Yan Chuan let out a bursting shout in his heart. As Fan Defang flew by, he fiercely wielded his spear, executing the Soaring Snake Stab. The spear moved like a snake, with the spear tip targeting many of Fan Defang’s vital points such as the Dantian, heart, throat, and forehead.
Danger lurked everywhere!
Fan Defang was startled, but his reaction was swift. He used a Coiling Hand to deflect the spear, simultaneously twisting his body to completely avoid the strike.
His body moved like the wind, his waist like a snake, twisting his waist and following his shoulder.
What a grandmaster of the Swallow Sect, with such beautiful movements.
Yan Chuan praised silently in his heart, but the Floral Spear in his hand did not pause, continuously coiling the spear and executing Left and Right Circle Stabbing, each move aimed at Fan Defang’s vital parts.
One stab to the left.
Yan Chuan’s boxing skills were of divine mastery, and along with the excellence of ’Cheng Family Spear,’ he executed spear strikes that were swift and cunning, like a snake.
But Fan Defang was equally impressive.
With bare hands, he moved on the rooftop with side-turns, twists, spits, bends, surges, flips, rotations, sidesteps, hook drags, spirals, jumps, backs off smoothly, and bends with incredible agility, which Yan Chuan had never seen before.
Various techniques at his disposal, he adapted to the situation.
He managed to avoid all of Yan Chuan’s spear attacks.
Yan Chuan wielded the spear fiercely, but it was as if he was facing an agile swallow, always avoiding his strikes, unable to hit no matter what.
Speaking of ’Swallow,’ in Fan Defang’s movements, Yan Chuan saw even more—
"Embrace stance as Tiger Form, raise block as Horse Form, shoulder strike as Chicken Form, sit cross-legged as Snake Form."
Fan Defang’s Swallow Fist was incredibly solid!
After dozens of fierce thrusts.
This grandmaster of the Swallow Sect relied solely on dodging to establish his footing.
With a cold face, he said nothing, and then counter-attacked—
Kick, stomp, shove, rub, stomp, lift, sweep!
Chest thrust and belly tuck, with a haphazard step, light and natural.
Like an ape leaping, like a cat walking.
"Swallow Fist, Coiling Silk Leg!"
Under Fan Defang’s two legs, Yan Chuan’s Red Tassel Spear seemed to be caught in a whirlpool, entangled, unable to reveal its ferocity again.
After Fan Defang used evasion for defense, he found his footing and took things a step further, turning defense into attack!
"Long-ranged kick, close punch, body slam!"
"Long-range hand, close elbow, body lean!"
"High collapse, low smash, middle lunge!"
"Intercept, close in, continuous strike!"
Fist, palm, hook, claw, and twist!
Cloud Hand, smooth hand, encircling hand, flick hand!
Fan Defang’s hands moved like floating clouds, hiding their intent, launching three stealthy moves, cunningly and oddly, especially with his dual palms as knife hands, striking up and down, flicking, swinging, slicing, chopping without pause.
After stabilizing his footing, his momentum built, showcasing the subtlety of Swallow Fist, counterattack, side strike, twisting and rotating, blending offense with defense, attacking vital points, deploying defense and attack together, using both illusion and reality, with hands and feet striking simultaneously, attacking the upper, middle, and lower paths concurrently.
Yan Chuan wielded the spear, struggling to parry, temporarily falling into disadvantage.
"Speed, snipe, hidden, soft and hard, illusion and reality, variation!"
The essence of Swallow Fist was all in Fan Defang’s hands. Although Yan Chuan’s spear skills were not bad, before Fan Defang, the Swallow Fist completely restrained him.
Failing to stab or strike, it became a burden instead!
If it wasn’t for his recent mastery of ’Divine Movement Transformation,’ with rapid progress in movement technique, he might have been killed by Fan Defang several times already.
It wasn’t that Cheng Family Spear was inferior to Swallow Fist!
Rather, Yan Chuan was inferior to Fan Defang.
"Overestimating yourself, daring to act as a hero?"
