Chapter 743: Chapter 742: Formidable Enemy
"Duang!"
The hand the size of a human body, yet incredibly solid, collided once more with the dark wooden stick Yang Fei was wielding.
In the muffled boom, Yang Fei felt his arm sink, a numbness swiftly spreading throughout his body, while at the same time, a terrible force descended from above his head, like Mount Tai pressing down.
Two beams of light burst from his eyes, his face showing a terrified expression.
How terrifying was the force of his own strike, yet the hand formed from the elements of heaven and earth hadn’t been crushed?
He saw huge cracks appearing on the hand, about to shatter, but in the next instant, some mysterious force coalesced and swiftly repaired the cracks.
A terrifying pressure weighed down from above.
Yang Fei roared and threw a punch.
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, the hand bounced once, rebounding into the sky.
Yang Fei’s body, as if struck by a heavy hammer from high above, fell thunderously to the ground, creating a deep pit on the solid earth.
Though it’s a lengthy description, the whole process from the moment Yang Fei made his move to when he was struck to the ground was completed in the blink of an eye.
Many people hadn’t even realized what had happened, having only heard several loud noises, followed by the ground shaking and Yang Fei hitting the earth, sending dust flying into the air.
"Not worth one strike!"
Duanmu Chou hovered in the air like a deity, his gaze coldly fixed on Yang Fei, changing his palm to a finger sword, he remotely pointed at Yang Fei, "How will you block this sword?"
As his voice fell, a transparent sword body condensed in the void.
The sword wasn’t very large, but it was over two meters long, initially appearing faint, but as it descended from the sky, it became more solid, and by the time it reached above Yang Fei’s head, it was like a real sword.
Turning the ethereal into solid, gathering Qi into a sword!
This was a divine skill of cultivation, recorded in the Taoist scriptures.
Yang Fei had seen many veteran Divine Travel Realm experts achieve the transformation of the ethereal into solid, but he had never seen anyone as realistic and effortless as Duanmu Chou before.
The key was, whether it was the hand or the sword body, both were solid physical attacks, containing terrifying power.
Yang Fei had never seen such a strong ethereal-to-solid attack before.
Even though he considered himself exceptionally talented and was confident in the strength of his Divine Sense Telekinesis, he felt he definitely couldn’t reach Duanmu Chou’s level at present.
But Yang Fei was not afraid.
He had his advantages.
As he deployed his Protective Gang Qi, Yang Fei swung the wooden stick in his hand and smashed fiercely.
He could have dodged the other’s sword, but he chose to face it head-on.
He wanted the world to know that today’s Yang Fei was vastly different from the Yang Fei who had been trapped by the Hidden Sect before.
"Be careful!" Helian Rong couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, reminding him.
Wang Lei gripped the steel blade in his hand, his body trembling.
Facing such a sword, he didn’t know if he dared to withstand it directly.
After stepping into the Divine Travel Realm, the increase in the Physical Body Realm was limited, and Wang Lei didn’t believe that Yang Fei’s body was much stronger than his own. So, watching Yang Fei contend head-on against the sword, his heart was in his throat.
"Bang!"
The dark wooden stick brutally collided with the sword body over two meters long.
The sharp sword body, surprisingly, couldn’t pierce into the dark wooden stick.
Not only that, but the incredibly solid sword body began to crack from the tip.
At the same time, a violent shockwave spread outwards.
Onlookers standing within thirty meters couldn’t withstand the force of the shockwave and were blown away.
Below Yang Fei, the ground caved in, and dust flew up.
The sword, carrying terrifying power, forcefully nailed Yang Fei’s body more than a meter deep into the ground.
"Buzz!"
A muffled sound echoed as intense vibrations emanated from the ground.
The terrifying power of that sword was mostly diverted by Yang Fei through clever means to the ground. The area around his body fractured, creating a massive deep crater with a radius of four to five meters.
His body rippled with a faint golden glow, and the Protective Gang Qi still stubbornly clung around him.
