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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 3: [Qiu Prefecture Lantern Festival]
Chapter 43 (187): [The Fourth Battle Technique Intent]
(43rd of Volume 3)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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Yin Shi Yi was about to urge Li Weiyi to retreat immediately and not be reckless, fearing they would both perish here today.
But before he could speak, Li Weiyi had already launched his attack.
Yang Zhiyong and Yang Qingxi were delighted to see their opponent display such desperate courage. If Li Weiyi and Yin Shi Yi had chosen to flee, it would have been a much more troublesome situation.
"Well done," Yang Zhiyong said, abandoning all contempt.
He gripped his halberd with both hands, his front hand positioned as close to the helberd as possible to mitigate the disadvantage of a long-range weapon in the confined space.
Vast amounts of Spiritual Qi surged from his Qi Sea, coalescing into a four-zhang-tall battle intent figure - a giant of light and shadow that walked alongside him.
"Whoosh, whoosh!"
From the insect pouch, seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors burst forth.
Their speed surpassed even Li Weiyi's. They streaked across the air, leaving behind seven brilliant trails of light, and in an instant, they were before Yang Zhiyong.
Yang Zhiyong's pupils narrowed in alarm.
The seven Strange Insects radiating such an intense sense of danger forced him to retreat immediately, seeking refuge within the battle technique Intent's projection.
"Boom, boom!"
The seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors slammed into the four-zhang-tall battle intent figure, sending ripples of Qi energy spreading across its surface.
These Little Seven's body length had reached nearly five inches. With their speed and defensive advantages, their combined combat power was enough to challenge even the weakest Fifth-Stage Five Seas Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivator.
This was already terrifying, especially considering their numbers.
Yang Zhiyong had already sensed the formidable power of the Seven Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors. Under their relentless attacks, he felt himself faltering, forced to retreat a step and unleash his full Spiritual Qi to dissipate the impact.
Yet, he still hadn't grasped the gravity of the situation.
In his eyes, these Strange Insects, though powerful, were still far inferior to him.
Moreover, they possessed little intelligence and could be instantly killed one by one.
"Whoosh!"
He swung his battle halberd, unleashing a wave of Qi that struck two Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors with pinpoint accuracy.
The two insects were sent flying, crashing to the ground and leaving deep craters.
Seizing the opportunity, Li Weiyi, who had been gathering energy, leaped into the air like lightning.
Three spiritual projections of battle intent materialized behind him as he brought his sword down with a mighty slash.
The sword's clang echoed like a dragon's roar.
Golden light illuminated the falling snow, turning it into a cascade of golden goose feathers.
The sword qi of the Tai Yi Opens the Sea Technique stretched for dozens of feet, effortlessly tearing through Yang Zhiyong's Spiritual Qi. But instead of striking Yang Zhiyong himself, it cleaved towards his battle intent.
At that moment, Yang Zhiyong had just sent two Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors flying and had no time to raise his halberd in defense.
He abandoned his battle intent and instead thrust his halberd upward from below, aiming for Li Weiyi's abdomen.
The shattering of his battle intent was inconsequential.
As long as this thrust could injure his opponent, he would still come out ahead.
Yang Qingxi, far more perceptive than Yang Zhiyong, had already grasped the gravity of the situation. Li Weiyi's true killing move wasn't this sword strike at all, but the fact that once Yang Zhiyong's battle intent shattered, he would be completely exposed to the lightning-fast claws and wings of those Strange Insects.
At that moment, anything impossible might become possible.
However, there was no time to warn him.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of rushing water echoed like a great river in full flood.
Yang Qingxi's graceful figure leaped from the three-story-high eaves, a Qingxi stream flowing beneath her feet in the void. Azure light scattered like stardust, imbued with boundless mystery and power, as it rapidly spread toward the battlefield in the alley.
When she was born, the sound of a stream had resonated within the room.
Thus, the Long River Intent was an innate Intent.
"Miss Yang, let's play a little first!"
