All Realms and Worlds: The Lost Home

Chapter 265 Netherworld Thorn

"Netherworld Thrust - Chain Strike!"

Li Hu shouted loudly, and in a flash, the three-edged military dagger in his hand stabbed towards Xue Yang like a storm. One after another, black spiritual energy swept towards Xue Yang along with the military dagger, dense and without any gaps.

This is the military tactic: using speed to deplete the opponent's physical and mental strength, while searching for weaknesses to strike decisively and avoid unnecessary waste. Every attack is aimed at victory.

On the training platform, black afterimages flickered continuously, and the cold light of the triangular military daggers, like countless cold stars, was so dense that it made one's scalp tingle. The surrounding air was shrouded in this deadly killing intent, making people shudder.

The disciples below the stage were all dumbfounded, not daring to breathe, their eyes following Li Hu's figure closely, afraid of missing any detail, their hearts pounding and their palms sweating.

"My god! Junior Brother Li Hu's speed is too fast! We can't even see his movements!"

"That's terrifying! With such a dense barrage of attacks, Senior Brother Xueyang has no way to dodge!"

"Oh no, Senior Brother Xueyang is going to get hit! Junior Brother Li Hu's attacks are too dense!"

Han Xuanxuan was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes. She clutched Wei Yu's clothes tightly and sobbed softly, "Brother Wei Yu, will Senior Brother Xueyang be alright? I'm so scared..."

Xia Gui's face was pale, her small fists clenched tightly, her expression full of worry: "Senior Brother Xueyang, you must do your best! You must dodge it!"

Wei Yu's gaze was solemn as he stared intently at the two on the martial arts stage. He slowly spoke, "Don't worry, Brother Xueyang will be fine. His foundation is solid, his reaction speed is fast, and his fierceness isn't just recklessness; he's waiting for an opportunity!"

Sure enough, just when everyone thought Xue Yang was about to be hit, Xue Yang suddenly closed his eyes, and the crimson spiritual power around him surged again, like a raging fire, enveloping his entire body.

He didn't panic or blindly dodge. Instead, he calmed down and carefully sensed the atmosphere around him, sensing Li Hu's every movement and the direction of each attack.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The triangular bayonet thrust at him again and again, but each time it was precisely struck at the tip of the long sword in Xueyang's hand!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of collisions rose and fell again, as dense as raindrops. Longswords and triangular bayonets clashed repeatedly, their cold light intertwining, spiritual energy erupting, and crimson flames and black spiritual energy clashed fiercely on the martial arts stage.

Xue Yang remained standing in place, his steps steady and unwavering. He simply gripped his longsword and swung it continuously, each strike precise and accurate, hitting the tip of Li Hu's triangular bayonet and forcefully deflecting every attack from Li Hu!

His movements, though seemingly slow, were incredibly precise. Every strike was perfectly timed, without a single superfluous movement. Clearly, he had figured out Li Hu's attack patterns and was beginning to respond with composure.

"Holy crap! Awesome! Absolutely awesome!"

"My god! Senior Brother Xueyang is too precise! Every strike lands precisely on the tip of the bayonet, without a single mistake!"

"Is this the benefit of a solid foundation? No matter how fast the opponent is or how dense their attacks are, you can handle them with ease!"

"This was so exciting! This is a true duel between masters! One was as fast as a ghost, the other as steady as a mountain—it was amazing!"

Cheers erupted again from the crowd. Everyone was utterly shocked by Xueyang's precision and composure, and their previous worries were instantly replaced by excitement.

The sect leader and elders on the high platform also showed gratified smiles. The sect leader stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction: "Good! Well done, Xue Yang! Solid foundation, calm temperament, neither arrogant nor impatient, you have indeed not disappointed me!"

"This Li Hu is also quite good. His assassination skills are superb, his speed is extremely fast, and his willpower is firm. He is a promising talent. Unfortunately, his foundation is still not as good as Xue Yang's!" an elder said with a smile.

"Yes, Xueyang's foundation is the most solid in our Lingxu Sect. No matter how fast the opponent is or how dense their attacks are, he can calmly deal with them with his composure and precision. That's the benefit of being steady and reliable!"

