Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8316: Excitement (1)

"Kill!" "Die!" A thunderous roar erupted as Wu Jiang led his contingent into the fray. Ahead of them stood a formation of disciples from the Blood Massacre Sect. While both factions donned nearly identical attire, the members of the Blood Sea Alliance were distinguished by the character for "Sea" stitched onto their robes.

Despite originating from the same sect and practicing the identical martial arts, the two groups were now locked in a desperate struggle for survival. Zhao Hai wasted no time on idle thoughts; gripping his scimitar, he plunged into the chaos. The approaching enemy wave was spearheaded by several cultivators in the Profound Qi realm. It was unclear which island they hailed from, but they all wielded long sabers. These weapons differed in design from the standard issue of the Blood Massacre Sect, suggesting they were likely custom-forged pieces.

The collision was instantaneous. Zhao Hai found himself facing a warrior with a peculiar long blade, measuring roughly four feet in length with a two-foot hilt—a massive weapon. This tall, brawny cultivator swung his blade with lethal intent.

Rather than the Bloody Battle Eight Strikes, the man employed a different saber technique that prioritized raw power. The strike was direct yet possessed a subtle fluidity that cut off Zhao Hai’s potential escape routes. It was evident that this opponent was a master of his craft.

Zhao Hai’s scimitar moved in response, tracing a bizarre arc to intercept the heavy blade. Simultaneously, his body shifted in tandem with his weapon, miraculously spiraling out of the man’s momentum. In the same breath, his scimitar lunged toward the tall man’s wrist.

The brute was visibly startled by Zhao Hai’s unorthodox blade work. However, his experience showed; despite the apparent force of his initial swing, he had reserved enough strength to pivot. His long blade transitioned from a heavy vertical cleave into a sweeping diagonal slash known as "Swallow Skims the Water." He spun mid-motion, repositioning himself directly in front of Zhao Hai.

A look of gravity crossed Zhao Hai’s face. He realized this man had honed his movement techniques to an exceptional degree, granting him surprising agility for his size. In many Cultivation manuals, body techniques were overlooked, yet they remained vital in true combat.

While light body techniques focused on speed and weightlessness, true body techniques were integrated with one's weapon to facilitate dodging and counterattacking during a duel. They were distinct concepts entirely. Though they had only traded a single blow, both combatants recognized the other's high-level footwork and became more cautious.

As the opponent’s saber swung back, Zhao Hai carved another arc with his scimitar, redirecting his momentum to strike at the big man. Zhao Hai was acutely aware of Wu Hao’s physical limitations, particularly in terms of raw strength. His opponent was a tower of muscle, and his heavy blade moved as if it were weightless, proving the man’s immense power. A direct clash of strength would be disadvantageous, so Zhao Hai relied on his superior body techniques to navigate the fight.

Of course, this was only because he was restricted to Wu Hao’s current level. Had he used his true power, crushing this giant would be trivial. Even with the man's skill, a full-force Bloody Battle Eight Strikes from Zhao Hai would manifest a Blood River that no amount of agility could escape.

For now, Zhao Hai refrained from using the Eight Strikes. That particular style was designed for frontal, aggressive confrontation—a poor fit for his current strategy. Instead, he utilized the Bloody Wind Blade technique, which prioritized shifting forms and intricate footwork. This style complemented the scimitar perfectly, emphasizing circular movements and indirect angles of attack that made his next move impossible for the enemy to predict.

The large man regained his composure, whirling his long knife in a continuous motion as he circled Zhao Hai. The two danced in a deadly rhythm, their blades never actually meeting. To an untrained eye, it looked like two madmen spinning in circles, but a master would see the extreme peril involved. Any lag in their transitions would result in immediate death. Both were so intensely focused on the other's movements that the rest of the battlefield seemed to vanish.

After twenty exchanges without a single clash of steel, the tension reached a breaking point. Suddenly, Zhao Hai sensed a chilling wind at his back. He was certain an assassin was striking from his blind spot.

Narrowing his eyes, he let out a sharp cry and spun, swinging his scimitar in a full radius. He employed the "Night Battle Eight-Sided Hidden Blade," a standard yet effective defensive maneuver. While it provided an all-around shield against multiple attackers, it forced the user into a retreat and surrendered the initiative.

A loud *clang* rang out as Zhao Hai’s scimitar parried the sneak attack. Before he could identify the newcomer, the tall man’s heavy blade came crashing down as well. Zhao Hai blocked the second strike, but the sheer force rattled his bones, sending him hurtling backward.

He skidded more than a hundred feet across the ground before coming to a halt. His face was pale as he raised his saber, eyeing the big man and the secondary attacker. The new arrival was a cultivator in his thirties, also in the Profound realm, wielding a slender, narrow blade. The two now stood side-by-side, glaring at Zhao Hai with icy contempt.

"Fine," Zhao Hai snorted, staring them down. "Let's see if you two are worthy of being my whetstone today." With a sudden burst of light, he lunged forward, finally unleashing the Bloody Battle Eight Strikes.

However, this version of the technique was different from his usual display. Instead of a massive Blood River cleaving the sky, Zhao Hai’s blade conjured a fine, misty rain of blood. This crimson drizzle swirled toward the duo with deceptive lethality.

The two men paled and immediately countered with their own versions of the Bloody Battle Eight Strikes. Two torrents of blood crashed into Zhao Hai’s drizzle. A chaotic metallic clattering filled the air before the three figures were repelled from one another.

Zhao Hai was in rough shape. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, and his complexion was ghostly. New wounds marked his chest and right leg, though they were fortunately shallow. His opponents hadn't escaped unscathed either; the tall man’s left arm was slashed, and the other had a wound on his shoulder. They were currently at a stalemate.

The tall man growled, "Kid, I'll admit you're strong. But this ends here. We're willing to trade wounds for your life. Accept your end!" He charged again, followed closely by his partner.

Zhao Hai’s eyes glinted with a cold light. He offered no verbal retort, only a fierce shout as his saber style shifted once more. A sphere of blood-red radiance enveloped him, rolling toward his foes like a localized storm. The three blades collided with a resounding boom. Zhao Hai was thrown back two hundred feet, while the two men were pushed back only fifty.

Zhao Hai looked battered. His limbs were cut, and a fresh gash adorned his midsection. Compared to his opponents, who stood firm with only minor new injuries, he looked defeated.

Yet, despite the blood and the sorry state of his clothes, Zhao Hai showed no sign of fear. His eyes burned with excitement. His right hand remained as steady as a mountain despite the bleeding. Suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed. "Hahahaha! Excellent! This is the most exhilarating day I've had since picking up the blade. Take this!" He surged forward in a proactive strike. Seeing his manic expression, a flicker of genuine dread crossed the faces of his opponents. They had never encountered anyone so emboldened by their own injuries; usually, pain brought fear of death, but Zhao Hai seemed entirely transformed by the thrill of the hunt.