Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  Fortunately, at the critical moment, the first style of the Ten True Dragon Styles he had understood from the exquisite Go game suddenly jumped into his mind. An idea popped into his head, and without even thinking, he flipped his right hand in an agile manner. What little remained of his qi surged into his arm in an astonishing manner.

  Whoosh!

  An astonishing suction force exploded from his arm. Then, like a dragon, he seized the tip of the long staff that the monk had yet had to retract.

  The moment he seized the long staff, he turned it around with a fierce and strong force. Shock appeared on the monk's face, and he felt a tremor rip through his palm. His grip on the weapon loosened, and Happy snatched it from him.

  When he saw that the young man who should have been sent down the cliff with one attack seized his staff and landed on the cliff of Punishment Mount, the monk who had broken his Buddhist vows stared at his empty hands with incredulity in his eyes. Just a few seconds ago, he had clearly sensed that the young man's qi was not as great as his. It was a complete realm below his, but while the young man was injured, he had shown great adaptability, along with an astonishing suction force.

  The old monk's momentary pause had given Happy the chance to survive.

  Even though he did not know why Dragon Capture was so domineering that even a monk in Mystical Realm would be taken advantage of, he knew that it was not the time to think about the matter. If he could not restore his qi, then even if he seized the monk's weapon, the monk could still easily send him off the cliff.

  Hence, the moment he landed on the ground, he put away the weapon he had snatched from the monk into his Universe Bag, and at an extremely fast speed, he brought out a medicinal tablet.

  Crunch!

  He crushed the medicinal tablet and swallowed it.

  An acrid taste swiftly spread from the tip of his tongue to his stomach.

  His Dantian region had nearly dried up after executing Dragon Capture, but then, hints of qi swiftly shot up in it, and they gradually grew stronger. Soon, they surged into Happy's body.

  "Whew…"

  'I managed to survive!'

  Happy felt a sense of comfort fill his body, as if he had just been resurrected.

  As long as qi swam about his body, he could use Cloud Treading Steps to avoid the monk's pursuit while he slowly ate medicine to restore the qi he had used up on Iron Chain Bridge.

  "Hey, you strange brat, give me my weapon back!"

  It was only at that moment that the monk finally snapped out of his daze. The shock on his face was replaced by anger, and he no longer had the kindly look of an eminent monk who had understood the nature of the world. With his palms outstretched and the face of a demon, he pounced on Happy.

  Shaolin Temple had always been famous for its staff and fist techniques.

  The monk who had broken his Buddhist vows lost his staff, but his skills with his fists and legs were not weak either. He easily executed attacks that had the force of a thunderbolt.

  Whoosh! Whoosh!

  Fists and kicks ripped through the air. At the speed of lightning, the wind that stirred up from his attacks shot through the afterimage Happy had left behind.

  Happy did not dare to dally even for a single second.

  With his qi, he could not execute Cloud Treading Steps and Flowering Knights' Song at the same time. Hence, he decided not to be wasteful and just preserve his strength while stalling for time.

  However, Punishment Mount was not big. To avoid attracting even more monks' attention, he did not dare to move too far away. He remained in a small region near the cliff.

  Bang!

  Another rock shattered beneath the monk's hands. He was extremely ferocious as he chased after Happy relentlessly. Where Happy went, he would follow, and every single one of his skills were fatal. He showed no hint of the kindhearted and loving nature that Buddhists had.

  "You stupid brat, if you have the guts, stay where you are!"

  While he chased Happy, he cursed him angrily.

  Happy did not waste his energy being bothered about what an NPC called him. He just continued changing his location at will while eating medicinal tablets to restore his qi. At the same time, his Complete Reality Qi Cultivation Technique circulated automatically to heal his internal injuries. Aside from parrying the attacks he could not avoid and subsequently dismantling and breaking down the monk's power, Happy did not engage the monk.

  As time passed, Happy's speed increased, and he grew more at ease and relaxed.

  He had recovered most of his qi, and his injuries were no longer a problem to him.

  Meanwhile, the monk was still the same. With his vast amount of qi, he chased after Happy, and even after such a long time had passed, he did not show any signs of fatigue. Instead, he was becoming even more valiant the more he fought.

  'It's time to determine the victor of this fight.'

  When this thought appeared in Happy's head, he suddenly turned around and had his palm meet the monk's in the air. Happy then used the momentum of the attack to land near his Hundred-battle Saber, which had sank into the ground.

  He took hold of its hilt!

  The Hundred-battle Saber was pulled out of the ground with a brilliant glare. It brought with it a deep blue halo, and Happy swung it fiercely in a swift and clean manner! The slash was just in time to strike the monk who had pounced on him.

  The monk's expression changed.

  Everything had happened too suddenly. He did not have time to dodge and could only watch as the saber glare came slashing at him!

  Clang!

  A loud sound rose.

  The monk pushed his palms together, and his arms turned as hard as steel to clamp down on the Hundred-battle Saber that aimed to cut him in half. His body trembled, and he took half a step backwards before he regained his footing.

