Chapter 216 - 124: Embracing Pill Defeats Gang Force, Causing a Sensation

But hidden beneath this beautiful sword light was a lethal killing intent.

Each flash of light was a killing blow, aimed precisely at Zhang Su’s vitals.

Throat, heart, the space between his eyes, his Dantian... Every strike carried the terrifying Power of the Peak of Gang Force.

Swordsmanship this beautiful is a rare sight these days.

In the stands, many Martial Artists gasped in amazement.

"That’s Chu Hanjiang’s self-created Spring Rain Sword Technique!"

A Jianghu Cultivator exclaimed, his voice tinged with admiration.

He wore a cyan tunic and carried a longsword on his back; by the looks of it, he was a swordsman himself.

"Chu Hanjiang blended dozens of different Swordsmanship styles to create one that perfectly suits him. It’s like a continuous spring rain, yet it conceals a lethal intent. His Swordsmanship is truly extraordinary."

Another Martial Artist chimed in, stroking his beard and nodding slightly, his eyes filled with praise.

"For a lone Jianghu Cultivator like Chu Hanjiang to have come this far is a sign of his breathtaking talent..."

Many people marveled at Chu Hanjiang’s Swordsmanship.

In truth, creating one’s own Swordsmanship wasn’t difficult.

Many Martial Artists, upon reaching a certain Realm, could create their own Swordsmanship or Saber Techniques.

But most of these self-created techniques were of little consequence.

Their might often couldn’t even compare to the established Cultivation Techniques passed down by their predecessors.

Chu Hanjiang’s Spring Rain Sword Technique, however, was different. It was perfectly attuned to him, allowing him to perform far beyond his usual limits. That was no small feat.

It required an incredibly deep understanding of oneself, an exceptionally refined grasp of Swordsmanship, and an investment of time and energy unimaginable to the average person.

And Chu Hanjiang had done it.

CLANG.

Zhang Su drew his sword as well.

The Shadow-Stealing Sword flashed from its sheath.

Instantly, a dazzling burst of light from the blade filled Chu Hanjiang’s vision.

The light was so brilliant it was like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky.

Chu Hanjiang instinctively narrowed his eyes.

At the same time, the faint sound of wind and thunder emanated from within the light of the blade.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it was distinct—like muffled thunder in the distance, or the howling of a gale.

The sound of wind and thunder grew ever louder.

Chu Hanjiang’s sword was already within three feet of Zhang Su.

And Zhang Su’s sword, striking second, arrived.

But deep inside, Chu Hanjiang felt a faint sense of danger.

It was instinct.

An instinct honed through countless life-and-death struggles.

When danger was imminent, his body would react faster than his mind.

This time, however, the danger was upon him before his body could even react.

The next moment, he saw it.

Somehow, Zhang Su’s sword was already at his throat.

The tip, gleaming with a cold light, stopped steadily three inches from his throat.

’Fast! Unbelievably fast!’

’When I was watching his Swordsmanship from the stands, I thought it was fast, but I also thought I could probably dodge it.’

’After all, I’m at the Peak of Gang Force. My reactions and Body Technique are far superior to those of an Embracing Pill Martial Artist.’

’But now, facing Zhang Su’s sword for real, I realize how naive I was.’

’Zhang Su’s sword could be even faster.’

’There’s no way I can dodge it.’

The sound of wind and thunder still seemed to echo in his ears, but the sword was already there.

This speed was beyond the limits of his reaction time.

However, the blade could not pierce his skin.

Because Chu Hanjiang’s throat was coated in a layer of exceptionally unique Power.

It was Gang Force.

The Gang Force, a product of the Unity of Inner and Outer, covered every inch of his body, including his most vulnerable spot—his throat.

Zhang Su’s sword tip scraped against that layer of Gang Force, emitting a faint, grating sound.

The tip skidded across the surface of the Gang Force, leaving a shallow white scratch before coming to a dead stop. It had immovably blocked Zhang Su’s sword.

’Gang Force...’

A sharp glint flashed in Zhang Su’s eyes.

’So this is Protective Gang Force!’

He knew that Gang Force was powerful enough to protect the entire body, and that a single Gang Force Martial Artist could charge headlong into an army of thousands.

On a battlefield, a Gang Force Martial Artist could run rampant, impervious to blades and arrows, utterly unstoppable.

’But until you experience it firsthand, you can never truly know just how strong Gang Force is.’

’I just used the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, channeled with Divine Intent. The speed was unbelievable.’

’And my sword isn’t just fast; it has Power too.’

’I unleashed my Pill Force.’

’When my Pill Force erupts, it’s with a Hundredfold Power.’

’Such terrifying Power, combined with such incredible speed...’

’The power of this strike is nothing to scoff at.’

And yet, for the first time, his sword had failed to pierce an opponent’s throat.

’The defenses of a Peak Gang Force Martial Artist who has achieved Unity of Inner and Outer are just too strong!’

That layer of Gang Force blocked any and all attacks.

’So, is this the limit of your power? A pity. You can’t break through my Gang Force...’

A sharp glint flashed in Chu Hanjiang’s eyes.

A faint smile touched the corners of his lips.

’I was right!’

’Zhang Su’s Fast Sword is indeed quick—so quick I can’t possibly dodge it.’

’But his Power isn’t great enough to break through my Gang Force.’

’As long as he can’t break through my Gang Force, it doesn’t matter how fast his sword is.’

The next moment, he swept his longsword out.

A rain of sword light poured down on Zhang Su.

The hazy flashes of the blade truly resembled a spring rain—dense, and unending.

The light from the blade enveloped Zhang Su, leaving him no room to escape.

And at such close range, no less.

Zhang Su’s sword was still at Chu Hanjiang’s throat; they were less than three feet apart.

At this distance, Chu Hanjiang barely had to move. A simple flick of his wrist was enough for his Spring Rain Sword Technique to cover Zhang Su’s entire body in a storm of light.