CHAPTER 505: 504

This is what a fucking gap looks like!

Ye Tian almost couldn’t help but directly point at the stranger with the sword and curse, what do you mean! Are you playing with me? Kill if you’re going to kill, I’m a man with dignity, alright!

The clothes on his chest were already dyed bright red with fresh blood, and the tip of the sword that had fallen on the dark lake surface still emitted an icy chill as if it could be lifted at any moment to stab towards Ye Tian’s heart. Indeed, the tip of the sword slowly lifted, but the giant sword that was over ten zhang long suddenly shrunk back to its original size in an instant, still held in that person’s hand.

Sheathed the sword, then watched Ye Tian from afar with a face full of cold sternness.

His face was expressionless; of course, you couldn’t clearly see his face at all, but Ye Tian could understand the full disdain that seeped through. It was like crushing an ant to death, not that he couldn’t, but that he disdained to do so.

The imposing shadow turned around, the sword previously on one side was now switched to the other side of his body, but he did not leave, just standing there quietly.

Seemingly, that was where he had appeared.

Anger in his heart began to burn slowly. The feeling of being ignored seemed to be even worse than the feeling of being beaten. Ye Tian had to admit that he was somewhat masochistic, and at the same time, the longstanding creed within his heart of "better to live poorly than to die well" seemed to be losing ground at this moment.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again, taking steps towards the man.

The ripples under his feet still spread out circle by circle, then slowly, the ripples in front would be re-covered or overlapped by the ones in the back, eventually disappearing, and at last, completely absorbed by the lake surface, with no idea where this dark lake would end.

"Hey, don’t leave!"

The shadow did not move, didn’t leave, didn’t turn around, calm, so much so that even the sword in his hand seemed to have died, without a trace of energy.

"Hey, I’m talking to you. What are you hiding here for, waiting specially for me to come kill you?"

When one’s strength is not enough, you can only try to boost your courage with words.

The person still did not move, seemingly waiting for a certain moment to arrive. Ye Tian started to get anxious; he had already lost once, and if it happened again, he might really go astray. In this space, there was himself, but also in the real world, he had his own body!

Finally, the person’s body moved a little, his wrist shook, the sword swayed, then the entire person turned around to face Ye Tian.

There was a distance of several dozen meters between the two. If it was like before, this distance was within the killing range of the giant sword, and with Ye Tian’s speed, it would be difficult to be faster than him; the old blood on his chest wasn’t coughed up for nothing. Wounded, how could he compete with someone else?

Like lightning, a flash of cold light passed in front of him, he made his move!

This speed was far beyond Ye Tian’s expectation; the body’s consciousness indeed was somewhat faster than its speed. This sword slanting upwards, Ye Tian barely dodged, the blade grazing past the tip of his nose, and before Ye Tian had fully recovered, he saw that the sword didn’t retract after the slash, but followed with a backhand sweep. If this sword hit the body, I’m afraid even steel would be cleaved into two by the Sword Qi. This thrust and sweep made Ye Tian break out in a cold sweat, but in an instant, he reacted. This guy’s close combat wasn’t as formidable as imagined; two consecutive attacks did not succeed, and despite the danger, wasn’t this also an opportunity!

Panchen Finger instantly condensed at his fingertips, a two-inch-long Gang Qi burrowed out, sharp and unmatched. During the instant when the long sword swung over, the sharp edge of his fingers cut through. Although he couldn’t see his face, the location of his head and neck was clear. That edge of sharpness skimmed right above his head.

This forced him to back away.

Effective!

With this strike, Ye Tian did not let him go. Like a mad dog, relentlessly pursuing, the sharpness at his fingertips not hesitating for an instant, stabbing left and thrusting right. Although he did not injure him, he had caused the man with the obscured face to stop counterattacking, only able to evade defensively.

This was a life-and-death duel, and the opportunities for life-or-death for both sides were equal, but Ye Tian’s psyche had undergone a significant change. Just now, when that giant sword swung down, he had mentally died once already; that was simply something he could not withstand.

The person opposite started to fight back, Sword Qi rampant, cast about at will, and in Ye Tian’s hands, the Panchen Finger had gradually formed a Gang Qi Sword. The golden yellow Finger Force spread freely in this dark space, and with the psychological pressure gone, his performance became even more unguarded. The power of the Panchen Finger seemed to far exceed his expectations. Initially, he believed that finger techniques were merely some poking and slicing moves, but now he realized that the Finger Skill Manual had demonstrated its use at the right moment. The Finger Skills had been firmly imprinted in his mind, which he was aptly using right now.

The long sword against the Gang Qi, exchanging move for move, cleverly Zhou Xuan, both of their movement techniques were so agile. However, it was clear that Ye Tian’s moves were somewhat rusty, while the person opposite was smoothly at ease. Yet, this time it seemed that he was just feeding moves, simply using Ye Tian as a sparring partner.

With a disciplined application of the recently learned Finger Skill knowledge, Ye Tian seemed to have progressed further in mastering the second form of the Panchen Finger. But it felt like stepping one foot through the door while the other foot remained hovering halfway.

In the exchange of fed and received moves, the black-clothed man’s sword suddenly chopped diagonally upwards in a patternless manner. This stroke had no warning but was within Ye Tian’s anticipation. If the fight continued this way, it was estimated that even practicing Tai Chi would not take as long as practicing the sword. Ye Tian blocked in front of himself according to the anticipated routine, while also secretly planning to attack the lower body in the next move. Unexpectedly, that diagonal slash suddenly changed direction, turning into a direct thrust aimed at Ye Tian’s chest. The Gang Qi instantly lay across his chest, and with a flourish of the wrist, not only did it block the long sword back, but the Clear Wind Gang Qi also stabbed forward. Even though this move was casually brushed aside by the opponent, the following exchanges seemed as if both sides reached an understanding, with many moves coming naturally, whether they could survive relying entirely on personal reactive ability and the speed of responding to each move.

The unorthodox beats the orthodox, and this was indeed true.