NOVEL WEB Chapter 103 Ningning is Here
Flash! Flying Slash! Continuous Slash!
No matter how rich the swordsmanship experience left in the "Map of Hundred Worldly Lives" by the Breaking Cloud Sword Immortal and the Split Mountain Sword Immortal was, when faced with this kind of sword technique that "flashes to your face and annihilates you in a second," they were momentarily at a loss on how to deal with it, and could only subconsciously recall the Flying Sword in front of them, preparing to defend.
On the contrary, the puppeteer behind the scenes reacted extremely quickly, rapidly directing all Illusionary Cultivators to cease attacking Ye Jun and instead focus their attacks on Yan Yu!
This move exposed Ye Jun's defensive strength and offensive weaknesses. Despite her full effort in activating the Colored Glaze Lamp Magic Treasure, releasing a copious amount of spirit light and Glazed Fire, she still couldn't stop the multitude of cultivators targeting Yan Yu, obscuring the sky and completely blocking her view of him.
Surround! Assault! Annihilate!
"Yan Yu!" Ye Jun couldn't help but shout, trying her best to peer through the crowd, but all she saw were multitudes of people; there was no trace of Yan Yu.
It was like a drop of water vanishing into the ocean in an instant...
The next second, a sudden change occurred!
A golden thread shot out from somewhere. Initially inconspicuous amidst the myriad of spell glows, darker than flames and finer than Sword Qi, but as it swept through, all obstructing swordsmanship and magic spells were shattered as if mowing down dried weeds, leaving them in tatters!
The Crimson Feather Nine Phoenix Fire broke through the ranks, revealing the fiery-breathing Puppet Azhen with her flowing black hair and radiant Divine Light; beside her, stood Yan Yu, calmly positioned in mid-air with the Cloud Dividing Eight Trigrams Step, his demeanor composed and his eyes tranquil, as if the thousands of cultivators produced by the Map of Hundred Worldly Lives were nothing but fragile chickens and dogs.
His gaze traversed the defeated masses, landing on a plain-looking young cultivator, smiling as he mouthed:
Found you.
The cultivator's face turned instantly pale with terror, heart pounding uncontrollably as he frantically fled backwards, while hurriedly commanding the surrounding cultivators to rush to his aid, stacking layer upon layer, in an attempt to block Yan Yu's line of sight.
But a single line pierced through them all.
The Liangyi Micro Dust Sword, in the hands of the old man with long brows and his disciples, was like a heavy machine gun raining down a storm of steel, devastating any sceptics of its might with absolute terrifying firepower.
In Yan Yu's hands, however, it was like a covert, deadly sniper rifle. Though it had only one bullet, it was enough to strike down any target he aimed at on the battlefield.
This Sword Qi pierced through at least twenty cultivators. The dull thuds of the blade entering flesh, the screams of pain, and the brittle snapping noises that abruptly stopped, almost merged into one, until it traveled nearly three or four hundred meters and stabbed into the left shoulder of the fleeing cultivator.
In his panic, he turned back to see through countless shattered illusions, only to find Yan Yu far away, forming not a Sword technique but a "handgun" gesture with his fingers pointed straight at him.
Thereafter, all visions were utterly flooded by the cold light of the Liangyi Sword.
A piercing pain surged into his skull in that instant, a final moment of clarity flickered through his mind as it was about to shatter:
By some external factors (mainly luck), one might bridge the gap with Officially Trained Cultivators, such as Cultivation Level (relying on Elixir Medicine), or offensive methods (relying on Flying Sword Magic Treasure)...
But technology, those skills that require relentless practice to master, cannot be shortcut.
...If only I hadn't been so arrogant before.
The Liangyi Sword mercilessly withdrew from his shattered skull, and the surrounding swarms of people instantly disintegrated. Ye Jun finally caught sight of Yan Yu's location, flew over to celebrate, but only saw him calmly Instant Teleport the Liangyi Sword back, calmly remarking:
"Overestimating oneself."
Overestimating oneself? Ye Jun blinked.
Ah, at least the Magic Treasure he possessed was formidable; if the opponent hadn't been Yan Yu, he probably would have been killed outright... but to think he could ambush the Divine General Dinghai and comment that he was overestimating himself was indeed correct.
Never mind! We won anyway!
She cheered and rushed up to give Yan Yu a big hug.
Facing Yan Yu, who remained composed throughout the battle, now enveloped in Ye Jun's embrace, was somewhat moved.
Looking at him being quite impressive, now seeming to rate seven out of ten, slightly less than the Enchantress and Anna, but still very formidable.
As the victor of this battle, he rightfully accepted this embrace, but Ye Jun, seeing him not letting go for a long time, blushed slightly, carefully struggled free, and said:
"Let's see if he had that Magic Treasure on him."
Of course, the answer was affirmative. If it hadn't been on him, what else could he have relied on to perform Divine Skills?
The Magic Treasure was an aged and simple scroll, tied with a red silk ribbon, emitting no spirit light or Divine Light. If it hadn't been seriously carried by this person, no one would have recognized it as a Magic Treasure.
Yan Yu fully unraveled it, revealing a painting of ancient city streets teeming with merchants and citizens, suddenly transforming into the courtyard and water pavilions of a wealthy family's house, graced by passing scholars and beauties, then shifting to the magnificent Forbidden Imperial City, with guards standing and officials bowing...
Expecting it to be a painting, who knew it was actually a PowerPoint!
Regarding the newly obtained Magic Treasure, Yan Yu always maintained a principle: first check if the teammates around him wanted it, if not, then keep it for his own team, thus he directly handed it over to Ye Jun.