Chapter 1317: The Thirty-Move Duel

Chapter 1317: Chapter 1317: The Thirty-Move Duel

Lin Ruxue made her move! As the jade cup in her hand was thrown, the wine inside splashed out, and a faint mist enveloped the surface of the attacked defense wall. Amidst the continuous deafening explosions, ripples spread outward on the water wall, fortunately, preventing any danger from this round of attacks.

The aftermath of the explosions impacted Liu Xuanji’s performance. In his heart, Liu Xuanji cursed Pei Yan, who truly was a madman. A moment ago, he was humble and polite in the pavilion, yet the next moment, he was merciless, concentrating the power of the Plasma Cannon and launching attacks. If one were to hit Liu Xuanji head-on, despite his high skill, he would suffer severe injuries if not die, and Pei Yan promptly launched five such attacks. He was serious!

Without checking whether his Sword Qi had hit Pei Yan, Liu Xuanji had to temporarily retreat to his own small space to avoid the shockwaves affecting him. When he reappeared, the originally pure and tranquil ground was a mess, as if it had been baptized by artillery. Dark, cracked soil was everywhere, and amidst this ruin, only the spot where Pei Yan stood remained untouched by external impact. The snow beneath his feet was pristine, and in this pristine snow, drops of blood fell, blooming like plum blossoms.

Looking up, a sword scar stretched from his shoulder down across his chest, appearing on Pei Yan’s front. At this moment, the wound no longer bled, and during Liu Xuanji’s shocked moment, it had already healed, leaving only a shallow scar.

"Although the Power of Origin from the Ancestral God within him is in a state of fusion and seal, it still affects his body. Achieving such rapid wound recovery under Liu Xuanji’s Sword Qi is truly astonishing." At this moment, Lin Ruxue and Lin Junzhao could no longer sit calmly. They stood up and approached the pavilion to watch. With these two rising, others dared not sit and crowded to the pavilion’s edge, witnessing Pei Yan’s battle in its entirety. Watching Pei Yan in the arena, Lin Ruxue exclaimed sincerely.

"First move!" Pei Yan tore off his already shattered outer garment, revealing a strong, scarred torso, raised his longsword and pointed at Liu Xuanji, with a slight smile, saying: "Others’ things remain theirs. No matter how well it is learned, it is useless if it loses control at a critical moment. Elder Liu, your skills are high; from the start, you controlled the Sword Qi throughout the arena but did not use it until you approached me closely and weakened my vigilance, then struck! Impressive! I admit defeat! Previously, I would have had to avoid injury temporarily."

"You’re modest! If I had taken those moves head-on, I’d have ended up dead a long time ago. Ultimately, being able to move freely is an advantage. Pei Yan! His Majesty the Spirit Emperor and the Spirit Lord have spoken, so I must offend you. This is unrelated to our personal grievances. You won’t hate your old brother for this, will you?"

Pei Yan’s performance today genuinely shook Liu Xuanji. He truly feared that this competition might worsen their recently eased relationship, causing Pei Yan to vent his anger on their sect and willingly lowered his status to associate as equals with Pei Yan.

"Hahaha! What are you saying, Elder Liu! This matter was proposed by me, wanting to see the prowess of Sword Dao experts on the Daoist Plane. Whatever consequences arise, I will bear them alone. You only acted for your sect’s sake! I, Pei Yan, am reasonable; even if I am angry, it won’t be directed at you. Don’t worry, Elder Liu, keep going!" Hearing this, Pei Yan responded cheerfully with a hearty laugh.

"This kid has hidden meanings in his words; he resents us!" Lin Junzhao immediately detected Pei Yan’s concealed anger.

"Indeed! It seems after this battle, regardless of winning or losing, you and I need to spend some effort to quell his anger." Lin Ruxue also noticed this and, lightly stroking his forehead, smiled helplessly.

With Pei Yan’s promise, whether sincere or not, Liu Xuanji had no time to care. For the sect, he must give his all. After finishing the conversation, he apologized once again, then Liu Xuanji’s figure disappeared from the spot. Learning from the previous lesson, Pei Yan didn’t attack with Sword Qi this time. The bullet chamber for firing bullets infused with Power of Origin in his revolver was in cooldown for another two minutes, and the Plasma Cannon’s chambers had one minute left. Without these abilities, Pei Yan gently tapped his longsword on the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The already scarred earth emitted dense cracking sounds like hot beans being fried. The next moment, under enormous pressure, the ground began to tremble violently. Within the blink of an eye, the cracks across the field expanded until the amassed force reached its peak. The earth shattered, and centered on Pei Yan, countless dirt and stones were crushed by external forces and hurled into the sky.

"Stop!" Lin Ruxue uttered a word and pointed at the Defense Array, halting the vibrations spreading from within to outside the field. Even so, the outer areas of the Defense Array cracked to varying extents, only recovering with Lin Ruxue’s essence repair.

Focused solely on fixing the damaged earth without regard, Liu Xuanji was again forced out amidst the flying debris. This time, however, he had no intention of dodging, his stooped figure darting among the debris, drawing out the White Jade Feather Duster Sword with his left hand, swinging it toward Pei Yan.

"Second move!" Liu Xuanji shouted.

Pei Yan’s longsword shifted shape at his will, and a massive round shield appeared before him!

Bang! A dull explosion sounded; Pei Yan lamented firstly the extraordinary skill of Liu Xuanji, whose sword maneuver was like striking a bull across a mountain, the Sword Qi pierced through the shield and injured him. Secondly, he admired the high craftsmanship of Feng Tianhe and others when forging the Divine Artifact. He made numerous unreasonable demands, yet they met them earnestly. Although Liu Xuanji’s Sword Qi damaged him through the shield, Pei Yan, managing the artifact’s change, clearly felt this shield absorbed most of the damage, granting him confidence to withstand the residual Sword Qi attacks with his mechanized body.

"Is this the Divine Artifact tailored for you by Old Monster Feng? It’s truly tricky!" Liu Xuanji remarked as he continued his relentless assault, advancing swiftly with his arms swinging, exclaiming: "Third move!"

The White Jade Feather Duster Sword slashed through the air like a lightning bolt, sweeping surrounding essence and debris within its path, pulverizing them and merging altogether, transforming into an unstoppable dragon charging at Pei Yan.

Standing in place with no possibility of evasion, Pei Yan attempted to activate the Space Transfer Technique but found the surrounding space tightly sealed by the Sword Qi, forcing him to endure the strike!