Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 660 - 660 659 Decisive Battle 5 Happy Holidays

660: Chapter 659: Decisive Battle 5 [Happy Holidays] 660: Chapter 659: Decisive Battle 5 [Happy Holidays] The response was a flying sword,

much to Tang Yan’s surprise, the sword cultivator did not use his technique of Body Sword Integration, but rather the standard Flying Sword Skill.

Was there some deeper meaning to this?

He still countered with his Mustard Seed Golden Body, wanting to try a different method to deal with the flying sword—a pure Power Technique.

Under the relentless strikes and collisions of the flying sword, the Mustard Seed Golden Body was like duckweed in the wind, swaying unsteadily.

Although it remained resilient and compact within, such passiveness hardly afforded any chance for a turnaround.

His plan was to use the Power Technique to bind the flying sword.

Each strike and collision would attach a weight of ten thousand jin to the Mustard Seed Golden Body; the more he was struck, the more weight attached, until the flying sword seemed to be carrying a mountain on its back.

The method was somewhat crude, but he couldn’t think of a better way to deal with this novel technique of Body Sword Integration on the fly.

Not everyone could use such a method, because firstly, you must withstand the continuous slashes of the flying sword.

Just on that account, his cultivation of the Dharma Body was exceedingly terrifying.

Without exaggeration, withstanding a hundred or so strikes was not a problem.

Under the influence of his Power Body and Power Technique, after several strikes, the flying sword noticeably started to drag; but the sword cultivator reacted quickly, revealing himself after a sudden thrust and switching to sword attacks in hand.

Tang Yan’s counter was beyond ordinary—he immediately detected the sword cultivator’s appearance, and with a single warning cry from the sky, where the white kite soared, he dodged, then ascended sharply, foiling the sword cultivator’s assault.

Neither achieved their objective, but Tang Yan had many techniques and a solid Taoist Body, giving him a chance to counter when the flying sword proved ineffective; Hou Niao’s Body Sword Skill was extraordinary, and even if burdened by the Power Technique, once he exited the Body Sword State, the effect naturally dissipated, leaving the opponent with no method against him.

Tang Yan nodded.

The sword cultivator’s integration of man and sword was indeed remarkable.

It seemed simple, but was actually difficult to counter.

Without grasping the cultivator’s true form, there was no room for discussion; indeed, it was an exceptionally powerful sword technique.

Yet, he was not without strategy.

It just required taking risks, and in his view, only battles involving risks were true tests.

While his body soared high, his hands transformed, once again summoning the fire crows, fire snakes, and fire turtles.

This was actually his strongest attack method.

The reason for it not succeeding earlier was not that the technique was ineffective, but that he had failed to catch his opponent’s real body.

One couldn’t catch the other; and even when caught, could not do anything about it.

This was quite awkward.

Not only were their fights awkward, those waiting outside were left speechless.

…”Why is it dragging on like this?

With Tang Yan’s abilities, this shouldn’t be happening.

Even I would have trouble with his techniques,” said the golden Daoist with a sense of loss, only for the Anhe Daoist to reassure him, “Judging by the external aura, there hasn’t been much change in either party.

The situation seems stable, which isn’t good news for the sword cultivator.

Perhaps Tang Yan is just trying to secure a solid victory?”

The golden Daoist shook his head; he knew not to be wishfully thinking.

His greatest fear was coming true;

In the Wu Sect’s internal and not publicly disclosed contests, including the True Disciples, none could withstand Tang Yan for a moment.

This was still the result while he held back out of consideration for his fellow sect members, making it not even a match of equals.

But now, as time had dragged on for several moments without any change in the aura displayed on the landscape diorama, it might not be due to a stable approach at all.

The greater possibility was that they were equally matched?

With no other options available, they could only console themselves, reasoning that in battles between magic cultivators and sword cultivators, the longer the fight drags on, the more it tends to favor the magic cultivator.

