Cultivation: Start From Simplifying Martial Arts Techniques



253 Refining Sword into Threads

Ruan Qiaojun and the other two watched the scene before them, especially when they heard Dai Fangxuan's words, their hearts were on edge. They were not only worried about Chen Fei's safety but also fearful for their own situation.

If Chen Fei lost, their lives would also be in jeopardy. How could they not be anxious and afraid?

Qu Yuanen licked his lips and looked at Ruan Qiaojun. At this moment, they couldn't take action yet, as the outcome was still uncertain. However, judging from the situation, although Chen Fei was also in the Aperture Tempering realm, he was undoubtedly much weaker than Dai Fangxuan.

But this was normal, considering he had just broken through to the Aperture Tempering realm not long ago. His strength was bound to be significantly lower compared to those experienced practitioners at the same level.

It would take a few years of cultivation to possibly raise his own combat power.

Inside the sword formation, the speed of the ten sword beads was getting faster and faster, and Dai Fangxuan's movements became slightly slower. Each sword bead was equivalent to a full-force attack from a peak Aperture Tempering realm practitioner. 2

Moreover, within the sword formation, there was no need to consider coordination between martial artists, so the combined power of the ten sword beads far exceeded the joint attack of ten Aperture Tempering realm martial artists.

And with the pull of the Zhongyuan Force Field, the Zhongyuan Sword Formation was truly worthy of the name of the Primordial Sword Sect's heritage.

However, all of this might not be enough to stop Dai Fangxuan's advance.

"Is that all there is? Primordial Chief, is this all you've got? You're really disappointing me! Why don't you show me the real strength behind your tough talk!"

Dai Fangxuan casually dispelled the attacks of three sword beads and stared directly at Chen Fei, wearing a mocking smile on his face.

Earlier, Chen Fei had spoken boldly, and Dai Fangxuan had thought that maybe Chen Fei had some hidden power, given his status as the chief disciple of Primordial. That title carried a lot of weight.

But now, a Zhongyuan Sword Formation, while impressive, was still just that. If it were other Primordial Sect elders using it, Dai Fangxuan might have already run far away.

But if Chen Fei only had this much power today, then Chen Fei's head would be his!

"As you wish!"

A faint gleam appeared in Chen Fei's eyes, and the spiritual tree in his Sea of Consciousness trembled violently. In the next moment, the sword beads in the formation underwent a sudden transformation, turning into threads of swords.

The ten sword beads disappeared within the sword formation, replaced by countless sword threads that surrounded Dai Fangxuan, trapping him within.

"Tss tss tss!"

The sound of sword threads slicing through the air was incessant. Dai Fangxuan's steps momentarily slowed down, and countless blades burst out from his body, blocking the encroaching sword threads.

The gleam in Chen Fei's eyes grew brighter, indicating that he had pushed his core soul energy to the limit.

For the past few days, Chen Fei had been thinking about how to improve his own strength. Besides the steady practice of refining the Zhongyuan Sword, enhancing the proficiency of the sword formation's operation had also become one of Chen Fei's goals. Fortunately, his core soul energy far exceeded his current cultivation level, making this possibility a reality.

While the sword beads were remarkable, Chen Fei felt somewhat dissatisfied with them. Turning his swords into threads had become one of Chen Fei's goals. Fortunately, his core soul energy far exceeded his current cultivation level, making this possibility a reality.

Of course, the Thousand Origin Heart Locking Technique played a crucial role. When he had fused the Thousand Threads Technique from the Alchemist Alliance in the past, he had inadvertently gained insights that had contributed to the development of his current sword formation.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."

Dai Fangxuan, who had initially appeared relaxed, suddenly grew serious. The power of the sword threads might not surpass that of the sword beads, but their attacking range was significantly larger.

Dai Fangxuan had easily dealt with the ten sword beads earlier, but now he had to concentrate fully.

Trying to approach Chen Fei step by step as he had done before was no longer so simple.

"Break!"

Dai Fangxuan shouted angrily, and the wind blades around him suddenly converged, then exploded with a resounding boom. The surrounding sword threads were shaken by this tremendous force, and what was once an orderly arrangement of threads now showed several gaps.

"Open!"

Dai Fangxuan coldly snorted and swung his spirit blade to cut through the sword threads in front of him, allowing him to break free from the encirclement.

Dai Fangxuan's figure flashed, taking advantage of the fact that the sword threads had not fully closed yet. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Chen Fei and swung his spirit blade horizontally.

Wind Breaking Slash!

The surroundings fell into complete silence. The blade sliced through the air without making a cutting sound, only a slight ripple spread along with the blade.

The Wind Breaking Slash was the ultimate killing move contained within his profound Wind Technique. You could only see the blade but not hear it. Once you saw the blade, it was already upon you.

In Chen Fei's eyes, Dai Fangxuan's spirit blade was gradually approaching, and the sharp aura emanating from the blade felt like it could blind his eyes with just a glance.

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion echoed, causing the ground within dozens of meters to tremble violently. Massive cracks extended from the point of impact.

Onlookers like Qu Yuanen instinctively covered their faces and shielded themselves from the flying debris. Then, they immediately looked back at the battlefield, eager to know the final outcome.

As the dust settled, a massive crater appeared where Chen Fei and Dai Fangxuan had been standing. At this moment, Dai Fangxuan held his spirit blade, pressing it against Chen Fei's Qianyuan Sword. The two of them were locked in a stalemate.

