Chapter Eighteen Never Less

  It's as heavy as a mountain, the material of Panlong Stick comes from the refined iron of Beihai, not only is it exceptionally hard, but its weight is also several times heavier than ordinary iron. With the complex array attached, although Panlong Stick does not have the power to strike dragons, it can still shatter small mountains with one blow. Shen Cong's body is different from that of ordinary people, and in terms of defensive power, he can be said to be the best among the outer door disciples.

  But once the body is hit by Panlong stick, Shen Cong will definitely be seriously injured to death, and there is no other possibility. Shen Cong understands this point, Sun Lin holds the Panlong stick, and it's even more clear.

  The stick pointed straight at Shen Cong, and Sun Lin suddenly accelerated after approaching a few steps. The thick atmosphere filled the surroundings, and Shen Cong's body involuntarily slowed down. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Panlong stick had already driven in, striking Shen Cong's heart with a fierce blow. Sun Lin said he wanted to kill Shen Cong, it was not a joke or an idle remark, now that he had the chance to kill him, what else could he hesitate about?

  "Boom!"

  A dull thud, Shen Cong's figure flew out to the side, the broad Dragon Bird Knife continuously trembling, but Shen Cong's palm was exceptionally steady. The fatal blow was blocked by the thick blade of the Dragon Bird Knife, Shen Cong's speed had never been fast, and under the aura of the Panlong Staff, he couldn't speed up or dodge. Since that was the case, there was only one option: a hard collision. Fortunately, the Dragon Bird Knife did not disappoint Shen Cong.

  Although the grade is far inferior to Panlong stick, but in terms of hardness, the Longque knife with unknown materials is indeed a strange object. It can withstand the impact of a fourth-grade treasure without breaking, and even a third-grade treasure does not dare to claim such ability.

  "Hmm, this knife is interesting. I thought it was just an ordinary knife before, but now I didn't expect that there would be another world in it. Fellow brothers and sisters, can you see any subtlety in it?" Gai Luobang showed a hint of unusual color, while the expressions of several other elders were also somewhat inexplicable.

  "What's so special about it, it's just a slightly harder ordinary artifact. Under the Panlong staff, it can block a few blows at most?" Mo Han sneered, the Panlong staff was given by him, and he naturally understood its power clearly. Although Sun Lin couldn't exert his full strength, it wasn't something that an ordinary artifact could withstand, even if it were a top-notch one."

  Luo Qianyun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Why don't we stop the duel between the two of them? They are both top disciples of the outer sect, and continuing to fight will only lead to more injuries. It is also not in line with the interests of the sect."

  "It's a big competition outside, where is the reason to stop at will. If it's always like that, what's the point of having such a competition. Since entering the Fantasy Alley, one must have the awareness of being killed. Shen Cong had also killed several people before, since killing people, being killed is also a matter of course."

  "That Sun Lin holds the Panlong staff is unfair from the start!"

  "It's fate, what's unfair about it? Even if you die, it's still your fate!" Mo Han retorted coldly, leaving Luo Qianyun momentarily speechless. It wasn't that Luo Qianyun wanted to defend Shen Cong, but rather she didn't like Mo Han's overbearing attitude. However, since the sect leader remained silent, it seemed he was tacitly approving of this situation.

  In the hearts of the elders, Shen Cong was already a dead man. The two had different levels of skill, and Sun Lin was even more superior now that he possessed the Panlong Staff. He could be considered the number one outer disciple, and even among the inner disciples, Sun Lin's current strength was not bad. Thinking of this, the crowd's gaze towards Shen Cong carried a hint of pity. His strength was still decent, but unfortunately, he had encountered someone he shouldn't have.

  The atmosphere in the Phantom Alley solidified, and Shen Zong blocked Sun Lin's fatal blow. Although Sun Lin was shocked in his heart, he didn't have too many feelings. The Dragon Bird Knife had an excellent appearance, but the nature of a common object couldn't be changed. It could block one or two attacks, but could it block three? Moreover, each attack from Pan Long Gun would be more exaggerated than the last, until finally, its power was like a thousand junctures.

  "Ugh!"

  Quickly catching up to Shen Cong's footsteps, another stick was handed over, and a wailing sound directly echoed in the air, as if mourning, but more like cheering for the dead. His hands moved with his body, and every part of his strength burst out, just this one stick, Sun Lin was not ashamed of being called the first outer door.

  Shen Cong no longer continued to use the Long Que knife to block, and the Long Que knife was not ordinary. Although it had been made with unknown materials that increased its hardness, there were still other ordinary irons within the blade that could not withstand several impacts. As Shen Cong dragged the Long Que knife beside him, his stiff body suddenly seemed like an old man who had drunk too much wine, stumbling backward in a disorderly and irregular manner for ten steps.

  His footwork seemed effortless, but with each step, a deep footprint was left on the ground. Drunken Fist, Unintoxicated Heart - this set of drunken steps was only the most basic and ordinary martial art, yet Shen Cong managed to bring out a new style from it.

  Under the traction of the air machine, Pan Long's stick was like a shadow following his shape, not confused by Shen Cong's body shape at all. The target was directly pointing to Shen Cong's heart, and he would not stop until he died. The stick shadow in mid-air made ten virtual shadows in a row, and its momentum did not decrease but increased, reaching the most peak state.

  This is not Sun Lin's skill, but the special ability of Panlong Gun as a fourth-grade treasure. Shen Cong knew that the treasure was fierce, but he didn't know it was so magical. If this were before Shen Cong's closed-door training, then with this one move, Shen Cong would undoubtedly die, and the best result would be mutual destruction.

