Chapter 1745: Chapter 584: Iron Blood Berserk_4
The situation was a bit awkward for Ventéclair.
The female sword goddess of Tang Cang deftly manipulated the Aerial Sword Gang with her left hand, extending it to a length of seven or eight meters, nearly the length of a heavy dragon spear. Meanwhile, the flying sword she controlled with her right hand had an even more exaggerated attack radius, always lurking behind the Tenth Prince’s back, executing piercing thrusts with the most cunning and malicious arcs.
For the Tenth Prince, his Snow Iron Dragon could occasionally fend off the opponent’s flying sword, but the distance between them was seven or eight meters, way beyond the reach of his battle sword. Even if he had time to counterattack, he simply couldn’t reach the opponent.
The Finger Sword Technique could be used for long-distance attacks, but the opponent’s Aerial Sword Gang gave him no opportunity.
Currently, the female sword goddess of Tang Cang was fully on the offensive, while the Tenth Prince could only split his focus between attack and defense.
Although neither side could gain an advantage, Ventéclair indeed appeared more embarrassed on the battlefield.
Masters know how to control the fighting distance wisely, and the female sword goddess of Tang Cang was no exception. She kept sliding back elegantly, firmly controlling the best attacking distance and initiative, preventing Ventéclair from engaging in close combat.
This was a classic standoff fight, a common outcome when two swordsmen of closely matched strength compete.
Since neither side was likely to show a flaw, it was a matter of dragging on until one side made a mistake.
Liu Zhenhuan admired this female sword goddess. Considering her strength, if she hadn’t used the Sword Chant technique to force Ventéclair to split his attention and keep him from getting close for melee combat, she would have surely lost!
The initial probing attacks not only allowed Ventéclair to understand the opponent’s weaknesses but also made the female sword goddess aware of her shortcomings!
Now that this shortcoming has been addressed, this is what true mastery should be!
“Your Majesty, there’s no point in continuing the fight. They might get injured due to exhaustion, and that would be unfortunate.” The Fifth Prince sighed and said reluctantly to Old Liu, “I think it’s better to stop here. The ‘Six Veins Sword Gang’ of the Prince really opened my eyes!”
“If Ventéclair’s Finger Sword Technique were one level higher, or if he could cultivate one more finger’s Finger Sword, then your goddess’s ‘Three Generations Under One Roof’ would be doomed to lose.” Liu Zhenhuan also sighed. He could see that Ventéclair didn’t deceive him; this wily brat’s proficiency in the Finger Sword Technique was indeed as he claimed – he only mastered the Five-Finger Sword Gang, and the most powerful sword edge was only at level four. Find the newest release on noⅴelfire.net
“Cultivate one more finger? Ha… isn’t that the highest level of Six Veins? By His Majesty’s reasoning, if my sword goddess’ ‘Three Generations Under One Roof’ achieved the highest level of ‘Aerial Sword Gang,’ wouldn’t she certainly win?” The Fifth Prince was rather unhappy with Old Liu’s words and thus sneered.
“Highest level? No, no… We in Aegean have had someone cultivate all ten finger Sword Techniques. The ‘Aerial Sword Gang’ you’re talking about must refer to a flying sword capable of suddenly unleashing a sword edge in the air, achieving ultra-long-range attacks, right?” Liu Zhenhuan laughed, “At the same highest level, I’m afraid that the pair of silk flying swords can’t compare to our ten-finger Sword Techniques?”
“Although the ‘Six Veins Sword Gang’ has been lost among us silks, the human body only has six hand meridians, which Little Five is aware of. Who could cultivate the ten-finger Sword Techniques you speak of, Your Majesty?” The Fifth Prince laughed loudly; this Flower King was truly competitive, lying without blushing.
“Only six hand meridians?” Liu Zhenhuan almost choked.
In Aegean history, only the Death Overlord Samuel reached ten-finger Sword Techniques, followed by the Wild Ranger Aragon, who reached six-finger Sword Techniques.
If the human body only has six hand meridians, then how did the Death Overlord manage ten-finger Sword Techniques?
“Of course, only six meridians, hence the name ‘Six Veins Sword Gang.’ We are both intelligent beings under the same Xiang Pa; there’s no reason Aegeanians could have ten! I have a rudimentary understanding of medicine; don’t I even know this basic common sense?” The Fifth Prince reached out to touch Old Liu’s arm, laughing even more, feeling a sense of accomplishment in publicly debunking Flower King His Majesty’s falsehoods.
“Touch them again.” Liu Zhenhuan let Lampard and Fat Luo stretch out their arms for the prince to check their nerves.
“The same… all are six veins. Besides the five meridians in the right hand, the left pinky even has an extra Sanjiao meridian.” The Fifth Prince thought to himself, ‘You just won’t let it go, will you?’
“Damn!” At this moment, Liu Zhenhuan didn’t feel embarrassed. After what the prince said, he couldn’t help but wonder if the Death Overlord Samuel during the era of wars between gods and demons wasn’t actually human but a downright member of the Demon Clan!
The Wild Ranger Aragon, who reached the highest level of Finger Sword Techniques in history, only managed six fingers; there’s no reason the Death Overlord Samuel would be more talented than Aragon!
Only the Demon Clan and Aegeanians didn’t live under the same Xiang Pa, so their body structures might differ!
Liu Zhenhuan suspected that the Death Overlord, like himself, initially came as a spy, but due to some encounter had a drastic change in appearance, being mistaken for an Aegeanian, thus bearing the infamy eternally.
“Darn!” The Fifth Prince couldn’t help but curse.
The two swordsmen in the duel were already bloodthirsty, or rather, they were deeply immersed in the mysterious realms of swordsmanship, becoming inseparable!