Chapter 81

Chapter 82: Subjugation

A hint of surprise flashed in Changkong's eyes, clearly not expecting Zhao Heng to block his thunderous strike. To give Zhao Heng a shocking visual impact, Changkong had used nine-tenths of his strength for that strike and increased his speed to the maximum. However, he did not expect Zhao Heng to actually block it.

Although Zhao Heng retreated several steps, he ultimately managed to block it.

Zhao Heng's gaze grew more serious: That strike was incredibly powerful!

"Again!"

Zhao Heng shifted his thin blade, and his fighting spirit rekindled.

The light was blocked, then suddenly shot up into the sky. With a slight turn, Zhao Heng, like a dragon in flight, struck again from the air, aiming directly at Changkong's chest. The blade, like a snow lotus blooming on a snowy mountain, was cold and clear. Changkong's face grew more solemn; the previous block had left his arms slightly numb, and it took several shakes to recover from the shock.

Changkong had thought Zhao Heng would be exhausted, but to his surprise, Zhao Heng didn't even pause and launched another attack in the blink of an eye. A bitter smile crossed Changkong's pale face. He found it hard to imagine how Zhao Heng, after taking down so many people and withstanding a powerful strike, could still have so much energy. How could his strength be so terrifying?

"Clang!"

Liu Zhaoyi blocked Zhao Heng's second strike, unharmed but with a more serious expression.

Zhao Heng laughed and charged forward, raising his blade again. The dazzling blade light made everyone think it was a bolt of lightning splitting the sky. This strike left Changkong no choice but to block it. He focused his strength on his arm and suddenly thrust his spear, using almost eighty percent of his full strength.

Though it was a simple spear thrust, it created a loud wind, piercing through Zhao Heng's heavy blade.

As Zhao Heng's blade struck, seeing Changkong counterattack, his face showed no emotion. When the thin blade blocked the spear, he struck with his palm, hitting the short spear directly. His palm strike was extremely skillful, slicing the spear and then sliding along it, aiming for Changkong's chest.

Zhao Heng's speed was so fast that it was impossible to avoid.

Changkong only managed to block his chest with his left hand. When the palm struck, Changkong felt as if he had been hit by a thousand-pound hammer, flying through the air. He twisted his body and landed on his knees. Although he was not injured, he felt extremely exhausted, as if all his internal organs had shifted.

His blood and qi surged!

Zhao Heng also retreated four or five steps, gritting his teeth to calm his heart and qi. He then activated the trembling in his body to buffer his injuries and enhance his combat power. He attacked Changkong again. His moves were not flashy or showy, but each strike was extremely dominant, leaving no choice but to block.

Liu Zhaoyi finally understood the difference between himself and Zhao Heng. He still relied on speed, strength, and techniques to win, while Zhao Heng had reached a level of simplicity and effectiveness, where every move could take a life. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, wondering if Zhao Heng had been practicing martial arts since he was in the womb.

Zhao Heng was already a rare talent, and now he was a talent among talents.

Although Changkong felt helpless, he had a newfound respect for Zhao Heng. Even if he lost, he would do so with no regrets. After all, Zhao Heng had taken down the prisoners, the assassins, and then defeated him. His skills were enough for Changkong to look up to. How could he talk about conquering the world if he couldn't even defeat Zhao Heng?

Of course, this was his last resort. Without failure, he was more eager for victory. Being able to command a fierce general like Zhao Heng, wouldn't the world be within his grasp? Thinking of this, a glint of light flashed in Changkong's eyes, and he unleashed all his fighting spirit to battle Zhao Heng, determined to find an opportunity to defeat him.

"Again!"

Changkong growled and drew his spear in an arc. As he blocked another wave of Zhao Heng's attacks, he took two steps back and leaned against the wall. He then looked at the jade spearhead, like a young man in the throes of first love, gazing at his beloved: "Brother, you are indeed strong, the strongest I have ever encountered."

His eyes remained on the spearhead. The crystal was of the highest quality, clear and smooth to the touch. The feeling of caressing it was like caressing the skin of a lover, a comfortable sensation that immediately permeated every corner of his heart.

Weapons are not created for others to admire and praise, but for slaughter—hunting wild beasts and, more often, killing people. However, no one could easily associate the meticulously carved crystal spearhead with killing.

Liu Zhaoyi said calmly, "However, I will not give up easily."

At this point, he exerted a bit more force, filling his spear with power, and his entire body exuded an unprecedented and overwhelming fighting spirit. His obsession with winning also triggered a hint of malevolence in his heart. Changkong growled and shook his spear: "Brother, again! Let's see if the spear is faster or the blade!"

"Alright, again!"

Zhao Heng didn't waste words. The blade light was as graceful as a startled swan, as fast as thunder, and as swift as lightning.

Zhao Heng's blade followed one after another, each faster than the last. Seven consecutive strikes aimed directly at Changkong's silver spear. The blade light was cold and dark, the killing intent sinister, sweeping over the earth with an unstoppable force. In that moment, Zhao Heng seemed to have become the sole ruler of the world, with the power and authority to command the lives of all.

Liu Zhaoyi also laughed, his fighting spirit reaching its peak.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The blade light was like a rainbow, the spear's momentum piercing the air. Two streams of white light intertwined and clashed in the vast dining hall, producing a series of crisp "ding ding dang" sounds, rapid and swift, forming a heart-stirring and thrilling symphony.

Changkong's spear moved like lightning, thunder, and a fierce wind.

"I must win!"

This resolute voice had echoed in Changkong's heart seven times. Each time it echoed, his fighting spirit grew stronger, and his spear's momentum became more intense, displaying his dominance and ferocity. However, the malevolent aura on his face also increased, and his obsession with winning added to his psychological pressure.

At the same time, his pupils narrowed, following the path of Zhao Heng's blade movements rapidly.

He hoped to find a flaw in the equally powerful blade light. He firmly believed that as long as he could withstand Zhao Heng's continuous attacks, he would have a chance to strike a decisive blow when Zhao Heng was exhausted. Changkong couldn't believe that Zhao Heng's fighting power was endless.

Sure enough, after the thirteenth strike, Zhao Heng's blade momentum slowed, revealing a slight gap and a flaw. At this moment, Changkong began his counterattack. He turned his right hand, and the crystal spearhead flew straight out from the spear shaft, piercing through the gap in the blade light and aiming directly at Zhao Heng's indifferent face.

A smile appeared on Zhao Heng's face.

He had already calculated Changkong's move and had a plan to counter it. The spearhead entered the blade light, and just as it was about to pierce Zhao Heng's left shoulder, the dominant blade light suddenly changed, becoming impenetrable. The connection point of the spearhead was severed in that instant.

Liu Zhaoyi's killing intent rose uncontrollably.

He was blinded by rage!

He shook his spear, striking the detached spearhead.

At this moment, the crystal spearhead unexpectedly underwent a dramatic change: the clear and intricately carved spearhead suddenly "popped" and burst, the shattered crystal pieces, carrying immense force, rained down on Zhao Heng, capable of creating countless holes or even taking his life if they hit him.

Zhao Heng showed a hint of surprise, having not anticipated this move from Changkong.

This was Liu Zhaoyi's final, never-before-used move:

Better to shatter like jade than to remain whole like a tile!

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