Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8398: A draw (1)
Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
Zhao Hai had no desire to face constant challenges. Within the Alliance Army, nobody dared to step up against him. A few had considered issuing a challenge to Zhao Hai following his clash with Qian Wushuang. After all, they now grasped a bit about his power. Beyond his renowned Zhen Fang giant palm, merely his blade skills sufficed to overpower numerous foes.
Once Zhao Hai made his way back to camp, the Alliance Army fell silent for quite some time, with no challengers emerging. It was only after a considerable delay that someone leaped forth from their ranks. Clad in a white scholar's robe, his complexion was ghostly pale, resembling a long-term invalid. Upon spotting him, the crowd instantly pegged him as a member of the sick man sect.
Members of the sick man sect shared a distinctive trait: they all appeared chronically ill. Certain high-level cultivators among them even displayed signs of grave sickness. Yet, their prowess demanded respect. The newcomer clearly hailed from the sick man sect.
Zhao Hai cast a glance at the sick man sect's representative, a flicker of seriousness crossing his gaze. He then inquired, "Is that senior brother willing to experience the sick man sect’s methods?" Zhao Hai detected a subtle menace emanating from this individual. For such a figure to threaten him, it indicated immense strength and hidden techniques. Hence, Zhao Hai's demeanor turned profoundly serious.
From within the Blood Slaughter Sect's array, a voice promptly answered, ready to engage. Zhao Hai turned toward the responder and noted the man's unremarkable appearance. His cultivation level was decent but not exceptional. Still, his robust hands suggested a deep fixation on blade arts. Zhao Hai nodded approvingly, sent a brief mental message, and gestured for him to proceed into combat.
Hearing Zhao Hai's transmission, the man paused in surprise. Yet, he recognized it as a telepathic method. He trusted that Zhao Hai's guidance held wisdom. With a nod to affirm his comprehension, he vaulted from the Blood Slaughter Sect's formation and stepped into the ring.
The sick man sect cultivator eyed his Blood Slaughter Sect counterpart without a word, then covered his mouth to cough softly, feigning frailty. Afterward, he declared, "Sick man sect, You Jun, please give me some guidance." He followed with a gentle fist salute.
The Blood Slaughter Sect cultivator returned the salute and announced, "Jin Yong of the Blood Slaughter Sect. Please advise me." With that, he drew his blade. This weapon was peculiar—not lengthy at two feet, yet broad. Its edge was level, the spine hefty, and the grip extended three feet. Such an armament was indeed uncommon.
As the saber materialized, a piercing sharpness gradually radiated from it. He aimed it at the sick man sect fighter and bellowed, "Take this!" In executing the strike, the Blood Slaughter Sect onlookers froze in astonishment at the technique: the sect's Eight Forms of Blood Battle.
The sick man sect cultivator's eyes gleamed upon recognizing the saber style. Outer sect evaluations of Blood Slaughter Sect disciples highlighted their toughness—no surprise there. Still, few employed the Eight Forms of Blood Battle in external bouts. Though all sect members knew this saber art, poor execution could spell death, limiting its might.
One consensus across sects remained: encountering a Blood Slaughter Sect disciple mastering the Eight Forms of Blood Battle at equal power levels required utmost caution. Such a fighter's bold use signaled supreme confidence in blade mastery, capable of unleashing the forms' true potency. These opponents proved the toughest to handle.
Jin Yong's deployment of the Eight Forms of Blood Battle revealed his firm belief in the technique and his saber prowess. Facing such a rival demanded wariness. You Jun's face grew sterner at the realization. He extended his palms in a feeble strike, proclaiming, "Five Laxatives Fist!"
The Five Laxatives Fist, Seven Wounded Palm, and Cold Wind Kick formed the famed secret arts of the sick man sect. These stemmed from a single technique: the Five Laxatives Seven Wounded Palm. Weaker disciples couldn't master it fully, prompting the sect to split it into the fist, palm, and kick variants.
