Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 97: Battle in Taishan Valley: Capture the leader and fight against the mysterious and crazy beast

Shi Feiyang's eyes flashed with determination, and he shouted, "No need to say more. You must speak today!" His voice resonated through the passage like a bell, causing eardrums to ache. With that, he brandished his Burmese knife and attacked the black-clad leader.

His blade flashed, a chilling aura permeating the air. Every swing of his blade carried boundless power and fury, the wind whistling and whirring. He had only one conviction in his heart: to uncover the truth and prevent the impending disaster.

The Burmese knife carried the chill of Mingyu Gong, and a thin layer of frost condensed around the blade. Wherever it went, the air was frozen, making a slight "rustling" sound and forming a white mist, as if one was in a world of ice and snow.

The leader in black was not to be outdone. He drew out his broadsword with a "swish" sound, and the blade flashed with cold light, and started a fierce battle with Shi Feiyang.

The two figures shuttled quickly in the passage, like two black lightnings, the flashes of swords and shadows complemented each other, making people dazzled.

Every swing of Shi Feiyang's sword carried the force of splitting mountains and cracking rocks, swift as lightning. With a whoosh, the wind from his sword whistled and hissed. He unleashed a move from his Hundred Victories Sword Technique, "Wild Wind Sweeping the Remaining Clouds." The sword's light, like a gust of wind, swept towards the black-clad leader, sweeping everything away in an endless storm.

The black-clad leader, relying on his rich combat experience, continuously fended off Shi Feiyang's attacks, searching for opportunities to counterattack. Each of his blocks was accompanied by the clang of metal. A life-and-death struggle raged in this dark passage, the atmosphere so tense it was breathtaking, the air seemingly frozen.

On the other side, Gong Simeng, Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu were fighting a tough battle with the monster.

Gong Simeng kept waving the whip, her eyes firm and focused, staring at the monster's eyes and legs. The whip in her hand was like a black lightning, winding and wandering in the air, making a "snapping" sound, sometimes whipping at the monster's eyes, and "whoosh", with a sharp gust of wind, trying to blind the monster's eyes; sometimes wrapping around its legs, trying to interfere with its movements. Every time she swung it, there was a whistling sound of wind, and the tip of the whip flashed with cold light, as if it could cut everything.

Xiang Kun continued to cast spells, his forehead covered in beads of sweat, which trickled down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground. His eyes betrayed fatigue, yet he remained resolute. He formed seals with his hands, his fingers dancing nimbly as he chanted, summoning spikes and falling rocks.

Sharp spikes would occasionally protrude from the ground, "puff puff" drilling out from the ground, like sharp blades, stabbing the monster, and the "swoosh" sound was endless; the stones on the top of the passage also kept falling, "crackling" hitting the monster, restricting its range of movement, and each stone that fell made a dull impact sound.

Jin Liufu, on the other hand, looked for an opportunity. His eyes were as sharp as a hunter's, constantly watching for the monster's weaknesses, perceiving its every flaw. He continuously fired hidden weapons, which flew towards the monster, swishing like meteors across the night sky. Each hidden weapon carried his determination and strength, attempting to inflict a fatal blow on the monster.

Just as Shi Feiyang was fighting fiercely with the black-clad leader, a mysterious wave suddenly came from the depths of the passage.

This wave seemed to emanate from the endless abyss of the universe's nascent chaos, carrying with it an indescribable aura of the unknown and chilling terror. Like an invisible and imposing hand, it plucked at the monster's heartstrings with overwhelming force.

Affected by this, the monster became more and more manic, and the crazy flames burning in its eyes seemed to burn everything in the world to ashes.

It rushed towards the crowd frantically, regardless of everything. Every step it took was filled with a tremendous force. With a "bang", the ground under its feet shook violently, as if the entire passage could not withstand this force and could be crushed at any time. The "creaking" sound continued to be heard.

The mysterious ripples grew stronger, like a surging, overwhelming tide, wave after wave, thundering and crashing against everything around them. The monster, driven mad by this force, surged forward like a massive, mountainous chariot, careening out of control. Wherever it passed, the passageway shook violently, and hideous cracks instantly appeared on the stone walls, cracking and creaking as if ready to collapse at any moment. Dust billowed like thick smoke, filling the entire passageway, making it difficult to breathe and blurring vision. Everyone could only barely distinguish each other in the haze.

Gong Simeng's eyebrows were raised, her eyes were wide open, and her eyes revealed determination and courage.

She seized the opportunity and let out a delicate cry, her voice like a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, but with an unquestionable momentum, "Hey!" The whip in her hand was like a black lightning, wrapped in a sharp wind, and with a "whoosh" it suddenly wrapped around the monster's neck.

Then, she used the force to soar upwards, her figure as graceful as willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze, or a nimble swallow in the dark night. The dagger in her hand flashed with a cold light, the light like a fleeting meteor in the night sky, and with the determination to kill, she stabbed the monster's crown.

However, the monster's skin was as hard as thousand-year-old black iron. The dagger only left a shallow white mark when it stabbed it. With a "clang" sound, sparks flew everywhere, but it failed to cause fatal damage to the monster.

Gong Simeng's heart tightened, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face, but her inherent tenacity instantly calmed her down, and her eyes rekindled her unyielding fighting spirit. Xiang Kun's forehead was covered in dense beads of sweat, which continued to slide down his cheeks and drip onto the ground, leaving a small stain.

Xiang Kun clasped his hands together, his body ablaze with light. That light contained all his magical power, which was now continuously gathering. Suddenly, he shouted, "Rock Prison!" The voice was deep and powerful, like an earthquake.

In an instant, the ground seemed to be stirred by a giant hand, shaking violently and making a rumbling sound.

Several extremely thick stone pillars broke out of the ground. The surface of the stone pillars was rough and carried the smell of soil. They were like pillars that supported the sky from ancient times, tightly binding the monster with the force of thunder.

However, the monster's strength was beyond imagination. It roared with an earth-shattering roar, a resounding "Ao Wu" that pierced everyone's eardrums and seemed to shatter their souls. It struggled violently, its muscles bulging and tense as if made of steel, as if it was trying to rip the stone pillar apart with its brute force.

Tiny cracks began to appear on the stone pillar, and a continuous "crackling" sound echoed, like a death countdown, foreshadowing the possibility of the stone pillar collapsing at any moment. Xiang Kun's face turned extremely pale, completely devoid of blood. He clenched his teeth, his cheeks bulging, and the veins on his forehead bulged like serpentine snakes as he strained to maintain his spell, his clothes drenched in sweat.

Jin Liufu acted according to the situation, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he never missed any opportunity.

He quickly took out a special dart from his arms, and the dart flashed coldly in the dim passage.

He swung his arm with fluid, swift movements, unleashing a series of darts with a whoosh, accurately targeting vulnerable areas like the monster's eyes and abdomen. With a sharp whistling sound, the darts sliced ​​through the air, whistling like deadly meteors, striking the monster with pinpoint accuracy. The monster, in intense pain, let out a deafening roar, a roar that seemed to shatter the confines of the tunnel, shaking the entire passage violently, its buzzing echoing incessantly.

A relieved smile appeared on Jin Liufu's face, but his eyes were still full of vigilance, always ready for the next round of attack, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey, his body slightly leaning forward, ready to go.

(End of this chapter)