Just like that, Chen Changsheng's sword easily pierced into Zhou Ziheng's chest, as if that Star Domain did not exist.
Those who understood what the Star Condensation Realm signified were extremely surprised, incomparably shocked.
Chen Changsheng himself was not surprised. He was very calm, just like how Xue Xingchuan and those other powerful figures were shocked. From start to finish, the rhythm of this battle had been under his control.
To human cultivators, being able to condense a Star Domain could be said to be the most important process. Only by successfully condensing a Star Domain would one possess an extremely powerful defense and be able to fight equally with demon experts with perfect bodies. There was even a deep-rooted belief in the human world: cultivators with a Star Domain were naturally invincible against cultivators without a Star Domain. Thus, when Zhou Ziheng condensed his Star Domain, everyone believed that Chen Changsheng would definitely lose. They believed that his continuing to attack was just a way of consoling himself mentally, just a casual attack.
Zhou Ziheng also thought this way.
But Chen Changsheng had never thought this way, because he had learned the sword on his own. There had never been any rules. He had never believed, or perhaps didn't know, that a sword of a relatively low level could not break through a Star Domain.
Later on, when he learned the sword from Su Li, he became even less disciplined. It was to the extent that the first sword Su Li taught him was how to break through the Star Domain of a Star Condensation expert.
This was naturally the first sword he had learned from Su Li in the wilderness: the Intellectual Sword.
On that morning a few days ago, Tianhai Ya'er had come to the gate of the Orthodox Academy to let loose a torrent of abuse. Zhou Ziheng had stood by his wheelchair in silence, and it had been like this for the next few days.
Chen Changsheng did nothing. Everyone believed that he was enduring, waiting for the Li Palace to appear. Later on, they also believed that he was waiting for Tang Thirty-Six to come out of the Mausoleum of Books.
Yes, he truly was waiting, but he was also preparing, especially after he learned that those two Sacred Hall archbishops were targeting the Orthodox Academy and had once more brought up the matter of the All-School Martial Exhibition.
For this sword, he had prepared for a very long time. Through Priest Xin, he had grasped a great deal of information on Zhou Ziheng. When the Orthodox Academy's gate was filled with obscenities, he was reading in the library, reading the history of the Hall of Subjugation, the story of the Temple Seminary, and that sword style called the Solitary Boat Storm-Rain Sword. He knew of Zhou Ziheng's life experiences, knew that he was cold, greedy, selfish, and loved fame. He found seven battle records of Zhou Ziheng and knew that his left shoulder had been seriously injured once. He also knew that this person liked to eat crabs from Clear Lake Restaurant.
Countless things related to Zhou Ziheng appeared in Chen Chang Sheng's mind. It could even be said that in certain aspects, he understood Zhou Ziheng better than Zhou Ziheng.
This information was summarized in his mind, and then he began to sort it out, categorize it, and then began to calculate and deduce.
He wanted to find the weakness of Zhou Ziheng's sword technique and the weakness of Zhou Ziheng's Star Domain.
Even the real Star Domains in the night sky were leaving space from time to time as they moved, let alone the human Star Domains. Back in the wilderness, when he was facing Xue He or Liang Hongzhuang, when his sword was about to reach his body, he had been able to find the weakness of his opponent's Star Domain. This time, he had spent a long time calculating in the Orthodox Academy, so breaking Zhou Ziheng's Star Domain was not strange at all. Not breaking it would be truly strange.
So he found it and broke it.
The Intellectual Sword was not a sword, but a battle method of calculation and deduction. From his silence at the beginning, to his sudden agreement yesterday, to the Stupid Sword, to his retreat before the stone steps, to the glimmer of dawn before the chirping of birds, to the torrential rain before the low flight of swallows, all of this was the Intellectual Sword.
The sword technique he had truly used was the most ordinary technique of the True Sword of the Orthodoxy, called Troubling Rain.
Zhou Ziheng's Star Domain had a beautiful appearance, but it was actually not solid.
This was the weakness that Chen Chang Sheng had calculated.
As for its specific location, it was right in front of his feet.