  Sun Lin's face revealed a hint of a cold smile, the more Shen Cong resisted, the happier he became, because only in this way could killing Shen Cong bring him the greatest pleasure. And now, it was time to reap the fruit.

  The inverted dragon bird knife shot up into the sky, and the true energy of Shen Cong's internal elixir began to surge violently, flowing through his limbs and gathering into the dragon bird knife. The already heavy blade became several times heavier, and its oppressive momentum shattered Sun Lin's smile. The previous drag marks on the ground seemed to have become an extension of the blade, as the knife energy burst forth, directly disrupting the stick shadow, causing both men to retreat simultaneously. Sun Lin took three steps back, while Shen Cong took five.

  Sun Lin was shocked, and the many elders in front of the Water Mirror also looked somewhat moved. The power of the second-stage combined with the fourth-stage treasure instrument, although small, had some might, but it was nothing more than that. However, this power, when facing other low-level warriors and Taoist priests, would absolutely sweep them away like a broom, but now, unexpectedly, Shen Cong had managed to hold his own against it, only slightly falling behind.

  The true energy of the Nourishing Life Classic flows through the meridians, repairing all the aftereffects of previous collisions. Although the Nourishing Life Classic is insufficient in attack, it far surpasses other same-level heart methods in nourishing the body and spirit. Now that Shen Cong has practiced it to perfection, the circulation and transmission of true energy is even more unimpeded, and with a mere thought, the true energy within his body moves naturally.

  The true energy flows and surpasses others by a few points, and these few points are especially important in the battle. The Dragon Bird Knife is trembling, and the true energy is flowing in it. Shen Cong feels excitement rather than fear from the knife. The Dragon Bird Knife is excited, and so is Shen Cong.

  "Fight!"

  Shen Xing took the initiative to launch a surprise attack for the first time, and the broad Dragon Bird Knife almost covered all the light, striking down at Sun Lin's Tian Ling Gai. There was no heavy aura of Pan Long Quan, but there was an unstoppable overbearing aura within. Sun Lin was shocked in his heart, and before his body had fully recovered, he had to raise his stick and sweep it out.

  "Boom!"

  The air seemed to explode, blowing up the clothes of both people, and the ripples spread layer by layer through the skin to all parts of the body. The blood flow seemed to stagnate, followed by a sour numbness that swept across the body, making it difficult to move even slightly, and the exerted strength was reduced by several points.

  The true energy combed through, and the numbness in Shen Cong's body suddenly subsided. His physique was originally stronger than Sun Lin's, and his complete nourishing technique also worked faster than Sun Lin's. Moreover, his ability to warm up his physique had left others' mid-grade heart techniques far behind. In just an instant, Shen Cong had recovered, while Sun Lin was still numb.

  "Fight again!"

  The dragon bird knife that had been knocked open was pulled back by Shen Cong, and with even greater force, it chopped down. The air seemed to be split in two, as if they too began to fear and dodge. Sun Lin's face was full of incredulity, previously in the confrontation he hadn't been injured, but his body had been shaken by a massive power, and now still hadn't recovered.

  Sun Lin naturally didn't believe that Shen had recovered. If he hadn't recovered, why could he still wield his sword with such great force, and even more swiftly than before? It didn't make sense, but the reality in front of him was the greatest truth. Whether Sun Lin believed it or not, the massive blade of the Dragon Bird Knife was already closing in on him.

  "Get out!"

  Sun Lin let out a loud roar, and his already numb body unleashed a massive amount of power, colliding fiercely with the Long Que knife. The power of the fourth-grade treasure burst forth, sending Shen Cong flying out, and as soon as he landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood foam. It wasn't Sun Lin's strength that was so formidable, but rather the fourth-grade treasure being too powerful, and under its explosive potential, the Pan Long staff's might was once again unleashed to an even greater extent.

  Shen Cong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Sun Lin in the distance, a faint smile appearing on his lips. This smile made Sun Lin's heart tremble, but what surged up more was anger. Having a fourth-grade treasure and still being beaten by Shen Cong like this, even if he hadn't been injured yet, the numbness in his body wouldn't be able to recover in a short time, especially after the explosion just now, which made his body feel extremely fatigued.

  "It seems the outcome is still uncertain!" Luo Qianyun's face revealed a hint of a smile, and the other elders also nodded slightly. Shen Cong's performance made them feel astonished, the perfect Nourishing Life Scripture was so powerful, and that exaggerated-looking knife was not bad either.

  "Hmph!" Mo Han snorted, clearly displeased. Gai Luobang's mouth curled up in a slight sneer - if it weren't for the Panlong staff, Sun Lin would have been beheaded by Shen Cong long ago and wouldn't still be standing there.

  Sun Lin's eyes stared tightly at Shen Cong, his hands gripping the Panlong staff, "You're forcing me, and you're also forcing yourself to walk down a dead end!"

  "Brother, why did you say that? Don't you always want me to die?" Shen Cong glanced at the Longque knife in his hand, on which some notches had already appeared. What made Shen Cong feel strange was that neither the blood from the person he killed nor his own blood had left any marks on the blade.

  "Sharp teeth and a sharp mouth, today I will fulfill you!" He said to himself, but didn't dare look at himself straight in the eye. Sun Lin was extremely irritated, and his Panlong staff danced out with a wave of ripples, sweeping towards Shen Cong, filling the sky with stick shadows. This was Sun Lin forcing out his potential, he would rather lie on the bed for several months, even exhausting his own potential, just to kill Shen Cong here.

  The shadows are dense and indistinguishable, it's impossible to tell which ones are real and which ones are fake, and it's even possible that they're all real. In the narrow passageway, there's no room to dodge, and using the blade to block is futile, the already worn-out Dragon Sparrow Sword will undoubtedly shatter.

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