Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 605 - 493 Fog Locking Tower + 494 Hatred of the Past_3

Chapter 605: 493 Fog Locking Tower + 494 Hatred of the Past_3

Anyone who could see her and her blade, even the razor-sharp glint on the blade’s edge, felt as if the slash could split the very heavens and earth.

But just by closing their eyes slightly, they could no longer sense any presence before them.

This contradictory tearing sensation made people feel extremely uneasy.

"If her blade were aimed at me, how should I deal with this attack that seems to be able to cut through anything but is undetectable?"

It was not only Zhao Zhongming who felt a chill in his heart.

The other old disciples, particularly those with keen sight, all fell silent at this moment.

Experts, in fact, didn’t even need to make a move. Just by observing a tiny clue, they could tell this woman was formidable and difficult to confront.

Fang Han’s eyes narrowed into slits.

With a cold voice, he said, "Lin Huaiyu, do you truly wish to challenge me? You should know that swords have no eyes, and if there’s accidental contact, it wouldn’t be very pleasant."

Lin Huaiyu responded gracefully, with a warm smile, "Three months ago, I almost had the opportunity to learn from you, Uncle Master. Unfortunately, at that time, my skills were not yet perfect, and I dared not ask you directly, retreating a hundred miles in a hasty escape..."

As she spoke, the smile on her face vanished, and her voice dropped like pearls on a jade plate, "This battle, delayed by three long months, I can hardly wait anymore. When we cross blades later, please do not hold back, Uncle Master. Use whatever abilities you have, else if something lacking occurs, it would be my fault."

"Good, it seems you all know."

Fang Han lightly drew his sword from its sheath.

He laughed out of sheer anger.

He laughed not only at himself for showing mercy that night but also at the ignorant young girl before him who simply did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Could it be that she thought, with just a brisk three months of training and learning some secret technique, she could match up to him?

That was certainly underestimating an elder of the Cloud Water Sect.

"Since that’s the case, let me show you what is called ’Fog Locking Tower.’"

As he spoke, although it seemed like he hadn’t moved, his figure had already vanished.

Within ten meters around Lin Huaiyu, a thin layer of mist enveloped everything, allowing one to see through it yet not making out the details clearly.

It was like a bronze mirror covered with a layer of white water trails.

She saw her own reflections, but couldn’t make out the true form.

Apart from the visual and perceptual barriers, the spectators around also felt a deep autumn chill that was etched into their bones.

This chill was silent and invisible.

Unlike Su Lianxue, whose attacks brought frost everywhere and chilled to the bone.

It was silently infiltrating, moistening without sound.

By the time one realized the presence of this chill, their blood was already circulating poorly, their limbs numb and stiff, even their brain seemed sluggish.

Clouds deep and fog dense, sword strikes without a trace, killing silently.

This was the unique aspect of Fang Han’s swordsmanship.

"Indeed a fine sword technique."

Lin Huaiyu didn’t bother to look for, or care about, the invisible and formless sword hidden within the mist, or where it might strike.

As her blade’s momentum gently rose,

A clear breeze entwined around her.

The breeze came softly, and the water was undisturbed.

Around her, unbeknownst when, appeared a pool of clear water.

Reflecting everything in the void like a mirror.

A pale white long sword stabbing toward her seemed to slow down immensely. Despite the sharp, piercing wind, it remained a foot away from her body, unable to come any closer.

"Splitting Light..."

Fang Han felt a slight agitation in his heart, realizing he had underestimated this female disciple.

The wind-controlling technique she had understood from the True Form Diagram was indeed profound and sublime.

Despite him having the advantage in the speed of his sword and motion technique, he still couldn’t land a blow.

There was only a foot’s distance, just an arm’s stretch would hit her.

Yet, this one foot seemed undoubtedly like an unbridgeable chasm.

What was most outrageous was that his secret technique, "Fog Locking Tower," facing this female disciple’s Perfect Blade Circle, regardless of the direction of attack, was all redirected by her blade into the clear lake, losing its hidden purpose.

It was as if every move he made was within her calculations.

All kinds of strategies and tactics had become a joke.

As he realized something was amiss, the gem on the hilt moved, absorbing True Qi, and a bright light appeared.

Suddenly, countless pale white swords emerged from the thin mist surrounding him.

Whizzing and stabbing all around.

All the sword lights seemed real,

dazzling not only the eyes but also beginning to muddle the mind.

This gem, undoubtedly, was what Uncle Fang Chengdong had brought out from the Secret Realm, specially to complement Fang Han’s Fog Locking Tower Cloud Smoke Sword Technique—it was a perfect match.

Although the level of the swordsmanship wasn’t high,

it could prematurely unleash a fraction of the might of the "Splitting Light Illusion" Sword Technique.

In his view, even if he encountered a Powerful Expert of Heavenly Resonance Rank Grandmaster level, just this move alone would leave the opponent unable to cope.

"Sky Splitter!"

Just as Fang Han believed he had secured the battle, he heard a fierce shout near his ear, and the air around him suddenly vibrated.

No,

it wasn’t just vibrating.

The wandering breeze around him, along with a pool of Bishui, all transformed into blade edges.

These blades tore through the air, cutting through illusions, unexpectedly originating from nowhere.

A slight smile had just appeared on Fang Han’s face when seven slashes struck his body.

Pfff...

A mist of blood rose up.

He didn’t even realize how he had been slashed as his body was spun around.

He felt pain in every muscle and internal organ, his long sword already flying out of his grasp.

When he finally crashed heavily to the ground, the intense pain reaching his heart, he found that his right arm, which held the sword, was gone.

And on his chest, abdomen, both rib sides, and even his back, there were long slashes.

Fortunately, these wounds were superficial; barely reaching the muscles and bones before stopping, they didn’t completely sever his body.

But even so, the injuries were severe.

He was just a fraction of strength away from dying on the spot.

"The disciple’s skills are unrefined, and I accidentally harmed Uncle Master with my weapon control. I am truly at fault, truly at fault."

Lin Huaiyu sheathed his sword, a timely look of regret appearing on his face.

The injuries on Fang Han’s body were neither light nor heavy; without three to five months of recuperation, he would have difficulty recovering.

Especially since the right arm was severed, even if the Cloud Water Sect had wondrous Elixirs and advanced medical skills, it wouldn’t be certain they could completely cure it.

Unless Zhou Ping’an personally intervened.

His Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique could stimulate endless vitality; such injuries were indeed trivial to him.

But why would Zhou Ping’an help?

He was certainly not the type to repay evil with good.

Originally, when he and Lin Huaiyu had hurriedly descended the mountain to escape from the Cloud Water Sect, staying in an inn overnight, they were attacked by True Disciple Fang Yu.

If it weren’t for their strong abilities, they would have been killed by Fang Yu then and there.

That night, after counterattacking and injuring Fang Yu, they chased him to the edge of a dense forest.

This Elder Fang Han from Caiyun Peak was hiding in the forest, nearly taking action several times.

Luckily, Zhou Ping’an’s Crisis Perception was strong enough to seize the moment Fang Han hesitated; taking advantage of the night, they escaped hundreds of miles and finally got out of danger.

Times had changed.

The balance of power between them had reversed, yet the deadly attack of that dark night was something Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu had never forgotten.

Having caught the opportunity, how could they not retaliate?

If it wasn’t for the concern that this was happening under the watchful eyes of many at the premises of the Cloud Water Sect, with the opponent having a deep background—which made it inappropriate to kill.

Lin Huaiyu would have likely slain him with one stroke

to avenge the past.

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