Troubling Rain's sword struck out. The sword fell like rain, stabbing at the blue robes below Zhou Ziheng's knees, but it did not pierce into his chest.
With a squelch, blood spurted out.
Zhou Ziheng's face was pale, his eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
With a howl, he transformed into a storm and retreated into the depths of Hundred Flowers Lane.
Chen Chang Sheng's sword had not completely pierced into his chest. He believed that this was because his opponent did not have enough true essence.
Although he was heavily injured, he still had the strength to fight. As long as he could escape from Chen Chang Sheng's sword, he would have a chance to counterattack.
A fierce gale rose. Zhou Ziheng, facing the danger of death, exploded with an unimaginable amount of energy. He forcefully broke through the array laid down by the Li Palace priests and retreated to the street.
It had to be known that this place was more than a hundred zhang away from the gate of the Orthodox Academy!
Yet he still could not escape from Chen Chang Sheng and the sword in his hand.
Zhou Ziheng suddenly realized that he had forgotten something.
Before this trial of the sword, the Tianhai clan had prepared a great deal of information on Chen Chang Sheng. Although he had only glanced over it out of self-confidence, he still remembered that this youth had, for some reason, learned the Yeshi Step of the demons. Although it was not the true and perfect Yeshi Step, it could already raise his opponent's speed to a terrifying level.
Normally, Zhou Ziheng would still have countless methods to deal with this, but right now, in his panic, he only cared about retreating, so he had no time to think about these things.
Zhou Ziheng was like a boat in the ocean, constantly bobbing up and down, retreating.
Chen Chang Sheng was like the seawater in the ocean, always following him, not taking a single step away.
With panicked shouts, the crowd scattered and then retreated to the two ends of the street.
When the wind was calm, Chen Chang Sheng and Zhou Ziheng stood in the center of the street.
Several important figures under the awning exuded their Qi, preventing the Qi of this battle from clashing and harming the common people.
But there was no need.
Chen Chang Sheng's sword had already pierced through Zhou Ziheng's chest.
Blood flowed along the sword, incessantly dripping down.
In the tea house, Xue Xingchuan, who saw this sight, was once more speechless.
Zhou Ziheng's judgment was not wrong. The amount of true essence Chen Chang Sheng could use was too little, so his sword energy was not vigorous. Xue Xingchuan naturally understood this point, so even though he had already confirmed that Chen Chang Sheng's sword style truly did come from that person, he did not believe that his sword would have much power after breaking through Zhou Ziheng's Star Domain.
Chen Chang Sheng's sword once more overthrew the so-called common sense. It was clearly not strong, but it had so easily pierced through Zhou Ziheng's body.
Why?
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"It's not that fierce sword style from Xunyang City that burns one's life and true essence."
At the other end of the street, in a gloomy carriage, an official was quickly jotting something down on a piece of paper.
Through the window, he watched the scene. After thinking for a while, he wrote another sentence on the paper.
"Perhaps there's something strange about that sword."
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There was a soft and subtle sound.
Chen Chang Sheng sheathed his sword.
Zhou Ziheng clutched his chest and sat down on the street.
There were already people from the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green waiting on the side. They hurried forward to treat his wound.
Zhou Ziheng was in great pain and also very perplexed. He looked at Chen Chang Sheng and asked, "This … what sword is this?"
The street was quiet.
The surrounding crowd, the people under the awning, and Xue Xingchuan in the tea house were all waiting for Chen Chang Sheng's answer.
Chen Chang Sheng glanced at the sword in his hand. Blood flowed down the blade, leaving not a single drop behind. The blade once more became bright, untainted by a speck of dust.
This dagger had been given to him by Senior Yu Ren. It now contained the sword soul of Chen Xuanba's Dragoncry Sword.
But in the end, he was not Chen Xuanba. In the end, he had to possess his own sword intent.
From the Garden of Zhou to the snowy plains, from Xunyang City to the capital, his sword intent had finally reached great success.
Then this sword should also have its own name.
Chen Chang Sheng thought it over, then said, "Let's call it … Stainless."
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(It's been a long time since the third watch. I'm really not used to it. I'm tired. Fortunately, it's done. Everyone, I'll see you tomorrow.)
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