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At the top of the stone stairs, Yang Zhen charged at Lin Tianli with a slab of stone, instantly causing a string of exclamations.
Everyone watched the nearly berserk Yang Zhen, barreling forward like a reckless brute who didnât care for his life, all took in a sharp breath.
Lin Tianliâs swordsmanship was unparalleled. Without using any True Essence, almost no one from the younger generation could match him. Even Hua Youyue had once suffered a heavy loss against him.
Now, Yang Zhen was audaciously claiming to compare sword skills with Lin Tianli. Had he possessed a near saint-level long sword it might have been acceptable, as such a sword holds immense power. As long as his sword techniques werenât too poor, it could still manifest an unrivaled force.
However, Yang Zhen didnât use a long sword but a slab of bluestone. This was nothing short of courting death.
Bang!
The two clashed together, causing everyoneâs heart to skip a beat. Without the clash of True Essence, everyone heard clearly, Lin Tianliâs long sword penetrated Yang Zhenâs body without hesitation.
Indeed, as they collided, Lin Tianliâs long sword ran right through Yang Zhenâs shoulder blade. With the sword buried till the hilt, a gush of blood spurted out from Yang Zhenâs body.
Hua Youyue gasped, her face suddenly pale as she hurriedly rushed down. Hongluan Spiritual Girl also screamed in surprise, her face filled with disbelief. Lin Tianli laughed boisterously, almost maniacally. Yet at that moment, a huge shadow came from behind Lin Tianliâs head. Yang Zhenâs left hand tightly gripped Lin Tianliâs sword hilt while his right hand swung the giant bluestone slab down onto Lin Tianliâs back in a near-feral manner.
Thud!
A dull sound was heard as the bluestone slab hit Lin Tianli in the back of his head, causing him to stagger, his head tilted forward.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt a sense of scalp-tingling horror, chilly sensations at the back of their heads.
âHave you gone mad?â
Lin Tianli raged, with alarm in his eyes. Yang Zhenâs wild-beasting move had indeed caught him off guard; moreover, getting hit on the head with a slab was painfully confusing.
âAre you frightened?â Yang Zhen grinned, his left hand suddenly released the hilt of the sword, delivering a punch directly under Lin Tianliâs arm.
Bang!
Everyone was aware of Yang Zhenâs physical strength. He could literally punch a hole through anything powerful, be it a person or a gigantic beast.
Lin Tianli scowled in pain, desperately gripping the sword hilt but to no avail. A blow from the slab followed by a straight punch, Lin Tianli staggered and lost grip of the sword in his hand.
Seeing this sudden turn of events, everyone was greatly surprised, staring at Yang Zhen with their eyes wide open in astonishment.
Who would have thought, Yang Zhen, with just a âbrickâ, was so ferocious. He seemed ready to abandon his life, willing to be pierced by the long sword just so he could land a few hits on Lin Tianli.
What no one expected was that Yang Zhenâs reckless approach was surprisingly effective. Not only was Lin Tianli stunned, but he even lost his sword.
âWithout your superior sword skills, are you still superior?â Yang Zhen sneered at Lin Tianli, bending down like a beast ready to pounce, and charged at him once again.
You lunatic!â Lin Tianliâs face darkened, suddenly a long sword appeared in his hand which he pointed at the charging Yang Zhen, âDonât get too cocky too soon!â
Fuck, thatâs despicable, having a backup, isnât that too shameless!â A bystander seeing this couldnât hold his disgust.
The others around also shared this sentiment; their expressions were not good. In this battle between the two, Yang Zhen with just a slab was already at a huge disadvantage, yet Lin Tianli had taken out another long sword.
Hua Youyueâs face grew stern, holding a long sword as she came to Yang Zhenâs side, clearly wanting to help Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen glared at her and said, âDid you forget what was just agreed? Go cheer from the side!â
Slightly taken aback, Hua Youyue looked hesitantly at Lin Tianli, then bit her lip and retreated to the side. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on him.
This time, Lin Tianli seemed to be more cautious. The long sword flickered, suddenly transforming into a lotus with countless petals. Each petal was a sword, each one unpredictable, all aimed at Yang Zhen.
Bang!
The two clashed again. Yang Zhenâs shoulder was once again pierced.
Amidst the amazed cries of the crowd, Lin Tianliâs face changed tremendously. He tried to withdraw his sword, but it was grabbed by Yang Zhen and unable to move at all.
âNot good!â The color drained from Lin Tianliâs face as he quickly tried to tilt his head away from the impending stone slab. He looked up in horror as a big shadow grew larger and hit him squarely in the face.
Ding!
