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"You are quite straightforward. Indeed, you shouldn't touch my things!" Abel drew his Western Sword, pointing it directly at Xiao Yefeng.
"Tch! It seems your family never taught you what it means to not force what is not meant to be!" Xiao Yefeng stepped back slightly, holding the sheath with his left hand while his right hand grasped the hilt, bowing slightly.
"Everything I set my eyes on is mine!" With that, Abel lunged forward, thrusting his sword at Xiao Yefeng.
The primary attack of the Western Sword was a direct thrust. If it were two years ago, aside from his marksmanship, Xiao Yefeng's expertise lay in close combat with cold weapons. However, he rarely used cold weapons; the only one he possessed was a set of Steel Needles. As for the Seven Star Needle, he couldn't bear to part with this sole heirloom left by his parents.
The blade of the Western Sword was only as wide as a finger and as thin as a cicada's wing, glinting ominously. It was clear that this was no joke; the sword's design meant it could not chop but excelled in rapid thrusts.
As the sword came at him, Abel executed one of the basic sword forms known as Horns Style, aiming directly for Xiao Yefeng's throat. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng loosened his grip on the hilt with his right hand and swept the sheath against the blade of the Western Sword with his left hand. Unlike the lightweight Western Sword, an Eastern longsword unsheathed became akin to a short staff—regardless of its length, it was simply meant for sweeping!
With a powerful swing, there was a loud clang as the steel sheath struck the center of Abel's sword blade. The Horns Style was instantly disrupted, and the tremendous force caused Abel's sword to tremble violently. Yet, true to its reputation, under Abel's control, the sword managed to absorb the impact and transformed its thrust into a sweeping motion aimed at Xiao Yefeng.
Seeing this turn of events left Xiao Yefeng momentarily stunned. This slender sword dared to engage in such a contest of strength? Since you seek death, I won't hold back! Gripping the hilt firmly with his right hand and leaving the sheath behind, he channeled all his strength into a direct clash with Abel's Western Sword. To Xiao Yefeng's surprise, however, this Western Sword proved remarkably resilient; under their tremendous collision, even his steel sheath was cut through by Abel's weapon, leaving a deep gash on its surface.
Realizing he had suffered damage to his weapon, Xiao Yefeng kicked off the ground and executed a series of three Rubbing Feet kicks aimed straight at Abel's chest. Seeing himself at a disadvantage, Abel quickly abandoned their weapon clash and leaped aside to evade Xiao Yefeng's kick.
As they distanced themselves from each other, Xiao Yefeng examined the damage on his sheath. The steel frame wrapped around the wooden sheath had been shattered halfway; the outer steel had been severed while half of the wooden sheath lay broken as well. He hadn't expected Abel's Western Sword to be so tough; in their direct confrontation, he had come off worse.
"Haha! Didn't see that coming, did you? My Golden Rose Sword is meticulously crafted by Europe's finest swordsmiths! Not only can I cut through your sheath; I could slice through that steel pipe of yours too!" Seeing himself in an advantageous position made Abel chuckle.
"Underestimating this guy... but this is just the beginning!" Xiao Yefeng thought to himself.
However, at this moment, Abel seized the opportunity and raised his Western Sword once again to sweep towards Xiao Yefeng. With no choice but to evade, Xiao Yefeng engaged in a continuous entanglement with Abel, using his agility to dodge the attacks. Yet, his long sword had yet to be drawn from its sheath! This sight left the audience dissatisfied; were the two merely dancing?
Among the many spectators, there were still some who understood the situation. A few had already realized Xiao Yefeng's intentions, such as Mu Yang and Yang Qingfeng in the audience. Though they were positioned differently, they simultaneously remarked, "Xiao Yefeng is familiarizing himself with this foreigner's attack patterns!"
At that moment, Xiao Yefeng was indeed doing just that. After a series of blocks and evasions, he had discerned Abel's Rose Swordsmanship attack patterns: the Horns Style, which involved dual-directional attacks primarily targeting the upper three lines. The lower three lines were addressed by the Plow Style, where the Western Sword executed downward strikes. The Pinnacle technique pierced through both upper and lower lines with descending motions.
The most troublesome was the Fury Style, which intensified the offensive power. After gathering strength with a reverse grip, Abel unleashed rapid strikes with his Western Sword, showcasing its speed advantage to the fullest. Despite several attempts, Xiao Yefeng barely managed to evade each strike, coming dangerously close to being hit in the abdomen.
At this point, Abel was thoroughly enjoying himself; Xiao Yefeng was on the defensive, allowing Abel's Rose Swordsmanship to shine brilliantly. Unintentionally, Abel displayed all his techniques before Xiao Yefeng. However, after witnessing the same move for the third time, Xiao Yefeng finally understood that this foreign demon's routine had come to an end. Now it was time for him to respond!
After ducking under a heavy thrust from the Horns Style, Xiao Yefeng swiftly grabbed his long sword and lunged forward with his right shoulder, delivering a powerful blow directly into Abel's abdomen. The sudden impact threw Abel off balance; he had always been in control—what was happening? Little did he know that Xiao Yefeng had already identified every weakness in this set of sword techniques. The greatest flaw of the Horns Style lay in its moment of attack when all power was focused on the sword, leaving other areas vulnerable.