On the Qianyuan Sword, black threads swirled around the entire blade, vibrating continuously, blocking Dai Fangxuan's spirit blade. Even though Dai Fangxuan exerted more force, he couldn't break the Qianyuan Sword.

Dai Fangxuan's face darkened. Despite having the advantage in cultivation and weaponry, he found himself in a deadlock with Chen Fei. This situation was hard for him to accept.

"So, is this your full strength?" Chen Fei asked calmly.

"Kid, you don't have the qualification to be arrogant in front of me!" Dai Fangxuan snarled, the power within his six opened apertures surging.

The elemental force emanating from his spirit blade grew stronger as he attempted to crush Chen Fei's Qianyuan Sword or even cut it in half.

However hard Dai Fangxuan tried, the Qianyuan Sword remained immovable, with its black threads firmly guarding the blade. Even though Dai Fangxuan's spirit blade grew more powerful, he couldn't break through the sword threads' barrier in a short time.

"I just didn't expect that my greatest strength had been overlooked by myself all along!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Chen Fei's face. In the next moment, it seemed as if the roar of a dragon and an elephant echoed within his body. A tremendous force emerged on the Qianyuan Sword, sweeping toward Dai Fangxuan.

Dai Fangxuan had been attempting to suppress Chen Fei, and the sudden surge of force caught him off guard. His entire body was lifted, and he involuntarily retreated backward, leaving himself wide open.

Taking a step forward, Chen Fei caused the ground to tremble, driving the Dragon Suppressing Elephant. The resonant sound of the dragon and elephant filled the air as the Qianyuan Sword thrust toward Dai Fangxuan.

"Boom!"

The tip of the Qianyuan Sword pierced Dai Fangxuan's blade, and a surge of power flowed. Dai Fangxuan couldn't withstand this force either, and his body shook as he took several consecutive steps back, channeling the force into the ground.

Deep craters formed under Dai Fangxuan's feet with each step, illustrating the magnitude of the force he had just endured.

Dai Fangxuan stared incredulously at Chen Fei. What kind of power was this? The Primordial Sword Sect's Giant Spirit Sword? But he had never heard of the Zhongyuan Sword and the Giant Spirit Sword being simultaneously cultivated.

Moreover, the Giant Spirit Sword did not seem to have this type of attack. What Chen Fei had just demonstrated appeared to be more about physical strength.

Moreover, the Giant Spirit Sword didn't seem to employ this kind of attack style. What Chen Fei had just displayed appeared to be more about physical strength. Chen Fei's figure flashed, not giving Dai Fangxuan any more time to think. He appeared in front of Dai Fangxuan and swung the Qianyuan Sword down.

"Bang!"

Dai Fangxuan's arm trembled, and his hand split open at the palm. He moved his feet backward, trying to create distance between himself and Chen Fei while transferring the force he endured into the ground.

However, Chen Fei didn't give Dai Fangxuan a chance. Roaring like a dragon and elephant, the Qianyuan Sword struck relentlessly, continuously chopping at Dai Fangxuan's blade.

After ten strikes, Dai Fangxuan's throat quivered, and he couldn't hold back the surge of blood any longer; he spat it out.

The immense force exerted by the Qianyuan Sword kept increasing with each strike, and Chen Fei didn't give Dai Fangxuan any opportunity to unload the force. All the force was relentlessly applied to Dai Fangxuan's body.

Martial artists in the Aperture Tempering realm had undergone the tempering of elemental energy, making their physical bodies much stronger than those in the Body Tempering realm. However, there was still a limit to how much they could endure, and they couldn't withstand such continuous onslaught.

Ruan Qiaojun and her two companions had delighted expressions on their faces. Although they couldn't understand many aspects of the battle, they could still judge the outcome. It was evident that Chen Fei had completely suppressed Dai Fangxuan, leaving him powerless to resist.

Qu Yuanen and the assassins from the Rain Tower, on the other hand, wore stunned expressions. They hadn't expected such a drastic turn of events.Author updates n0velfuIlb0ok Weren't they just saying that Chen Fei had recently broken through to the Aperture Tempering realm, making this the weakest period for him? How was it that Dai Fangxuan was now being dominated?

"Ah!"

A painful cry echoed as Dai Fangxuan's left arm flew into the air. At some point, it had been severed by a sword, and blood mist filled the air.

Chen Fei remained expressionless. The battle was far from over; one severed arm was not enough.

"Explode!"

Dai Fangxuan glared fiercely at Chen Fei and shouted angrily. Suddenly, the severed arm in mid-air exploded in a burst of blood and flesh, sending bone fragments and gore hurtling toward Chen Fei.

Chen Fei furrowed his brows slightly and used his sword threads to block the incoming flesh and blood. Seizing this momentary gap, Dai Fangxuan twisted his body, forcefully breaking free from Chen Fei's suppression.

"I will seek vengeance later!" Dai Fangxuan's cruel voice echoed as his figure turned into a blur, escaping into the distance.

"Why wait for later? Let's settle it today!" Chen Fei declared.

A sword thread brushed across the foreheads of Qu Yuanen and the assassins. Chen Fei's figure flickered, chasing after Dai Fangxuan.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures disappeared from the view of Ruan Qiaojun and her companions. Ruan Qiaojun and her friends exchanged uncertain glances, unsure of what to do, so they chose to wait in place.

After fifteen minutes, Chen Fei returned with a furrowed brow. Despite using the Chasing Soul Steps and even incorporating the Wind Gathering Technique, he had still fallen slightly short.

After piercing through Dai Fangxuan's chest, Dai Fangxuan had managed to escape by burning his own blood essence.