Free Web NovelChapter 1179: Chapter 1179: Sword Blossom
"Still too young."
Kun Yun stood not far away, hands clasped behind his back, smiling as he watched the scene.
Even if a small chunk of Wang Sicong’s fist had been chopped off, he still had a smile on his face.
Fight, fight, if the clam doesn’t contend, how could this old man be a fisherman?
The pain brought by the fist, Wang Sicong could endure. Because this pain was less than a fifth of the pain during the bloodline inheritance, that kind of pain could really kill!
"You bitch!"
Wang Sicong cursed, raising his fist again. He couldn’t believe that a broken sword could block his fists!
"Overestimate yourself!"
Xu Xianrong let go of her right hand, holding the sword in her left.
There was no other reason but disdain for him!
"I’ll kill you!"
This time, Wang Sicong didn’t use both fists, but focused all his strength on his right fist, gathering all his power before striking. Even with his own blood splattering, it was like a tragic victory gained by hurting oneself.
Xu Xianrong remained silent, simply smirking disdainfully. The long sword thrust forward, blooming a sword flower like a green lotus.
This really was a flower, hitting Wang Sicong’s fist, leaving a mark resembling a lotus.
Though the flower looked beautiful, it was blood-stained, already injuring the bone.
Such pain made Wang Sicong merely frown and say, "That’s all!"
His earlier punch had brought his explosive power to the extreme, and although he got injured, Xu Xianrong was definitely impacted.
After all, he was a Golden Core expert!
Indeed, Xu Xianrong was also injured, but it was nothing serious, merely a slight shock to her arm, forcing her three steps back.
Wang Sicong felt Xu Xianrong’s injury was worse than his, and decided to seize the advantage!
His fist rose again with the sound of sparks, aimed at Xu Xianrong’s head.
Clang!
The Thousand Cyan Threads rose again, slicing Wang Sicong’s fist.
With a ’crack,’ the sword’s blade cut directly into Wang Sicong’s palm!
With a twist of the blade, half of his palm was cut off!
Splash~
Blood spilled out, splattering onto Xu Xianrong’s enchanting, ethereal face, burning hot like boiling oil, leaving scars.
Xu Xianrong ignored these minor injuries, softly scornful, "Barbaric Bone Nine Transformations, that’s all."
Even the initial stage of Barbaric Bone Nine Transformations vastly surpassed the physical strength of typical high-ranking martial artists, especially since Wang Sicong had formed his Golden Core, with muscles and bones strengthened to a monstrous degree.
If it were an ordinary blade or sword, it truly could do nothing to him, not even cutting his skin.
It was said Lin Tian used his black dagger to chop off one of Wang Manzi’s fingers and then severed one of his arms, truly slicing through iron like mud.
Xu Xianrong had thought about whether she could achieve that in such an environment.
After pondering, Xu Xianrong simply smiled and shook her head. There seemed to be no comparison; after all, a knife and a sword are different things, incomparable.
Xu Xianrong had just wielded the sword with both hands, using it as a knife, proving the point. The Thousand Cyan Threads lacked the Black Dragon Dagger’s brute force, yet its nimble elegance and ability to carry sword intent were unmatched by the dagger.
Finally, Xu Xianrong placed the Thousand Cyan Threads in her right hand, stepped back ten meters, pointed at Wang Sicong and said, "Today, you will certainly die! But I’ll grant you a dignified death, raise your fists!"
Wang Sicong’s face was incredibly grim, he didn’t feel it was dignified, rather he felt humiliated!
First, the sword as a knife, then held with the left hand, now finally wielded with the right hand.
Had this woman never exerted full force from the beginning?
Wang Sicong swallowed, fear rising in his heart. He didn’t want to continue fighting! He had already lost half a palm; he didn’t want to lose his life too!
"Mr. Wang." Kun Yun called from behind him, "That woman assumes she’s fearlessly confident, but she’s incredibly foolish. Having inhaled so much pollen, her aura will soon become chaotic. Spar just a few more moves with her, and I’ll assist you from the side! Remember Lin Tian’s bloodied appearance, that’s her fate!"
Originally, fear had overwhelmed Wang Sicong’s mind, but suddenly his body trembled, filling once more with fighting spirit.
Not brainwashed by Kun Yun’s words, the fighting spirit came inexplicably.
It felt as though Wang Sicong was a puppet, with Kun Yun pulling the strings behind.
Xu Xianrong smiled, "It’s too late to flee now. We’re only ten meters apart; do you think you can run?"
"Ah~!"
Wang Sicong raised his head, shouting, glaring red-eyed at Xu Xianrong, his heartbeat accelerating, his whole body feeling aflame.
He charged forward, yet not as gracefully as at first; instead, he stomped heavily, even the pebbles trembled.
He was gathering strength, similar to layering his previous punch.
Wang Sicong didn’t know how many punches he could still throw, so every punch was exerted with extraordinary effort, like he was using up all his strength.
Finally, after ten steps, Wang Sicong approached, raising his Fire Fist, roaring as he swung his left fist.
Wildly open and close, fiercely explosive, even the air around his fist formed a considerable gale.
Xu Xianrong moved, her graceful pace breathtaking.
She didn’t choose to clash head-on with Wang Sicong; it wasn’t her style.
Boom!
Predictably, Wang Sicong’s fist hit only air, but still made a tremendous impact, the punch’s wind scorching the ground, leaving it charred.
And where was Xu Xianrong?
Standing to Wang Sicong’s left, her sword tip gleaming coldly, she thrust at Wang Sicong’s wrist. Sharp as slicing tofu.
With a flick, a streak of blood appeared, Wang Sicong’s left hand tendon severed!
The tendon wasn’t an artery, hence the blood flowed wasn’t much, yet Wang Sicong’s fist unclenched, his hand effectively disabled.
Then, Xu Xianrong’s sword speed was so quick even the afterimages were disregarded, a hundred swords per second, each strike on the red marks on Wang Sicong’s arm.
One sweep, one flick, forming a sword flower, only this flower reeked of blood, a stench setting nerves on edge!
Xu Xianrong merely circled Wang Sicong, stabbing countless times, turning his entire arm and back into a mess, flesh raised, not a single spot intact!
Most terrifying was, Wang Sicong still stood there like a wooden block, allowing her to carve!