The sound of metal and stone clashing echoed. Yang Zhen squeezed the break on the long sword and stared at Lin Tianli, âDo you have any more big swords? Whip âem out quickly!â
âMadman, youâre a madman!â Lin Tianli screamed in rage, spittle nearly spraying onto Yang Zhenâs face. He watched as blood gushed from two spots on Yang Zhenâs body, who charged again, and hurriedly drew another long sword. Bang!
With a dull thud, Lin Tianli stumbled, seeing stars in front of his eyes.
Everyone was stunned as they watched long swords penetrate Yang Zhenâs body one after another, blood gushing out wildly. Yet, as Yang Zhenâs face grew calmer, a chilling sensation had come over everyone present.
What Lin Tianli had said was indeed true, Yang Zhen was really a madman, an unmistakable lunatic.
Under such circumstances, it didnât matter that Lin Tianli was an exceptional swordsman, even if he were a sword immortal, he couldnât possibly exert any flashy swordsmanship.
Yang Zhen, like a brute, was willing to get injured just to smack a brick onto Lin Tianliâs head.
Fearless in the face of death, that madman Yang!
After five or six long swords, Lin Tianliâs head was already drenched in blood, like a bucket of dogâs blood had been poured onto him. Especially the last blow, where Yang Zhen mercilessly smashed it onto Lin Tianliâs face, causing him toâ roll his eyes.
âDo you concede?â Yang Zhenâs face carried a hint of a bizarre smile as he slowly approached Lin Tianli.
Lin Tianli, in a fluster, pulled out a long sword. He couldnât care less about any flashy swordplay. His hand, clutching the sword, was shaking. Looking at the bizarre smile on Yang Zhenâs face, he muttered to himself, âMadman, youâre such a madman!â
Thud!
Another brick smacked onto Lin Tianliâs head, forcing him to stagger backward, whilst another piercing wound appeared on Yang Zhenâs body.
âWill you concede?â
âMadman⦠Youâre a madman!â Lin Tianli had rummaged through his storage ring, and no longer had any long swords to thrust into Yang Zhenâs body. In a panic, he rushed downward. As long as he descended the steps, he could restore his True Essence, at which point he wouldnât have to fear Yang Zhenâs bricks anymore.
Yang Zhen laughed heartily, darted forward, and smacked a brick onto Lin Tianliâs face, shouting, âDo you concede?â
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Lin Tianliâs nose was flattened by Yang Zhen, his face held a horrified expression as he looked at Yang Zhen, his eyes filled with fear.
No prodigy, regardless of how talented, could withstand Yang Zhen, this life-forsaking lunatic.
Even Scoundrel Cat was flabbergasted, let alone the others.
With tears flickering in her eyes, Hua Youyue looked at Yang Zhenâs smiling face and slowly revealed an incredibly brilliant smile of her own. For a moment, the world dimmed. As Hua Youyueâs smile grew brighter, two streams of tears trickled down her exquisite cheeks.
âDo you concede?â
ââ¦I yield!â Lin Tianli, all his teeth knocked off by Yang Zhen, was lying on the ground, screaming out in horror. He was truly scared, scared of Yang Zhen, this madman who disregarded his own life.
Thud!
Another brick smacked onto Lin Tianliâs face, and Yang Zhen took a deep breath and asked, âHow many times did you stab the girl with your sword five years ago?â
âTen times⦠No, eight⦠eight timesâ¦â Lin Tianliâs face was lose, and his sight began to blur, he answered subconsciously.
Thud!
Another brick caused everyone to shudder unanimously.
âApologize!â Yang Zhen said softly, his voice gentle as if he were a young wife on her wedding night.
âIâm⦠Iâm sorry!â
Thud!
âDamn it! Who are you apologizing to?â
âIâm sorry, Flower Spirit Girl, Iâm⦠Iâm sorry⦠I was wrong, I deserve to die!â As Lin Tianli kept apologizing frantically, blood kept spurting from his mouth.
Thud!
Yang Zhen lifted Lin Tianliâs head by his hair and looked at him, exclaiming dumbfounded, âDamnit! Dead just like that? Canât withstand a smack?â
Upon hearing Yang Zhenâs words, everyone shuddered, their eyes filled with expressions of extreme horror.
Yang Zhen turned around, grinned at Hua Youyue, saying, âIâve avenged you, missy. Iâm going to see what gift you wanted to leave me.â
Finished speaking, Yang Zhen left a trail of blood with each step as he walked towards the stone staircase.
Hua Youyue quickly grabbed Yang Zhen, shaking her head as she said, âYou canât go up, Iâve tried three times, and all ended in failure!â
Yang Zhen grinned, saying, âYou go down and rest, let me give it a try!â