Chapter 160 - 110: Pact of Three Moves, Zhang Su Battles Embracing Pill

Ouyang Yin, it seemed, had no intention of using a sword.

Hidden Sword Manor was famous for its swords, and everyone in the manor used one. Ouyang Pu and Ouyang Chuan were both skilled swordsmen.

Yet this Clan Elder, Ouyang Yin, carried no sword on him—not even a ceremonial one at his waist.

A flicker of doubt appeared in Zhang Su’s mind.

A Clan Elder from Hidden Sword Manor who didn’t use a sword—it sounded rather unbelievable.

"I stopped using a sword long ago."

Ouyang Yin smiled faintly, a hint of worldly weariness in his expression.

"When I was young, I was obsessed with the sword. I carried it day and night, and felt uneasy if a single day passed without practice. Back then, I believed the sword was everything. To have the sword was to have it all."

He paused, his gaze drifting into the distance as if recalling the past.

"As I grew older and experienced more of life, I slowly came to understand that the sword is just an external object. A Martial Artist’s true power lies within themselves. In the hands of a strong person, anything can be a Treasure Sword. In the hands of a weak person, even the finest blade is nothing but a burden."

"So, I eventually stopped using a sword for the most part. However..."

Ouyang Yin’s gaze returned to Zhang Su, his tone calm and confident.

"My Fists and Feet are not to be underestimated."

Zhang Su nodded slightly and said no more.

Although Zhang Su found it strange that a man from Hidden Sword Manor like Ouyang Yin didn’t use a sword, he would never underestimate an Embracing Pill Martial Artist.

Even without a sword, the power of an Embracing Pill Martial Artist was terrifying.

The two men said no more, simply watching each other in silence.

The area around the Martial Arts Arena fell silent as well.

All eyes were fixed on the two of them.

A breeze swept across the Martial Arts Arena, carrying a few dry leaves that slowly drifted down through the air.

The atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.

It was like the moment before a storm, when the world falls deathly still, leaving only a silence stretched to its breaking point.

Ouyang Chuan held his breath, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

Ouyang Jing’s eyes flickered, his heart a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

Shen Mufeng’s expression was grave as he stared intently at the center of the arena.

Even Gu Ying, who knew nothing of Martial Arts, could feel the suffocating pressure, and her heart began to beat faster against her will.

The next moment, Ouyang Yin moved.

His slightly stooped figure, as if propped up by an invisible force, suddenly straightened.

The moment he stood tall, the decrepit, elderly Ouyang Yin seemed to vanish.

In his place stood an Embracing Pill Martial Artist brimming with infinite power.

His back was no longer bent, his steps no longer faltering, his eyes no longer clouded.

Like an Unparalleled Treasure Sword, sealed in dust for years, finally being unsheathed.

BOOM.

Ouyang Yin threw a punch.

This punch was not from any profound Fist Technique.

It had no exquisite variations, no mysterious artistic conception—it was just a simple, straightforward punch.

But the power contained within this punch was terrifying to the extreme.

That power was Pill Force!

The Pill Force countless Martial Artists dreamed of achieving!

Zhang Su’s perception had been locked onto Ouyang Yin the entire time.

When Ouyang Yin threw his punch, his sharp perception clearly felt the terrifying, volcanic power inside Ouyang Yin erupt.

Not just double or triple.

It was an eruption of more than ten times his normal power.

Who could have imagined that such a terrifying burst of power could come from Ouyang Yin’s withered body?

Pill Force!

This was Pill Force!

Ouyang Yin had unleashed his Pill Force from the very first move.

He had thrown his most ferocious punch right away.

As the punch shot out, the air seemed to explode, creating a massive sonic boom that thundered like muffled explosions right next to one’s ears.

The wind from the punch howled like a gale, kicking up clouds of dust across the Martial Arts Arena.

The wind whipped Zhang Su’s long hair about and pressed his robes tightly against his body.

Before the fist even arrived, a terrifying pressure, as if tangible, rushed toward him.

Although Zhang Su had fought a life-or-death battle with Dugu Jian, no matter how strong Dugu Jian was, he ultimately did not have Pill Force.

But now, Ouyang Yin had truly struck with the power of Pill Force.

Everyone who saw this punch was shaken to their core.

Whether it was Shen Mufeng, Ouyang Chuan, or even the other Huajin Martial Artists at the Martial Arts Arena, their hearts lurched the moment they saw that punch.

Embracing Pill!

This was the Embracing Pill realm!

With just this one punch, not a single Huajin Martial Artist present could have taken it.

There would be no need for a second or third punch.

This one punch would be enough to kill a Huajin Martial Artist!

The gap between an Embracing Pill Strongman and a Huajin Martial Artist was just too vast.

It was a qualitative transformation!

And now, they were witnessing an Embracing Pill Strongman attack with their own eyes.

However, while the others were merely shocked by the punch, it was Zhang Su who had to face it directly.

He could clearly sense that this punch was like a volcanic eruption—destructive and unstoppable.

CLANG.

Zhang Su didn’t hesitate for a second.

