Chapter 165: Blood Boiling

  "I recognize you, you're Zhang Shan, you've arrived a bit late."

  Looking at the young man walking forward with a slow pace, he stroked the goose feather knife in his hand and said.

  Zhang Shan walked up to him three zhang away and stopped, looking at the knife in his hand: "The knife is not bad."

  Yanling knife, similar in style to the Japanese sword on his previous earth, with a thick back and thin blade, and a longer handle that can be held with both hands.

  "My sword's name is Blood War, I am Chen Zhilong, from the Astonishing God Palace."

  He proudly said, using his hand to flick the blade of the goose feather knife, which let out a dragon's hum.

  "This guy seems a bit fake."

  Zhang Shan curled his lip and stared at him: "Are you here specifically waiting for me? Did we know each other before?"

  "We don't know each other, but our masters do. The old man said that sooner or later he'll kill your master, that cheap person. Before that, let me slaughter her disciple first."

  Chen Zhilong sneered and smiled: "In order to avoid missing it, I rushed here at full speed, preparing for a big battle. Unexpectedly, I waited for an unqualified opponent."

  Zhang Shan's face turned cold, and he already understood in his heart that it seemed to be the disciple of the master's enemy family, and they were going to take advantage of this opportunity to deal with him.

  The true martial realm is eightfold, and Zhen thinks that eating has fixed his own inadequacies.

  He sneered with a smile: "Looking at your mouthful of nonsense, you and your master usually eat feces for a living, right? Trouble you to rinse your mouth after eating, otherwise it's really smelly."

  Chen Zhilong's eyes twitched: "No one has ever dared to speak to me like that, I'll chop you up into minced meat, piece by piece, and make you regret being born in this world."

  "If you want to fight, come on over. Otherwise, get out of the way. A good dog doesn't block the road." Zhang Shan shouted with a smile.

  Chen Zhilong snarled with a smile: "Fine, fine, then let this trash see the ferocity of my Blood Battle Knife."

  As they spoke, the goose feather knife was raised and a three-meter-long knife aura fell towards Zhang Shan.

  Zhang Shan raised an eyebrow, his sword flashed and a whip-like slash greeted him.

  A deafening thunder-like sound echoed through the air, and within a radius of ten zhang, the air was distorted. The aura flew wildly in all directions, and a fierce gale raged on.

  The two were evenly matched and neither had the upper hand.

  "Distant attacks can still be withstood, but what about close-range ones?"

  Chen Zhilong let out a cold snort, took a step forward, and appeared in front of Zhang Shan with the speed of a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The goose feather knife in his hand flashed with a cold light, slashing down towards him. Before the knife even reached him, the killing intent emanating from it seemed to take on a life of its own.

  Zhang Shan let out a low growl and made a swift and unadorned horizontal sweep, his blade seemingly slow but actually fast as it swept across the edge of his opponent's sword.

  Clang!

  Chen Zhilong's sword body shook, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face. He was clear about the force of his own slash, but under his opponent's sweep, he was actually directly brushed away by the other's sword.

  Suddenly retreat and then suddenly advance again, with a forward momentum, swing the knife straight down.

  A sound explosion occurred in the air, and a ripple-like distortion appeared three feet away from the blade, showing how swift this slash was.

  Zhang Shan's pupils contracted, his true yuan burst forth, and the sword flashed across a beautiful arc, once again blocking the knife.

  Clang!

  A clear and crisp sound of clashing swords echoed through the entire mountain path.

  Chen Zhilong took a step back, his eyes scrutinizing Zhang Shan, and the disdain inside him was gone.

  "Indeed, you have some skills. To be able to achieve this at the fifth level of Zhenwu Realm is truly beyond my expectations."

  At this time, many figures emerged from the forest at the foot of the mountain, each keeping a safe distance, staring at the two people facing off on the mountain path.

  Some of the contestants who were on their way up the mountain path also stopped and looked back at this duel.

  "Beyond your expectations? Well, let me surprise you even more!"