Yin Shi Yi, seeing how formidable Li Weiyi's Strange Insects were, regained his confidence. He unleashed a battle intent five zhang tall, which collided head-on with the Qingxi Long River in midair.
After retreating two steps,
Li Weiyi donned the Fire Scale Dragon Claw Gauntlets, which, under the influence of Spiritual Qi, transformed into two crimson fire clouds.
He then unleashed the Wrathful Dragon-Capturing Claw Technique, one of the Jiu Li Tribe's nine fundamental Martial-Mystic Techniques.
Legend had it that when cultivated to its peak (or perfection), this technique allowed one to overcome adversity and defeat opponents far stronger.
Meanwhile, after Li Weiyi's sword shattered Yang Zhiyong's four-zhang-tall battle technique Intent's spiritual projection, he exerted all his strength to dodge, yet was still struck by the battle halberd under his left arm.
The Pure Immortal Physique, cultivated to the Sixth Sea, possessed terrifying combat power. Even a glancing blow from Yang Zhiyong's battle weapon left Li Weiyi's armpit streaming with blood.
Fortunately, he had achieved Minor Golden Bone; otherwise, two of his ribs would have been broken.
Landing back on the ground, Li Weiyi's left side felt numb with pain. But he dared not linger, nor retreat to heal his wounds. Gritting his teeth, he charged forward again with lightning speed.
Stopping or retreating meant certain death.
Advancing, however, offered a significant chance to kill Yang Zhiyong within a few rounds.
Yang Zhiyong had never expected Li Weiyi to be so fierce. Even more surprising, the two moth-like Strange Insects he had struck into the earth, supposedly dead, were now hopping around, their bodies seemingly forged from immortal iron, impervious to damage.
A Strange Insect that could be killed with a single blow was vastly different from one that couldn't!
As Yang Zhiyong parried Li Weiyi's overwhelming sword attacks, he felt a sharp pain in his right neck.
A claw of a Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperor tore away a chunk of flesh.
In the next instant, the membrane wing of another Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperor slashed across the back of his right hand, which was still gripping his battle halberd, leaving a deep bloody gash.
The halberd nearly slipped from his grasp.
"Damn..."
Yang Zhiyong's expression darkened as he realized the severity of the situation. He immediately leaped towards the white wall on the right side of the alley, hoping to gain a moment's respite and re-summon his battle technique Intent's spiritual projection.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors slammed into his back, one from each side, as if he had been struck by two heavy punches.
Despite the protection of his Spiritual artifact battle armor, Yang Zhiyong was knocked back into the alley.
After a few more exchanges, Yang Zhiyong had sustained eight wounds, all located on his head, neck, and hands - areas unprotected by his armor.
His face was covered in blood, and his left eye had been slashed open. He was disoriented, unable to escape, and felt danger lurking everywhere.
"Clang!"
A piercing sword clang filled the air.
Li Weiyi had decided to end the battle.
With a horizontal slash, he aimed directly for Yang Zhiyong's neck.
When Yang Zhiyong's right eye finally saw the dazzling sword light, it was already too late to dodge or defend.
Despair washed over him, and he accepted his defeat with complete conviction, harboring no resentment or regret.
Only one thought filled his mind: This young man would rise like a comet, unstoppable in his ascent.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a slender, elongated black shadow emerged from behind Yang Zhiyong.
This figure was completely shrouded, with only a pair of eyes visible, gleaming like cold stars.
She pushed Yang Zhiyong aside with a palm strike, and a needle-thin, bizarrely shaped longsword pierced through the night. The sword's speed was so swift that even the falling snow seemed to freeze in place as it hurtled toward Li Weiyi's brow.
In Li Weiyi's pupils, the sword tip grew ever closer, ever brighter.
Before the blade even reached him, a sharp pain began to throb in his brow.
The feeling of utter helplessness Yang Zhiyong had experienced on the brink of death now gripped Li Weiyi.
But unlike Yang Zhiyong, Li Weiyi didn't succumb to despair in this desperate moment.
Instead, a surge of indomitable fighting spirit, a will to defy the heavens itself, ignited within him. His mind entered an unprecedented state of tranquility.
