Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1203: Chapter 405: Taking the Fall, the Battle for First, If You Can’t Win Then Play Dirty, Frustration_3

The Dragon Sparrow Saber suddenly sucked the surrounding air, creating a silver cold edge over a hundred meters long in the sky, reaching Yang Zhun almost instantly.

Being the one to initiate the challenge, Xia Hong was certainly not going to be polite. His fierce blade rushed upward directly towards Yang Zhun’s body.

However, injuring Yang Zhun was not that simple!

The impact of weapon length on both sides in combat is self-evident.

Longer means stronger; this is not just an empty phrase.

Xia Hong’s Dragon Sparrow is a Yi Blade, with a total length of 1.7 meters, a grip of only 20 centimeters, and a blade length of 1.5 meters. It’s the longest type among the Four Types of Xia Blades, and over the years, the weapon he used the most, besides Cold Blood, is the Dragon Sparrow.

The Yi Blade, with its length of 1.7 meters, is already much longer than most weapons, but compared to Yang Zhun’s silver spear, which is about ten feet long, it’s undoubtedly still shorter.

So Yang Zhun didn’t make any big moves; he merely swept the spear with one hand, easily deflecting Xia Hong’s silver blade edge.

Bang...

"Thirteen jin!"

"Eleven jin!"

Upon their initial clash, they both slightly frowned, instantly confirming each other’s basic strength in their hearts.

Just as the strength showed, Xia Hong did not shake Yang Zhun; on the contrary, his body was thrown back several meters.

"Brother Xia, if this is all you have, I’m afraid it will be disappointing!"

This was telling him not to waste time and show some real skills.

"Alright!"

Xia Hong instantly understood the implication behind Yang Zhun’s words. After a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes, three vertical blood-colored cloud patterns appeared on his brow. After shaking off the soreness caused by the recent collision, a glow appeared on his body, turning into auroral light as he charged at Yang Zhun again.

Clap!

The moment Xia Hong’s brow showed the blood-colored cloud pattern, Yang Zhun’s expression became more serious. He switched from holding the spear with one hand to both hands, and as Xia Hong’s blade came slashing, he raised his hands and then slammed down to chop with the spear.

Yang Zhun’s grasp of combat timing was no less than Xia Hong’s. The moment his spear chopped downward was precisely when it struck the horizontally slashing blade.

Boom!

The sword and spear clashed fiercely, exploding in mid-air. Behind both of them appeared two thousand-meter bone appearance shadows, one gold and one dark red, also holding blades and spears, colliding intensely.

Rumble.....

The snowflakes in the sky for miles around froze and melted instantly. The surrounding airflow rushed into the area of weapon contact between the two, forming a terrifying shockwave that then spread violently in all directions.

"Nineteen jin, no, more than that!"

After the second engagement, Yang Zhun’s hands holding the spear trembled violently, and a trace of astonishment finally appeared in his pupils. He dared not be careless anymore, his skeletal energy suddenly erupted, and the thousand-meter bone appearance shadow behind him quickly added layers of flesh and veins, appearing much more solid than Xia Hong’s.

Bam...

Finally, Yang Zhun also exerted all his strength. He tightly gripped his long spear, swinging it swiftly. Chop, pop, pierce, point... sometimes like a silver snake dancing, sometimes like a white dragon roaring in anger, he suddenly created a cold-edge space impenetrable by anything around his body with the spear.

"I actually have less basic strength than this Xia Hong; this is troublesome!"

"Brother Yang, if this is all you’ve got, then I’ll gladly take the title of the first in Nine Towns!"

Even if Yang Zhun didn’t say these words, Xia Hong could imagine what he was thinking just from his increasingly troubled expression.

"As I expected, Yang Zhun was hiding part of his strength, his true strength should be around sixteen jin. With the use of power techniques and weapon proficiency, he could display nearly twenty jin of strength.

This level of strength is still not enough to fight me!"

By the end of April, when he killed three Grandmasters without using martial arts skills, his strength could burst up to above nineteen jin.

Not reaching the Bone Tempering Critical Point in Xianyang Level, conventionally speaking, without breaking through cultivation, basic strength won’t increase, even though Xia Hong cultivated Muyin Town’s Twelve Blood Scripture Skills, it only enhanced the speed of absorbing medicinal power, so his basic strength has only slightly increased to eleven jin now.

But eleven jin is already enough!

"The five percent increase from the Holy Pattern Bloodline, and three percent from Transformation Realm Long Fist, these alone are enough to boost my strength above nineteen jin. If the Transformation Realm Long Fist is combined with martial arts skills, the latter can increase the boost by another two percent!"

Holding the Dragon Sparrow Saber, Xia Hong relentlessly attacked Yang Zhun from various dead angles. If the long spear showed even a slight flaw, a blade light would immediately pierce through. Meanwhile, his left eye glanced sharply, closely observing Yang Zhun’s body for any energy movement, which he could detect at once.

"Lord Yang Zhun... is he... being suppressed?"

"How is that possible?"

"Hasn’t Lord Yang Zhun been on the defensive all this time?"

"Even though Xia Hong’s blade is very long, compared to Lord Yang Zhun’s spear, it seems still lacking, right? Now the long weapon is on the defensive, is there any argument needed?"

"Lord Yang Zhun can’t even move his feet, it’s clear he is being suppressed."

"If anyone dares spread rumors again, I’ll skin them alive!"

"You..."

.............

The area where Xia Hong and Yang Fa were fighting was only more than three hundred meters above the ground. This distance would allow someone at the Earth-digging Realm to see clearly with a bit of effort, not to mention the over ten thousand Cold Resistance Level in South City.

The scene in the sky at this moment was Xia Hong, holding the Dragon Sparrow Saber, continuously attacking Yang Zhun from various dead angles, while Yang Zhun was forced to the original place, constantly waving his spear to block and parry. Occasionally, the sharp sound of a blade slicing through flesh could be heard. The outcome might be uncertain, but from this current scene, it’s not hard to see who has the upper hand.