Free Web NovelChapter 267: Chapter 149: Creek Swordsmanship 2
He abandoned the unending torrent of the River of Sword Qi, instead enriching the variations in his Sword Techniques.
Thus, this strike used his longsword as the great river, and the Sword Qi roaming about him as the creeks.
People often watch the river and forget the creeks—this was the genius of his Swordsmanship.
Fang Shuwen faced the sudden sword strike without dodging or evading. Accumulating Inner Strength in his palm, he struck out with a thunderous blow.
In an instant, the edge of the sword and the palm were half a foot apart, Sword Qi and Palm Power clashing relentlessly!
Just then, hundreds of fine, dense, nearly invisible strands of Sword Qi, like a great river branching into spreading creeks, swarmed from all directions. They took different paths but all converged on Fang Shuwen’s major acupoints.
At this sight, Yu Yaoguang’s brow furrowed, and she hurriedly called out a warning:
"Watch out!!"
In truth, Fang Shuwen didn’t need Yu Yaoguang’s warning; he had already perceived the ingenuity of this Swordsmanship.
He couldn’t help but laugh heartily.
"Well done!!"
With a tap of his foot, the Inner Strength throughout his body erupted.
The palm facing Ye Wucheng suddenly changed its momentum. Ye Wucheng lost control of his body, and his sword’s edge involuntarily flicked upward.
Seizing the opportunity, Fang Shuwen suddenly swung his arm like a blade and chopped down!
Unskilled Palm Technique—Third Palm, Broken Stream!
No matter how many creeks there are, I’ll sever them all with a single palm strike.
In an instant, the sky full of Sword Qi was swept completely clean.
Moreover, the intense Palm Power shot straight toward Ye Wucheng.
Ye Wucheng knew the danger, of course. His body spun with the tip of his sword, redirecting the momentum into a sudden downward slash.
DING!
The Invisible Palm Power collided with the tangible sword, yet it produced a sound like the clang of metal.
Ye Wucheng was no ordinary man. Facing Fang Shuwen’s palm strike, he refused to retreat a single step. With a flick of his blade, he managed to cleave the attack in two.
But before he could feel a moment of triumph, an intense pressure was already upon him.
He looked up to see Fang Shuwen striking with a palm right at his face.
The momentum of his sword was spent; bringing it back to defend was impossible. In a split second, Ye Wucheng twisted his body and threw up an arm to block.
BAM!
The two currents of True Qi collided. Under the brute force of Fang Shuwen’s Palm Power, Ye Wucheng’s blocking arm was smashed against his own chest.
A sweet taste welled up in his throat, and he launched a backhanded sword strike straight at Fang Shuwen’s face.
They were so close now that finesse was irrelevant. This strike wasn’t aimed at a vital point, nor was it a high-level technique—it was just a stab at the face.
Fang Shuwen tilted his head slightly, evading the sword. His left hand shot out as he leaned his head back, his fingers clamping onto Ye Wucheng’s wrist and twisting.
The longsword swept past Fang Shuwen’s face. A muffled grunt escaped Ye Wucheng’s lips, followed by the sound of breaking bones.
Ye Wucheng gritted his teeth, endured the intense pain, and pulsed his qi.
For a moment, Fang Shuwen almost lost his grip. ’I used too little force,’ he thought.
Fortunately, before Ye Wucheng could completely shake his hand free, Fang Shuwen channeled more strength, brutally clamped down, and said: freewebnoveℓ.com
"Let go."
"In your dreams!!"
Ye Wucheng roared. His left hand suddenly dropped, breaking free of the palm technique’s restraint. He formed his fingers into a sword and thrust straight for Fang Shuwen’s jaw.
This was a trade of injury for injury. Ignoring Fang Shuwen’s own attack, he struck with the intent of mutual destruction.
Fang Shuwen, however, didn’t press his attack with Palm Power. Instead, he used the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand, instantly catching the two fingers and bending them outward.
CRACK!
This time, Ye Wucheng couldn’t help but scream in agony. The pain was just too much.
Fang Shuwen had completely broken two of his fingers. As the saying goes, the pain in the fingers goes straight to the heart. Even though Ye Wucheng prided himself on not fearing hardship or pain, he couldn’t help but scream.
But even as he screamed, his assault continued. He gathered power in his legs and struck straight between Fang Shuwen’s thighs.
This was different from a street brawl. At their level of Martial Arts, protecting one’s vitals is instinctual. It wasn’t that winning with a Groin Kick was completely impossible, but the chances were slim.
Ye Wucheng’s kick was meant to disrupt Fang Shuwen’s stance and buy himself a sliver of a chance at survival.
Who would have thought that Fang Shuwen would be completely unmoved?
He allowed Ye Wucheng to wedge a leg between his own and use his knee to try and break his stance with all his might, yet Fang Shuwen didn’t waver in the slightest.
As the two immense forces wrestled against each other, a tremendous BOOM was heard.
The ground around them shattered, layer by layer. First three feet, then ten, then twenty, thirty... fifty... a hundred feet!!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Rings of earth shattered as layers of force compounded.
By this point, Ye Wucheng was fighting for his very life. Sword Qi surged around him, and with each whistling cry of the blade, his True Qi grew incomparably sharp.
His face was crimson, his forehead beaded with sweat, and white steam billowed from the top of his head.
But Fang Shuwen just grinned. With a sudden WHOOSH, a towering Dharma Aspect rose up behind him.
It had six arms and three eyes, stood over twenty feet tall, and wore a ferocious expression. A Buddha Wheel, like a halo of fire, blazed behind its head, adding to its imposing might.
Beneath this Dharma Aspect, Ye Wucheng’s Sword Qi seemed utterly insignificant.
Without any warning, Fang Shuwen suddenly lifted his foot and stomped down... frёewebηovel.cѳm
Ye Wucheng’s control over his techniques was perfect, allowing him to attack and defend at will, yet he was still caught completely off guard.
By the time he came to his senses, he realized something was terribly wrong, but it was already too late.
As Fang Shuwen’s foot fell, a sickening CRACK echoed.
Fang Shuwen’s foot had crushed Ye Wucheng’s right leg. The ground boomed again, and Ye Wucheng’s kneecap shattered in the same instant.
In that moment, everyone present saw the terrifying Demon Evil God: one hand gripping Ye Wucheng’s wrist, the other holding his two broken fingers, and one foot stomping on Ye Wucheng’s thigh.
