Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 658 - 658 657 Decisive Battle 3 Happy Holidays

658: Chapter 657: Decisive Battle 3 [Happy Holidays] 658: Chapter 657: Decisive Battle 3 [Happy Holidays] The fire crow spread its wings and soared, and that bright yellow flame was the Triple Jiao True Fire; impervious to snuffing out, it directly forged one’s true form—those with profound cultivation found it especially troublesome to deal with, having no recourse but to wait for its might to dissipate on its own.

In the world of cultivation, there were indeed methods to extinguish this fire, but they certainly did not belong to the crude brutes of the Shan Sect.

The sword cultivator launched the flying sword, not even bothering with the crow fire that was upon him; the sword sliced straight through, ready to accept mutual destruction from the outset.

This was expected.

In fact, among the sword cultivators he had encountered, the more powerful they were, the more likely they would not hesitate to choose offense over defense—this was the tradition of the Shan Sect sword cultivators.

To use Vertical Escape to dodge damage, to force the enemy into submission with a flying sword—for a thousand years, the sword cultivators hadn’t changed their way of battling.

He smirked inwardly but did not cease his movements; his left hand traced patterns while his right hand launched forth.

Following the fire crow, a fire snake darted out, still bearing the same Triple Jiao True Fire, with a trace of bright yellow still faintly visible.

His Five Elements were balanced, but in terms of offense, he relied more on the Fire Element.

Among the Five Elements, the Gold Fire Skill was more suited for destruction; this was a matter of essence, and there was no need to seek novelty and use the three elements of water, wood, and earth for offense as some did, which would be counterproductive and lead to a loss greater than the gain.

Fire Skill could be used for single or multiple targets, making it the best choice for an offensive tactic, and it was the most practiced among those of Magic Cultivation—but while the Fire Technique was easy to learn, it was difficult to master, heavily relying on one’s natural talent.

What set him apart in Fire Technique was his innate prime Red Refining Dao Body.

With every gesture, the same effort yielded greater results than others; where ordinary folks could only muster mundane fire, he in the Tongtian Realm could already unleash Dao Fire.

Even if it was just the lowliest Three Jiao Heart Fire, it was not something an average cultivator could resist.

Moreover, his peculiar Left and Right Capturing Yellow Skill endowed his Fire Technique with a certain spirituality, so while his fire spells seemed casual, in reality, they were the peak of Techniques of the Tongtian three realms.

A true method cultivation did not squander spells; it pursued the ultimate, not a pile of ineffective techniques thrown out for visual and auditory effects, which in the end, achieved nothing.

A simple double strike, appearing nonchalant, but for anyone else, it was a trump card held back as a last resort—such was the power of the Constellation True Inheritor.

No sooner had the fire snake been summoned than the flying sword had arrived.

With a slight smirk and a shouted command, “Grow!”

His form suddenly shot upward, transforming from a seven-foot being into a seventy-foot giant; his Taoist body exuded a luminous gleam, a self-contained entity.

A high coronet appeared above his head, draped with tricolor gleams, rendering the attacks of the flying sword insignificant.

Under the illumination of the tricolor gleams, any damage caused by the flying sword disappeared in an instant, and the profound Sword Energy and Gang Qi dissipated as smoke.

The Yuqing Method of Myself, one of the Nine Skills and Seven Techniques of the Wu Sect.

Under the Method of Myself, the damage from the flying sword was ignored; in terms of defense, such a degree was truly despairing.

The battle had just begun, but Tang Yan had already employed top-notch secret techniques of the continent’s cultivation world: Triple Jiao True Fire, Left and Right Capturing Yellow Skill, Yuqing Method of Myself, and the pre-emptively deployed Source Fusion…

Not a single method was commonplace.

This was also his battle strategy; knowing the explosive power of sword cultivators, particularly this peculiar one, was not something to be taken lightly.

It was imperative to suppress his momentum with even more powerful skills and techniques.

In battle, the inferior ones fight with brute force, the ordinary with technique, while the masters strive to seize the momentum; not everyone can grasp the subtleties of this, but Tang Yan was one of the finest.

