Top-Class Insight: Start with Basic Fist Techniques

Chapter 72: A Single Sword Through the Thirteen Riders! (2)

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

“Whoosh.”

In the next moment, Lu Changsheng moved.

His body technique wasn’t particularly brilliant, but he was exceptionally fast.

Like a fierce tiger pouncing, he shot out in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Changsheng crossed a distance of ten zhang (Chinese unit of length).

“Clang.”

A white light flashed, and the blade of his short sword glistened, nearly reaching the closest member of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders in an instant.

Lu Changsheng drew his sword!

His Instant Kill Technique, if not drawn, it’s effective, but once drawn, blood is sure to flow!

Although the opponent wore armor, it wasn’t like Zhao Xing’s full-body iron armor; it still had gaps.

For Lu Changsheng, as long as there was the tiniest gap, his sword could strike through.

In the very instant Lu Changsheng drew his sword, the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders took action.

The qi and blood within the thirteen men erupted with a thunderous crash.

“Boom.”

The surging and overwhelming qi and blood seemed to connect as one, with no discernible gaps.

Terrifying qi and blood formed into a massive blood cloud, shrouding half of the stronghold.

“Chop!”

The Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders shouted, and the terrifying qi and blood seemed to converge onto one person.

At that moment, Lu Changsheng felt as if he were facing not just one person but thirteen.

The opponent’s scimitar was as fast as lightning, seemingly no less swift than his own short sword.

The sword and blade radiated pure sharpness, without any embellishments, only razor-sharp edges.

People only saw a tremendous blood-red blade light colliding fiercely with a dazzling white sword light.

“Bang.”

A clash of blades.

For the first time, Lu Changsheng’s Instant Kill Technique failed.

Even when facing Zhao Xing in iron armor at Xu Jiazhuang last time, it was merely because his short sword couldn’t pierce Zhao Xing’s armor. Zhao Xing couldn’t stop his Instant Kill Technique.

But now, his Instant Kill Technique was thwarted.

Lu Changsheng’s pride in his speed was also shattered.

Moreover, the qi and blood empowerment of the thirteen opponents was terrifying in terms of strength.

Lu Changsheng felt a tremendous force emanating from the opponents’ scimitars.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.”

Lu Changsheng thrust his sword again and again.

A series of sword shadows moved so fast that they were nearly imperceptible.

One could only feel the sharpness.

Simultaneously, the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders’ scimitars transformed into streaks of blood-red light, clashing against Lu Changsheng’s sword shadows.

“Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang.”

Blades and swords collided, producing crisp sounds.

Lu Changsheng had lost count of how many times he had thrust his sword, but the blood-red scimitar shadows of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders were keeping up with him.

Lu Changsheng encountered a truly evenly matched opponent for the first time.

Even with “Fierce Blade” Zhao Qilei before, he couldn’t keep up with his swordplay.

“Bang.”

When Lu Changsheng’s sword collided with the scimitars of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders, he was forced to step back.

For the first time, even when using his full-strength Instant Kill Technique, he was pushed back a step.

He was surprised.

The reputation of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders was well-deserved!

However, while Lu Changsheng was astonished, the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders were even more shocked.

They had traveled south from the desert, wreaking havoc along the way, and had no equals among those below the Divine Power Realm.

Their combined attack technique was essentially a battle formation.

On the battlefield, they were unstoppable.

But even in the martial world, when they engaged in battles, the thirteen of them together were equally invincible.

They had never expected to be stopped by a single individual today.

They were essentially the equivalent of thirteen people acting as one!

“A prodigy, truly a prodigy!”

“Below the Divine Power Realm, is there anyone who can withstand the battle formation formed by the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders?”

“Even among the top talents in the sects, the combat strength below the Divine

Power Realm can’t reach this level.”

“Unless it’s a martial artist who hasn’t yet reached the Divine Power Realm but has already undergone Blood Refinement and Bone Forging, as legends say…”

Old Chu also wore a surprised expression.

But after some thought, he shook his head.

It was incredibly challenging for someone to undergo Blood Refinement and Bone Forging before reaching the Divine Power Realm.

In the history of the White Lotus Sect, such talents had indeed appeared.

