Chapter 461: Ouch ouch ouch
Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
The demons looked at Fang Zhengzhi, their hands shaking. They couldn't even stabilize their hands to fire their arrows.
"Is he even human?"
The same thought flashed through the minds of all the demons.
There was also another question in their minds.
Was that attack...
Coincidence?
Or power?!
If that was power, then that would mean that Fang Zhengzhi was able to...
No way!
They all dismissed that thought instantly.
It had to be a coincidence...
But it was too much of a coincidence...
Firstly, Nangong Hao had disrupted Canyang's senses using his sword. Then, he forced Canyang to retract the Light of the Sage at the crucial moment.
This had baited Nangong Hao into striking. As such, Canyang had focused completely on the symbol on his head.
That...
Was when tragedy struck.
"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"
The demons knew that this was opportunistic of Fang Zhengzhi. They hated to admit it, but how many people would be able to recognize such an opportunity?
And of those people, how many would be capable of capitalizing?
That was a Sage!
In order to sneak up on a Sage and capitalize on such an opportunity... He had to time his advance with the Standstill Sword's strike...
How terrifying!
...
On the ground...
Canyang knelt on the ground, his face pale. He bit his lip...
He was in pain, indescribable pain.
He wanted to stand up, but anyone who had experienced it before knew how difficult it was to stand amidst such pain.
The only thing that he could do was make sure that his posture wasn't too unglamorous.
However, that only served to exacerbate the pain. Even as a Sage, he felt himself breaking out in cold sweat.
"Master!" Yun Qingwu was shocked to see Fang Zhengzhi in his current state, but she turned her attention to Canyang...
This was a man that she respected even more than her own father...
And now...
This man was in immense pain...
Yun Qingwu did wonder to herself how good it would be if she could help Canyang bear the pain...
However, the moment she thought about it...
She shuddered.
Even she did not want to experience that sort of pain.
She felt rather guilty. As a disciple, she should want to bear the pain on behalf of her master, yet, she was unwilling to do so now.
This was difficult to reconcile
Canyang didn't respond to Yun Qingwu. He even turned away from Yun Qingwu.
He did not want Yun Qingwu to see his expression.
He clenched his fists.
A vein on his arm throbbed.
...
Two figures faced off in the sky.
One of them was in a white academic robe, his sleeves flapping in the wind.
The other...
Was a naked man who was bloodied from head to toe. A dense killing aura surrounded him, almost as if he was a death god sent from hell.
Fang Zhengzhi was nowhere near as dabber as Nangong Hao.
However, Fang Zhengzhi had an animalistic, domineering aura about him.
His eyes were the most important.
His eyes were completely different. To call it unbelievable would be an understatement.
As for Fang Zhengzhi...
He wasn't thinking of much...
In fact, he was in a lot of discomfort. He felt like his body was on fire. This was a fire that burned from inside and spread to his skin.
It was hot...
So hot that he wanted to strip off all his clothes.
That being said, he had no clothes right now. He was covered in blood. Right now, the world he saw was strange.
It was red, blue, green, purple...
Most importantly, he felt a strong wave of killing intent building up inside his heart.
This killing intent seemed to cause him to lose his rationality, yet, apart from this killing intent, there was an odd calmness.
There was clarity...
This seemed to balance off the killing intent in his heart.
Fang Zhengzhi had no idea what state he was in right now, neither did he know how long he could keep this up.
However, he did know one thing...
He had to keep up the pressure.
Rest on his laurels?
That was something that he couldn't afford to do.
He shot to the ground like an eagle swooping in on its prey. He lunged at thee half-kneeling Canyang.
He wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Fang Zhengzhi was fast. He stared at Canyang's lifeless eyes.
A strange iciness in his eyes...
His purple eye was especially strange.
"Boom!"
There was a loud explosion as Fang Zhengzhi crashed to the ground. He was so fast that his body was a blur.
"How fast!"
The demon soldiers watched columns of sand and dust shoot skyward as they exclaimed to themselves.
Fang Zhengzhi must be courting death!
Doesn't he know that his previous strike was a lucky one?
Ordinarily...
It was wise to strike while the iron was hot and take advantage of the situation. However, Canyang was a Sage.
The all-powerful Sage!
Without Nangong Hao to run interference, Fang Zhengzhi's strike would be futile.
They waited for Canyang to incapacitate Fang Zhengzhi once again. This time, Fang Zhengzhi had no more Fruits of Dao. He would not be able to recover!
Moments later...
The dust dispersed...
A bloodied figure could be seen...
Not far away from him was a figure in a blue robe. His palms were on the ground and he looked rather haggard.
"He dodged?!"
The demon soldiers were in disbelief. They knew that Canyang was capable of dodging the attack, but they didn't expect him to dodge!
