The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 153 Are you really not in debt anymore?

Before he finished speaking, Tian Boguang had already drawn his sword!

Faced with Shen An's seemingly inevitable sword strike, he neither dodged nor evaded. Instead, his swift blade struck first, transforming into a silver streak as he met attack with attack, launching a fierce counterattack!

He wanted to use his most prized speed to force Shen An back before Shen An's sword could touch him!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

A series of rapid, rapid clanging sounds suddenly erupted in the narrow alleyway, piercing the eardrums!

Although they had already clashed once, this was truly the first time Shen An had ever seen Tian Boguang's knife.

His knife was truly incredibly fast!

The flashing blade seemed to transform into a silver storm, or a dense, seamless net of light, completely enveloping Shen An's figure from all directions!

However, no matter how swift and complex his sword strikes were, Shen An's sword remained as unshakeable as a rock.

No, that's not even a rock.

It was a mountain, a majestic and unshakeable Mount Taishi.

The ordinary Songshan-style longsword in Shen An's hand now exuded an unparalleled aura of profound strength and weight.

His swordplay was not fast; in fact, it could be described as somewhat crude. There were no fancy variations or ingenious follow-up moves; all he had were the simplest and most direct parries, blocks, and thwarts.

But this simplest move seemed to have calculated all of Tian Boguang's variations!

The calmness of the clear mind, combined with Shen An's superhuman physical abilities, resulted in an extremely low-end version of bullet time.

In his eyes, every move is slower than it actually is.

No, it's not that his moves are slow, but that he observes things earlier and his mind works faster.

No matter how tricky the angle at which Tian Boguang's knife slashed, or how fast his knife was, Shen An's sword could always appear at the most crucial position at the right time, striking first after the opponent and firmly blocking it!

Countless clashes of swords and blades caused Tian Boguang's right arm to go numb and his thumb to split open, making it almost impossible for him to hold the sharp knife!

This enormous force was exactly what he had expected.

He had already experienced Shen An's innate superhuman strength at Shigu Academy.

But what truly terrified and even drove him to despair was Shen An's seemingly precognitive defense!

His swordsmanship excels in speed, but even more so in adaptability.

Often, a single slash contains three or four subsequent variations, a mix of deception and reality, making it impossible to defend against.

No matter how he changed his moves or how he turned the tables, his opponent's seemingly clumsy longsword could always cling to him like a leech, blocking all his attack routes in advance!

It was as if everything in his heart had already been seen through by the other person's cold and emotionless eyes!

After launching over thirty consecutive attacks, Tian Boguang not only failed to gain the slightest advantage, but was also shaken so badly that his blood and qi surged, his arms became sore and numb, and his sword movements slowed down slightly.

When masters clash, victory or defeat hinges on the slightest difference.

This slight hesitation is already a fatal flaw!

"It's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, Shen An's sword stance, which had always been as steady as a mountain, suddenly changed!

A powerful, domineering, and unstoppable aura surged from him! He no longer used his longsword for defense, but instead launched an attack. His sword moves were wide and sweeping, with a majestic and imposing style. It was the most orthodox Songshan sword technique!

The first move, "Ten Thousand Ren High," saw the sword blade slash diagonally, pointing directly at Tian Boguang's face. The sword's momentum was so powerful that it seemed to cleave the sky in two!

Tian Boguang was shocked and quickly dodged to the side.

Shen An flicked his wrist, and his sword move changed accordingly. With the move "Eternal Dragon", the sword light flashed and transformed into several sword shadows, stabbing at several major acupoints on Tian Boguang's body!

Tian Boguang was shocked and retreated, using his movement skills to the extreme to narrowly avoid the several sword shadows.

However, for every step he took back, Shen An took a step forward!

"Layer upon layer of verdant green!"

"The heavens hang upside down!"

Shen An shouted, his sword moves flowing continuously, each one faster and heavier than the last!

His swordsmanship, at first glance, appears simple and unadorned, but when each move is connected, it is like a mountain range, layer upon layer, with the momentum constantly accumulating, making it hard for people to breathe!

Tian Boguang was overwhelmed by the relentless attacks and found himself in a sorry state.

His speed, which he was so proud of, seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Shen An's upright and uncompromising swordsmanship!

In addition, his left arm had already been severed, which already caused significant deficiencies in his balance and other physical characteristics, requiring him to readjust.

He doesn't usually bully those who are less fortunate than him, so it's not very obvious yet.

But now, under the extreme pressure from a master like Shen An, this flaw has been magnified infinitely!

After exchanging more than ten more moves, Tian Boguang landed with a clumsy side somersault, his lower body finally becoming slightly unstable!

It's now!

Shen An's eyes flashed with a sharp light!

He pointed his sword forward with his right hand, unleashing the move "Eternal Dragon," the tip of the sword trembling slightly, seemingly intending to finish off his opponent with this sword technique.

Tian Boguang was terrified. Without thinking, he tried to twist his body to the other side to avoid it!

However, this was just a feint!

Just as Tian Boguang twisted his body and opened his central palace wide, Shen An's left palm, hidden in his sleeve, suddenly shot out, transforming from a palm into a fist, and struck out like a cannonball!

Great Songyang Palm!

This is his real killer move!

"Go!"

Shen An let out a deep shout, and his left fist struck out like lightning, hitting Tian Boguang squarely in the lower abdomen!

"puff!"

As if struck by lightning, Tian Boguang was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, crashed heavily to the ground, curled up in a ball, and could no longer move.

In total, it only took about fifty moves!

The entire alleyway fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Linghu Chong, who was leaning against the wall drinking, had already stopped drinking.

His eyes, which had previously seemed drowsy from drunkenness, were now clear and filled with amazement and shock.

He understands it clearly.

The fight just now, which seemed to have lasted for more than fifty moves, was evenly matched.

But Linghu Chong knew very well that Tian Boguang would only lose in his battle against this Brother Shen An.

Because, from beginning to end, Tian Boguang was completely unable to cause any substantial harm to Shen An.

This means that Shen An can make mistakes countless times; he has enough resources to make up for them and salvage the situation.

Tian Boguang, on the other hand, can only make one mistake.

One time is enough to be fatal.

Even without that final stroke of genius, that earth-shattering palm strike, it was only a matter of time before Tian Boguang was taken down.

This Brother Shen An is truly an unfathomable monster!

In the alley, Tian Boguang struggled, using his only remaining right arm to support his upper body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his face showed no resentment or bitterness; instead, it held a sense of relief and composure.

"Heh...heh...I should have known..." he gasped. "That day, I was outmatched and should have kept my promise and died by your sword, Brother Shen. Today...it's not too late. This palm strike settles the debt; I...I owe you nothing more."

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