  He pushed forward, and with one palm, he easily struck away the Hundred-battle Saber. With short and swift footsteps, he closed in on Happy. He furled his other hand and formed a fist. Then, he hurled that fist as quickly as a gust of wind at Happy, who was right in front of him.

  The change in his technique and his ruthlessness showed the monk's abilities, proving that he was a powerful Mystical Realm fighter.

  Happy did not panic in the face of the monk's swift attacks. With the Eight Trigrams Steps, he used Hundred-battle Saber's momentum to turn around, and at an even faster speed, he turned to slash at the monk.

  His Hundred-battle Saber struck the monk's palms, which created a sound that would only be heard when metal struck metal. Both of them were forced to retreat by the tremors that surged through their bodies from the clash.

  The smile on Happy's face grew wider.

  "Just in time, I'll use you to reach the tenth realm with my Flowering Knights' Song!"

  The moment he made his decision, he swung his Hundred-battle Saber and went to clash against the monk, whose body was now as hard as metal.

  Chapter 140 - Class One Hall Interferes

  The monks who broke their Buddhist vows from Shaolin Temple had more than just incredibly great fist and staff techniques. Their body fortification techniques, which they had trained by repeatedly striking their bodies, were also famous in the world of martial artists!

  Compared to the Mystical Realm bandit leader Happy had killed earlier, the old monk was definitely stronger. Not only was his offensive abilities stronger, his body fortification technique even surpassed those of the Stone Giant in the ancient tomb, making him even harder to deal with.

  It was precisely because of that reason that once Happy restored himself to his top form, he decided to treat the monk as the target for training his Flowering Knights' Song to the tenth realm. A Mystical Realm NPC would give him a lot more experience points compared to the Stone Giants in Blessed Realm!

  While Happy methodically fought against the monk who had broken his Buddhist vows, a group of people appeared three hundred and thirty feet away, at the cliff on the other end
of the Iron Chain Bridge.

  Li Heng, the vice sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect, finally received reinforcements from his sect after he had continuously sent out messenger pigeons during the past hour. The leader of the group was the sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect himself. He was in the later stage of Blessed Realm, and he had one high-tier martial art at the tenth realm.

  The sect master was a man with a gentle, feminine, and fair face. His sword's silvery-white sheath was very eye-catching, and it was covered in jewels.

  At that moment, the man stood at the very front of the group and swept his gaze over the five thick and crude iron chains before him. His gaze traveled along them before eventually landing at the summit three hundred and thirty feet away. A light crease appeared between his eyebrows.

  "Li Heng, are you certain you saw him come here with your own eyes?" He sounded a little skeptical.

  Resignation appeared on the faces of Li Heng and his people.

  It was no longer the first time they had heard their sect members' doubts. When even their sect master asked them the same thing, they felt very gloomy.

  Immediately, Li Heng told them everything about how they had followed Happy and seen him reach the bridge with their own eyes. Yet the sect master and the Heaven Descendants Sect's members around him still had scowls on their faces.

  In truth, it was not that they did not trust Li Heng.

  It was just that they found it difficult to believe that someone would take such a huge risk to walk to the other mountain using such crude and dangerous iron chains. After all, there was vicious wind blowing at them and fog limiting the vision of anyone who would want to pass to the other side. With such conditions, who would be able to reach the isolated mountain around three hundred and thirty feet away?.

  If the map did not show them that there was indeed a red dot moving continuously on the mountain across them, they would have thought that either Li Heng was lying, or the person who snatched the brocade box had played another trick to deceive all of them.

  But even if he didn't, how were they supposed to cross over?

  That was the biggest and most serious question the group from Heaven Descendants Sect faced.

  Were they supposed to step on the jagged and continuously swaying iron chains that were suspended thousands of feet in the air and walk around three hundred and thirty feet on them? The area ahead was even full of fog!

  Everyone was silent for a moment before someone was finally unable to hold themselves back from volunteering.

  "I'll go!" A young man walked out from the group and said spitefully, "If he could cross, then we can definitely cross the chains too!"

  "This isn't a joke!" Li Heng reminded him with a frown.

  The young sect member s.u.c.k.e.d in a deep breath. "It's fine. No matter what, my lightness skill is still pretty good. It's just around three hundred and thirty feet. It shouldn't be too hard to cross…"

  Once he finished speaking, he jumped on the iron chain and landed sixteen feet away from the cliff.

  The iron chain swayed!

  The moment he gained his footing, he felt his body sway to the left and right along with the giant chains. He could not control his balance. While screaming in fear, he instinctively groped about in the air to grab onto something. With his arms flailing, he looked to be in an incredibly dangerous situation.

  The people on the cliff wiped off cold sweat for their companion!

  When they saw him swaying nonstop, one person suggested loudly, "Don't wait anymore! Use your fastest speed and fly over!"

  "That's right!" another immediately chimed in.

  The young sect member's face was already very pale and unsightly. When he heard the advice, he came to a realization and gritted his teeth. He made certain his next landing spot a dozen feet ahead of him, tapped on the chain, jumped into the air, and went to shift to that point.

  But right when he jumped up, the mountain gust that had not been strong suddenly became a little stronger.

  His light body was blown to the side a little while he was in the air!

  "No!"