The Five Laxatives Fist targeted vital organs through specialized strikes: Heart-Crushing Fist, Liver-Hurting Fist, Lung-Crippling Fist, Spleen-Breaking Finger, Kidney-Breaking Kick, among others. Mastery unleashed all five forces simultaneously, overwhelming typical defenses. It stood as a prominent fist art in the sick man sect.
You Jun's seemingly frail punches met Jin Yong's saber. The blade's ferocity evoked battlefield carnage, yet it yielded to the soft assault. A resounding clash echoed as You Jun's fist and Jin Yong's saber recoiled together. Both fighters staggered back five steps before regaining footing.
Surprise flickered across Jin Yong's features, swiftly replaced by composure. He brandished his saber with a grin, declaring, "Good! I truly didn't expect such strength from you. Today offers the ideal chance for a fierce clash. Take this!" He then lunged with another slash at You Jun.
You Jun remained silent, countering with flurrying fists as they clashed. Blades and blows intertwined in a vibrant exchange. With matched abilities, neither gained the upper hand. In moments, over fifty exchanges had passed.
You Jun acknowledged Jin Yong's formidable skill. Prolonging the bout wouldn't ensure victory easily. He pondered deploying his ultimate technique. Ultimately, he resolved to do so, as their side hadn't claimed a win since the arena began. Losing now would disgrace them utterly.
Crucially, triumph here would elevate the sick man sect's prestige. With defeats already suffered by the Corpse Demon Sect, Yin Ghost Sect, and Heaven Crippling Sect, a victory would spotlight their sect favorably—a clear boon.
This conviction solidified You Jun's intent. He sought an opening to unleash his finisher. Jin Yong, vigilant against You Jun, detected the scheming glint in his eyes. Recalling Zhao Hai's pre-battle caution, he heightened his guard.
Zhao Hai had alerted him to potential lethal arts from the sick man sect fighter, urging attentiveness to avoid peril. Though unclear on Zhao Hai's intel source, Jin Yong proceeded warily. Thus, spotting the telltale spark, he sharpened his focus.
After ten further moves, You Jun exposed a deliberate vulnerability. Jin Yong, ever alert, spotted it instantly. His pulse quickened, sensing an imminent strike. He masked his awareness, feigning oversight, and targeted the gap with his saber.
You Jun's face lit with triumph. He cried out, "Prolonged illness makes a doctor!" A one-foot silver needle materialized in his grasp, hurtling toward Jin Yong's Shanzhong acupoint. A hit would prove fatal.
Forewarned, Jin Yong reacted swiftly. He thrust the saber's pommel forward—its extended grip featuring a specialized end—to intercept the needle.
A sharp clang rang out as pommel met needle. The impact jolted both backward, blood spraying mid-retreat. Their wounds evident, they halted and coughed up more crimson, clearly too battered to continue.
Zhao Hai eyed Jin Yong and exhaled deeply. In a grave tone, he stated, "This match ends in a draw. Both forfeit further combat rights. Does the other side concur?" Unfamiliar with their leadership amid the sect multitude's disarray, Zhao Hai phrased it generally.
The opposition voiced no dissent. A voice from their array rumbled, "Agreed. Junior Brother You, return." "Yes!" You Jun affirmed, withdrawing steadily to the Alliance Army. Zhao Hai summoned Jin Yong back, administering a healing pill.
Suddenly, another figure emerged from the foes' lines. His identity was unmistakable: a Poison Bug Valley member, betrayed by his garish floral attire. In the Blood Sea Realm, only they donned such vivid garb.
The Poison Bug Valley endured as a notoriously tricky sect in the Blood Sea Realm. Renowned for insect manipulation, they equally excelled in poisons. Their venom mastery reigned supreme across the realm. Every sect dreaded Poison Bug Valley affiliates. Indeed, they posed a genuine hazard.