Chapter 497 - 344: Blind Man, Peerless Swordsmanship

Chapter 497: Chapter 344: Blind Man, Peerless Swordsmanship

An expert!

An exceedingly powerful master of Swordsmanship, at that!

Just then, the man’s icy voice rang out. "To think there was another expert here!"

Before the words had even faded, without giving Wu Liangchen any time to explain, the longsword on his back was already unsheathed.

HUMMM—!

A sharp crackle echoed through the air, which was then torn asunder by an incredibly condensed stream of Sword Qi. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

At the same time, Wu Liangchen felt a faint stinging sensation between his eyebrows—a phenomenon caused by the sheer purity of the man’s killing intent.

’Such a fast sword! Such pure killing intent!’

Wu Liangchen’s pupils contracted, and alarm bells screamed in his mind.

The blind man’s strength was unlike anything he had ever encountered. His condensed, somber Sword Intent, in particular, was simply inconceivable.

The man did not look very old, so it was hard to imagine how he had managed to temper his Sword Intent to such a degree.

’Did he start practicing the sword in the womb or something?’

But this was no time for Wu Liangchen to get lost in thought. The Qi and Blood in his body instantly began to roil, surging like molten lead and mercury.

He reversed his grip, grasped the hilt of the saber at his waist, drew it in a single motion, and brought it down in a ferocious chop.

"Jingzhe!"

With a low shout, the light of his blade flashed.

The gleam was like the first clap of spring thunder, shattering the dregs of winter. It carried a majestic aura, one capable of sundering all creation and awakening life itself, as it descended.

CLANG!

Sparks flew amidst the sharp clang of metal on metal.

A violent shockwave of energy exploded outward, with the two of them at its center.

Wu Liangchen felt an incomparably sharp Sword Intent travel up the body of his saber, making his arm tingle with numbness.

’What powerful Sword Intent!’

The blind man, for his part, had clearly not expected Wu Liangchen’s blade techniques to be so formidable.

"Hm?" He let out a soft sound of surprise, but a hint of excitement appeared on his face. Immediately, his longsword rose again.

This time, it was not a single strike, but a sky full of sword shadows.

The blind man’s longsword danced, its speed pushed to the absolute limit. The tip of his blade traced white threads through the air, weaving a net of swords that enveloped not only Wu Liangchen’s saber, but his entire body.

Wu Liangchen’s own interest was piqued. Facing this torrential assault, he did not retreat but advanced. His saber moved with grand, sweeping motions as he unleashed the Jingzhe blade style to its fullest extent.

By now, Wu Liangchen’s mastery of the Jingzhe blade style had reached a level that was unprecedented and would likely never be surpassed.

Even if the original creator of the style were brought back, he would be hard-pressed to match Wu Liangchen’s current heights.

Thus, his counterattack, while appearing to be made of wide, sweeping strokes, precisely struck the weak point of every single sword thrust.

CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!

Amidst the rain-like patter of impacts, Wu Liangchen was secretly astonished.

’This blind man’s Swordsmanship is too fast, too pure, too ruthless!’ Each strike seemed to have been tempered a thousand times over, with no wasted movements. It was Swordsmanship born purely for the sake of slaughter.

And though his opponent was blind, his perception was terrifyingly sharp. It was as if he could "see" every shift in Wu Liangchen’s blade work and was always able to react in advance.

’If I hadn’t already entered the ’God-Sighting’ realm—with my abundant Qi and Blood, and my reaction speed and strength far exceeding their former levels—I would have been defeated long ago.’

At the same time, the man was equally shocked.

He had never seen such a peculiar blade style. It looked to be composed of grand, sweeping motions, yet it contained an artistic conception of endless vitality—of destruction and rebirth.

’Where did this expert come from?’

The same thought surfaced in both of their minds simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows. Neither had managed to gain the slightest advantage; they were perfectly matched.

Saber energy and sword glints crisscrossed, carving deep gullies into the surrounding ground and sending shattered stones flying.

Just as the battle reached a fever pitch and both of their auras climbed to their peak, the blind youth’s sword-play abruptly halted. His torrential offensive came to a sudden stop.

His figure flashed, and he floated back several steps. He held his longsword angled toward the ground, its tip still humming. The residual Sword Qi plowed a shallow trench in the earth.

Seeing this, Wu Liangchen also withdrew his saber and stood tall. He stared at his opponent with sharp eyes, his roiling Qi and Blood slowly calming, though he did not let down his guard.

Silence.

Only the mournful sigh of the mountain wind blowing through the treetops remained.

The blind youth’s gray pupils turned toward Wu Liangchen. Though he could not see, his powerful spiritual sense locked firmly onto him. A moment later, he spoke, his voice still cold as ice, but with less of the killing intent from before:

"You are not with the resistance."

The fingers of the hand Wu Liangchen had on his saber hilt relaxed slightly. He replied in a level tone, "I never said I was."