Yun Yang's body morphed from a cloud of mist into a solid form. Amidst the gleam of his saber, he slashed down with great force. "Nonsense! You call a mystical art that you don't know a trick? Let me tell you, this is my way of fighting. If I didn't have this skill, how could I have won against a cultivator like you whose cultivation base is far above mine? Do you really think I'm stupid? "
Shi Wuchen choked when he heard that, but he was too embarrassed to say anything more. After all, his actual cultivation base was far above Yun Yang's. Just his deific consciousness alone was many times stronger than Yun Yang's. The disparity in strength between the two of them was already too great, and it was unreasonable for him to forbid the other from using his own mystical arts!
Moreover, Shi Wuchen was still full of confidence in this battle. Although secret techniques were strange and unpredictable, they still had their limits. Furthermore, they also needed to consume a considerable amount of Qi or other spiritual energy to activate them. It was impossible to use them again and again endlessly.
With his mystical Qi cultivation base and battle experience that far surpassed his opponent's, the final winner of this battle would still be himself!
He could even exhaust his opponent to death!
What disappointed Shi Wuchen, however, was that it was all in vain even after he switched to eighteen sword styles and seven to eight combat styles that specifically targeted mystical arts. Although Yun Yang only had one move, he was still able to defeat it. 'I'll ignore you, I'll just keep turning into a cloud of mist. After you've attacked, I'll turn back and rise with the wind to counterattack.'
'Even if you have the power to destroy heaven and earth, can you do any harm to a cloud of mist?
The most you can do is scatter it.
But I can gather it at any time and raise the storm again! '
The two of them fought like this for almost four hours. Shi Wuchen was getting more and more exhausted.
It was as if he was fighting a ghost!
Every sword strike, no matter how sharp or powerful it was, would always hit the air. It was so uncomfortable that it felt like dying. His opponent, on the other hand, was as lively as he was at the beginning of the battle.
He did not even make a move, just simple slash after slash …
In other words, his opponent had not even used his true abilities!
The more he fought, the more helpless he felt.
Suddenly, he leaped out and said with an unbalanced mind, "Forget it, forget it! I'm not fighting anymore! I admit defeat! "
The Great Swordsman Shi was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was so aggrieved that he was about to explode!
After nearly four hours of fierce battle, or rather, a battle of grasping shadows, he came to a conclusion that he had no choice but to accept. Not only was his opponent's secret technique extremely strange, it also consumed very little of his energy. At least up until now, his opponent was still in a state where he could fight for a long time and attack one after another. On the other hand, the constant consumption of his mind during these four hours was secondary. What was more important was that the consumption of his mystical Qi had reached its limit. If he were to force himself to continue, he would no longer be able to suppress his injuries. Once his injuries broke out, it would be a complete defeat for him!
"If I wasn't injured, all I need to do is use the World Cage. No matter how strange and mysterious your secret technique is, where can you run to? Where are you going? Unfortunately, sigh … "
He let out a long sigh and then returned to silence.
Yun Yang stopped as well and reassembled himself. With a leisurely smile, he asked, "Not fighting anymore?"
"I'm done, I'm done!" Shi Wuchen shook his head helplessly. "There's no way I can fight you in your current state."
Yun Yang laughed and fell to the ground. "Even if you can't take it anymore, I can't take it any longer either. I'm so tired."
He looked so tired that he could not even stand up, and his face was as white as a sheet of paper.
To Shi Wuchen, this battle was suffocating, but to Yun Yang, he was exhausted – physically exhausted!
His opponent's sword was filled with destruction and killing intent. His cultivation base was a whole level higher than Yun Yang's, and he was enveloped by a deific consciousness that was many levels higher. Facing such an opponent, there was no way he could fight him face to face. Forcing himself to fight him would only lead to his own death.
Yun Yang was also unwilling to use his other killing techniques, because once he did, life and death would be decided!
Yun Yang did not want to kill this man, nor did he want to put himself in a dead end. Facing a fellow whose true cultivation base had reached the level of a Saint, one would know what kind of power he could unleash in a critical moment.
Even though Yun Yang had great confidence in himself, he still dared not try it recklessly!
As such, using the Wind and Cloud Manifestation Art to fight shamelessly became the only choice in this battle!
However, the continuous disintegration and reassembly also consumed mystical Qi and the energy of wind and cloud. This consumption was also unusually large for Yun Yang, and was definitely not as big of a leeway as Shi Wuchen had predicted. After fighting for so long, even if he was not at his limit, he was almost at his limit.
Although he was almost at his limit, it did not mean that he was completely exhausted. The reason why he was in such a weak state could be said to be Yun Yang's last test.
If Shi Wuchen seized the opportunity to attack now, Yun Yang would never let him enter the Residence of Nine Supremes, no matter how much he liked him. Yun Yang had his own standards when it came to choosing people.
He had his own bottom line as well.
And this bottom line was not to be broken!
Shi Wuchen's eyes brightened, feeling a sense of balance in his heart. He said, "So you can't take it anymore? This mystic art of yours has a limit as well? "
Yun Yang nodded. "Of course. Any mystical art has a limit, and I'm not made of steel either. I'll definitely get tired."
Shi Wuchen threw his head back and guffawed. "Then I'm relieved. I may not be able to defeat you, but I've still almost exhausted you to death. It's not a huge loss, a complete defeat! "
Yun Yang was not offended. He said quietly, "So what if it's not a complete defeat? You've finally admitted defeat, haven't you? Hurry up and join my sect, Great Swordsman Shi. "
Shi Wuchen's smile slowly faded, and he began to think seriously. "Shi Wuchen's words are like the wind, and they carry enormous weight. I won't go back on my word! Your sect is being established today … What's its name? How many people are there now? I need to know these things! "
Yun Yang coughed. "My sect is called the Residence of Nine Supremes. There are two people in total now. I'm the sect leader, and there's a majordomo — no, there are three of us now. The other one is Shi Wuchen, Great Swordsman Shi, an elder of the sect. "
"I'm quite impressed with you … You've become an elder the moment you joined the sect. Your luck is really not bad."
Shi Wuchen's mouth slowly widened. "Wait, let's make things clear first! There are only two people in the Residence of Nine Supremes? A sect leader and a majordomo? There are only three of us, including me. With such a small scale, you … want to recruit me? "
Yun Yang blushed, which was rare for him. He coughed awkwardly. "You said it yourself that our sect is still being established, and it will grow stronger in the future. The future is bright and promising. Becoming an elder of the sect will be the wisest choice in your life."
What he said … was unreasonably confident, as if it was self-confidence for the sake of self-confidence, a one-sided declaration that it was high-end and classy. It was exactly the same as' a certain sale '!
Shi Wuchen was speechless. He looked up at the sky for a long time, not saying anything for a long time.
At this moment, he felt as if he had suffered ten thousand points of damage, and there was not an ounce of falsehood in it.
To think that I, Shi Wuchen, am the Tri-Autumn Swordsman. Although I dare not say that my name is renowned throughout the world and the Bound of Universe, I'm still a renowned hero. How many sects have invited me with sincerity, but I've turned them down. Who would have thought that a sect with only two people would come to recruit me? It's like riding a tiger …
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