Chương 252: Battling Zhao Mingyue

Yaochi Tea Party. With the matter of Lin Zhenjie temporarily resolved, Zhao Mingyue turned to Song Que and asked:"Does Young Hero Song wish to challenge anyone else?" Since he wanted to prove his worth, he didn't mind making a huge commotion this time. Grandee Song pondered deeply for a moment before looking up at her with resolute eyes:"Miss Zhao, since this humble one debuted in the martial world, I have rarely met a match among my peers.

Since we are fortunate enough to meet today, I make bold to ask Miss Zhao for a few pointers."

"Insolent!"

"How rude!" Before Zhao Mingyue could even speak, her horde of brainless fanboys couldn't wait any longer and jumped out to hurl insults. It was as if Scumbag Song's words just now were a blasphemy against their goddess. A bunch of simps! Simping never ends well! Master Song inwardly despised them, and his mouth was equally unforgiving:"What's wrong? If any brother feels dissatisfied, you can come down here and enlighten me." The crowd hadn't forgotten Lin Zhenjie's wretched state just moments ago.

Among the youths here, Old Lin's strength was already considered top-tier. After all, within this age group, aside from true disciples of Grandmasters like Zhao Mingyue and Hui Wu—not to mention those with profound family legacies—the rest were at most Second-Tier, which simply wasn't enough in his eyes. Because of this, Du Ruhui breaking through to the First-Tier in his thirties was already praised as young and promising, receiving heavy nurturing from the Nine Rivers Alliance.

The general standard was exactly that. Without coming from a top-tier training faction, relying only on ordinary sect resources, wandering at the Second-Tier before the age of thirty was entirely normal. Reaching the First-Tier before twenty-five would earn you the label of a 'Genius' in the martial world, and only those reaching it before twenty were truly valued by all factions as 'Heavenly Talents.'

In the Yangnan Circuit, for instance, Geniuses were already few and far between, and currently, there was only one standard Heavenly Talent: the Blood Moon Enchantress before them. Because of this, aside from the people of the Heavenly River Sword Sect, Master Song feared no one here. As for those who had already broken through to the First-Tier, they were already formidable local tyrants who had no free time to lower themselves to hang out with a bunch of youths at this Tea Party.

From the moment he stepped in, he had secretly swept his Domain over the area. Aside from the adult man standing next to Mingyue, who was indeed a First-Tier expert, Master Song's strength absolutely crushed everyone else present. Thus, he didn't feel the slightest bit worried about making such a statement. And that was exactly the truth. The horde of simps only dared to bark; not a single one dared to jump down and seek punishment. Zhao Mingyue paid no mind to this. The Blood Moon Enchantress smiled and stood up.

Her long white dress fluttered as she gracefully floated down to the lake like a fairy treading the waves:"I am also quite interested in Young Hero Song's strength. I hope you will not disappoint me." From beginning to end, she never once glanced at that horde of simps. Grandee Song naturally had no spare time to pay attention to them either. His gaze turned grave as he focused on the front. Within his Domain's perception, Zhao Mingyue had inexplicably vanished completely.

In her place was a peerless divine sword radiating a shocking, penetrating aura, constantly releasing sharp sword intent that made his Qi lock onto her impossible. Furthermore, that terrifying sword intent began sweeping over with overwhelming momentum, making his skin crawl and all the hairs on his body stand on end. Facing an opponent of this caliber felt no different than when he faced that old dog Blood Robe and Du Ruhui. And yet, the other party hadn't even broken through to the 7th Grade yet.

Song Que's heart grew solemn.

"Miss Zhao, please enlighten me!"...

"Please!" The moment the words fell, Song Que's figure vanished from the spot, instantly appearing above Mingyue. His hand formed a vicious Eagle Claw, slashing fiercely to pierce her skull.

"Ahhh..." Witnessing such a terrifying scene, many in the pavilion screamed and covered their mouths in fear. But those were merely a minority of ignorant maids and servants like Qingzhu. The vast majority of the people here saw that not a single drop of blood flowed from Mingyue's figure, immediately realizing it was merely an afterimage. As expected, Grandee Song felt no joy after his strike supposedly connected. At that moment, the Domain behind his head frantically blared a warning.

Without a second thought, he spun around, his leg sweeping backward like a massive battleax. Mingyue's white silhouette flashed, appearing before him once more as she thrust out a sword strike. Find this and other great novels on the author's preferred platform. Support original creators! Clang! Song Que similarly threw a punch. Their powers were equally matched, though perhaps Zhao Mingyue had a slight edge. Both their bodies trembled slightly, and they each took a step back.

It had been a very long time since Master Song had felt a stinging sensation transmitted from his hand. The beauty opposite him didn't have it easy either. Seeing her brows knit slightly was enough to tell that Master Song's freakish strength was hard for her jade-like hands to endure.

"Not bad, take this!" The Enchantress's lips parted slightly, her voice as crisp and pleasant as striking jade. However, Song Que was in no mood to appreciate the beautiful face right beside him. At that moment, the sword light on her body blossomed. Her sword came alive like a flood dragon from her waist, firing out nine consecutive strikes aimed at several vital points on his body. How could Song Que dare to be slow?

