Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 817 - 180 Ba She Swallows the Elephant_3

One relied on breaking balance, the other on unloading force, both excellent techniques to compensate for lack of strength.

"The God of War is indeed impartial!" Liu Zhenhan thought to himself.

The discussion between the two heavenly king priests did not affect the blade practitioners’ performance. After they assumed their starting sword stances, both Blade Saints cautiously waited for the other’s attack, hoping to find an opening. However, being cautious and with ample combat experience, they instantly assessed each other’s capabilities and neither took the initiative to attack.

The heavy-armored Blade Saint, Fat Luo, had already unsheathed his long blade, holding the handle in a reverse grip. The frosty blade rested against his arm with his hands crossed—a genuine Green Faction’s starting sword style. He had six sheathed long blades at his waist, presenting an impressive stance.

The yellow-jawed Medusa blade practitioner, Yongbaili, appeared much more relaxed, turning his head sideways, presenting the back of his head to Fat Luo’s front. Both hands tightly gripped the knuckle of the blade, fingers pressed against the spring, his long blade still sheathed. This gesture alone conveyed immense confidence.

Although not facing Rodman head-on, Medusa Blade Saint Yongbaili was still able to sharply detect Fat Luo’s movements, nimbly changing positions without revealing any weakness.

The tremendous aura exuding from the two blade practitioners was like two formidable long blades, pressing the surrounding into silence.

After a brief wait, Fat Luo could no longer hold back and was the first to make a move. He stepped forward with a leap, drawing his blade with his favorite left-handed technique, slashing upwards from below at a dazzling speed, aiming for the back of Medusa’s head. With a "clang, clang" of steel, Yongbaili, still in his back-facing position, withdrew his sheathed long blade and used the tail of the blade to parry away Fat Luo’s blade.

The drawing technique was somewhat of a semi-original masterpiece by Fat Luo, not only swift but also immensely powerful. Given his strength, even double-layered heavy armor could be easily cleaved in two. With his speed, slicing a mid-air horsefly in half was also certainly no challenge.

With the tremendous clash of force, Yongbaili, Medusa’s blade practitioner, did not fly sideways as others had expected but instead spun a furious pirouette, leaving a deep footprint on the ground as he finally turned towards Fat Luo. The blade light that came in a fierce flash was a hundred times faster than him, slashing towards Fat Luo’s face.

The Green Faction’s Wind Chasing Sword Technique emphasized king-and-minister cooperation, ready for both offense and defense. The Green Faction Blade Saint was naturally adept with folding bone blades, and Fat Luo’s reverse grip starting sword stance, imitating them, served the dual purpose of arm protection, ready for both attack and defense. A flick of the wrist was all it took to block this fierce long blade. The "Passing Mountain Blade" truly lived up to its name—if Fat Luo had reacted even slightly slower or had been overly confident and not held the long blade in his hand, this strike would have left a gash across his chest.

Yongbaili, the Medusa blade practitioner, had two long blades, with the first strike being merely a feint. The real killing move was the second strike, which was even faster than the first. Like a shooting arrow, the blade light reached first despite being later released, stabbing at Fat Luo’s belly in a swift thrust.

Compared to other fast blade wielders who emphasized the fatality of the first strike, Yongbaili, the Medusa blade practitioner’s second strike, was swifter, more treacherous, and deadly.

Fat Luo’s long nose proved its worth in drawing the blade, and although it was only half-drawn this time, it was still sufficient to deflect the direct strike aimed at taking his life.

Both parties instantly retreated after their strikes did not hit, Fat Luo’s nose and both hands simultaneously launched three blades, while his opponent’s dual blades had inexplicably been re-sheathed. His agile and strong body still facing away from Fat Luo, and his punk golden hair swayed in the night wind with an ineffable air of coolness.

The crowd around was stirred by what they were witnessing. The rapid succession of flashing blades had almost hit critical spots with each strike, and the audience was completely drawn in by this so-called competition that was in fact fraught with danger. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Yongbaili, the Medusa blade practitioner, did not wait on defense again. Before the surrounding audience could catch their breath, he stepped backward with a flurry of quick, small steps, closing the distance to Fat Luo. Ducking low, with his height almost half that of a Mammoth Warrior, his long blade came "clang, clang" out of the sheath like crossing scissors. Still without turning his body or head, he made a tricky yet precise reverse sweep towards Fat Luo’s feet.

Fat Luo dodged with agility that belied his size, flipping in the air and casting a huge shadow, vaulting over Medusa’s blade practitioner. As he successfully evaded the attack, his three long blades reversed and sliced downwards, like a plowshare towards Yongbaili’s head.

Yongbaili, the Medusa blade practitioner, executed a quick roll to dodge, thus avoiding the three-bladed beheading. Rolling with the twin blades in hand, he cast an arc of light that, with inertia, struck the back of Fat Luo’s long blade that had diminished momentum. With a crisp "clang," Fat Luo landed and steadied himself, causing the earth to tremble beneath his feet. The long blade held by his nose was nowhere to be seen.

It lay inverted, planted a short distance in front of him.

Lord Mourinho’s face showed a hint of satisfaction as he glanced at Liu Zhenhan with a smiling eye.

In the first exchange, Fat Luo had unsheathed all three of his blades, while his opponent had blocked the rapid attack with just two.

In the second exchange, Fat Luo had dropped one of his long blades, and his opponent had struck with the backs of two blades against Fat Luo’s already weakened nose-held blade. Although somewhat crafty, strictly speaking, the ability to seize combat opportunities had already determined the outcome of the match.