Why should he dodge?
Canyang was a Sage! Why would a Sage need to dodge away from an attack from a human?!
The demon soldiers looked at Canyang, who was drenched from head to toe. They couldn't understand what they were seeing.
Until...
A spearhead appeared in Canyang's hand.
It was a broken spearhead. The tip was bloodied and drops of blood dripped from the point.
"Clang!"
The spearhead fell to the ground.
Canyang's body seemed to turn to jelly at that moment as he crumpled to the ground, sweating profusely.
"Spearhead? Where did that come from?"
"Why does Canyang have a spearhead in his hand? And why is it broken?"
"Why is the spearhead bloodied. Whose... whose blood is that?"
A thought flashed through the minds of all the demon soldiers. Their expressions were contorted...
Of course...
There was rage as well.
They finally understood why Canyang couldn't stand, and they also understood why Canyang had no choice but to dodge.
"This fella actually..."
The demon soldiers looked at Canyang and the figure standing in front of them. They felt a chill at their privates.
More than half of the demon soldiers reacted in the same way.
How could...
How could a person be that shameless?!
How audacious must someone be to be capable of such despicable tactics?!
Shouldn't he leave some dignity?
The demon soldiers simply couldn't believe their eyes.
Yun Qingwu was stunned.
She was utterly floored. Ever since the age of five, her mind had never stopped working, but right now, her mind was blank...
"He... he... he actually used a spearhead?!"
The demons were not the only ones who were stunned. The soldiers of the joint forces were equally floored when they realized what had happened.
"Spearhead? He actually..."
"That's... vicious!"
"..."
The soldiers of the Dragon Protection Squad, Mountain Breaking Army, and Southern Region were rendered speechless.
Chi Guyan, Ping Yang, Xing Yuanguo, Xing Qingsui, even Nangong Hao couldn't find words to express their feelings.
"Erm..."
"..."
Fang Zhengzhi didn't hear the discussions around him, but he could guess what they were thinking from the looks on their faces.
In his mind, he was forced into it!
What else was he to do?
Just using his fingers alone would not be powerful enough!
This opportunity...
It was a rare one...
This might be his only chance to get close to Canyang. He had thought of stabbing Canyang in the back.
However, he didn't dare to try it.
Canyang was a Sage.
He didn't know how hard a Sage's body was since every attack of his had been blocked by the Light of the Sage.
As such...
He didn't want to take any risks.
Most importantly, he didn't know if stabbing Canyang in the back would be of any use. He didn't have much of a choice.
There were only a few places he could strike and only one which was guaranteed to 'incapacitate' Canyang for an extended period of time.
The demons thought about it...
If Fang Zhengzhi's attack was not lethal, then the battle was decided.
Canyang would eventually emerge victorious.
However, Fang Zhengzhi still had to give his best.
Fang Zhengzhi didn't hesitate as he lunged at Canyang once again. He wanted to take advantage of Canyang's injury.
"Boom!"
Yet another explosion echoed out.
Canyang rolled to the side, his blue robe in shreds and his face pale. There were blood stains on the ground.
"What are you waiting for? Charge!" Fang Zhengzhi glared at Nangong Hao and the soldiers of the joint forces.
He couldn't take it any longer.
Time was of the essence.
Yet, these people were still watching from the sidelines?
Canyang was already injured! This was the time to attack! What were they waiting for?
Nangong Hao's expression changed.
As a member of the Nangong Family, he had a set of morals that he guarded fiercely. Even though Canyang was the enemy, he still respected Canyang as a senior.
That being said...
He also knew that this wasn't the time to consider all those factors. This concerned the survival of the Southern Region and the Great Xia.
His Standstill Sword whirred.
Nangong Hao didn't hesitate as he melted into the sea of swords, charging towards Canyang in a tornado.
Just as Nangong Hao moved...
A ray of purple light shot out. Xing Yuanguo had attacked too.
Victory was paramount!
In war, everything was fair game.
Given the same opportunity, Xing Yuanguo may even make the same decision as Fang Zhengzhi, provided that...
He could even think of it in the first place!
The swords hummed around Canyang, enveloping Canyang completely.
"Bend the rules!"
There was a purple ray of light filled with battle intent. It shot towards Canyang's forehead.
Apart from the light...
There was one man...
This was a man covered in blood from head to toe, his eyes unrelenting. One of his eyes was purple while the other was multi-colored.
Time seemed to freeze.
Everyone, demon and humans alike, stared at one point.
That was the point where three figures converged on a half-kneeling youth.
His silver hair danced in the wind, his eyes devoid of any life.
Yet, he grit his teeth.
He grit his teeth so hard that you could see the veins throbbing on his face.