The Moon in the Well saber flew from its sheath, transforming into a flash of white light, drawing a circle to entangle all nine sword strikes. Clang clang... clang... clang... After exchanging twenty rapid blows in mid-air, the two separated once more, landing on the stone pillars and taking deep breaths to recover their Qi.

"You are very good!" A look of admiration flashed across Mingyue's face. But I'm sorry to say this... Villain Song silently added a sentence for her in his heart as he seized the initiative to attack once again. His body soared up like an eagle spreading its wings, the Moon in the Well saber viciously chopping down like an eagle's beak. Clang! With a light thrust of the sword tip, Zhao Mingyue neutralized the saber's force.

Borrowing the momentum, she quickly shifted to the side, but Song Que's saber followed her like a shadow, entangling her once more. Clang clang... clang... The continuous ringing of clashing saber and sword echoed loudly. Facing Grandee Song's stormy, relentless saber technique, Mingyue had to temporarily avoid his sharp edge, stepping back three paces to completely disperse his saber's momentum. What terrifying reaction speed! Song Que was secretly alarmed.

Ordinary people encountering this fighting style of his would try to break technique with pure force, using a grand move to force him back. Yet Zhao Mingyue was breaking technique with technique! Her sword danced like a nimble fairy, striking the exact weak points of Song Que's saber moves every single time to block them. This level of insight and agility commanded his respect. Intending to test her limits, Master Song's saber accelerated even further.

Outsiders could barely see the flashes of their blades anymore; only the continuous, deafening metallic clashes proved that the two weapons still existed and were colliding. Clang... clang... clang... Bearing the brunt of the assault, the Blood Moon Enchantress also felt immense pressure. Her opponent's saber was heavy and tyrannical, in no way inferior to her own strength, and its speed was terrifyingly fast.

If she didn't rely on these miraculous eyes of hers, she might not even have been able to catch the saber's afterimages. Fast... faster... even faster... As Song Que grew faster and faster, the beauty was pushed to her absolute limit, nearly unable to endure. At this moment, she let out a high-pitched shout:"Break!" The sword in her hand instantly erupted with blinding light, sweeping horizontally in an arc. Song Que's spiritual warning violently blared in his mind, and he immediately leaped back to retreat.

But how could Zhao Mingyue let him draw his blade and retreat so easily? This girl's sword intent went completely berserk. Her entire being seemed to transform into a heaven-piercing giant sword, charging forward with blinding light that forced outsiders to shield their faces, unable to look directly at it.

"Shooting Star Beyond the Heavens!" Every hair on Scumbag Song's body stood on end in terror. Facing such a terrifying sword move, how could he dare to block it? Pushing his footwork to the absolute limit, he turned into a bolt of lightning and sprinted outward. However, the sword seemed to have eyes. Wherever he went, it followed. He had barely retreated a few steps when the blade was already pressing right in front of his face. Left with no choice, Song Que let out a roar and swung his saber to parry.

There was no earth-shattering boom. The moment Mingyue's sword touched the Moon in the Well, it was simply deflected slightly. Just as Master Song was feeling confused, the sword tip unexpectedly bent backward into a U-shape, stabbing toward his back. You can do that?! Grandee Song had never seen anyone fight like this; his soul nearly jumped out of his body in fright.

Fortunately, his Domain observed everything in the area, and combined with his far-superior agility, he barely managed to twist his body and pull his saber back to his chest to block this bizarre strike. Borrowing the impact's force, he hastily retreated backward, keeping his guard firmly raised.

"Oh?" The other party actually managed to block her perilous strike. Mingyue let out a gasp of surprise. Looking at her world-toppling face, with her small mouth slightly parted in astonishment, Song Que—even with his nerves strung taut—inadvertently felt a momentary daze. The violent energy from the Tesseract spilled over, instantly snapping him awake. Master Song's back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. What terrifying charm arts! How the f*ck is anyone supposed to fight this?!

If a person's spirit was even slightly weak—especially a man—facing her was no different from crippling over half their martial arts. Merely resisting the charm was difficult enough; not immediately raising a white flag and surrendering on the spot was already an accomplishment. Utterly terrified and not daring to look at that face anymore, Song Que initiated the attack once again. A look of admiration flashed in the Enchantress's eyes, and her expression turned equally serious as she struck with her sword.

Sword Shaking the Star Nebula. One strike, another strike, and yet another strike. In a single breath, Zhao Mingyue thrust out forty-nine sword strikes. The space instantly lit up with brilliant starlight. The sword light formed a massive net, tightly trapping Song Que inside. There was truly no path to the heavens and no door to the earth; evasion was impossible. The immense pressure and the air—thick and heavy like mercury—pressed down, suffocating Song Que.

He immediately compressed his internal force to its absolute limit, imitating Gu He's style by swinging the Moon in the Well saber around his body to form a protective cage, charging straight ahead into the fray.