Chapter 2317 - 2273: Mad Blade Shatters the Mountain

Chapter 2317: Chapter 2273: Mad Blade Shatters the Mountain

Chen Yang stepped out from the crowd at a leisurely pace, his gaze calm as still water as he fixed it on the scar-faced man.

The scar-faced man had originally been utterly disdainful of Chen Yang, but when he saw Chen Yang’s eyes—calm as water—his heart inexplicably tightened for a moment.

For him to have cultivated to the Late-stage Condensation Realm, naturally he’d had plenty of opportunities and seen quite a bit.

He just couldn’t figure it out: a young man barely over twenty, how strong could he possibly be?

"Hahaha, boss, if you really don’t have anyone, just admit defeat already. Why send someone to die for nothing?"

"That’s right, just concede. This little brother’s skin is so tender—don’t let our boss slice him clean in half with one swing."

...

The other bandits didn’t have the scar-faced man’s intuition or vision.

Seeing Chen Yang step out, they burst into unrestrained laughter, mocking wildly and hurling jeers.

Chen Yang acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing, simply looking calmly at the scar-faced man.

At this moment, although the scar-faced man felt a vague sense of foreboding, things had already reached this point—he couldn’t possibly let himself be scared off by Chen Yang.

He could only hope that the unease in his heart was wrong.

"Kid, you’re sure you want to challenge me?" the scar-faced man asked.

"Mm. You can make your move," Chen Yang stood with his hands behind his back and nodded casually.

Seeing Chen Yang nod, the scar-faced man hardened his resolve, a vicious light flashing across his face. "Fine. Since that’s the case, then go die."

With that, the scar-faced man swung his blade one-handed, just like when he’d dealt with Huang Ping earlier.

The nine-ring broadsword came cleaving down, its power horrifying.

It’s over, it’s over, another one’s about to die.

Everyone in the caravan was screaming inside, and some even turned their heads away, unable to bear watching.

Because they were certain Chen Yang absolutely couldn’t withstand that strike.

Being chopped to death would be the mild outcome; he might very well be hacked into two halves in a single stroke—that would be far too bloody...

However, reality was nothing like what they’d imagined.

As the nine-ring broadsword whistled down with a harsh rasp, Chen Yang’s body suddenly surged with Spiritual Energy.

Flame-red Spiritual Energy blazed up, roaring like fire.

He gathered a mass of Spiritual Energy in his hand and reached out bare-handed to grab the incoming nine-ring broadsword.

With a bang, the nine-ring broadsword suddenly stopped in midair.

Chen Yang gripped it with one hand, his arm wrapped in vast Spiritual Energy, completely unharmed.

Whoosh...

"Th-this is impossible."

"My god, this has to be an illusion."

...

Seeing this scene, everyone’s eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out.

Too fucking shocking.

But the one most stunned right now wasn’t them.

It was the scar-faced man.

Because through the hilt of the blade, he could feel the surging Spiritual Energy pouring off Chen Yang’s body...

Definitely not inferior to his own, and in fact far stronger.

The scar-faced man hastily yanked his blade back and retreated a step, keeping a safe distance.

Now, when he looked at Chen Yang, his eyes already held a heavy, wary fear...

"Haha, good! Good! Little brother, impressive!"

The boss finally snapped out of his shock, his joy overflowing as he cheered on the spot.

The others were all visibly fired up as well.

What a pleasant surprise!

"How is this possible, how did he block the boss’s earth-shattering slash?"

"Could we be seeing things? Look again, carefully."

The bandits’ expressions were ugly; they didn’t even dare believe that what they were seeing was real.

Yet no matter how many times they blinked, the scene before them didn’t change.

Chen Yang really was completely unscathed, and their boss’s eyes now held a trace of fear.

"Heh, so there was a hidden expert in the caravan all along. Truly a surprise," the scar-faced man said coldly, his shock fading as he quickly forced himself to calm down.

"Retreat now, and you can keep your life," Chen Yang said directly, not interested in wasting words.

Hearing this, the scar-faced man flew into a rage.

"I admit you’ve got some strength, but with just that, you dare spout such arrogant crap?" he bellowed.

"Heh."

Chen Yang only let out a cold chuckle, saying nothing more.

He hooked a finger at the scar-faced man, the meaning crystal clear.

"Fine, since you’re courting death, how could I not oblige? Let me show you the might of my Duan Yue Blade Technique."

Unable to save face, the scar-faced man let out a low roar, swinging the nine-ring broadsword as he charged at Chen Yang.

This time, he still wielded the blade one-handed.

But his posture now was nothing like the casual stance from before; his swings were structured and methodical as he launched a fierce assault on Chen Yang.

His blade work was ruthless, a powerful aura gathering along the edge of the blade, unstoppable wherever it passed.

Chen Yang’s combat strength was, of course, far above that of the scar-faced man.

The scar-faced man might also be Late-stage Condensation, but their true strength wasn’t on the same level at all.

Even so, Chen Yang didn’t grow careless. As the nine-ring broadsword came slashing horizontally, he dipped his head.

The blade edge skimmed past his back.

Mad Bull Fist.

In the instant he ducked, his aura condensed sharply. He clenched both fists, unleashing the Mad Bull Fist.

The Mad Bull Fist sits like a mountain, unmoving like a bell.

Yet the two clenched arms were like a pair of red-eyed wild bulls, brimming with strength and mobility.

They barreled straight toward the scar-faced man.

Bam bam bam...

Facing a barrage of punches like a raging storm, the scar-faced man felt an intense sense of danger.

He didn’t dare attack recklessly anymore, forced instead to swing his broadsword nimbly to defend.

Chen Yang’s fists hammered against the blade, ringing out a rapid series of metallic clangs, piercing to the ear.

But at this moment, no one cared about the noise.

All their attention was locked on Chen Yang and the scar-faced man.

Once Chen Yang unleashed the Mad Bull Fist, its effect was immediate.

He pounded the scar-faced man into retreat, forcing him back step by step as he fought and fell back.

The Mad Bull Fist was a Xuan-grade Cultivation Technique, and after Chen Yang had fully mastered it, its power was terrifying.

The scar-faced man was just a Loose Cultivator; how could his Duan Yue Blade Technique possibly compare to the Mad Bull Fist?

In terms of the Cultivation Technique’s sophistication, and their true strength, the scar-faced man was no match.

Under such circumstances, the scar-faced man was under immense pressure and already starting to regret insisting on fighting Chen Yang.

He could feel that even now, this wasn’t Chen Yang’s full power.

How was he supposed to keep fighting?

Retreating as he fought, the scar-faced man was driven back dozens of meters by Chen Yang’s Mad Bull Fist.

Once he reached the point where he could no longer retreat, he planned a desperate gamble, trying to forcefully break through Chen Yang’s chain of attacks and create space for himself to escape.

By now he had no will to continue the battle; he only wanted to run.

"Mad Blade Breaks the Mountain!"

The scar-faced man roared, pushing his Spiritual Energy and blade technique to their limit.

Seeing that he was about to go all out, Chen Yang decided he had no interest in continuing to toy with him.

In truth, if he’d wanted to finish this earlier, he could have ended the scar-faced man very quickly.

The only reason he hadn’t ended it was because he didn’t want to make it look too easy and arouse suspicion.

If he could put on a bit of a show, he would.

Now that the man was going all out, Chen Yang no longer felt like playing.

He immediately unleashed the Power of the Mad Bull.

A phantom of a blue bull appeared in an instant.

As Chen Yang’s fists shot out in rapid succession, the blue bull let out a low moo, then suddenly charged straight at the scar-faced man.