I Cheated While Cultivating - Chapter 75 - - Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Weapons Overwhelm People

Chapter 75: Chapter 75: Weapons Overwhelm People

Chen Song saw Zhou Heng switch weapons and shook his own broadsword, sneering, “I’ve heard your handwork is the most formidable. No doubt, you must have won by employing a hidden technique to secretly attack Brother Kong the last time.”

“Come on, let me see how much your hands can handle. However, you better be careful; my blade is extremely sharp, and it might just sever your hands with a little effort.”

Lin Cang and Yu He, along with others from Longxing Martial Arts Hall, watched Zhou Heng with anxious faces.

To them, being unarmed against someone with a knife was clearly at a disadvantage, and even with those gloves that might also be considered weapons, it was the same.

There is a saying, “An inch longer, an inch stronger; an inch shorter, an inch of danger.”

At the Lower Third Rank level, the length of a weapon often played an extremely important role in determining victory and survival.

Meanwhile, on a high building not far away, a woman in yellow clothes gracefully landed on the rooftop.

Her features were delicate, and although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was still noteworthy. She carried a longsword on her back, her gaze cold as she watched Zhou Heng’s gloves, her eyebrows lightly furrowed.

Zhou Heng noticed he was being watched, glanced at the high building nearby, and then turned his head to Chen Song and smiled, “Is that your sister? Is she here to collect your corpse?”

Chen Song’s mouth twitched slightly, feeling that the young man opposite him was truly insufferable, and said coldly, “Your sharp tongue is useless let’s fight!”

“As you wish,” Zhou Heng’s gaze turned icy, and his figure blurred, closing the distance to Chen Song in an instant.

His right hand slightly curled, he didn’t attack Chen Song, but instead reached for Chen Song’s broadsword.

His movement and attack were extremely fast; this time, he fully utilized the agility +i bonus, combined with the Eighth Rank’s Lightweight Kung Fu “Cloud-Traveling Traceless Steps”, his speed was considerably faster than ordinary Eighth Rank martial artists.

“You think I’d fall for that?” Chen Song sneered, ready to pull back his steel blade to avoid Zhou Heng’s grab.

In his view, since Zhou Heng dared to confront him with only gloves, there must be something he relied on, most likely a trick with the gloves, which gave Zhou Heng confidence.

Thus, although Chen Song was very confident, he still decided not to confront directly at the start and thought to probe the real situation with the gloves before striking with full force.

Unfortunately, for Zhou Heng, with his perception +1, Chen Song’s motion to draw his blade had too many tells and was immediately discerned as he began the motion.

Zhou Heng’s left hand then came together to form a palm strike, aiming for the direction Chen Song was trying to shift his blade towards.

“Courting death!” Chen Song saw his swordplay countered by Zhou Heng and felt a surge of rage. His blade flicked upwards, aiming to cut at Zhou Heng’s chin.

But at that moment, Zhou Heng’s right hand was already close to the blade.

His palm, clad in gloves that shone like the stars, flicked slightly, its light shimmering. ’

The blade that was slicing towards Zhou Heng’s chin suddenly veered off course, astonishingly landing directly in his hand.

Special effect of the weapon: Redirecting!

Redirecting could be used not only to deflect an enemy’s weapons but also to draw them in.

Chen Song perceptibly felt this bizarre situation, his expression astonished unbelievingly staring at Zhou Heng’s gloves, then suddenly hearing a few ’ resounding clangs, and the weapon in his hand suddenly lightened.

The broadsword was crushed!

Pieces dropped from between Zhou Heng’s fingers and fell to the ground.

Chen Song’s gaze was dumbfounded.

This broadsword, superior to common hundred-refined weapons and almost on par with a high-quality blade, had just been crushed to pieces.

And it was at this moment of astonishment.

The palm Zhou Heng had struck with his left hand landed precisely on Chen Song’s chest.

Boom!