He drew his sword.

A flash of sword light.

The moment the Cold Frost Sword left its sheath, its icy gleam illuminated the entire Martial Arts Arena.

However, there was no sound of wind and thunder this time.

The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique would not be very effective against an Embracing Pill Martial Artist like Ouyang Yin.

After all, the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was not fast enough to kill an Embracing Pill Martial Artist in a single strike.

Faced with Ouyang Yin’s Pill Force punch, the speed advantage of the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was completely useless.

Therefore, Zhang Su used the Twelve Layers Killing Sword.

The Twelve Layers of Internal Strength within his body also erupted in an instant.

Moreover, Zhang Su’s Inner Strength was different now.

He no longer possessed the Great Three Yang Power; instead, he now had the Yin Yang Mixture Strength.

Although it was merely the addition of the Inner Strength from the Taiyin Divine Technique, the power of the Yin Yang Mixture Strength far surpassed what the Great Three Yang Power could ever compare to.

With Yin and Yang Complementing Each Other, hardness and softness working in tandem, the eruption of Zhang Su’s Inner Strength was far greater than before.

A cold light glinted on the Cold Frost Sword.

The blade, layered with the Twelve Layers of Internal Strength, collided head-on with Ouyang Yin’s fist.

BANG.

A deafening, muffled boom.

The Cold Frost Sword clashed violently with Ouyang Yin’s Fist Force.

The sharp edge of the blade, facing a fist of flesh and blood, surprisingly gained no advantage whatsoever.

The Pill Force enveloping Ouyang Yin’s fist made it impervious to blades.

Furthermore, the strength of his opponent’s Pill Force eruption was simply unbelievable.

Zhang Su’s Yin Yang Mixture Strength was already far superior to the Inner Strength of other Huajin Martial Artists.

It was, after all, a Supreme Secret Transmission of the Guiyuan Sect, exceptionally profound.

But now, even while wielding a Treasure Sword, channeling the Yin Yang Mixture Strength, and unleashing the Twelve Layers of Internal Strength, he still couldn’t harm Ouyang Yin in the slightest.

A numbing shock ran up Zhang Su’s wrist, and the Cold Frost Sword nearly flew from his grasp.

The immense force knocked him back three steps, each one leaving a deep footprint in the stone ground.

"Again."

A glint flashed in Zhang Su’s eyes. Far from being afraid, an even stronger will to fight surged within him.

He steadied himself and slashed out with his sword once more.

With this strike, he pushed his Yin Yang Mixture Strength to its absolute limit, layering the Inner Strength of the Twelve Layers Killing Sword to its peak.

The blade cut through the air with a sharp whistle.

Ouyang Yin also threw another punch.

It was still a simple punch, still backed by that terrifyingly extreme Pill Force.

Then came the third sword, the third punch...

Three collisions, three thunderous booms.

This was a clash of pure power.

Logically speaking, Zhang Su should have had a significant advantage.

After all, he was using a Weapon, while Ouyang Yin was only using a Fist Technique—a fist of flesh and blood.

Even with Pill Force for Body Protection, a fist clashing against a sword’s edge should be the one to suffer.

Yet Ouyang Yin had easily blocked the sword in Zhang Su’s hand.

After three punches, Ouyang Yin hadn’t moved an inch, but Zhang Su had been forced back nearly ten steps.

The web of his thumb ached from the shock, his arm was slightly numb, and fine cracks had even appeared on the blade of the Cold Frost Sword.

They had been shattered by the Pill Force.

However, the crowd was not shocked that Ouyang Yin had blocked Zhang Su’s sword.

On the contrary, they were shocked that Zhang Su had actually withstood the eruption of Ouyang Yin’s Pill Force.

The power of those three punches—each one was terrifyingly immense.

Yet Zhang Su had somehow endured all three!

What did that even mean?

A Huajin Martial Artist had taken three full-force punches from an Embracing Pill Strongman and was completely unharmed!

Was this still a Huajin Martial Artist?

Could a Huajin Martial Artist really be strong enough to withstand the Pill Force unleashed by an Embracing Pill Strongman?

It was simply unbelievable!

The smile on Ouyang Chuan’s face froze.

Ouyang Jing’s eyes widened, his lips trembling slightly, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The Martial Arts Arena fell deathly silent.

Shen Mufeng stood in the crowd, gazing at Zhang Su’s back with a complicated expression, and muttered under his breath, "Zhang Su... is he really not a Celestial Pride of the Guiyuan Sect? A Huajin taking on Pill Force head-on... it’s incredible!"

He felt that he, the genius of Medicine Valley, was a complete joke in front of Zhang Su.

’No, all the Huajin disciples of Medicine Valley are a joke in front of Zhang Su.’

’What is a genius?’

’Zhang Su is the real genius!’

’Medicine Valley really hasn’t interacted much with other powers these past few years, nor have we been active in the Jianghu.’

’Could it be that Medicine Valley has just been patting itself on the back in isolation, and we’ve actually fallen far behind the Guiyuan Sect?’