.
His full head of grey-white long hair danced with the wind, waves of illusory, bewitching radiance drifting off his body. The sword finger formed by his joined fingers actually stabbed straight into Jiang Dali’s powerful physique that was comparable to a second-rank Divine Weapon.
As their figures and faces drew close, the sword finger stabbed deeper and deeper, the deeper it went, the sharper the pain.
"Two—"
Another low shout rang out, and the sword finger tore apart the tough muscles tangled like bundles of steel bars, its stabbing pain piercing his mind and even his Primordial Spirit.
"Urgh!!!—"
Jiang Dali’s tiger eyes bulged. With his usual calm, even he was shaken and cowed under this bizarre, peerless strike, straining with all his might to erupt the power within his Body and even his Primordial Spirit.
Yet all the power was like a pool of dead water...
Whether it was the power of flesh and blood, Dan Tian Inner Power, or the Mahavira power and the Divine Tail Power sealed in his tailbone, none of it could be mobilized at all, everything was eerily sealed.
At this moment!
Clearly possessing a body of power even stronger than the Sword Saint’s, he was actually completely isolated and helpless!
"Ten—"
As another low shout sounded.
Jiang Dali only felt that his Spirit had sensed the breath of death, a breath extremely close to death. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The pain transmitted from his shoulder had already begun to shift from the suffering of the flesh to the torment of the mind and Spirit. Even his intense confidence had begun to waver. The Primordial Spirit between his brows felt as if it had also been struck by a sword, starting to ache violently. The figure of the Sword Saint before his eyes grew even more blurry, as though the next instant he would turn into a sword— and pierce straight through his Body!
Alarming omens shrieked—
All of a sudden, Jiang Dali only felt the Divine Tail Power accumulated at his tailbone tremble once, Dragon Luck surging.
This faint transmission actually formed a connection with the distant ’Dragon Vein’ hidden in a secret compartment on the back of the Demon Dragon in the River.
It was actually the passive effect of the Dragon Vein that was triggered at this moment, jolting him out of his panicked shock. In this fleeting window, his Heart Realm immediately entered the Primordial State, still as an ancient well without waves.
In an instant, an extremely tranquil Spiritual Sense rose up from the depths of his Spirit Platform, stripping away all pain, his Spirit feeling an unprecedented serenity.
Brilliant light flared in the Sword Saint’s eyes. In that instant he abruptly sensed that Jiang Dali was on the verge of disappearing from his Sword Realm; Sword Twenty-Three was about to lose its locked target, and he immediately uttered the final low shout.
"Three—"
As this word came out.
His sword finger pushed forward another inch, completely piercing through Jiang Dali’s broad shoulder. Their faces were almost pressed together, eye to eye, intent to intent!
But in that very split second, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his two fingers, his Spirit seeming to crash into another vast and boundless Spirit. His two fingers were like being caught and smashed between two iron mountains, almost crushed and ground into minced meat.
In front of him, Jiang Dali was no longer afraid. Instead, he grinned, his eyes bursting with fierce radiance. His Spirit, which had regained its intense confidence, exploded with immense power, drawing upon the Mahavira power. "Power!!!"
"Crack crack crack—!" "Snap crackle!!"
A series of bone-cracking roars, accompanied by the writhing of bulging steel-like muscles, erupted from Jiang Dali’s devilish, muscular Body that seemed strong enough to squeeze the very air to explosion.
His Body actually, unbelievably, broke through the Sword Realm seal of Sword Twenty-Three. The complex muscles of his back suddenly swelled high, knotting into an exaggerated, ferocious demon-back.
An endless, surging power, accompanied by a blinding Power Level Mahavira whitish blaze, erupted from every muscle, every bone in Jiang Dali’s entire Body, wildly colliding with the "Sword Twenty-Three power" that had stabbed into his Body!
Boom boom boom!—
The Body was the battlefield!
The Spirit was the battlefield!
The Power Level Mahavira force and the Sword Twenty-Three force, at this moment, clashed in an earth-shaking collision.
This was a clash of motion and stillness.
This was likewise a clash of Spirits. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Whether it was the Power Level Mahavira force or the Sword Twenty-Three force, both erupted with the power of the Spirit as their core.
If Heart Power was exhausted, then the Mahavira force could no longer continue to erupt.
Yet as long as his Spiritual Power was strong enough, in theory, Jiang Dali could keep unleashing the endless power within his Body, using the power of the Spirit to continually excavate every last bit, every last inch of potential in his Body.
To persist in developing the power of the Body through the Spirit has always been the path Jiang Dali has upheld.
Back then in Unrivaled City, when he gave pointers to the Sword Saint, it was also based on his own understanding of Sword Twenty-Three as recorded in ancient texts, and on top of that his own Martial Arts philosophy, that he offered those candid suggestions.
He hadn’t expected that those suggestions would just happen to point directly toward the true path of "Sword Twenty-Three" described in the ancient books.
Perhaps it was a lucky accident, but in truth it was more that there are three thousand Daos and all roads lead to the same destination; the ultimate core at the end is not without common ground.
From the first twenty-two swords of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique onward to the twenty-third, it has already shifted into "using the heart to control the sword."
Thus, when this sword is drawn, the intense Sword Intent and Sword Qi already form a special Sword Realm that exists between illusion and reality.
This Sword Realm can be called a Hell that harvests lives, and can also be regarded as the Sword Saint’s Spiritual World.
