"Attacking me head-on? You'll die even faster!" Chou Ba Dao's voice dripped with cruelty.
To be honest, Chou Ba Dao was quite surprised that Yang Fei Long could block five of his strikes. This youngster was truly monstrous. The so-called geniuses on the Heavenly Pride Ranking paled in comparison.
Of course, the thrill of crushing such a monstrous talent was unparalleled!
Boom!
Chou Ba Dao unleashed his sixth strike.
But the next moment, Yang Fei Long's figure suddenly vanished from his original position.
Thus, the sixth strike of the Bloodthirsty Eight Blades missed!
"This guy is so fast! And that was a feint!" Chou Ba Dao's eyes narrowed slightly. The next moment, he caught Yang Fei Long's figure and unleashed the seventh strike of the Bloodthirsty Blades, fast, accurate, and ruthless, almost locking onto Yang Fei Long's position.
Yang Fei Long swung his sword, seemingly with tremendous power.
As Chou Ba Dao launched his seventh strike, to his utter fury, Yang Fei Long's figure vanished once again.
The seventh strike landed on the ground, creating a deep, long裂痕.
"How did this guy dodge it!" Chou Ba Dao was filled with shock and anger.
How did he escape? It was incredibly difficult to disengage instantly when unleashing a powerful move.
It was like sprinting a hundred meters at full speed; you simply couldn't perform a backward somersault. Trying to do so would surely result in serious injury.
But Yang Fei Long had done it, and he seemed unharmed. This left Chou Ba Dao utterly bewildered and shocked.
And profoundly unable to comprehend!
This completely defied logic!
He didn't know that Yang Fei Long was using the True and False Sword Technique. This sword technique was notorious for its ability to frustrate opponents. What appeared to be a powerful attack was merely a show, and Yang Fei Long could hold back, choosing not to unleash the 'true' aspect of the True and False Sword Technique!
This allowed him to choose between attacking or retreating!
The backlash on himself was almost zero, as Yang Fei Long had experimented with this many times!
"Kill!" Yang Fei Long roared again, charging forward.
Seeing this, Chou Ba Dao cursed inwardly, "Here again!"
"Do you think I'll fall for it again?"
Having been tricked twice, Chou Ba Dao shouted the eighth strike, but he didn't actually unleash it. Instead, he planned to wait until Yang Fei Long finished his evasion and then strike with the eighth blade, killing Yang Fei Long with his sword!
But he was wrong. He had been bewildered by Yang Fei Long's true and false moves.
This seemingly feigned sword strike, however, unleashed unparalleled power at the moment of contact.
"Damn it, I've been tricked by this scoundrel!" Chou Ba Dao roared in fury.
Yes, he had been tricked!
And the price for being tricked was heavy!
Pfft!
Chou Ba Dao vomited blood and was sent flying backward. This single strike had gravely injured him, as he had no time to defend when the sword energy approached!
This was the first time Chou Ba Dao had been injured in this battle, and it was a serious one!
"Strike while the iron is hot!" Yang Fei Long's combat awareness was excellent, praised by his master as rarely seen.
Therefore, Yang Fei Long naturally wouldn't miss such an opportunity.
Soul attack, Dragon Thorn Assault!
Pfft!
Amidst the faint golden light, the Dragon Thorn pierced Chou Ba Dao's spiritual palace, blasting into his soul. Although it was instantly repelled by the power of the spiritual palace, his soul was severely wounded!
"Ah!" Chou Ba Dao, enduring the searing pain throughout his body, intended to unleash the eighth strike to kill Yang Fei Long. He never expected that Yang Fei Long would suddenly launch a soul attack at this moment. Although he didn't specialize in soul cultivation, his soul was not weak, reaching the level of Mortal Grade Six!
But compared to Yang Fei Long, the difference was too vast. Even with the protection of his spiritual palace, he was instantly heavily wounded!
Of course, if he had psychological preparation, it would be difficult to be so severely wounded. He would only need to maintain his focus, and a soul attack weakened by his spiritual palace would hardly cause him significant damage.
However, his soul was in a state of agitation. Being attacked by the Dragon Thorn was like throwing a cannonball into a chaotic crowd, resulting in heavy casualties and utter devastation.
Whoosh!
Yang Fei Long instantly closed in on Chou Ba Dao again, preparing to finish him off. The sword energy was dazzling, even more radiant than the previous strike.
"Die!" Chou Ba Dao's face contorted with ferocity, and he unleashed the eighth strike. If this strike didn't kill his opponent, he would surely die, because after unleashing the eighth strike, he would be somewhat weakened, but he was confident that this time, his opponent would definitely die.
He was sure that the opponent would seize the opportunity to kill him.
And this strike appeared so formidable that there was no time to dodge.
But he was wrong!
Yang Fei Long's figure vanished once again. The seemingly brilliant blade light was completely shattered into nothingness by his eighth strike of the Bloodthirsty Eight Blades. The terrifying blade energy of the eighth strike, its momentum undiminished, landed on the ground, leaving a very deep裂痕.
This demonstrated the terrifying power of this strike.
However, the eighth strike, which he had always prided himself on, brought Chou Ba Dao no joy. Instead, his heart sank to the bottom because this terrifying strike had missed!
This damned little brat, he had tricked him again!
How could he be so insidious!
How could he have so many schemes!
Seeing his soul and body severely wounded, instead of delivering the finishing blow, he had cunningly tricked him again, causing his seemingly sure-kill, most powerful strike to fall into emptiness!
Pfft!
Chou Ba Dao coughed up blood.
This strike was the price of unleashing the eighth strike despite his injuries, the backlash from unleashing the eighth strike, and also the rage that almost killed him!
"Rest in peace!" Yang Fei Long's calm voice rang out.
The sword energy slashed towards Chou Ba Dao.
Chou Ba Dao attempted to block, but he was powerless. His severely wounded body, coupled with his soul being heavily injured, his strength greatly diminished, he merely resisted instinctively, but could not block it at all.
Pfft!
Blood splattered.
Chou Ba Dao's head flew off. He did not die on the spot because his soul was still at the Mortal Grade Six level.
At this moment, the Dragon Thorn, which had been waiting on the side, pierced his soul again!
Without the support of his vital energy, the resistance of his spiritual palace was far inferior to when it was intact, and it could not expel the Dragon Thorn.
"Ah!" A chilling scream that made one's blood run cold emanated from the flying head.
"You insidious and treacherous beast, may you die a terrible death!"
Soon, the scream abruptly ceased, his soul utterly destroyed!
Bang!
The next moment, Chou Ba Dao's head landed on the ground.
Chou Ba Dao, dead!
His eyes were wide open, seemingly filled with endless resentment. He died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
To his death, he could never have imagined that he would die at the hands of a junior, and this junior's strength was clearly inferior to his own, but his insidious cunning had led him, a seasoned warrior, to his downfall.
"Insidious and cunning?" A mocking smile played on Yang Fei Long's lips. The victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit. Moreover, this was not called insidious cunning; it was called combat wisdom!
Yang Fei Long disdained Chou Ba Dao's dying words, treating them as a joke!