Chapter 2225 - 1196: _2

At this moment, Sheng Yanlin was smiling, taking the lead to speak: "Elder Kunpa came this morning and told me about your performance last night; well done, Little Yang. I heard the High Priest is quite pleased with you as his adopted son."

"Thanks to you, Elder Sheng, this weapon, after being reforged, suits me perfectly."

Yang Xiao drew out the Ring-Headed Saber in a reverse grip; this felt far more handy than the Ghost Bamboo Stick, and it was considered a proper weapon.

Ghost Bamboo Stick derived from the Ghost Duster, is a unique magic artifact of the Little Saint White Buddha under Black Buddha Mother, but it’s a bit too conspicuous.

It was like flipping a pancake when used, making every scene look unsightly, whereas the Ring-Headed Saber was better in this regard.

Besides, if he couldn’t win in a fight, he could summon the Yin Thunder for a sneak attack, which he quite liked.

Listening to Yang Xiao’s description of the knife, Sheng Yanlin also became curious and insisted on Yang Xiao having a spar with him.

"Here?" Yang Xiao looked around; the room was too small for them to stretch out and duel.

Sheng Yanlin glanced sideways at him, paused his Wisdom Stick, and said, "Of course not here. Don’t you have that mirror? Let’s go to your Mirror World; the space there is ample."

"Alright."

Yang Xiao also wanted to see what other surprises the knife could bring him, so he agreed to Sheng Yanlin’s request. In a flicker, both of them appeared in the Mirror World.

Now, as Yang Xiao’s strength increased, the space that the Mirror World could affect also expanded greatly; currently, the entirety of the Cannibal Buddha’s palace was within the scope of the Mirror World.

The two pushed open the door and arrived at the empty space in the middle of the courtyard. Sheng Yanlin took on the demeanor of a martial arts master, wearing a mysterious smile as he extended one hand toward Yang Xiao, signaling him to attack freely while he only defended and did not attack.

"Elder Sheng, I won’t hold back then." Yang Xiao slowly started flexing his wrist, observing Sheng Yanlin, trying to find his weaknesses.

But just like facing the Cannibal Buddha, Sheng Yanlin was also full of weaknesses, giving the impression one could chop him down with a single stroke.

About ten seconds later, Yang Xiao boldly swung his knife. He chose the most direct approach, drawing his knife and charging forward, aiming straight at Sheng Yanlin, who appeared old and relaxed, chopping down with a stroke.

Initially, Sheng Yanlin didn’t move until the last moment when he suddenly raised his Wisdom Stick, blocking the attack while a thick hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Choosing a frontal attack? Little Yang, that’s not like you. I thought you’d explode that lantern first, flank me with the mirror, then strike with Yin Thunder?"

"Elder Sheng, how dare you insult me?!"

Feeling jabbed at a sore spot, Yang Xiao slashed diagonally, and indeed, he had plotted a sneak attack just as Sheng Yanlin had described.

Once again, with a light lift of the hand, the Wisdom Stick deflected the blade, while Sheng Yanlin was not stingy with his remarks:

"Not bad, Little Yang; you’ve made great progress. You dare to slash directly at a strong opponent, with no fear in your heart."

"Though not tactically wise, you display great momentum, fearless and bold, somewhat reminiscent of how Sword Lord once was."

At this moment, Yang Xiao realized Sheng Yanlin’s peculiarity; battling him felt completely different from his godfather, the Cannibal Buddha.

With his godfather, despite the enormous gap in strength, he could exert all his strength, each stroke bringing a sense of power.

But fighting with Dean Sheng felt entirely different; he couldn’t sense Sheng Yanlin’s exact strength, yet every attack was easily deflected, showing ease and mastery.

In simple terms, one relied purely on brute strength domination while the other depended solely on technique, requiring spiritual power and mastery of one’s own magic artifacts to peak.

Sheng Yanlin himself was an expert in spiritual power; his achievements in this area could be said to be at the Grandmaster Level.

He once mentioned that with the Wisdom Stick in hand, even the Cannibal Buddha found it difficult to sneak in and eavesdrop on their conversations.

In light of a failed strong attack, Yang Xiao stopped pretending, utilizing Soul-Capturing Mirror, Ghost Lantern, Ghost Sleeve Robe, Yin Thunder, and even half-step Nether Realm puppets... using whatever he had, but Sheng Yanlin still remained unruffled, lightly swinging the stick to sever the connection between the puppet and Yang Xiao, and the dazzling light from the exploding Ghost Lantern failed to blind Sheng Yanlin, instead being extinguished by a stroke from him.

The Yin Thunder, though impressive in momentum, quickly gathered into a thundercloud and struck fiercely down, but Sheng Yanlin didn’t dodge; he stood stupidly in place, smilingly raised the Wisdom Stick, and took the Yin Thunder head-on.

Oddly enough, the instant the Yin Thunder touched the Wisdom Stick, it vanished with a "poof," dissipating into nothing.

At this moment, Yang Xiao couldn’t help but be aghast; the Netherworld Envoy was indeed terrifying!

One should know, this was not Dean Sheng’s peak period; he himself claimed to have recovered only to seventy or eighty percent of his former strength.

Furthermore, this was under the premise of having only one attacking magic artifact, whereas back then, he had three such artifacts on him.

As he put down the Wisdom Stick, Sheng Yanlin looked at Yang Xiao, with a hint of coldness in his eyes:

"You’ve exhausted your moves, haven’t you? Now... it’s my turn."

The next second, Yang Xiao suddenly felt a chill coming at him, not from the wind but from the aura Sheng Yanlin emitted.

This elder of Yiling Academy, who had been hiding his abilities, stopped pretending at this moment, explosively releasing a stunning aura, and the next second, Yang Xiao’s pupils shrank sharply, seeing one dean appearing from all four directions around him.

When he blinked again, the four had turned into eight.

More terrifying was that each Dean Sheng carried extremely realistic waves of spiritual power; in Yang Xiao’s perception, all eight deans were real.