Ask yourself: inside another person’s Spiritual World, how difficult would it be to defeat them?
Because within another’s Spiritual World, that person themself is an omnipotent, invincible existence, able to do as they please—how could you possibly defeat such a being?
Of course, this so‑called description of a Spiritual World still cannot accurately portray the true essence and profundity contained in the Sword Technique of Sword Twenty-Three; it can only vaguely summarize a fraction of its terrifying aspects.
But it’s undeniable that if one wishes to shatter the Sword of the Spirit, one must likewise use the power of the Spirit. This is also the key to why Jiang Dali could break through the Sword Realm’s blockade—simply because he had already employed his own Spiritual Power.
Those outside a radius of a hundred Zhang from the scene were not within the battlefield at all, so they couldn’t sense the danger and ferocity when the two clashed; they merely saw that atop the great Buddha’s head, the Sword Saint’s figure suddenly took three steps forward, then stood still, motionless.
At the same time, after Jiang Dali’s Body entered the Divine Demon Golden Body State, he likewise became motionless.
The two of them actually fell perfectly silent at the same time, not even their clothes fluttering, like two stone-carved Divine statues.
Immediately after, the air around the two atop the great Buddha suddenly twisted and roiled.
This caused their figures to appear as if they had sunk into water, bizarrely stretching or distorting and changing; the scene was so uncanny that many people cried out in alarm, unable to understand what had just happened.
But in the very next instant, the sky seemed to rumble with a terrifying muffled thunder.
The entire great Buddha, mountains included, shook with a deep tremor, jolting the River into a dozen or so terrifying water pillars roaring skyward, and shaking the people on the embankment so badly they cried out and nearly lost their footing into the water.
At this moment, the two who had been standing motionless atop the Buddha’s head finally moved at the same time, actually falling in unison from two directions off the thirty‑Zhang‑tall Buddha, crashing toward the surging waves below.
"Boom!"
Jiang Dali’s burly frame, like that of a Vajra Celestial, touched the lake with both feet, and instantly a colossal force erupted, caving the lake surface into a deep semi‑circular depression like a massive canopy pressing down, sliding him backward more than ten Zhang before he finally borrowed the momentum to dissipate the force.
Suddenly, from his left shoulder there was a "puff" as a Blood Arrow shot out; the wound burst open, Sword Qi scattering, and above his head another large damage number exploded. Under the players’ shocked gazes, his long blood bar plunged by fully half, and his face turned slightly pale.
But as that Blood Arrow sprayed out, the Sword Qi that had invaded his body had already been forced out by him.
On the other side, the Sword Saint’s entire person directly smashed into the lake with overwhelming force, half his body plunging into the water.
When he rose again to float on the surface, his wide robes snapped and cracked like banners; the drenched cloth flicked violently, scattering tens of thousands of droplets in an explosive spray.
A great wave rolled toward him, but before it even reached three Zhang before his chest, it crashed down as if it had hit an invisible Qi Wall, falling back into the lake.
Looking again at his blood bar, which was still steadily dropping, it was actually comparable to Jiang Dali’s—both had fallen by fully half or so—and at his left flank, a patch was already stained crimson with blood.
Evenly matched?
Everyone who saw this an intense excitement surged within and these four words appeared in their minds.
Though almost no one understood what had actually happened in that battle just now, or what sort of twists and turns it had gone through.
"Sword Twenty-Three truly lives up to its name. I was overconfident and almost brought disaster upon myself. But... to have experienced such peerless swordsmanship is well worth it."
Jiang Dali clasped his hands behind his back, completely unconcerned about the dark red blood flowing over his Chi Jing‑covered, Demon God‑like powerful frame. His tiger‑like eyes gazed into the distance at the Sword Saint, and the corner of his mouth curled into a trace of a smile as he spoke in acknowledgment.
The Sword Saint’s eyes still carried a lingering shock that would not fade; he stared fixedly at Jiang Dali’s towering figure and exclaimed in disbelief, "That power you just used—what power was that? How did it actually break my Sword Twenty-Three?"
He could hardly imagine how a person’s body could contain such an overwhelmingly vast, near-infinite power that not even Sword Twenty-Three could annihilate. It was as if the opponent’s "spirit" were limitless; no matter how his Sword Intent and Sword Qi invaded and destroyed, the other side’s "spirit" could continuously grow, recover, and mount a counterattack.
This was simply unbelievable.
Just now, it was precisely because of that powerful counterattack from the other side that the flaw in his Spirit grew larger, causing a fleeting loophole to appear in the Sword Realm’s blockade; the opponent seized that instant to regain movement, injuring his body and breaking Sword Twenty-Three.
He had thought there was absolutely no one who could break it, that even Wu Ming absolutely could not crack Sword Twenty-Three—yet it had been broken?
Jiang Dali shook his head with a smile. "What I used just now was actually the power of the Spirit as well. It’s just that your Spiritual Power erupts with the sword as its vessel, while my Spiritual Power erupts with my Body as its vessel.
The sword is your pursuit, your weapon.
The Body is my pursuit, my weapon.
I call this power ’Power Level Mahavira’!
It’s just a pity that what I did just now can’t really be considered breaking your Sword Twenty-Three... You should also be very clear why your Sword Twenty-Three was forcibly interrupted by me—that is a rather obvious flaw in your Swordsmanship..."
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(Continuation will be updated during the day)
