EFB Chapter 57 Buddha's Weapon: The Glass Ring Knife
Chapter 57 Buddha's Weapon: The Glass Ring Knife
Day three.
The group reunited at the sword platform. Liang Chen, with his sword on his shoulder, stood tall and straight like a pine tree, as if he had never left all night.
During this sword-tasting event, a woman in blue appeared beside Master Ouyang Heng; she was none other than Ouyang Xue, who had played the guzheng yesterday.
"Who will go up today?"
Liang Chen spoke first, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. Each person had a different expression, some hesitant, some awe-inspiring, and some eager to try.
The three of them were the most confident.
Sheng Wansong, Yuwen Lie of Wudang, and Yao Ji of the Divine Fire Sect.
Sheng Wansong glanced at the other two and stepped forward first.
"I promised Miss Shangguan that I would bring back the Zhanlu Sword."
The moment they stepped into the center of the sword platform, they were greeted by Liang Chen.
"A single slash against the wind!"
A sharp blade of energy slashed towards his face, but Sheng Wansong raised his hand and struck the side of the energy with a palm.
He gathered internal force in his palm, and with a single slash, he deflected and cleaved the invisible blade energy, which then struck the spot where the Beggars' Sect members stood.
The Beggars' Sect leader raised his jade staff and placed it in front of the path of the sword energy. The sword energy dissipated upon contact, as if a gentle breeze had touched his face, leaving no trace.
"Not bad."
With a single probe, Liang Chen already knew the newcomer's formidable strength.
He smiled with satisfaction, "You, who belong to no particular sect or school, are much more interesting than yesterday's sparrow and tortoise."
Upon hearing this, Leng Ying's face darkened with anger. If it weren't for the rules, he would have gone on stage a second time.
"Make your move!"
Upon hearing Liang Chen's words, Sheng Wansong thought to himself, "What kind of turn-based game is this?"
After you've made your move, let your opponent make their move.
Shouldn't they talk incessantly, leaving no room for avoidance or resistance?
However, Sheng Wansong did not refuse and channeled his internal energy into his palm.
"Overwhelming."
It is still a non-existent Cloud-Dispelling Palm Technique.
Sheng Wansong possesses the destiny of wind and clouds. After impersonating the Cloud-Dispelling Palm twice, his destiny guides the circulation of true energy.
This seemingly ordinary palm strike actually caused a miraculous change, triggering a shift in the weather.
With a single palm strike, the force was as fierce as a tidal wave, accompanied by howling winds and overwhelming pressure.
Faced with this strange palm technique he had never heard of before, Liang Chen's eyes lit up.
"Excellent palm technique!"
The sword's momentum surged again, still a wind-splitting slash, "A single slash against the wind!"
When Sheng Wansong reveals his true form, he does not like to expose his full strength, and often uses the internal energy equivalent to that of a Wudang disciple.
The power of this palm strike was comparable to that of Liang Chen and Mo Xuan.
When the skill levels are similar, a single slash against the wind can pierce through the surface with a line, tearing apart the hurricane.
however.
"Overwhelming!"
In real life, Sheng Wansong doesn't like playing turn-based games.
Another palm strike came down.
"Such fast palm technique!"
Hou Jiu of the Beggars' Sect exclaimed in surprise: "Although this palm technique is not as powerful as our Beggars' Sect's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, its continuous and unbroken palm strikes clearly make it a peerless palm technique of equal level."
"For some reason, I've never heard of it in the martial arts world."
Li Yuanxing spoke calmly, but with a serious look in his eyes, "The martial world is vast, and there are many talented and extraordinary people. Perhaps it is a lost martial art that has reappeared in the martial world, or a newly created palm technique that is just beginning to show its prowess."
There was much discussion offstage, but Liang Chen onstage felt extremely frustrated.
"Overwhelming!"
Overwhelming, overwhelming, and then overwhelming again.
Sheng Wansong remained expressionless, striking one palm after another without any pause.
Under the relentless bombardment, Liang Chen had no time to unleash the Blood Sea Blade Technique and could only passively parry with his fastest move, the Wind-Facing Slash.
If you keep it for a long time, you will lose it.
Liang Chen understood this principle well and knew that if things continued this way, he would surely lose.
He steeled his resolve, activated the Life-Burning Secret Technique once more, his power surged, his blood and qi churned, and his roar became ferocious.