On the martial arts stage, Li Hu's expression gradually became serious, his breathing became somewhat rapid, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He hadn't expected that Xueyang could block each of his attacks so precisely. His series of Netherworld Spikes, though seemingly dense, couldn't harm Xueyang in the slightest. Instead, they consumed a lot of his spiritual power and physical strength.

His assassination skills emphasize speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, aiming to defeat the enemy in one move. However, against an opponent as steady and precise as Xue Yang, his speed advantage was gradually neutralized. Every attack was forcefully blocked by Xue Yang, leaving him feeling powerless.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Li Hu muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief. "My Netherworld Spikes are so fast and the angles are so tricky, how could you possibly block them every time?"

Unconvinced, he exerted his strength again, the black spiritual energy around him almost burning. His figure flashed faster and faster, and the frequency of his three-edged military dagger thrusting out became higher and higher. Streams of black spiritual energy swept towards Xue Yang like a torrential rain, trying to break through Xue Yang's defense.

Xue Yang remained as steady as Mount Tai. With his eyes closed, he relied on his senses to continuously wield his longsword. Each strike was incredibly precise, striking the tips of the triangular bayonets. The clanging sounds continued unabated.

Crimson flames enveloped the longsword, suppressing Li Hu's black spiritual power time and time again. On the martial arts stage, the crimson light grew stronger and stronger, while the black light gradually weakened.

Xueyang's breathing remained steady, his steps were calm and composed, without the slightest panic. Although his eyes were closed, they revealed a firmness and composure, as if he could calmly deal with no matter how dense Li Hu's attacks were.

"Go, Senior Brother Xueyang!"

"Senior Brother Xueyang, victory is assured!"

The disciples below the stage shouted loudly to cheer for Xueyang. The cheers and shouts resounded throughout the martial arts square, pushing the atmosphere to another climax.

Han Xuanxuan stopped sobbing, raised her head, opened her big eyes, and shouted loudly, "Senior Brother Xueyang, keep it up! You're the best!"

Xia Gui also shouted, "Senior Brother Xueyang, you will win! Defeat Junior Brother Li Hu!"

Wei Yu and Xuan Qing also clenched their fists, looking at Xue Yang with firm eyes, cheering him on in their hearts—Xue Yang's fierceness and composure impressed them, and they believed that Xue Yang would definitely win!

Among the crowd, those time travelers from the 21st century also expressed their feelings.

"Holy crap! Xueyang's composure is incredible. If it were me, I would have been completely bewildered by Li Hu's speed!"

"Yes, Li Hu's assassination skills are already very impressive—fast, accurate, and ruthless, completely in the style of a soldier in actual combat. Yet, he still couldn't defeat Xue Yang. This shows the importance of a solid foundation!"

"I initially thought Li Hu would win, but now it seems Xue Yang is the better player. A steady and methodical approach is the key to victory!"

"That's right. On the path of cultivation, a solid foundation is fundamental. No matter how powerful your skills or how fast you are, if your foundation is weak, you will ultimately lose!"

On the martial arts stage, Li Hu's speed gradually slowed down. He had consumed most of his spiritual power and was also gradually losing strength. His hand holding the triangular military dagger began to tremble slightly, and his attacks were no longer as precise or sharp as before.

His face turned pale, and beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the bluestone slab with a soft sound.

He knew he had lost, not because of his skills, but because of his foundation. Xueyang's foundation was too solid; his attacks could not break through Xueyang's defenses at all, and instead consumed a lot of his spiritual power and physical strength.

But he still didn't give up, he still persisted, his triangular bayonet kept thrusting out, his eyes remained firm, without the slightest hesitation—this is the spirit of a soldier, even knowing that he is no match, he will never back down, even if he fights to the last moment, he will fight to the very end!

"Hahaha! Junior Brother Li Hu, you're quite impressive!" Xue Yang suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of admiration flashing in them, his tone cheerful, "You're the first person to have forced me to go this far!"

"However, the game should end now!"