Martial Cultivator-Chapter 762.2: The Only Enemy Before Him - Part 2

Autumn's face remained expressionless. Their contest of physical strength had come to a temporary end. Though no clear winner had emerged, she held the slight upper hand thanks to her innate advantage as a member of the demon race. But if that natural edge were removed, she likely would not compare to this young martial artist before her.

After all, the time each of them had spent tempering their body could not really be compared.

With a thought, Autumn stirred the massive curtain of water behind her, and from within it emerged figures of water, each in a different posture. Some held swords, some wielded spears, others raised sabers, each distinct.

In the blink of an eye, there was already the momentum of a thousand troops galloping forth.

Chen Chao had a headache.

What made the demon race truly terrifying was not just their naturally resilient bodies, but the fact that on top of that, they also possessed formidable magic spells.

This practically made them the most perfect cultivators in the world, and was also precisely why the human race had been at a disadvantage in front of the demon race for so many years.

Very soon, the first water figure reached Chen Chao. It rode a fierce beast, wielding a long spear, and thrust it directly toward Chen Chao's chest.

Chen Chao did not hesitate. He smashed his fist into the beast's head, shattering it instantly. As the rider fell, his second punch crashed into the rider's skull, splitting it open.

But after those two punches, Chen Chao was surrounded by a crowd of water figures.

Chen Chao's expression did not change; he simply continued punching. Terrifying waves of fist force swept through the area, breaking one water figure after another apart.

The terrifying aura surged endlessly.

The lake surface exploded again and again, water splashing everywhere, shielding Autumn from view.

Autumn stood where she was without speaking.

But in the next instant, her figure burst apart, turning into a splash of water.

When Chen Chao smashed in another water figure's head, a figure suddenly appeared before him. Autumn had reappeared, holding a sword formed from water, and thrusting it toward Chen Chao from afar.

At the tip of the sword, dreadful demonic qi surged.

Chen Chao never did understand why this demon princess who was clearly not a sword cultivator insisted on wielding a sword every time she fought.

Back in the desolate north, it was a sword of ice. Now, it was a water sword.

But there was no time to dwell on it. Moments later, that sword had already reached him. Chen Chao tapped his foot on the lake's surface and retreated several steps, but he could not dodge the precisely timed strike.

The sword light swept across.

A fresh wound opened across Chen Chao's chest.

Though the water sword in Autumn's hand was not some sharp weapon, with her cultivation backing it, it far surpassed ordinary flying swords.

Left with no other choice, Chen Chao reached out and grabbed the blade of the water sword.

After gripping the blade, Chen Chao suddenly exerted force, trying to crush the water sword with his grip. But he did not succeed. Instead, the blade pierced his palm, causing blood to pour out.

Blood dripped continuously until it landed on the hilt of Cloud Mud at Chen Chao's waist.

This seemed to be the first time in a long while that Cloud Mud saw not the blood of enemies, but Chen Chao's own blood, turning white in the process.

With the water sword pressed against his chest, as if it would pierce through his heart in the next moment, Chen Chao gripped the hilt of Cloud Mud. The straight saber abruptly left its sheath.

A saber light illuminated the heavens and earth.

It slashed upward from below toward the water sword before him.

Autumn's eyes briefly reflected the flash of the blade, momentarily dazed. But even as she watched her water sword get split in half by Chen Chao's slash, there was no change in her expression.

She merely let go of the sword hilt, and that water sword shattered, splashing to the ground.

Chen Chao's slash only tore her garment.

Immediately after, Autumn rose into the air lightly, her toes landing on the tip of Chen Chao's saber, then looked down at him.

When Chen Chao looked up, all he could see were two towering peaks.

But at this moment, he had no mind to appreciate the beauty of nature.

He exerted strength in his arms, raised his saber, then brought it down in one fluid motion.

Autumn glanced at the saber that was cleaving toward her head, tilted slightly backward, and the saber tip scraped past her chest; just a hair's breadth away.

If it had been any ordinary martial artist, this downward slash would have continued on to drag along the ground. But Chen Chao forcibly stopped the descent mid-motion, turning it into a forward thrust.

Autumn frowned slightly, a little angry. Perhaps she was thinking that this man always had a particular fondness for this area of her body every time they fought?

She casually gathered a handful of lake water, condensed it into a sword, and sent another thrust forward to clash with Chen Chao's Cloud Mud.

There was a loud bang.

The lake around them exploded again, countless splashes of water surging into the sky.

