Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1250 - 1250 76 You Need Not Worry While Im Still

Chapter 1250: Chapter 76: You Need Not Worry While I’m Still Alive_4 Chapter 1250: Chapter 76: You Need Not Worry While I’m Still Alive_4 In the perceptions of the crowd, they felt that the slash still hung in the sky, like a brilliant galaxy…

But the real blade had already descended fiercely, unstoppable in its momentum.

They saw Dong Pingjiang’s sword light fly out, his body and sword uniting, striving with all his might to meet the attack.

Accompanied by a muffled clang…

Whoosh!

Right before the wide-eyed spectators, Dong Pingjiang fell from the sky like a ball, landing bottom first, and with a thunderous crash, smashed a ten-zhang-wide pit into the ground.

Then, his whole body, like a wild horse caught in a storm, ploughed across the ground, continuing to ‘plough’ and ‘plough.’

Although it all happened in the blink of an eye, he had gouged a trench one meter wide, two meters deep, and more than two hundred zhang long!

At the very end, with the last of his momentum, Dong Pingjiang crashed into a piled-up mound of earth, stirring up clouds of fine dust.

The arena fell silent for a long while.

With a snap, Dong Canglan popped his dislocated jaw back into place.

Even Qing Ming, the grandmaster who had his own conviction about this sparring match, widened his eyes in shock, his hand unconsciously tugging at his beard so hard that he pulled out a strand.

This… this domineering?!

Dong Pingjiang, known as the Sword God, the Dong Pingjiang who had dominated the martial world for a generation… to think he failed to withstand even one move?

Across the way, Feng Yin sheathed his sword.

Only then did people realize that the slash Feng Yin delivered had been made with the back of the blade!

One by one, their faces twitched in reaction.

If it had been with the blade edge… it wouldn’t have been a question of whether they could withstand the attack or not, but rather not dying in an extremely ugly fashion would be something to be immensely grateful for, right?

On the other side.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Dong Pingjiang, red-faced, coughed as he clambered out of the pit, just managing to stand up and giving a thumbs-up, he said, “Nice job, young ma—bah!”

Before he could finish, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The sword that he carried, which seemed intact, suddenly shattered into dust with a clink, dispersing into the air.

Dong Pingtian rushed over in shock to help his brother up, about to administer medicine.

But he saw Feng Yin already at his side, offering a pill, “You should use mine, it’ll heal you right away.”

“Alright!”

After witnessing that slash, almost everyone had forgotten that Feng Yin, also known as Doctor Feng, was celebrated for his miraculous medical skills in this world!

You mean to tell me that as a doctor, you can also wield a blade so skillfully? Where’s the justice in that?!

…

“Is that your ‘unfinished’ move?”

Dong Canglan looked at his son-in-law as if he had seen a ghost.

“Yes, I’d appreciate any advice, father-in-law.”

Advice?

Dong Canglan’s lips twitched, and he made no reply.

Then, turning his head as though he had found a reason, he ran swiftly to Dong Pingjiang’s side, his face full of anxious concern, he asked impatiently, “Great-grandpa, are you alright? Is your injury serious?”

Dong Pingjiang had just caught his breath when he was almost pissed off by his great-grandson Dong Canglan’s solicitude, gritting his teeth, “Isn’t losing face enough for you?!”

Dong Canglan whispered, “He’s my son-in-law; what have I got to be embarrassed about? With such strength, I should be happy!”

Dong Pingjiang’s nostrils flared in anger; so, it was only he himself that lost face?

Damn it.

As he turned his head to look at the other people present, he noticed everyone’s eyes on him, all attention fixed.

As his thoughts whirled rapidly, he found it all the more unbearable.

With a swivel of his eyes, Dong Pingjiang, whose complexion had just returned to normal, suddenly tilted his head, “Ah… I’m fainting.”

And he fainted away.

“Hehe… the old man’s faking a faint,” murmured the grandmasters, each abundantly clear on the matter.

It was just a sparring match.

Although, considering real combat, the power Feng Yin used was indeed significant, perhaps even his limit, the fact that there was no killing intent was true, not to mention that what he used was the back of the blade, which made the potential damage even less lethal.

Dong Pingjiang was indeed injured by the shock, but to say his injuries were severe was absolutely impossible.

The blood he spat out… was probably an act!

Yep, definitely an act!

So even without Doctor Feng’s divine medicine, he would have been fine.

But then again, being plowed by a junior like that, turned into a human bulldozer, I too would find it unbearable, and would feel compelled to fake a faint.

However, it’s not me who’s losing face right now, so of course, I’d take the chance to mock a little.

Not for anything else, just for the thrill of it!

Such an opportunity is simply too rare; this guy used to brag all the time about beating White Rainbow using the White Rainbow sword he had won, boasting of a hundred years of swordsmanship, as if none of us Nine Colors were a match for him!

“Have you nearly figured out the trick behind that move?”

Qing Ming stroked his beard, pushing down his inner shock, and asked with an extremely calm voice.

This kind of calmness gave the impression ‘If that slash had been aimed at me, I would have been fine.’

“I’ve grasped about eighty percent of it!”

Feng Yin was genuinely all smiles now.

Through this real combat exchange, he had an epiphany; it was about mindset!

What he was lacking was indeed mindset!

But such a mindset could not just be had by anyone.

It was probably something innate to born heroes and great characters, that natural heroic aura they carry.

At least Feng Yin never considered himself that kind of person, and so the essence of that move, even if perfected by his practice, imitated to the point of being indistinguishable, could at most only ever mimic the true essence by ninety percent.

But that was enough.

Even more crucially, Feng Yin had no intention of following a path purely of imitation.

Having unraveled the mystery at the core of the problem, it was natural to follow his own path.