The Method of Myself rendered the flying sword ineffective, but in such a state, it was difficult to cast spells smoothly, which was a common issue with all Strange Skills and Techniques: to gain something, one must lose something else; there was no one skill or technique that could prevail over all others.

Thus, as soon as the flying sword passed, his body immediately returned to normal size.

With the Left and Right Capturing Yellow Skill, the third fire-being appeared, this time a fire tortoise.

The same Triple Jiao True Fire, the same hidden bright yellow.

No sooner had the fire turtle emerged than the man suddenly shrank into a three-inch-tall figure, which was the Mustard Seed Golden Body from the Nine Skills.

While the Yuqing Method of Myself relies on three-color clear light to eliminate harm, the Mustard Seed Golden Body condenses a cultivator’s entire essence, blood, bones, and mana into a three-inch-tall figure, making the body ten times more resilient and capable of withstanding a Flying Sword’s blow.

Just as he transformed, a Flying Sword descended upon him, and amidst the sparks flying, the Mustard Seed Golden Body remained completely unscathed.

Tang Yan resumed his normal size and let out a proud smile.

This series of moves would invariably lead most cultivators to hesitate and second-guess, which is the very nature of human suspicion.

That was his fighting style: while others would keep their trump cards hidden, begrudgingly holding them close until the very last moment, he did the exact opposite, putting everything out there boldly for all to see, and then watched as they fumbled and faltered in their apprehension, like a cat on hot bricks or walking on eggshells.

This required immense self-confidence and a wealth of backup resources; in the eyes of others, the secret techniques he casually displayed were his trump cards—that was the depth of the Constellation True Inheritor.

I have revealed my hand; here I stand, with two forms at my disposal.

Choose your move!

By this point in the battle, Tang Yan had gained the upper hand both in performance and mentality.

His defense was impenetrable, leaving his opponent’s Flying Swords circling uncertainly, unable to find an opening.

He doubted there was a second person within the Tongtian Realm who could use defense to render a Sword Cultivator’s Flying Sword so ineffective.

His attack was ready to unleash.

Three flames—fire crows, fire snakes, fire turtles—revolved around, forming an encircling trap that was tightening its grip…

This Sword Cultivator had appeared impressive before engaging in combat, but once the fight started, he seemed quite clumsy and failed to display any quality that set him apart from ordinary people.

At last, the Flying Sword circled back.

This was exactly what he found so distasteful about the profession of Sword Cultivators: they had explosive power, but it wasn’t sustainable.

The moment when the Flying Sword returned was actually when a Sword Cultivator was at their weakest, and that was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Everything was under control.

The three spheres of True Fire maintained the momentum of enclosure from a distance, and he wasn’t worried about the Sword Cultivator making an erratic Vertical Escape because, after all the deceptive displays, the Sword Cultivator would still have to reunite with his Flying Sword—this was the culmination of decades spent dealing with Sword Cultivators, looking for that precise moment of unity between the man and his sword.

The Sword Cultivator was very cautious, darting back and forth, then suddenly changing direction, flying toward an apparently impossible location, while his Flying Sword leaped, tracing a beautiful trajectory as man and sword met in the air in a seemingly fantastic convergence.

A smile crept up the corners of Tang Yan’s mouth.

This convergence of man and sword was flawless, unparalleled among the Sword Cultivators he had seen.

However, being his target, no matter how much a Sword Cultivator tried to confuse, he couldn’t escape from the encirclement of True Fire.

At the instant when the Sword Cultivator and his sword became one, Tang Yan clapped his hands together and shouted, “Gather!”

The three streams of True Fire suddenly burst apart, bathing the entire sky in red, and within that red, a streak of bright yellow appeared, resembling a yellow fire dragon.

The red light rapidly contracted to the center where the Sword Cultivator stood.

In that fleeting moment, what awaited the Sword Cultivator was not just his own Flying Sword, but also the convergence of True Fire from all around!

In an instant, man, sword, and fire converged at one point.

No human body could withstand such Fire Forging.

Did Tang Yan find that victory came too easily?