Chapter 259: Chapter 153: The Terrible Color of the Dense Forest, The Shadow of Mirror Immortal Gu
Possessing over ten thousand population, and hundreds in the Earth-digging Realm, the Mirror Immortal Camp.
Facing a mere medium-sized camp with a population over a thousand, could it get into trouble?
Although he still held Xia Hong in high regard, at the moment the other said this sentence, Yuwen Hu still thought, this guy must be crazy.
But very soon, his opinion changed.
The reason was Xia Hongâs speed!
Xia Hong charged at him first, reaching him almost instantly, and after a flash of suspicion in Yuwen Huâs eyes, he hastily raised his broadsword to block.
Bang...
The slender Yi Blade did not cleave at him as he anticipated.
At the moment Xia Hong was about to reach his face, he actually withdrew the Yi Blade, switching to a slanted sweep kick.
Can flesh and a broadsword collide and win?
The answer lay in that one booming sound.
Pfft...
At the instant that slanted sweep kick collided with the broadsword, Yuwen Hu only felt as if a great mountain was rolling towards him, his tiger mouth splitting, nearly losing grip of the broadsword.
His whole body retreated one or two meters, the powerful momentum causing the blood in his chest to flow in reverse. If not for his vast combat experience, knowing not to lose heart, he would have definitely spewed a mouthful of blood.
"How could his strength, in just these few days, this is impossible..."
That sweep kick left Yuwen Huâs mind in a daze.
"Father, be careful!"
Even needing a reminder from his son Yuwen Dao, he only then noticed Xia Hongâs next move, his pupils suddenly shrinking.
Xia Hong hadnât completely withdrawn his Yi Blade, he had only left it behind, waiting for the sweep kick to push him back, then flipping his body, both hands gripping the Yi Blade, slashing towards his neck.
This kidâs combat talent is terrifyingly strong!
Recalling the situation from the last confrontation, Yuwen Huâs heart trembled slightly, the broadsword across his front, sweeping fiercely at Xia Hong, attempting to force him back.
Whoosh...
Yuwen Huâs broadsword was already big, adding to his strength, the horizontal sweep bringing a fierce wind, making Xia Hongâs face sting painfully.
Watching the broadswordâs sweeping double-edges approaching, a gleam flashed through Xia Hongâs eyes, gritting his teeth and lowering his head, using his knees to forcibly lift one side of Yuwen Huâs broadsword upwards slightly.
The broadswordâs side shifted upward by an inch, no longer with its edge facing Xia Hong, but the flat of the blade.
Xia Hong slightly turned his body, using his back to receive the sword, while his hands tightly gripped the Yi Blade, still swiftly slashing towards Yuwen Huâs neck.
"This kid intends to trade injuries for a kill!"
Seeing through Xia Hongâs intent, a drop of cold sweat seeped from Yuwen Huâs forehead, at such a critical juncture, he couldnât possibly turn the bladeâs edge around again.
He could only retreat!
But Xia Hong didnât even give him a chance to retreat.
Whizz...
The slender one and a half meter long blade flashed with a weak yet deadly glow, the sharp cry of the blade piercing ears like a silver needle, Yuwen Hu felt a piercing pain from his neck, his heart skipping a beat.
Too fast!
Xia Hongâs Yi Blade, was simply too fast.
Realizing he couldnât dodge at all, a ruthless glint appeared in Yuwen Huâs eyes, he released the broadsword abruptly, lowering his head quickly, using his neck to catch the Yi Blade, then reaching out with both hands to seize Xia Hong.
"How can you alone overturn the skies!"
Yuwen Hu shouted in a deep voice, both hands gripping Xia Hongâs arms tightly, not allowing him to budge an inch.
"Cold Resistance Level skin layer, I forgot about that!"
Seeing Yuwen Huâs neck bleeding yet his strength showing no sign of weakening, Xia Hong immediately understood that his Yi Blade had not caused him much harm.
Indeed, his own Reshaping Skin progress was only at fifty-six percent, and the skinâs hardness was already phenomenal, while Yuwen Hu before him was a true Cold Resistance Level mighty force with a completely remodeled skin!
Clang... Crack... Clang......
Countless blades and swords struck upon Xia Hong, producing sounds of metal and stone clashing.
Yuwen Hu, even willing to have his neck injured to restrain Xia Hong, was, of course, for a reason.
Among the hundreds in the Earth-digging Realm, the strongest among them had already seized the moment as the two clashed, gathering before Xia Hong.
Their hands wielding either blade or sword, all of them mustered full power to cut at Xia Hongâs body.
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However, surprisingly, even though their strength had reached the thirty thousand pound limit, and four of them had begun remodeling their skin, surpassing thirty thousand pounds of strength.
Yet none of them could break through Xia Hongâs body.
"Everyone, scatter, use bows, shoot his eyes!"
Yuwen Hu shouted angrily, the initial satisfaction of restraining Xia Hong vanished without a trace upon seeing this.
"Dull skin, not fully remodeled phase, how does it have such a strong defense, only six days, his strength, skin progress, how could it change so much!"
An ordinary Earth-digging Realm couldnât break through the defense, unless stacking lives, wearing Xia Hong down to exhaustion, but such losses, even the Mirror Immortal Camp couldnât afford them.
Yuwen Hu ordering everyone to spread out was a quick response.
But Xia Hong at this time, broke free from his grip.
"Werenât you just saying, I was going down today!"
Xia Hongâs voice was incredibly deep, having not only broken free from Yuwen Huâs hands but also retracting the Yi Blade, turning his body sharply, charging straight into the dispersing crowd.
With a basic strength of one hundred thousand pounds, Xia Hong charging into the crowd was like a fierce tiger pouncing into a flock of sheep, those not yet dispersed, as if ready to be slaughtered cattle and sheep.
Splat... Splat...
In the midst of the dense forest, a massacre feast began instantly.