But they were exceedingly rare, often emerging only once in a century, or sometimes every few centuries.

A relatively obscure figure in South Yang Prefecture or even the martial world couldn’t possibly have undergone Blood Refinement and Bone Forging.

The Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders had finally unleashed their full power. It had been a long time since they had done so.

The thirteen riders began to form an array.

This was a battle formation, a charging one.

In a cavalry charge formation, once it was initiated, it was utterly irresistible.

“Charge!”

The qi and blood of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders were still interconnected, and their warhorses’ hooves kicked up, charging ferociously toward Lu Changsheng.

In this charge, even the sound of the horse hooves was synchronized, showcasing the riders’ remarkable teamwork.

From a distance, it looked like a colossal blood-red mountain, surging and sweeping through like a tidal wave.

This wasn’t just about speed; it was about power, momentum, and impact.

Even Lu Changsheng felt a slight palpitation.

“What a battle formation, what a charge!”

“However, it’s not just you who have qi and blood!”

Lu Changsheng didn’t hold back anymore; he instantly unleashed the qi and blood within his body.

“Boom.”

Suddenly, Lu Changsheng’s entire body trembled, with a continuous rumbling from within.

He had already undergone Blood Refinement and Bone Forging.

Even before undergoing Bone Forging, his qi and blood were ten times stronger than that of an average practitioner.

Now that he had undergone Bone Forging, his qi and blood were incredibly potent, and he couldn’t even estimate the full extent of his strength.

He could only sense that his qi and blood were exceptionally vast and had never been pushed to their limits.

And now, Lu Changsheng suddenly ignited all the qi and blood within his body.

Faintly, a surge of qi and blood shot into the sky, painting the entire sky red.

Simultaneously, Lu Changsheng’s eyes seemed to turn blood-red.

He felt as if there were an endless wellspring of power constantly converging within him.

Lu Changsheng put away his short sword and clenched his fist.

The Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders were nearly within arm’s reach, about to collide with him.

Lu Changsheng suddenly slammed his fist into the ground.

“Boom.”

This punch felt as if a dragon was overturning beneath the earth.

The entire stronghold felt a violent tremor in the ground.

But since the distance was considerable, it had little impact on the stronghold itself.

However, the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders, who were extremely close, experienced something entirely different.

Especially their warhorses.

These warhorses were all meticulously selected, exceptionally robust.

But when Lu Changsheng’s fist struck the ground and the earth shook, the horses’ hooves broke one after another.

It was as if a terrifying force instantly fell upon their hooves.

The warhorses neighed and collapsed to the ground, beyond the control of even the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders.

This sudden turn of events caused the formation of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders to collapse instantly.

At the same time, Lu Changsheng gripped his short sword again.

His figure turned into a phantom and, in an instant, pierced through the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders.

“Swoosh.”

White light shone.

Lu Changsheng stood behind the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders without even turning around.

He didn’t even need to. He just stood there, holding his sword.

Droplets of blood fell from his sword.

Silence!

Suddenly, the entire stronghold fell quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.

The unexpected turn of events caught everyone off guard.

The Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders lay there quietly, motionless, clearly lifeless.

Dead!

The Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders had abruptly and inexplicably died.

Moments before, they had been overwhelming their opponents, brimming with power.

With a single charge, their formation, like a battle formation, seemed capable of easily slaying “Zhuang Thirteen.”

But the result was that the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders had died!

They hadn’t even let out a single cry and had just fallen to the ground, becoming thirteen corpses.

Many martial artists were present in the stronghold, but most of them hadn’t clearly seen what had happened.

However, Old Chu had seen it clearly.

He turned serious.

Just now, he had watched it happen very clearly.

When “Zhuang Thirteen” struck the ground with a punch, it had shaken the earth.

It wasn’t that “Zhuang Thirteen” had the strength to move the earth; it was the use of a highly skilled “shaking force” technique.

Taking advantage of the moment when the thirteen warhorses stumbled and the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders’ formation crumbled, “Zhuang Thirteen” had displayed a lightning-fast strike.

This strike was simple and efficient, swift, accurate, and ruthless. It targeted the vital points of each of the Great Desert’s Thirteen Riders.

A single strike pierced through all thirteen riders!

This was pure lethal swordsmanship!