Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 221 Can it hold on?
From the perspective of the swordsman, although his attack just now broke the opponent's protective magic weapon, it also consumed a lot of his own energy.

He stood leaning on his sword, his chest heaving violently beneath his dark green robe, each breath heavy and labored, like the bellows of a furnace being pulled.

The gaping wound on the tiger's mouth was still bleeding, and bright red blood droplets slowly dripped down the dark hilt of the knife, spreading a small patch of dark red on the ground, like a blooming flower of death.

About half a minute later, his eyes, which had been slightly closed, suddenly opened, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light, as sharp as a drawn blade. Hot Qi surged out from the pores of his body and swirled around him, indicating that he had regained his strength.

When his gaze returned to Liu Wu Kui, he locked onto the Five Directions of the Dharma Form that had been re-formed around the other man like a hawk eyeing a hare.

At this moment, the five-colored masks—green, red, yellow, white, and black—had gradually regained their luster. The interplay of light and shadow carried a faint, mysterious aura, yet still carried a lingering sense of fear, like birds that had been startled and had gathered again. Though they had returned to the branches, they still trembled and dared not cry out loud.

Upon seeing the appearance of the Five Directions Protector, Guan Dao Ke's lips curled into an enigmatic smile, and he muttered, "A child's destiny... impressive. The Five Directions Protector is not bad either, but he wasted an opportunity."

His tone carried a hint of regret for missing a good opportunity, as well as admiration for a worthy opponent. He was both disappointed that he hadn't succeeded in one strike and secretly pleased that he had found a good 'target'. Occasionally, a complex light would flash in his eyes, which were mixed with blue light.

Having said that, the man once again brandished his Guan Dao (a type of halberd). The blade spun and leaped in his hand, as if it had come to life.

The knife sometimes moved like a serpent spitting its tongue, the tip trembling slightly, swift and cunning, always looking for the opponent's weaknesses, carrying a chilling killing intent; at other times it moved like a tiger wagging its tail, the blade sweeping horizontally, fierce and domineering, carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks, each swing causing the air to groan in pain.

Each swing of his sword created a whistling wind, whipping up dust and pebbles from the ground, forming tiny whirlwinds that swirled around him.

As the blade swayed, his aura surged once more, the chilling killing intent spreading like a tide, pressing down on the surrounding air as if it were solidifying. Even the sunlight overhead seemed to be forced down by this aura, dimming like the sun obscured by dark clouds.

As soon as he dragged the knife to the ground again, the two experts immediately noticed that his aura had surged once more. The blade gleamed with light, its momentum like a volcano about to erupt, threatening to devour everything in its path.

Haricha and Liu Wukui exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes. The feeling of their scalps tingling made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

They also knew that the real battle had only just begun, and every minute and every second from now on would be a contest of life and death. The slightest carelessness would result in their heads being torn apart by their opponent's Guan Dao.

After Guan Dao had taken his stance again, and seeing that his two opponents were also ready, he shouted "Good!" and then suddenly exerted force with both legs, taking large strides forward.

He charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that he left only a blur. He lowered his head and hunched his chest, his guandao (a type of halberd) dragging at his side, the blade scraping against the ground with a piercing "squeak," sparks flying like blooming flowers.

That unstoppable, headstrong momentum was like thunder and lightning, making one's throat tighten, as if it would split everything in front of them in two at any moment.

Of course, although his power was still fierce, the villagers of Biyou Village, who were also considered experts, keenly noticed something was wrong—this time, his aura was much weaker than... the opponent's earth-shattering strike at the beginning. Like a mountain torrent after a rainstorm, it was still surging, but it had lost its initial ferocity and lacked an indescribable 'flavor'.

Yes, although Harichagai couldn't quite pinpoint the difference between the two strikes from the Guan Daoist, his golden bloodline gave him a clear combat intuition that he should be able to withstand the blow even without a magical weapon, even if it meant taking some minor injuries.

But there is no turning back in life, and Haricha Gai was never willing to gamble with his life. He was still going all out, his whole body bursting with faint Qi light, as if he had put on a layer of armor. His body Qi was churning like boiling water, ready to confront the attacking Guan Dao head-on.

His appearance was like a bull on the prairie facing a galloping horse, unyielding and with a determined look in his eyes.

At the same time, Liu Wu Kui, standing to the side, once again activated the Five Directions Protective Body, with five beams of light spinning rapidly around his body, creating gusts of wind.

