134: Chapter 130: The Unstoppable Flow of the Changhe River_3 134: Chapter 130: The Unstoppable Flow of the Changhe River_3 What exactly did Zhao Changhe say in the end?

With a loud “clang,” the two sabers met again in a furious clash, whirling winds and roaring waves causing the signboard of Mingyue Tower to tilt with a “crack.”

Zhao Changhe took three steps back, countering the violent impact; his blood surged intensely, boiling with fighting spirit.

Wan Dongliu staggered back five or six steps, his expression extremely solemn.

“Wan, your sword momentum is weak!” Zhao Changhe laughed heartily, leaped into the air, and brought his two sabers crashing down.

Wan Dongliu looked up, squinting slightly.

The early morning sunrise seemed blocked by Zhao Changhe, the sky darkening slightly, and a faint halo of sunlight, tinged with blood, appeared around him, creating an illusion of being backdrop.

Within that bloody halo, a dark demonic shadow descended from the sky, as if vanishing all gods and Buddhas with one strike!

All gods scattered, Zhao Changhe used his ultimate skill, one he seldom utilized, kept for critical moments.

A smile flickered in Wan Dongliu’s eyes, having fostered a facade of false weakness and retreat, wasn’t this the moment he was waiting for?

Your ultimate skills are too few, this move has been thoroughly analyzed by many, no longer a secret with its flaws and weaknesses!

It concentrated all power in one spot, overly reliant on sheer force, the oppressing presence of the Blood Vicious Qi, and on shocking the opponent’s spirit to cover its own vulnerabilities, therefore it couldn’t be used lightly, aiming for when the opponent showed a moment of weakness.

But once the opponent’s moment of weakness is feigned…

then with preparation, targeting the weakness, your defeat is sealed!

“Whoosh!” A piercing sound erupted, Wan Dongliu’s previously ferocious saber momentum suddenly changed, transforming his saber to a sword, and thrust directly at Zhao Changhe’s vital mid-chest point!

It was not just a sword, but also a Sword Light!

Stretching over a foot long, it could hit Zhao Changhe’s vital spot before the Dragon Sparrow chop could land!

Yue Hongling tightly gripped her sword hilt.

This wasn’t Cao Gang’s martial arts, then what was it?

Such a sharp killing intent, like a swordfish slicing through the vast ocean, or a worm boring out of dense soil!

He had hidden well, not just his strategies and planning, but even his martial arts; like a worm buried deep in the soil.

“Thud!”

The Sword Light penetrated flesh, blood splattered.

Yue Hongling suddenly stood up, then gave a faint smile and slowly sat back down.

Joy flashed in Wan Dongliu’s eyes, but he quickly sensed something was amiss.

With the Sword Light piercing the mid-chest, it should result in death or serious injury, but Zhao Changhe did not react!

His sky-splitting chop continued unabated, still full of force, and heavily chopped down on Wan Dongliu’s shoulder!

Somehow, Wan Dongliu used a strange technique, his body oddly sliding and twisting, the Dragon Sparrow unable to split him in two but instead ferociously slashing down his front chest, leaving him terribly maimed and open.

“Young Master!”

“Young Master!”

Numerous Cao Gang members were spectating nearby, originally thinking Wan Dongliu would prevail, but the situation drastically shifted, with Wan Dongliu’s chest split, nearly cut in two!

They swarmed forward, some rushing to aid Wan Dongliu, others charging towards Zhao Changhe.

A red figure flashed by, Yue Hongling stood with her sword in front of Zhao Changhe and said calmly, “A duel on the streets for a fair victory, do you all intend to swarm him?”

The Cao Gang members were dumbfounded.

One Zhao Changhe was tough enough, and now there’s a Yue Hongling too?

Were they really a pair?

Should they report to the gang leader…

“Don’t be reckless, I’m not dead.” Wan Dongliu leaned weakly on a gang member, instructing his subordinates to stop the bleeding and bandage him.

The Cao Gang members felt relieved.

Wan Tianxiong only had this one son; his death would have consequences no less severe than if the Emperor had lost a son.

It’s good he’s alive.

Wan Dongliu swallowed another elixir, painfully regulated his breathing for a long while, then spoke in a low voice, “He only chopped my shoulder, not my neck, anticipating this situation.

He just wanted to give me a harsh lesson, not kill me.”

After a pause, he spoke weakly, “Thank you, Brother Zhao, for showing mercy.

I’ve lost.”

Zhao Changhe held his saber upside down, cupped his hands, “You’re welcome.

Your own thrust was also restrained; otherwise, I’d be completely run through, not just this minor injury…

Hence, I targeted the shoulder, an exchange of courtesies.”

Wan Dongliu observed the bleeding wound on Zhao Changhe’s mid-chest, incredulous, “But even a slight injury to the mid-chest should be severe.

Why does it seem like it was a trivial spot, unaffected?”

Zhao Changhe smiled faintly, “It’s a secret…

Did you really think I was unaware and unprepared for your ultimate move?

I’m not that foolish.”

Wan Dongliu fell silent for a moment, then shook his head, “I overthought it.”

“Wan, I’d like to offer some advice.”

“Please, Brother Zhao.”

“Of all the opponents I’ve encountered, your Saber Technique is one of the strongest.

If you hadn’t started with the intent to lure out my weaknesses, weakening your own momentum, it’d still be uncertain whose fate it would be.

Why calculate everything and forget the heart of a martial artist?” Zhao Changhe sheathed his saber, turned, and walked away, “I sometimes do that too…

Let’s encourage each other.”

After a long silence, Wan Dongliu slowly said, “I’ve learned my lesson.”

Zhao Changhe stopped, looking towards the horizon where the sun was rising.

Yue Hongling naturally walked by his side.

Seeing him pause, she also looked up.

Under the morning sun, the golden light was emerging.

“On the fifth of May, Zhao Changhe, who had been practicing martial arts for half a year at Mystical Gate Fifth Layer, blending the philosophies of a hundred schools, had formed his own unique style.

At that time, in the early morning, he defeated Wan Dongliu at Mingyue Tower.”

“Wan Dongliu, hidden among the waves of Canglan, at Mystical Gate Sixth Layer.”

“Changes in the Hidden Dragon List.”

“Hidden Dragon fifty-five, Wan Dongliu.”

“Hidden Dragon thirty-eight, Zhao Changhe.”

“Changhe’s powerful flow, unstoppable.”

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PS: Originally this was two chapters, but I felt it was too abrupt in the middle, leaving you all hanging.

Therefore, I combined it into one complete chapter, please call me Chubby Chicken.