  Zhang Shan let out a loud shout, the Wuji Star Luo Bu unfolded, and in an instant appeared in front of Chen Zhilong, with Cang Feng slashing down from above, leaving behind a residual shadow.

  "So fast!"

  Chen Zhilong's mind flashed with this thought, and the Goose Feather Knife met it head-on with all its might.

  Under the clash of swords, the aura burst open, and the stone steps under Chen Zhilong's feet shattered like a spider web, his ankles sank directly into the ground three inches, and the blood in his chest churned.

  "Not good, this sword is too heavy! Can't take it head-on." Chen Zhilong was shocked in his heart.

  Now Zhangshan's physical strength can reach the power of eight elephants, and it is almost the same as the power of a true martial artist at the eighth level. If he uses his heavy sword to display his martial skills, even a true martial artist at the ninth level would not be able to surpass him in terms of attack power.

  Zhang Shan's body swayed again and reappeared on his side, once more slashing down with a diagonal cut that was neither fancy nor elegant.

  Chen Zhi Long did not dare to hard-receive again, his body rapidly moving left and right, forward and backward, using evasive tactics to respond.

  He was determined in his heart that as long as he found an opportunity to dodge Zhang Shan's fierce attack, he would take advantage of the situation and deliver a fatal blow.

  A series of sword clashes echoed incessantly, Zhang Shan wielded the Cangfeng, seemingly disorderly and randomly swinging his sword at his opponent, each stroke as heavy as a thousand jun and swift beyond compare.

  Brute force breaks cleverness; one strength subdues ten strategies is now his true portrayal.

  At this moment, Zhang Shan's swordsmanship seems to be full of flaws everywhere, but each of his swords is both ruthless and heavy. Chen Zhilong dare not hard-receive it, and borrowing force is also extremely difficult. Even if he sees the flaw, he can't grasp that fleeting opportunity.

  "Haha, True Martial Eightfold? But it's just that, and you still want to stay here and kill me? What a joke!"

  Zhang Shan burst out laughing, with an inexplicable tone of disdain in his voice.

  Chen Zhi Long's face was flushed red, although he had a three-level higher boundary than his opponent, he couldn't do anything about it, and the situation wasn't in his favor either. This made him, who always had high self-esteem, completely unacceptable.

  "Zhang's surname, actually forced me to this extent, but don't be too happy yet, just wait and see!"

  "Haha, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Are you hiding something that can still lay eggs? Do you think you're a hen?"

  "Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

  Chen Zhilong suddenly flashed back and retreated, his eyes wide with anger as he roared: "Soul Technique: Blood Boiling Frenzy!"

  As his roar grew louder, his skin gradually turned bright red, and then the aura on his body gradually rose upwards, emitting a beastly desire for flesh and blood.

  "Boiling Blood? That soul skill which boosts attack power exponentially by burning life?"

  Zhang Shan cautiously looked at his opponent's appearance and muttered to himself.

  "You're right, Zhang! Earlier, you relied on your heavy sword to fight me to a draw. Now, my attack power has increased several times over. You can go die!"

  Chen Zhilong looked up at the sky and burst out laughing wildly.

  "This soul skill consumes lifespan, no wonder you've only used it now. But is doing this really useful?"

  Zhang Shan sneered and said: "Not to mention whether you can win with this, even if you can, the transmission symbol will leave the arena, I can still do it."

  Chen Zhi Long smiled slyly: "Youngster, when you walked onto this mountain path, didn't you see the sign at the entrance? It clearly states that once on the mountain path, one cannot use transmission symbols to leave the arena."

  Zhang Shan was taken aback, earlier when he went up the mountain path, his attention was drawn to Chen Zhilong's murderous intent, and indeed he didn't see the signboard at the entrance of the mountain path. Now, Chen Zhilong was standing in the direction of going down the mountain, and even if he wanted to leave the mountain path, he would have to knock him down first.

  "So, Zhang, now you can go die!"

  Chen Zhilong let out a strange laugh, then roared loudly and pounced on Zhang Shan.