"Ah!" A bitter taste surged up in Abel's throat as he gasped in shock; how could this happen?
As Xiao Yefeng launched his counterattack, all knowledgeable spectators recognized that the real clash had begun! However, the Middle-Aged Westerner who had warned Abel earlier narrowed his eyes and thought to himself that something was amiss—his young master had been outmaneuvered! Yet there was nothing he could do but watch.
Feeling the scrutiny from above in the arena, Abel let out a furious roar and charged at Xiao Yefeng like a leopard. His golden Western Sword became the fangs of this predator. Xiao Yefeng sensed that Abel was channeling Blood Energy into this attack; an instinctual sense of danger warned him that this strike was perilous.
With a snap, Xiao Yefeng pressed down on the lock between the sheath and blade. In an instant, the blade separated from its sheath, ready for action at any moment. As he saw Abel rushing towards him, Xiao Yefeng swiftly dodged to the right and then flicked his right arm back—the sheath shot towards Abel like an arrow released from a bow.
"Clang!" The long sword was drawn from its sheath. However, there was no time to admire; seeing Xiao Yefeng's sheath approaching him, Abel could only choose to defend himself. He raised his Western Sword in a fencing stance and swept upward to deflect it. The sheath flew away as he successfully parried it but landed on the ground broken into two pieces.
"Hiss~" As cameras captured this moment on screen, a close-up revealed the sheath split cleanly into two segments. At that moment, everyone understood just how sharp Abel's sword truly was; even the reinforced steel casing around the sheath had been severed.
At this moment, seeing such a situation, Fat Li's face turned pale as he trembled and walked over to Hong Yan. He could only place his hopes on her. Fat Li recounted everything he knew about someone burying something in the arena yesterday. After hearing this, Hong Yan's expression turned cold, and she said, "It's too late now. You better pray that nothing happens to my friend; otherwise, your boss won't be able to save you!"
Upon hearing Hong Yan's words, Fat Li was left dumbfounded, collapsing into a chair as he watched the battle between Xiao Yefeng and Abel on the big screen. His murmurs grew more frantic. Meanwhile, Hong Yan picked up her phone, dialed a number, and left the area.
In the arena, the battle between Xiao Yefeng and Abel had reached a critical point. Abel's sword was fierce and venomous, while Xiao Yefeng's sword was equally domineering. At this moment, Xiao Yefeng had activated his Yin-Yang Eye, revealing that Abel was surrounded by a blood-red aura. The red light emanating from Abel's Western Sword was intense; no wonder Xiao Yefeng had suffered a hidden loss in their previous exchange.
Just as Xiao Yefeng silently activated Heart Decision to open his Yin-Yang Eye, Abel swept his sword toward him. Xiao Yefeng attempted to block with his sword but found the tip severed by Abel's strike. Now, the steel sword in Xiao Yefeng's hand resembled a flat shovel. However, this did not hinder him; although he lost the ability for direct thrusts without a sword tip, it actually suited his fighting style better.
Though the sword was well-crafted, it was evident that it was mass-produced and lacked the custom quality of Abel's Western Sword. Moreover, swords require balance; the weight of the blade must correspond with that of the hilt. The severed tip had corrected this imbalance, making the sword feel more comfortable to wield.
As Abel swung his sword again, Xiao Yefeng chose to clash head-on once more. Their twin swords crossed like two steel rods colliding, sparks flying everywhere. Yet Xiao Yefeng's steel sword remained unscathed under the lights; it seemed even more dazzling in his hands. In the audience, Yang Qingfeng and Mu Yang exchanged knowing smiles; both were Ancient Warriors who understood what the brilliance of a sword represented.
The inner energy of martial artists and the spiritual power of geomancers were fundamentally similar. Thus, those who entered the second layer of Mingjing could see spirits and these peculiar energy flows just like geomancers could. In this scene, different people perceived different sights: Mu Yang and others saw red energy swirling around Abel while Xiao Yefeng radiated a Golden Cyan Light that matched Abel’s intensity. The red energy on Abel’s Western Sword surged while Golden Cyan Light flickered on Xiao Yefeng’s steel sword.
If one looked closely, they would notice that the glow on Abel’s Western Sword had dimmed slightly after their last exchange; Xiao Yefeng’s spiritual power had diminished some of the Blood Energy on it.
Seeing his Blood Energy being depleted again, Abel could no longer hold back. A flash of Blood Mist appeared behind him as a massive Bat phantom materialized. Then Abel thrust his Western Sword repeatedly, sending forth a blooming Blood Rose that dragged along with the Bat straight toward Xiao Yefeng. At that moment, in the front row closest to the arena, a man wearing a large baseball cap suddenly lifted his head, his lips moving as if reciting something. His hands were moving up and down beneath his coat. Observing this from above, Red Rain immediately spoke into her communicator: "That man in the first row of Area One! Stop him!"
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