Chapter 313 - 221: Dragon-Falling Kills the Enemy, Spear Dao Perfection
Chapter 313: Chapter 221: Dragon-Falling Kills the Enemy, Spear Dao Perfection
Having achieved Great Success in the Medical Dao, Chen Yi naturally knew a few methods for stimulating the body’s potential, whether through striking acupoints or using medicinal drugs.
But most of those were sinister techniques with severe consequences, either causing extreme damage to the meridians or harming one’s physical foundation.
A momentary burst of power could mean stagnating for the rest of one’s life, never to advance another inch.
Even if a normal person knew of such methods, they would not dare to use them.
Unfortunately for him, there was a madman right before his eyes.
Yan Fusha, however, couldn’t be bothered with any of that. Once the drug’s effects took hold, his blood-red eyes saw nothing but Chen Yi.
"Kill! I’ll kill you!"
Before the words had even left his lips, he stomped forward, transforming into a streak of black light as he shot straight toward his target.
Chen Yi had no time to think, simply raising his spear to defend himself.
Almost at the exact moment he did, a tremendous force slammed into him.
An overwhelming force!
Chen Yi was sent flying, his eyes widening slightly as he stared at the savage figure charging at him once more.
His True Essence flared, coursing through his limbs as he grounded himself with tremendous force.
His form shifted again, and he used the Wandering Dragon and Phoenix Body Technique to evade, by the slimmest of margins, a claw swipe from Yan Fusha aimed right at his face.
If that claw had connected, it would have torn off half his face.
Yan Fusha missed, then dropped into a low sweep. Halfway through the motion, the kick angled sharply upward, aimed straight for Chen Yi’s neck.
"Die!"
Chen Yi blocked again with his spear.
THUD.
It was another heavy, powerful blow, and it sent him flying sideways.
But unlike the last time when he was caught off guard, Chen Yi was prepared. He kept his stance low, sliding firmly across the ground.
His Cultivation, Technique, and physical strength were all inferior at the moment; he absolutely had to avoid being knocked into the air.
There, he would be nothing but a target for Yan Fusha.
Chen Yi kept this firmly in mind, putting all his effort into neutralizing Yan Fusha’s ferocious and deadly attacks one by one.
He was especially careful to avoid the five-colored Noxious Miasma erupting from Yan Fusha’s palms.
In the span of just ten breaths, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows.
They moved so fast that they were little more than a blur of green and black, tangling and separating in an instant.
All the trees and rocks within a hundred-zhang radius shattered into pieces.
In particular, every time Yan Fusha unleashed his five-colored Noxious Miasma, it would corrode everything in its path.
Amidst a SIZZLING sound, wisps of acrid, poisonous smoke began to spread, shrouding the dense woods.
Seeing this from the distant Painted Boat, Pei Guanli forgot all about cursing at Yan Fusha and began to pace back and forth anxiously.
"Brother-in-law, you have to be okay!"
"It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t fallen into those bastards’ trap, my brother-in-law wouldn’t have had to come here."
Pei Guanli was filled with worry and self-blame, but she knew there was nothing she could do. All she could do was pray that Chen Yi could kill Yan Fusha, or that someone would come to rescue them.
But she knew. Their current location was far from Shu State Prefecture City, right on the banks of the Chishui River. It would be difficult for the sound of their battle, no matter how loud, to reach the Prefecture City.
Besides, tonight was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Even if anyone was out and about, they wouldn’t be in this desolate stretch of wilderness.
As these thoughts raced through her mind, Pei Guanli couldn’t help but shout, "Brother-in-law, you have to be careful!"
Chen Yi was struggling just to stay alive; how could he possibly notice anything else?
In the short span of their fight, though he fought with all his might, there were still moments when he was overwhelmed.
His right arm, which had been corroded by the Noxious Miasma earlier, was once again tainted by it and had begun to swell painfully.
Yan Fusha’s claws had torn away a patch of skin and flesh from his chest, and the Noxious Miasma was seeping into that wound as well.
He had over a dozen other wounds, large and small. Dark red blood and pus seeped through his tattered robes, staining his body.
He was in a truly wretched state.
And yet, Yan Fusha was in an even worse state.
Although his aura hadn’t weakened—his True Essence, Fist Intent, and Noxious Miasma all still at their peak—his body had become even more savage and terrifying to behold.
Blood trickled from his eyes, nose, and mouth. Across his body, blackened veins bulged, faintly seeping blood.
His black Night Clothes had long since been dyed red with his own blood.
Yet Yan Fusha seemed to feel nothing, continuing his ferocious pursuit of Chen Yi without pause.
Every palm strike, every claw swipe, even attacks with his joints and limbs, were devastatingly powerful.
His Fist Intent channeled Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Mechanism, unleashing waves of Noxious Miasma.
"Die! Why aren’t you dead yet?"
"A peerless talent like you... I can’t let you mature. I absolutely cannot let you grow any stronger!"
Chen Yi remained unmoved, his eyes never leaving Yan Fusha for an instant.
Even in his battered state, he had no intention of abandoning his goal of killing Yan Fusha.
He was just waiting for an opening.
Fortunately, with his knowledge of the Medical Dao, he could use the brief lulls between dodging and blocking to strike his own acupoints. This helped heal his injuries and slowed the rate at which the Noxious Miasma invaded his meridians and organs.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to last this long either.
Just then, a flash of golden light passed before Chen Yi’s eyes—
[In the seventh quarter of the Hai hour, you witnessed the Guiyun Academy’s Mid-Autumn Poetry Gala. You claimed the title of Poetry Champion with your ’Song of the Water Melody: Mid-Autumn’. At Quchi, you used the Calligraphy Dao to manifest an immortal realm of jade palaces. Performance: Excellent.]
[Reward: ’Mid-Autumn River Map’, Opportunity +66.]
Chen Yi didn’t have time for a closer look; he hurriedly dodged another of Yan Fusha’s attacks.
The appearance of the large, golden words had almost gotten him struck in the face.
But it seemed that when it rained, it poured.
Just moments later, more golden light appeared—
[Daily Intelligence - Profound-rank Middle Grade: At the Zi hour, Yan Fusha and others from the Five Poison Sect kidnap Chen Yi, the live-in son-in-law of the Dingyuan Marquis’s Mansion, and Pei Guanli of the Mountain Race. A small amount of Opportunity can be obtained.]
"..."
Chen Yi cursed inwardly, his temper flaring from the distractions of the golden text and the relentless attacks from Yan Fusha.
Seeing that Yan Fusha’s aura was finally beginning to wane, he whirled around and put all his strength into the Wandering Dragon and Phoenix Body Technique, instantly putting three zhang of distance between them.
"Where do you think you’re going?!"
’Escape?’
Chen Yi let out a cold snort. He abruptly planted his feet, and in an instant, his True Essence surged through every fiber of his being.