Chapter 49 (1/2)

Chapter 49: Eighteen Years Old

A year had pa.s.sed since the destruction of the Skydemon Sect’s Eastcalm branch.

At the training grounds in Mirror Lake Meng Manor.

The white-robed Yan Jin held a sword in each hand, filling the surrounding area with an icy aura. It turned the area blurry, and he stared solemnly at the distant Meng Chuan.

By now, the eighteen-year-old Yan Jin had also reached the Seamless realm! He had challenged a group of experts who were well-versed with Force in Eastcalm Prefecture. In fact, he had even challenged the three Core Condensation realm experts in Eastcalm Prefecture—Yun Fucheng, Zhang Yong, and Bai Shuwan. He had defeated all of them! In terms of sword arts alone, he was one of the top mortals in Eastcalm Prefecture. In addition, he had a powerful G.o.dfiend foundation, and his strength and speed far surpa.s.sed ordinary Core Condensation experts. Thus, he was able to defeat the three of them.

However, there was one person he couldn’t defeat, and that was Meng Chuan!

“Yan Jin, this will be the last move in our sparring match today.” Dressed in a navy-blue robe, Meng Chuan held a saber in one hand while standing in the distance. He attacked the moment he finished speaking.

Swoos.h.!.+

Meng Chuan phased away and entered the icy aura. Although the freezing aura affected his speed and vision, the lightning in his body sparked and propelled him forward at incredulous speeds. He still exceeded Yan Jin in every way despite the negative effects on him.

Swis.h.!.+ A saber beam lit up—without the sound of the wind—as he cleaved down. With his saber technique reaching this stage, even the air was no longer an obstacle.

Yan Jin tried his best to block the attack with both swords.

In the blink of an eye, eight Meng Chuans appeared, each slas.h.i.+ng out different saber beams. All of them aimed at a weakness in Yan Jin’s dual-wielding sword technique. Meng Chuan didn’t have any clone techniques. The clones resulted from his movement techniques. These eight saber beams flew towards Yan Jin one after another.

Yan Jin could clearly sense Meng Chuan’s eight slashes using his domain of ice and frost. His swords blocked the attacks one after another, but he felt Meng Chuan’s strikes tearing apart his swords in a bid to find his weaknesses. However, Yan Jin used all his strength to block the eight strikes, forcing Meng Chuan’s attacks to fail.

Swoosh.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Chuan retreated dozens of feet away. The speed made Yan Jin’s eyelids twitch.

His speed was simply too terrifying. It was said that cultivating a Lightning Divine Body meant speed, but Meng Chuan’s speed was that of a peerless genius’!

“Yan Jin, your Turtle Sword Art is becoming more and more powerful. Even my saber technique is unable to crack it.” Meng Chuan laughed. “Forget it. There’s no need to compete anymore.”

“Thank you.” Yan Jin retracted his swords and looked at Meng Chuan. He said seriously, “I know you are helping me hone my sword technique.”

“Haha, I’m also training my saber techniques.” Meng Chuan walked to a nearby table and drank a cup of tea he poured himself.

Liu Qiyue—who was sitting by the stone table and reading a book—had also matured. However, she was now half a head shorter than Meng Chuan. Mainly because he was 18, making him much taller than before.

“Yan Jin, Ah Chuan’s movement technique and saber arts are fast. He can attack and retreat as he wishes. You can’t hurt him at all. Just give up,” said Liu Qiyue with a pout.

“I know, but as long as my sword techniques can hold him back, there’s a chance of defeating him,” said Yan Jin seriously.

“Qiyue, Yan Jin’s Yin-Yang Icefire Sword Technique is very dangerous. I don’t even dare to fight him,” said Meng Chuan.

His G.o.dfiend foundation was extremely robust, and Yan Jin’s G.o.dfiend foundation wasn’t inferior to his.

In accordance with the nine cultivation commandments he collated, he pursued the extremes and pushed his speed to the limit. As for Yan Jin, he focused on using dual-sword techniques and was more skilled in frontal combat.

He was only a step faster in his cultivation.