A muffled thud was heard as Chen Song felt as if his chest had been smashed by a hammer weighing thousands of pounds. Blood spurted from his mouth as he flew backward like a rag doll, crashing down three to four zhang away and rolling another five to six zhang before coming to a halt.

The crowd at the martial arts hall and the people across the street were dumbstruck.

All of this had happened in the blink of an eye; Chen Song’s sword was crushed, and he was sent flying.

It was all too exaggerated.

Zhou Heng is that formidable?!

Chen Song, with his hands propped on the ground, tried to get up, but the moment he lifted his head, he saw Zhou Heng charging towards him at an extremely fast speed.

“I’ve already bought your coffin; how can I let it go to waste?” Zhou Heng’s voice, tinged with a faint smile, rang out. His figure moved so swiftly that in an instant he was right in front of Chen Song.

“Stop!” Just at that moment, a delicate shout came through.

Bright sword light fell from the sky like lightning striking the earth, aiming directly at Zhou Heng’s back, but it lacked a killing intent. It was clear that the attack was intended to force him to defend, thereby saving Chen Song. Unfortunately, she was using a sword.

“Chen Feihong is using martial arts ‘Running-Thunder Thirty-Six Swords’ [Eighth Rank] to attack you…”

Zhou Heng didn’t even turn his head; relying on his basic attribute of Insight +1, he identified the trajectory of the sword purely by sound. With a turn of his left hand, he reached out behind him!

Six-Direction Plum Breaking Hand!

Sword-Breaking Technique!

The latter was incorporated into the former, and at this moment, when wielded with gloved hands of the level of a sharp weapon, the power was doubly increased. Moreover, the Sword-Breaking Technique itself emphasized striking after but arriving before the opponent. With this move, Zhou Heng immediately found the weak point in Chen Feihong’s attack.

Clang!

Chen Feihong’s longsword shattered amid a tremulous sound, just like Chen Song’s long blade earlier, as if it were fragile ice being crushed single-handedly by Zhou Heng.

This sudden twist of fate shocked Chen Feihong to the extreme.

She never imagined that her swordsmanship would be so easily defeated, that it would be broken in an instant, and her longsword would be crushed right then and there.

How could such a thing happen?

Zhou Heng hadn’t shown this level of overpowering strength just before!

Bang!

Seizing the moment of Chen Feihong’s extreme astonishment, Zhou Heng flipped over and struck with a palm, hitting her squarely in the chest. A powerful force erupted like a mountainous cry and a tidal wave, sending her flying away.

After sinking with that palm, Zhou Heng turned on his heel to face Chen Song.

His hands moved in rapid succession, breaking Chen Song’s arms and legs

before grabbing his hair and tossing him backward.

Right into that coffin.

Thud!

The four stout men, who had been waiting, immediately placed the coffin lid on top, sealing Chen Song inside.

Congratulations! You have defeated the unworthy opponent ‘Chen Song’;

Fortune Bag [Copper] +1.”

‘Congratulations! You have defeated the unworthy opponent ‘Chen Feihong’;

Fortune Bag [Copper] +1.”

And at this time, Chen Feihong had just managed to stagger to her feet, supporting herself against the wall with one hand clutching her chest, her mouth stained with a trace of blood, her complexion deathly pale, obviously heavily injured.

All those present were stunned.

Yu He, Lin Cang, and other martial arts students and trainers all widened their eyes in disbelief.

They knew Zhou Heng was strong, but they had never thought he would be this strong.

He had resolved two Eighth Rank experts in the blink of an eye!

One of them might even be the “Thunder Sword” ranked eighty on the human list; his strength must have grown too rapidly.

It was simply inconceivable!

At this time, Chen Feihong was barely calming the chaotic inner qi inside her body.

She looked at Zhou Heng with a solemn gaze, or more precisely, at the gloves that seemed to shimmer with starlight on his hands. With a heavy voice, she spoke, “Sharp weapon?!

“What kind of hero uses a weapon to overwhelm others!?”