She moved with light steps, circling around like a lone wolf circling its prey. Her eyes gleamed with cunning and contemplation as she prepared to strike when the Guan Daoist was about to unleash his full power and his strength was exhausted before he could muster any new energy. She was looking for openings in the transition of his sword strikes, like a hunter waiting for his moment.

To the surprise of the two from Biyou Village, the Guan Daoist, who was supposed to use the dragging sword technique, suddenly let out a cold laugh. The laugh was like ice beads falling on a jade plate, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Suddenly, he took quick steps, his body abruptly turning, simultaneously rolling diagonally forward with his sword in hand. His movements were fluid and effortless. Using the momentum of his turn, he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and unleashed a powerful strike from the Spring and Autumn Blade style, "Splitting Mount Hua with Force," the blade slashing down with a sharp whistling sound.

It should be noted that the move "Splitting Mount Hua" is a very common move. In essence, it is just holding a knife with both hands and slashing with all your might. It is like the basic skills of a street martial arts master. It seems ordinary and has no fancy techniques.

However, this sword technique is simple and solid, and the chopping technique is the most important of all sword techniques in the world. Although it is old-fashioned, it is the most practical. Once used properly, it can unleash amazing power, which is in line with the true meaning of the great way being simple.

When Guan Dao Ke unleashed this strike, its power was indeed extraordinary.

If the original dragging sword technique and the so-called iaido slash, or American iaido, were similar in their ability to defeat the enemy with a single blow, like a venomous snake's fatal bite, emphasizing surprise; then this current [Splitting Mount Hua] has the power to sweep away thousands of troops, as if it could split the mountain in front of it in two, relying on absolute strength and momentum.

Swish!
The swordsman spun and slashed like a dancer, his blade sweeping upwards and downwards with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. The blade light swept across like a bolt of lightning, its gleam illuminating everything around him.

Haricha, who had been quite confident in his ability to accept the challenge, was now startled and felt a sense of fear. The overwhelming aura made him feel threatened by death.

He immediately made a strategic leap, taking a sharp step back, narrowly avoiding the attack, his clothes being torn by the wind from the blade.

Despite his massive, bear-like physique, Harichagai possessed remarkable speed when he exploded into motion, retreating over ten meters with a single kick, shattering the cobblestones beneath his feet—a testament to his explosive power. However, to his surprise, the Guan Daoist's guandao slammed into the ground, not only creating a half-meter-deep crater and scattering debris, but also unleashing a two-meter-long beam of light.

The blade flashed bluish-white, carrying a sharp killing intent. Like a leech, it chased straight for Harichagai's back, its speed even faster than his leaping figure, relentlessly pursuing him like the scythe of death.

Not only that, the Guan Daoist, without pausing after his first move, followed with a leftward flip and a rightward roll of the blade, his movements fluid and seamless. The blade traced a perfect cross in the air, and two intersecting beams of light appeared out of thin air, accompanied by a whistling sound, as they hurtled towards Liu Wu Kui's head.

Swish!
The blade was incredibly sharp, slicing through the ethereal "armor" of the Five Directions Protector, causing the light and shadow to tremble violently, as if it were about to dissipate in the next second. The face of the Protector's Dharma form once again showed pain, like a living person cut by a sharp blade, emitting a silent wail.

Liu Wu Kui glanced to his left and saw Haricha Gai clashing head-on with the great sword light. Haricha Gai crossed his arms to protect his chest, golden light flashing. Each collision with the sword light produced a dull sound, like the beating of a drum. His body was shaken and he was forced to retreat repeatedly, obviously struggling, with a painful expression on his face.

Seeing this headstrong act of taking the blade light, her face inevitably twitched. She cursed inwardly, then suddenly unleashed her Qi, causing her five-colored Qi light to surge around her, forcefully shattering the cross-shaped blade light surrounding the Five Directions of the Heavenly Emperor with a loud "bang".

Immediately afterwards, she shot out like an arrow, and a straight punch, with a sharp sound as it cut through the air, smashed towards the Guan Daoist. The wind from her punch was fierce, and it even carried a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air, causing ripples to appear in the air.

As the saying goes, "an inch shorter, an inch more dangerous." The user of a long weapon is most afraid of being approached to his side, especially a weapon like the Guan Dao, which is too heavy and difficult to maneuver. Once someone gets close, it's like a tiger losing its claws, and its power is greatly reduced.

Therefore, upon seeing this, Guan Dao Ke lightly raised his right foot and kicked the hilt of Guan Dao with lightning speed. Using this force, Guan Dao suddenly turned, and the blade's momentum changed. Like a serpent swishing its tail, he launched a "Guan Sheng Tan Ying" attack. The blade tip, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, stabbed straight at Liu Wu Kui's face. The speed was so fast that it only left a blur, leaving no time for anyone to react.