  The young sect member's face turned stark pale, and he panicked. He was instantly like a punctured ball that was blown a few feet to the side by the wind.

  The people on the cliff saw him being blown a few feet away from the iron chains like a kite. Once he left them, he screamed and plunged down into the abyss.

  Before he could achieve his goals, he died!

  When the members of Heaven Descendants Sect saw their companion blown down to his death, all of them held their breaths. They looked at each other at a loss, and their hearts filled with fear that chilled them to the bone!

  Quite a number of female sect members s.u.c.k.e.d in sharp breaths. They could not help but take a few steps back, afraid that they would be the next to be blown into the deep abyss.

  "That was a close call…" The sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect exchanged a terrified look with Li Heng.

  In truth, they had wanted to use their lightness skills and fly over the bridge themselves, but based on what they saw, they had clearly underestimated the Iron Chain Bridge that even birds would find difficult to traverse.

  The mountain gusts were much more troublesome than they thought before. If they had been slightly more rash, they might have ended up like their companion—they would have been crushed to pieces!

  Just when the two were troubled by the complicated feelings brought by vexation and relief that they had escaped from a disaster through sheer luck, a shrill laughter rose from behind them.

  The expressions of Heaven Descendants Sect's members changed, and they turned their heads around.

  "Who is it?!"

  Before Li Heng could finish speaking, an arrogant and wild voice reached their ears.

  "Me!"

  The sounds of fluttering sleeves rose swiftly. Then, a person landed right in front of the people from Heaven Descendants Sect.

  They sized him up. HE was tall and well-built. His face was filled with unswerving determination, but there was a wild and evil look in his eyes. He had his arms wrapped around his c.h.e.s.t, and there was a mocking smile on his face. He had a pair of black metallic claws on his hands, and the ten sharp claws shone with a savage light.

  "You're from Class One Hall?"

  The sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect had a keen eye. At first glance, he saw part of the emblem that was revealed on the person's c.h.e.s.t. He frowned and revealed the man's status in his solemn words.

  The moment he spoke, the expression of the Heaven Descendants Sect's members changed.

  Class One Hall was the name of a player group who had made a name for themselves for years in the world of VR games. It was said that they had used all their money to extract themselves from many popular VR games so that all of them could join World of Martial Arts, and they had already created more than three sects. All of them were already famous in the game.

  It was no wonder then that the members of Heaven Descendants Sect lost their voices once they learned of the man's identity.

  It was said that the five hundred or so top-class members of Class One Hall had all reached Blessed Realm half a month ago. More than 70% of them knew high-tier martial arts! They were not people small sects could hope to stand up against!

  The gaze of the sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect was complicated. He stared into the eyes of the person who had come over and s.u.c.k.e.d in a deep breath. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "If Class One Hall has come here, does that mean that the owner of the brocade box at Shaolin Temple has finally been decided?"

  Chapter 141 - Wind Flowers, Snow, and Moon Sword

  The sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect had managed to guess that the owner of the brocade box in Shaolin Temple had been decided by the appearance of Class One Hall alone. The newcomer was slightly surprised by that, then he grinned.

  "Our hall master once told us that Scholar of Burying Affection has two matchles
s skills. One is his Wind Flower, Snow, and Moon Sword, and the other is his intellect. Judging by what I saw today, you do live up to your name." He paused for a moment, and his eyes burned with a faint heat. "If it weren't because I have something I need to do, I would have asked you to fight me to see your strength!"

  The Scholar of Burying Affection was the sect master of Heaven Descendants Sect.

  His sect had amassed some degree of fame in the game, and the story of how Scholar of Burying Affection learned his Wind Flower, Snow, and Moon Sword also attracted quite a bit of attention. It was said that he got it from a brothel. Hence, Scholar of Burying Affection had a strange reputation in the game.

  Scholar of Burying Affection smiled a little stiffly, then he wrapped his fist in his palm.

  "I wouldn't dare to show you my strength. If I have the chance in the future, I will visit your hall master! By the way, I have yet to ask you for your name, sir…"

  The man might have said that he wanted to learn from Scholar of Burying Affection, but he remained as arrogant as ever.

  "Call me Netherworld," he answered airily and stopped looking at Scholar of Burying Affection. He turned his head around and sized up the Iron Chain Bridge, which was behind him while looking incredibly frivolous and arrogant.

  Scholar of Burying Affection did not bother to be too tactful with Netherworld either and said with a smile, "Haha, you have a good name. It sounds very domineering! Anyway, my sect won't be able to cross this Iron Chain Bridge. Since you lot from Class One Hall are interested, we'll take our leave and not bother you."

  "If that's the case, we won't be sending you off."

  Netherworld was very satisfied with Scholar of Burying Affection's sensibility, but his arrogance and attitude of completely disregarding their Heaven Descendants Sect made all the sect members, including Li Heng, scowl. If it were not because they were wary of the powerful Class One Hall, which supported Netherworld, they might have wanted to "show" him their "strength" right on the spot.

  No matter how good Scholar of Burying Affection's temper was, even he became a little angry when his show of good affection was reciprocated with coldness and indifference. His expression tensed.