Although Duanmu Chou’s sword was immensely powerful, it failed to breach Yang Fei’s defenses.
After the sword was filled with cracks, with a low roar from Yang Fei, violent True Yuan transferred through the Fusang Wood onto the sword, causing it to instantly shatter into countless Energy Fragments that flew in all directions.
Some unfortunate members of the Duanmu aristocratic family were struck by the Energy Fragments, screaming in pain as they fled farther away.
Yang Fei held the Fusang Wood, a slight thought stirring in his mind.
At that last moment when he activated the True Yuan with the Fusang Wood to crush the sword, he sensed that the Fusang Wood had absorbed many Power Elements from the dispersing sword.
This reminded him of the scene when he confronted Zhuge Cang at Yunwu Mountain’s Base.
Back then, the Fusang Wood also seemed to have shown a craving for pure natural Power Elements.
High above, Duanmu Chou’s face displayed a hint of surprise as he looked at the unscathed Yang Fei. He was astonished by the young man’s strength, and his gaze then fell on the half-a-meter-long dark wooden stick in the young man’s hands.
It was just a common-looking black piece of wood, so why was it so hard that even his condensed sword couldn’t damage it at all?
"What is this thing?" Duanmu Chou asked.
Yang Fei gathered his thoughts, looked up to meet Duanmu Chou’s gaze, and coldly said, "Just a broken piece of wood, and your condensed sword isn’t that impressive either. It couldn’t even damage a wooden stick."
A flash of anger appeared in Duanmu Chou’s eyes as he snorted, "Ignorant junior, just now, I was merely showing mercy considering your grandfather’s friendship, but since you have some real skills and still act so arrogantly, today I will suppress you and let you learn what true cultivation is!"
Feeling the terrifying killing intent, Yang Fei’s heart tightened. He didn’t hesitate as his Divine Sense concentrated and blasted towards his opponent.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!"
With a shout, Yang Fei felt a stifling sensation in his chest, a buzzing in his mind, and his Sea of Consciousness began to tremble and stir.
His face turned pale with shock, and looking up, he saw a hint of amusement on Duanmu Chou’s face, who used his finger as a sword, pointing at him from afar.
Another sharp Sword Qi swiftly condensed and, while speeding towards Yang Fei, formed into a long sword at an astonishing rate.
This sword, like any ordinary long sword, didn’t carry the terrifying oppressive feeling of the previous sword, but it possessed a light and agile quality.
As Duanmu Chou’s finger moved, the sword transformed into a Flying Sword, shooting through the air like a meteor, continuously striking towards Yang Fei’s body.
Yang Fei’s attempt at a Divine Sense assault had failed, and instead, an opponent’s shout had left his spirit disturbed. As the opponent controlled the Flying Sword to attack him, he could only instinctively dodge and swing the Fusang Wood to block.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
The sharp sound of cutting through the air kept ringing beside his ears.
Yang Fei pushed his advantages to the limit. His body, having undergone Foundation Establishment, reacted much faster than any regular Innate Realm, combining potent True Qi with physical strength to reach a peak.
However, the Flying Sword’s speed was insanely fast, and despite numerous swings of his Fusang Wood attempting to knock it down, he missed every time.
Not only that, as the sword moved around his body, he found that even his Protective Gang Qi had been slashed open several times.
"Puff..."
Suddenly, the sound of flesh being sliced open could be heard.
Followed by a fiery stabbing pain.
Blood spattered into the void, and Yang Fei’s back was slashed open with a wound.
"Puff, puff, puff!!!"
Multiple sounds followed, entering his ears.
His body was instantly slashed with four to five wounds, both before and behind him.
They were only flesh wounds, not fatal nor debilitating to Yang Fei’s strength, yet such injuries felt more like Duanmu Chou’s mockery and humiliation.
This was undoubtedly the most formidable adversary Yang Fei had faced since his strength had soared and his cultivation had significantly advanced.