Fan Defang had the upper hand, sneering, leaning, embracing, adhering, twisting, toppling, springing, deflecting, slashing, lifting, prodding, intertwining, striking, blocking, and parrying, moving like flowing water, seamless and cohesive, pushing Yan Chuan back, step by step.
Swallow Fist, the whole body as a method—
"Stepping around and collapsing thunder!"
This was an Absolute Skill.
Ming Energy, Dark Force, Cross Force, Opening and Closing Force, Shaking and Releasing Force, Spiral Force!
It’s hard to distinguish exactly which strengths were involved, but they were all within this stepping around technique, with one punch like collapsing thunder, the thunderous sound roaring, directly targeting Yan Chuan’s heart.
This was the strongest punch, the killing move of the Swallow Sect.
If used, it always hits!
If dead, it’s penetrating!
Yan Chuan was no exception. He abandoned his spear too late, watched as the punch struck true, but in a dying struggle, turned the spear in hand, gripping the spear tip, and stabbed straightforwardly at Fan Defang with simplicity—
"This punch contains twenty years of power, can you withstand it?!"
Fan Defang looked down with disdain, a Cloud Hand flicked, and the collapsing thunder struck right into Yan Chuan’s heart.
With this punch, Yan Chuan didn’t need to move, his internal organs would be shattered and twisted in an instant, with no chance of survival.
Yan Chuan endured Fan Defang’s Absolute Skill, with his heart faintly aching, but he was neither injured nor retreated, the spear tip in his hand like a short blade, flicked and stretched like a snake spitting its tongue, piercing Fan Defang’s throat.
This spear stab pierced through!
Fan Defang’s breath shortened, his whole body stiffened in place. The smile on his lips froze, stagnated, and slowly faded.
Yan Chuan was relentless, one foot on the ground, the other kicking, hitting Fan Defang’s chin, sending him flying, while Yan Chuan followed up with the spear—
The Floral Spear struck fiercely, piercing seventeen or eighteen holes in Fan Defang’s body.
"Having martial arts without virtue!"
Yan Chuan speared Fan Defang, touched his heart, overcome with fear, realizing even more that, although his boxing skills were already deep, compared to someone like Fan Defang, he was still far behind.
Spear lost, fist lost!
In the end, he had to rely on the ’Golden Silk Silkworm Armor’ to kill the enemy—
[Miracle Item·Golden Silk Silkworm Armor (Level 10): Woven from silkworm silk, hair, and golden silk monkey hair, it effectively defends against bladed weapons like knives and spears and reduces the damage from blunt force like staves, fists, and heavy hammers, as well as weakening the damage from Qi-Blood and special strengths. (Traits: tenacity, resistance, light and thin, evasion.)]
Since he relied on the ’Level 4 Golden Silk Silkworm Armor’ to block Du Hanfeng’s sneak attack and saved his own life, Yan Chuan had always focused on enhancing the ’Golden Silk Silkworm Armor.’
Yan Chuan has gradually developed the ’Six Harmonies Eight Techniques Fist,’ ’Five Forms Eight Techniques Fist,’ ’Divine Movement Transformation,’ and the nine supreme skills led by ’Golden Knife Palm Exchange Skill,’ acquiring a total of 1850 points of ’Spiritual.’
Yan Chuan invested 450 points all at once into the ’Golden Silk Silkworm Armor,’ elevating this ’Miracle Item’ to ’Level 10,’ gaining the traits ’light and thin’ and ’evasion,’ making the ’Golden Silk Silkworm Armor’ as thin as cicada’s wings, increasingly concealed and convenient. With the new ’evasion’ trait, its defensive power increased rather than decreased, not only able to ’resist’ damage from sharp and blunt weapons, but also able to block and deflect Qi-Blood and strength harms.
Golden Silk Silkworm Armor!
Is now genuinely treasure armor!
"You have divine skill!"
"I have treasure armor!"
Yan Chuan touched the intact, cicada wing-thin ’Golden Silk Silkworm Armor’ on himself and couldn’t help but smile. Then, gripping the Floral Spear with one hand and the corpse with the other, he leaped directly towards Fan Defang’s temporary lair.
Yan Chuan lost with the spear, lost with the fist!
But in the end, one for one, the dead, was Fan Defang!