In this state, he could even see his own reflection in the woman's eyes, and a familiar sense of coldness emanated from her gaze.
"Whoosh!"
Behind Li Weiyi, only three battle intents had previously existed.
The fourth battle intent quietly coalesced, like a painting gradually taking shape with each stroke, slowly becoming complete and vibrant.
He had originally intended a horizontal slash, but forcibly altered his trajectory, shifting from attack to defense.
Hand shadows and sword shadows overlapped layer upon layer.
This was his instinctive reaction in a moment of crisis, a result of years of cultivating the Chan Sect's Twelve Dispersed Hands, the Ruyi Qiankun Sword.
The technique itself was already on the verge of a breakthrough.
Once it broke through, the intent would become self-sustaining.
Ruyi Qiankun: ever-changing, unpredictable.
With the fourth battle intent solidified, the power behind his sword techniques surged by another ten percent.
For a Martial-Mystic Cultivator, mastering a single battle intent was considered a normal achievement, granting them their full ten-tenths of combat strength.
With four battle intents coursing through him, Li Weiyi's combat strength had already reached thirteen-tenths.
"Clang!"
The sword that should have pierced Li Weiyi's brow struck the Yellow Dragon Sword, which had been raised to block, producing a deafening explosion.
Ripples of energy radiated outward through the air.
Li Weiyi was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing into the wall at the alleyway's corner. The impact plunged him into darkness, the pain so intense he felt on the verge of passing out.
The black-clad woman standing beside the still-stunned Yang Zhiyong stared in utter disbelief.
She clearly hadn't expected him to block her killing blow in that situation.
Even with her cultivation, she hadn't seen how Li Weiyi had changed his stance to block her attack.
If it had been a Successor-level figure in that life-or-death situation, their head should have split open like a gourd.
The black-robed woman's killing intent reached an unprecedented level as she prepared to strike again.
"Whoosh!"
A folding fan shot through the alley, spinning as it flew, stirring up countless snowflakes.
"Zuoqiu Ting is here! Retreat!"
The one who spoke was Yang Qingxi, her face veiled.
The black-robed woman glared at Li Weiyi, her heart filled with bitter resentment. She flicked her sword, sending the fan flying, but could only grab Yang Zhiyong and flee into the dark alley.
Zuoqiu Ting flickered through the air, catching the fan before it hit the ground.
"You go first," he said, before disappearing from sight, chasing after the Sui Sect trio.
Li Weiyi finally caught his breath, but his left armpit and right arm were in excruciating pain. Yin Shi Yi had to hold his shoulders to help him sit upright against the wall.
"Damn, you're a monster! What realm are you even in?" Yin Shi Yi was both thrilled and deeply curious.
As Li Weiyi circulated his Spiritual Power to heal his wounds, he recalled and pondered the events. Suddenly, he asked, "How many times have you fought with Yang Qingxi?"
"This makes it two times we've crossed paths. What's up?" Yin Shi Yi asked.
Li Weiyi said, "I have a feeling... Yang Qingxi might be two different people!"
"What did you say?" Yin Shi Yi's voice rose sharply.
Li Weiyi recalled their previous encounters.
He felt that the black-robed woman's gaze just now matched the one he'd seen when they first met.
But back then, he had just arrived in this world and only caught a fleeting glimpse, so he couldn't be sure.
"Maybe I'm mistaken!"
Li Weiyi's physical recovery was incredibly rapid.
After moving his arms, he stood up and searched for the Yellow Dragon Sword, which had been knocked out of his hand.
Two Phoenix-Winged Moth Emperors had already retrieved the sword.
Another one, as if seeking praise, flew back and forth in front of him, holding the corpse of a Bee Insect in its claws.
Seeing the Bee Insect they had killed, Li Weiyi's bad mood instantly cleared.
"Excellent! When we get back, I'll give you Millennial Essence Herb. I guarantee you'll both break through your cultivation levels in the next few days."
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END OF CHAPTER
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