Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 117 Willow Catkin Movement Technique

'Although they haven't considered my opinions, treating me merely as a pawn—used when useful, discarded when not—I must endure it for now!'

Countless thoughts arose in Han Yi's mind, only to vanish just as quickly.

"Very well, Elder Li, I will have a match with Song Qing and I will surely win!"

Han Yi said with a smile, but although his voice was slightly amused, it actually concealed a murderous aura, which was overwhelming and unstoppable, filling his words with a sense of urgency.

Elder Li and Song Qing—Han Yi has made a mental note of this matter. If he has the chance in the future, he will deal with them first.

Han Yi is no longer the fledgling he once was. With his higher cultivation level, he naturally possesses powerful weapons and his killing intent naturally arises!

In the arena.

"Han Yi, how about you obediently admit defeat? If you take the initiative to admit defeat and cripple your own arm, this matter will be over. Otherwise, swords have no eyes, and the 'Green Willow Sword' might just poke a few holes in you!"

Song Qing smiled sinisterly. At this moment, he still intended to use words to undermine Han Yi's fighting spirit. How insidious!

"bring it on!"

Han Yi smiled slightly, appearing unusually calm.

"Hmph, all pretentious! He's nothing but a peasant who crawled out of a ditch!"

Song Qing curled his lip and said disdainfully.

Within the Crimson Flame Sect, the term "pit" refers to a mining camp.

Whoosh! Song Qing's leg strength exploded instantly, his figure elusive and his exact location unpredictable.

'My Willow Catkin Movement Technique has been honed to the point of being as swift as flying catkins and drifting silk threads. I'm determined to take down this reckless fool in one fell swoop!'

Song Qing's killing intent burned fiercely. He and Han Yi had long been enemies, and now that his strength had greatly increased, he wanted to torture Han Yi in front of everyone.

This will not only embarrass Elder Li, but also let others know that those who offend Song Qing must pay the price!

"Such bizarre movement techniques..."

Han Yi frowned slightly. Song Qing's Willow Floss Movement technique paid great attention to the combination of body shape and footwork. Moreover, it was neither fierce nor effeminate, but rather a movement technique that was as light and graceful as willow fluff and adaptable to changing circumstances.

What's most infuriating is that when Han Yi wanted to take the initiative, he found that Song Qing's figure seemed to be nowhere to be found, and when Han Yi wanted to defend, Song Qing seemed to launch a lightning-fast attack at any moment!

"The technique Song Qing is cultivating seems to be of a much higher grade than the Flying Swallow Kick..."

“Since that’s the case…then, let’s focus on the ‘concentrated’ feature…”

Han Yi stopped paying attention to the illusory figures around him and instead gripped the Xuan Tie Sword tightly, grasping that mysterious sixth sense.

Swish!

Suddenly, a willow leaf glowing green silently attacked Han Yi from behind, viciously stabbing towards the Dazhui acupoint.

If this sword strike lands solidly, Han Yi will probably spend the rest of his life bedridden, a cripple!

clang!

Han Yi suddenly swung the Xuan Tie sword, the blade flashing backward instead of retreating, the blade as wide as a door panel, sweeping straight towards Song Qing's neck.

One inch long, one inch strong.

With the Xuan Tie sword, which was over a meter long, facing the Qing Liu sword, which was a little over a foot and three inches long, Han Yi naturally had a great advantage.

Song Qing retreated rapidly, like a willow catkin blown by a strong wind, quickly moving to the edge of the arena.

'Han Yi, this boy must not be allowed to live!'

Song Qing was shocked. The last time he saw Han Yi, Han Yi was just a weak outer disciple. Only a few months later, Han Yi's strength and reaction were slightly stronger than his.

'Could it be that he has also broken through to the Blood Refining stage?'

Song Qing thought of a possibility.

"Yes, that must be it. It's said that Elder Li is a cunning and treacherous man. Han Yi might be part of his trap, providing him with abundant resources to help him break through!"

'But no matter what, this person can't possibly be my match!'

Song Qing looked at the treasure in his hand and thought of the moves he had practiced for a long time.

Whoosh! Song Qing unleashed his full power, determined to finish off Han Yi with a single blow.

"The Thirty-Six Swords of the Song Family!"

Song Qing shouted, and then his figure shot out towards Han Yi.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and then countless dense, emerald green sword shadows appeared. These sword shadows were as thin as willow leaves, or like falling rain, flickering and fading in an instant.

'Flying Swallow Kick - Swallow Walk!'

Han Yi naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death. He had anticipated that Song Qing would go all out, so he moved swiftly and dodged continuously.

"Hey Senior Brother Li, when did Han Yi become so awesome?"

Pan Sheng, watching from below the stage, was secretly alarmed. If he had gone up there, he probably would have been riddled with holes by now.

"Do you think everyone is like you, spending their days drinking and carousing instead of cultivating?" Li Feng rarely made a sarcastic remark about Pan Sheng, but his expression immediately turned serious.

Then, he shouted at Han Yi, "Prolonged defense will lead to defeat, and prolonged attack will lead to collapse. Find an opportunity to counterattack!"

After hearing Li Feng's reminder, Han Yi smiled slightly. He naturally knew this principle, but what Li Feng didn't know was that Han Yi dodged easily and didn't expend much effort at all.

'That's it? I haven't even used my full strength yet!'

Han Yi's Flying Swallow Leg technique was already at a minor level, making him incredibly fast. In addition, his overall strength was already a level above Song Qing's, so he could dodge with ease. If there was something he couldn't dodge, he would block it with his Xuan Tie Sword.

Ding Ling is a good man!

The sound of dense metal clashing rang out continuously.

The two moved faster and faster, and exchanged blows more and more often!

Overall, Han Yi was on the defensive, while Song Qing was on the offensive, suggesting that Han Yi was at a disadvantage.

'Han Yi's strength has increased so quickly, he seems to have good talent... Xiong Li is dead, let him take over Xiong Li's job...'

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Elder Li, who was on the viewing platform, was a martial artist in the Meridian Opening stage. He could see that Han Yi had a slight advantage. He had a thought: since Xiong Li, that mad dog, was dead, Han Yi could take his place and do some shady things for him.

As for Han Yi's cultivation level, he could tell that he seemed to have broken through to the Bone Refining stage, but he wasn't particularly concerned.

Indeed, for a martial artist in the Meridian Opening stage, what difference is there between the Bone Refining stage and the Blood Refining stage? It's just a matter of a slap!

'This is bad! If Qing'er continues like this, she might be the first to die!'

'Moreover, this guy named Han Yi's greatsword is too effective against Qing'er's Green Willow Sword!' Elder Song also saw the current situation and was secretly worried. He knew the Song family's martial arts best. They consumed a lot of energy but were extremely powerful. If paired with the indestructible Green Willow Sword, they could cut off the opponent's weapon first and naturally gain a huge advantage!

And now...