This is because if explosiveness can’t determine the outcome, the one with a wider range of knowledge and more techniques at their disposal is more likely to prevail.

While they were secretly worried here, the same was true on the other side,

Li Chuping furrowed his brows, “This has dragged on for too long, it’s not in his nature.”

Daoist Anhe, on the other hand, was quite optimistic, “At least he hasn’t been outmatched, has he?

Hou Niao truly lives up to his reputation as a prominent disciple of the Shan Sect and a distinguished cultivator of Anhe.

To entangle with a figure like the Heavenly Kui Star for such a time and still remain strong is not something just anyone can accomplish.”

Li Chuping didn’t care to elaborate, for Daoist Anhe didn’t understand Hou Niao, nor did he understand sword cultivators; not being able to decide the victor after a long period was the most dangerous situation, one where it would be more reassuring for him if he were slightly at a disadvantage instead.

Outsiders find it hard to comprehend the explosive power of sword cultivators and fail to understand that this explosiveness also needs the support of mana and Divine Soul.

In this sense, revealing signs of defeat earlier at least allows for a fierce struggle, but if one shows signs of defeat after a prolonged period, they might not even have the energy left to struggle.

Having cultivated for over a hundred years and with personal experiences to draw from; he had also seen analyses within the sect regarding certain historical failures of sword cultivators.

Most of these analyses shared a common feature: the battle dragged on indefinitely until mana was nearly depleted, the spirit weary to the bone, and the will starting to waver.

At such a time, even the desperate and reckless tactics of the Shan Sect might not unleash much power, signaling the beginning of the end.

Logically, with his experience and wisdom, with countless battles under his belt, he shouldn’t fail to understand this principle.

Here he was, inevitably thinking all sorts of thoughts, despite previous efforts to dissuade him.

At heart, he still hoped this man would make a surprising breakthrough as he had done over the years.

Yet, as time went on, this confidence quietly eroded, and he began to second-guess whether he should have allowed him to engage in a fight to the death at all.

A rather useful man, though with countless faults, had one redeeming quality: his decisiveness and efficiency in handling affairs, which overshadowed all his flaws.

There were other real troubles waiting for him to handle; losing him here would indeed be pointless and meaningless.

As his mind wandered, a clear voice came from behind, “When he entered, he asked me whose idea it was to set the battlefield in the Pocket World?”

Li Chuping’s mind stirred, and Daoist Anhe next to him took the cue, “It’s not exactly clear whose idea it was, to begin with.

The Wu Sect wanted it to be at White Fungus Mountain as a way to soothe the souls of the departed; then Gu Daoist and I thought that having a duel there might attract too many passing cultivators, potentially causing accidents?

So, Gu Daoist suggested, why not just create a Pocket World above White Fungus Mountain, killing two birds with one stone?

I thought, since the control over the sensitive Pocket World has always been in the hands of our North An lineage, we could be sure the other side couldn’t play any tricks, so I agreed.

Why do you ask?”

Both were still a bit slow to react, Daoist Anhe because he was too familiar with the Pocket World to consider anything amiss, as if everything were to be expected; Li Chuping because he knew nothing about the Pocket World…

But there was someone who maintained her composure, Daoist Yan spoke softly, “What he means is, the decline of the sensitive Pocket World is actually his own doing.

With this premise, why would the other side still choose the sensitive Pocket World?

Aren’t they worried it might give him an advantage?

There are many Pocket Worlds on the Continent, not just this one!”

Li Chuping’s gaze sharpened, “What do you mean, An little friend?”

Daoist Yan smiled broadly, “I mean that perhaps the current situation is exactly what he intended?

He wants to see how the other side plans to use a declining Pocket World?

Maybe set a trap at the same time?

Intuitively, I’ve always felt that there will be a quite unexpected outcome, something we cannot foresee…

Uncle Master Li need not worry, that man is extremely crafty; who knows what kind of sordid plan he’s thinking of…”