C107 Remember(2)

Upon hearing Woo Zhengyang's declaration of his inevitable demise, Bu Qianshan, despite his usually calm demeanor, was filled with rage. In a voice as cold as ice, he retorted, "You're quite confident, aren't you? You'll soon learn that arrogance without the means to back it up leads to a terrible end!"

"Oh, really? All I know is that those who cross me when I'm in a bad mood end up regretting it," Woo Zhengyang replied, stepping forward with the first move of the Dragon Countering Nine Steps.

A deep, resonant sound echoed from the stone path beneath his feet, leaving the onlookers momentarily stunned. What kind of technique was this, with such formidable power?

Bu Qianshan frowned slightly but quickly dismissed it with a sneer, "Empty showmanship, wasting your energy!"

Unfazed, Woo Zhengyang continued his advance.

The second step.

The third step.

By the sixth step, he was closing in on Bu Qianshan.

At this point, Bu Qianshan's expression grew cautious. Each step Woo Zhengyang took seemed to make the very ground tremble. Whether or not he was wasting energy, the power of his technique was undeniable, possibly rivaling Bu Qianshan's own Yellow Rank martial skill, the Overlord Sword Technique.

"I can't let him continue like this!" Bu Qianshan thought, alarmed.

He realized that with each step, Woo Zhengyang was building momentum, layer upon layer. If this continued, Bu Qianshan wasn't sure he could maintain control of the situation.

Bu Qianshan, realizing the gravity of the situation, decided not to stand there acting superior. He raised his treasured sword and declared, "This is getting interesting. Let's see how you handle my Longchuan Sword!" With that, the sword in his hand blazed with light as he swung it toward Woo Zhengyang, simultaneously murmuring, "Mountain-Cleaving Strike of the Overlord Sword Technique!"

The Longchuan Sword was indeed a fine weapon, a grade above the Qingshuang Sword, classified as a superior treasure. The sword technique was equally impressive. The Overlord Sword Technique, like Woo Zhengyang's Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist, was known for its fierce and powerful style, earning a reputation at the Heavenly Martial Academy.

As the sword descended, the atmosphere seemed to shift, as if the very forces of nature were converging on the Longchuan Sword. Woo Zhengyang watched the approaching strike without flinching, stepping into the seventh move of the Dragon Countering Nine Steps.

As the sword neared, Woo Zhengyang casually swatted it away as if brushing off a fly. "Clang..." The clash of energies was intense, shredding the sleeve of Woo Zhengyang's arm and causing the stone pavement beneath his feet to crack like a spider's web.

This strike was not something Woo Zhengyang couldn't avoid; he simply chose not to. He needed to release the pent-up frustration within him and ensure Bu Qianshan would never forget this battle or the words exchanged. If there truly was an afterlife, and if he ever met Nalan Yan'er there, he wanted her to know that someone in this world still remembered her.

Even if Woo Zhengyang did it on purpose, it was still shocking to everyone.

The second-ranked student of the outer division of the Heavenly Martial Academy, using the top-grade Dragon River Sword and performing the Yellow Rank advanced technique "Overpowering Sky Sword Art," was actually blocked. And it was blocked effortlessly, with bare hands. Although his clothes were torn, his hand remained unharmed!

"How is that possible?" The most incredulous person present was none other than Bu Qianshan himself.

Realizing Woo Zhengyang's footwork was no simple matter, Bu Qianshan's recent strike was not meant to test but to push the limits, nearly reaching the pinnacle of the "Overpowering Sky Sword Art."

Seeing Woo Zhengyang reach out to block so casually, Bu Qianshan had already sneered inwardly, imagining his sword establishing dominance by slicing off an arm.

Yet the reality was that his sword was easily deflected by a simple palm strike...

"Nothing is impossible!"

Woo Zhengyang declared, stepping into the eighth move of the "Dragon Countering Nine Steps," while swiftly executing the "Azure Cloud Embracing Moon Palm" with both hands.

"Thud..."

Woo Zhengyang's step seemed to land right on Bu Qianshan's heart.

Previously, Bu Qianshan wouldn't have cared about the flurry of palm shadows, believing a single sword strike would suffice. But after witnessing the recent scene, an inexplicable fear crept into his heart, causing him to retreat unconsciously.

After stepping back two paces, Bu Qianshan finally realized what had happened, his face turning a grim shade of iron. In front of so many people, he had confidently declared he would knock Woo Zhengyang to the ground. Yet, not only was his first move blocked, but he was also startled into retreating. If word of this got out, how could he ever hold his head high in martial circles again?

Clenching his teeth, Bu Qianshan was filled with a murderous intent. "Dominating Sky Sword Technique: Sky-Dominating Strike!" he shouted. As he unleashed the power of his Longchuan Sword, it began to emit a faint ringing sound.

This ringing signified that the sword's power had been pushed to its limit, almost reaching the level of a spiritual weapon. The Sky-Dominating Strike was the most powerful move in the Dominating Sky Sword Technique. For Bu Qianshan, executing it was a stretch, causing him some harm, but its power was undeniably extraordinary.

Under normal circumstances, Bu Qianshan's combat prowess would have left everyone in awe. However, after the earlier scene, all eyes instinctively turned to Woo Zhengyang. How would he withstand Bu Qianshan's all-out strike?

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