Seeing the opponent's swift and fierce blade strike, Liu Wu Kui had no choice but to make a tactical head shake, tilting his head to the left and simultaneously activating the Five Directions Protector to guard his face, with five beams of light instantly converging beside his face.

With a crisp clang, the tip of the blade struck the image of the Jiedi Dharma, sending ripples of energy flying. Taking advantage of this brief respite, Liu Wu Kui finally managed to close the distance to Guan Dao Ke's side, the two now no more than half a foot apart.

"I've been putting up with you for a long time. So all you know how to do is wield a knife, hu

This rampaging loli grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, but her smile carried a hint of ruthlessness, and her eyes flashed with the flames of battle.

With both hands in a knife-like stance, she launched a series of powerful attacks using the style of the Eight Trigrams Palm. Her movements were unpredictable, circling around the Guan Dao master with agility and unpredictability, each move aimed at a hidden corner—one hand targeting the opponent's face and chest, while the other hand sliced ​​at the hilt of the Guan Dao, preventing the opponent from raising his sword. Like a serpent coiling around an elephant, she was both agile and deadly, making it impossible for the Guan Dao master to defend against her attacks.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Within a few rounds, Liu Wu Kui unleashed a complete set of moves, beginning with "Asking for the Way While Leaning on the Horse," a feinting palm strike to test the opponent's strength, much like a tentative move in chess. He then followed with "White Snake Spits Venom," his fingertips like swords, aiming straight for the Guan Daoist's ribs with lightning speed. Next, he used "Wind Swaying Lotus Leaves" to evade the opponent's elbow strike, then landed a palm strike on the opponent's waist, using the opponent's force against them. Finally, he finished with "White Snake Shakes Scales," his hands trembling rapidly, several palm strikes simultaneously hitting the Guan Daoist's chest like a dense rain.

During this time, even though Guan Daoke dodged and weaved left and right, spinning like a top, he still took a few more blows.

Liu Wu Kui's palm strikes were extremely powerful. With each strike, Guan Dao Ke felt his Qi in his middle and lower Dantian surge, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His blood and Qi flowed backward, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Liu Wu Kui had exhausted his moves and lost his strength, he seized this fleeting opportunity, raised his Guan Dao with one hand, and with a slashing motion accompanied by a whistling sound, pressed down with the blade as if Mount Tai were pressing down, aiming straight for Liu Wu Kui's head, intending to split him in two.

"what!"

At this moment, Haricha, who had been locked in a stalemate with the great sword light for a long time, finally broke free from the entanglement and leaped back, like a tiger returning to the mountain, full of ferocity. He directly confronted Liu Wu Kui, and his old fist burst forth with a dazzling golden light, carrying immense force as it smashed towards the blade.

boom!
When the wind from the fist clashed with the wind from the blade, it produced a deafening roar, like thunder exploding in one's ears, and the surrounding air vibrated violently.

The Guan Daoist had just been fiercely attacked by Liu Wu Kui, and his sword momentum had been exhausted. It was indeed difficult for him to use his momentum to suppress others. The Guan Dao that he had pressed down was forcefully 'sent back' by Haricha Gai in the manner of disarming him with his bare hands.

As the Guan Dao trembled violently, the Guan Dao user felt a numbness in his arms, and his tiger's mouth split open again, bleeding profusely.

But he remained calm and composed. He suddenly pulled back his strength and thrust the end of his guandao (a type of halberd) into the ground. Using the rebound force, he swung the blade in a circular, flowery motion around himself. The blade light was like a wall, impenetrable, temporarily forcing the two back and giving himself a chance to catch his breath.

Then, he gathered his momentum again, stomped his feet on the ground, causing the ground to shake again, and directly unleashed the "Azure Dragon Dance," spinning in place.

Swish!
The Guan Dao in his hand transformed into a blue whirlwind, its cutting intent as sharp as a knife, causing Liu Wu Kui and Hari Cha Gai to feel a sharp pain in their skin, and even their protective Qi seemed to be torn apart.

Even more bizarrely, the swirling blade wind carried a powerful suction force, as if trying to pull the two of them in and tear them to pieces, making them involuntarily move closer to the center of the blade wind.

The two of them realized that this was the opponent's final killing move!

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the two highly talented individuals exchanged a glance. In that instant, they reached a consensus and understood each other's thoughts without needing to say a word.

All that could be heard was Haricha's loud voice: "I'll take the lead!" His voice was clear and resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

(End of this chapter)