"Have you made enough of a scene?!"
Abandoning defense, Liang Chen used his expanded internal energy to directly block Wan Song's palm strike.
The overwhelming palm force collided with the protective true energy, producing a deafening roar, and bricks and stones flew everywhere.
Those present were all martial arts heroes, and they all stepped forward to block the falling rocks.
A huge palm print was dented into Liang Chen's chest, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.
The blood-stained blade was already raised above his head.
The sunlight seemed to be drawn in, shining into the blood-red blade and refracting a sky full of crimson light.
The illusion of a sea of blood reappeared, even more intense than before with the added power of the Life-Burning Technique.
Within the sea of blood, it seemed as if countless dead souls surged forth, eager to devour those they sought, their faces twisted and terrifying.
With the Blood Sea Demon Blade reappearing, everyone present knew that the battle had reached its most critical moment, and they all held their breath and focused their attention on the scene.
"If you draw your sword, I will draw mine."
Sheng Wansong smiled slightly and calmly uttered words that puzzled everyone present.
According to rumors, this young hero Sheng has always used palm techniques, and at most he would use a fan to show off. There has never been any rumor that he uses a knife.
Moreover, he was not carrying a knife.
A bald Shaolin monk with a knife took out his precept knife and said, "May I borrow your knife, benefactor?"
"No need."
Sheng Wansong placed his hands together in front of his chest, bent his two index fingers and brought them into his palms, and pressed the middle joint of his index fingers with the pad of his thumb to form a mysterious hand seal.
The Shaolin abbot, Yuanjue, recognized the hand seal as a Buddhist mudra at a glance and immediately explained it.
"Light gathers at the Buddha's crown!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Wansong was enveloped in Buddhist light, which coalesced into a powerful Buddha with muscular muscles.
Under the Buddha's light, even the Blood Sea Illusion appeared peaceful.
The blood-souled ghost, its face filled with compassion, slowly dissipated amidst the Buddha's light.
Even before the Blood Sea Demon Blade was drawn, its momentum had already diminished.
"Turns out he's a bald monk with hair!"
Liang Chen's face darkened with anger, and the gesture of supporting the blood-stained blade with both hands suddenly changed to raising it high.
The angle was wrong, and the blood-red light that filled the sky was lost.
The blood-red blade was enveloped in a crimson light, as if it contained a sea of blood within the blade.
Liang Chen unleashed his ultimate move, fusing the essence of Japanese swordsmanship and the Blood Sea Swordsmanship into a single strike.
"A single strike slays the god of death!"
Facing the God of Slaughter's blade, Sheng Wansong softly chanted:
"The second move of the Tathagata Palm—the Golden-Topped Buddha Lamp!"
With a wave of his palm, a crystal dagger materialized beneath his hand.
The God of Slaughter's Blood Blade and the Buddha's Precept Blade represent the ultimate killing intent and the most virtuous swordsmanship.
As the two blades clashed, countless cracks appeared on the ground of the sword platform, and the blood-red blade's energy split open inch by inch.
"Ahhhhh!"
Seeing the blood sea blade energy begin to weaken, Liang Chen shouted loudly and pushed his life-burning technique to its limit.
Her once jet-black hair was now turning frosty white at a visible speed.
Its lifespan is also characterized by intense burning.
Blood splattered across the sky, and the shattered blood-red blade's energy reformed, its power surging, resembling a true blood-stained demonic blade.
Wudang Qingxu was shocked and sighed, "He has already reached the Grandmaster level!"
"Liang Chen's internal strength has reached the Grandmaster level, and his internal strength cultivation is two levels higher than Brother Sheng's. However, Blood Blade is still at a disadvantage."
Yuwen Lie thought he had caught up with the two after completing part of the cultivation method, but he never expected the gap to be so large.
"Amitabha."
Sheng Wansong narrowed his eyes slightly, not raising his power, but instead activating the [Heavenly Buddha Descends to Earth] destiny.
The Buddha statue, with its compassionate and lifelike eyes, and the glass dagger, seemingly real, instantly shattered the blood-stained blade and pierced through Liang Chen's body.
It was both to defeat him and to save Liang Chen's life before his lifespan was completely exhausted.
The blood-red blade in Liang Chen's hand, like the blade's energy, was severed in two.
Blood Blade Liang Chen, defeated.