Chen Chao drew a deep breath, his saber moving with fluid grace, like a dragon rearing its head!

Between heaven and earth, the sound of a dragon's roar gradually rose.

Autumn sensed a mighty flow of energy surging forth, akin to a dragon spouting water.

This was naturally not her first time witnessing Chen Chao use this move, but without a doubt, Chen Chao's Dragon Rearing Head this time was far stronger than the last.

It was not just because Chen Chao's cultivation had advanced, but also because his understanding of the move had deepened; far more refined than before.

Dragon Rearing Head, these three words were perhaps the most fitting description for Chen Chao now, and even for the current state of Great Liang.

Chen Chao was like a young dragon whose scales were gradually growing in full, ready to roar across the heavens.

Autumn's face remained expressionless as black demonic qi surged forth before her, trying to block Chen Chao's strike.

But this saber strike of Chen Chao's was unstoppable, crushing everything in its path. All things before it shattered, nothing could block it.

Even the demonic qi before Autumn shattered continuously when it encountered that saber.

Autumn frowned slightly. At this point, even she had no choice but to retreat.

A lake was split in half by a single slash.

Autumn reached the lakeshore and looked at the scene before her, her expression calm.

A sight like this might seem like a divine miracle to ordinary people. But in the eyes of people like them, it was nothing unusual.

Nothing particularly remarkable.

Saber in hand, Chen Chao dashed through the lake.

Autumn disappeared from the lakeshore in a flash.

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Over the next two days, the two of them clashed constantly within the forest. Chen Chao and Autumn both sustained injuries.

Autumn was nearly pierced through the chest by one of Chen Chao's strikes, but he also knew this woman had two hearts. So in the end, when Autumn struck toward his head with a palm, Chen Chao did not choose to exchange injury for injury.

After both of them withdrew with a tacit understanding, they began searching for a chance to seriously wound the other.

After circling and weaving through the forest, two days later, they returned to that small yellow-mud temple. Autumn was smashed into it by one of Chen Chao's punches, while Chen Chao followed with another slash of his saber without the slightest mercy.

Strike while the enemy is weak and take their life!

But when Chen Chao entered, Autumn shattered the mountain god statue inside with a palm. A delicate flying sword had been embedded within it all along.

Autumn reached out and grabbed it. The entire mountain god statue crumbled, and the flying sword landed in her hand, beginning to tremble faintly.

It was as if it were rejoicing at seeing daylight once again.

Chen Chao brought his saber down, and Autumn raised the flying sword in her hand to block Chen Chao's saber.

Saber and sword clashed, waves of air billows blasted outward, and the small yellow-mud temple collapsed on the spot.

Chen Chao glanced at Autumn, feeling a little regretful. If it had not been for that flying sword, perhaps at this moment he really could have heavily wounded the demon princess in front of him.

But unfortunately, at that critical moment, she had managed to obtain a flying sword.

And oddly enough, Chen Chao could not shake the feeling that the sword really did suit Autumn.

She was not a sword cultivator!

Chen Chao gritted his teeth. Damn it, was the world really this unreasonable?

Chen Chao was rather angry, but kept swinging his saber without pause.

Across from him, Autumn stood calm with the flying sword in hand.

Around them, yellow dust filled the air. It was hard to see anything clearly.

But at their level, being able to see or not made little difference.

Saber light flashed endlessly through the swirling dust, while sword light only occasionally pierced through. After all, Autumn was not a pure sword cultivator.

At this moment, both of them had entered a state where they forgot themselves.

Fighting endlessly.

However, neither noticed that while they kept exchanging blows, the ground beneath them had begun to collapse, falling lower and lower.

Autumn gripped the flying sword tightly. The webbing between her thumb and index finger had already been split and was bleeding, while Chen Chao on the opposite side still showed no sign of letting up.

She glanced down at her tattered sleeve and noticed her arm had begun to grow a layer of white fur.

This was the precursor that she was about to reveal her true demon form.

Autumn said nothing.

In all her past battles, she had never revealed her true form.

The reason was twofold.

First, in all these years, she had never met such an opponent.

The second was much simpler.

Because it was ugly.

But today, it seemed she was about to be forced by this young martial artist to reveal her true form.

Just as Autumn was considering this, Chen Chao had already returned to his senses. They were falling continuously.

That yellow-mud temple was built atop a mountain peak, beneath it should have been solid ground. There was no reason this should be happening.

The only explanation was likely that this mountain was hollow.

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