Chapter 51: Acceleration

"How did his speed suddenly increase so much? Could it be that this guy was hiding his strength from the very beginning?"

Lv Fuqiang was very alarmed. When the fight first started, his Plum Blossom Sword Technique had forced Meng Yifan into a flustered state, and he had nearly been struck several times. Yet, suddenly, Meng Yifan's speed increased greatly, and he was actually able to dodge his sword technique with ease, which left Lv Fuqiang completely baffled.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible." Lv Fuqiang could not believe it; he channeled True Qi into the precious sword in his right hand, gave it a fierce flick, and once again unleashed the killing move of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique: Plum Blossom Three Variations.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The speed of Lv Fuqiang's sword strikes was as fast as lightning; to the naked eye, one could even see the afterimages of the sword.

Three plum blossoms composed of sword light bloomed abruptly; they looked magnificent, yet they contained a dense murderous intent.

"This move again?" Meng Yifan had already witnessed this move and knew that this guy could thrust three swords rapidly at the same time. After adding points, he had been guarding against Lv Fuqiang unleashing his ultimate move again.

The moment Lv Fuqiang struck, Meng Yifan focused his attention to the highest degree. Before the long sword had even been thrust, he judged where Lv Fuqiang's sword would strike in advance based on the height his opponent raised his wrist, where his gaze was fixed, and the changes in his body muscles, and then began to dodge at the same time Lv Fuqiang struck.

These three sword strikes from Lv Fuqiang were aimed at Meng Yifan's eyes, chest, and waist vitals respectively. Executing such a fierce killing move consumed a great deal of True Qi; even at his best, he could only perform it three times at most.

Plum Blossom Three Variations was Lv Fuqiang's trump card; every time he used it, he had to go all out, striving for a one-hit kill.

Meng Yifan twisted his head to the left, and Lv Fuqiang's first sword missed by a centimeter. Immediately after, Meng Yifan retreated his body, his chest caving in, and Lv Fuqiang's second sword again missed Meng Yifan's chest by a centimeter.

Finally, like a tumbler, Meng Yifan tapped his toes on the ground, and his body rotated strangely half a circle to the rear left, once again causing the sword aimed at his waist to miss.

It sounds slow to describe, but in reality, whether it was Lv Fuqiang's Plum Blossom Three Variations or Meng Yifan's three extreme dodges, both sides' actions were completed in the blink of an eye, impossibly fast.

To an outsider, the two of them looked like fellow sect disciples feeding moves to each other, practicing martial arts; your attack and my dodge were coordinated perfectly, as if they had practiced this many times. In reality, Lv Fuqiang was so frustrated he wanted to vomit blood.

"He actually didn't use True Qi and yet perfectly dodged my Plum Blossom Three Variations. How is this possible?" Lv Fuqiang was dumbfounded.

All along, Lv Fuqiang's cultivation speed had far exceeded his peers. Although he was only a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist, he had mastered the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, and his true combat power was comparable to a Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist.

In the sect tournament, he had even defeated a Second Grade Middle Stage senior brother, basking in the limelight for a time. But now, his father's murderer was only a ten-year-old boy, yet he was also a Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artist just like him. This left Lv Fuqiang very shocked; how did this kid cultivate his cultivation level up?

What shocked Lv Fuqiang even more was that the ultimate move he had learned after five years of bitter training under the guidance of famous masters within the Sanjue Sect could not even kill a ten-year-old boy, which dealt a heavy blow to his confidence.

"Either this guy is born with a special talent and his physical constitution is freakishly strong, or he has cultivated a technique above the Mysterious Grade, and his body is already evolving toward the limit of a Second Grade Martial Artist."

Lv Fuqiang was secretly alarmed. Regardless of which category Meng Yifan belonged to, such an enemy had infinite potential and must absolutely not be allowed to grow.

Meng Yifan was able to dodge the Plum Blossom Three Variations not only because his physical speed had increased again, reaching nine times that of an ordinary person, but also because he had used Level 2 Shooting Technique to predict the direction of Lv Fuqiang's next attack in advance. Otherwise, he might not have been able to dodge these three swords, which were thrust almost simultaneously.

Because the Plum Blossom Three Variations had not hit Meng Yifan, Lv Fuqiang began to doubt his life. Meng Yifan felt a surge of joy in his heart and, seizing this opportunity, gripped his Ghost Head Broadsword and slashed toward his head.

Lv Fuqiang felt the biting blade light and finally woke up. The precious sword in his hand flickered, and a plum blossom appeared, blocking Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade.

Meng Yifan attacked with all his might; he did not use martial arts, but relied on his physical speed to launch rapid attacks.

Under Heaven, all martial arts can be broken, except for speed. Meng Yifan's blade strikes were all about the word "fast," wanting to make it so Lv Fuqiang had no time to defend.

Unfortunately, Lv Fuqiang had after all put in hard work on the Plum Blossom Sword Technique; he brandished his precious sword, making his own defense impenetrable.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The Ghost Head Blade and the precious sword collided continuously, and sparks bloomed in the air; neither side could do anything to the other.

Unable to win after a long attack, Meng Yifan also became a bit anxious. At this point, it was already too late to try to use the Elm Cannon to blast his opponent to death.

The longer the battle between the two sides dragged on, the more disadvantageous it was for Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong.

"My True Qi is almost exhausted; otherwise, if I used True Qi to assist my footwork, my speed could increase by another large margin, and then this guy definitely wouldn't be able to block it." Meng Yifan frowned, pondering a countermeasure.

Lv Fuqiang seemed to have figured it out as well, calming down from the rage of his father's murder.

This half-grown boy was a formidable enemy; even unleashing the Plum Blossom Three Variations ultimate move couldn't finish him off. Lv Fuqiang was no longer in a hurry to kill him now; as long as he entangled him, it wouldn't be long before reinforcements arrived, and at that time, these two men in black would have no way to escape.

Having figured this out, Lv Fuqiang stopped attacking Meng Yifan and simply unleashed the Plum Blossom Sword Technique, focusing entirely on defense.

Plum blossoms bloomed around his body, making it so Meng Yifan's attacks could not harm him at all.

Meng Yifan swung the Ghost Head Blade again, only to be blocked by Lv Fuqiang's precious sword. He became a bit anxious, "This won't do, I can't let it drag on like this, I must end the battle quickly."

Meng Yifan attacked two more times, then his body flickered, and he rushed into the courtyard.

"Thief, don't run!" Seeing Meng Yifan run, Lv Fuqiang became a bit anxious and also rushed out quickly. No matter what, he could not let his father's murderer escape.

Meng Yifan did not run; after rushing out, his body followed his blade, and he began a massacre against the eight house guards.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" The Ghost Head Blade in Meng Yifan's hand slashed out three times as fast as a thunderbolt.

Those eight guard martial artists were greatly shocked. Their strength was limited, and it was only by forming a formation that they had barely managed to trap Meng Dayong.

Now that Meng Yifan had suddenly rushed out, the father and son were attacking, one from the outside in and one seizing the chance to attack from the inside out, immediately throwing the eight guard martial artists' formation into chaos, leaving them unable to attend to everything at once.

"Puchi!" A First Grade Intermediate Martial Artist guard had his head chopped off by Meng Yifan's blade, and fresh blood gushed out, splashing as high as two meters.

"Ding! Killed a First Grade Intermediate Martial Artist, gained 30 points of Experience Value." The Game Panel's notification sound rang out.

Meng Yifan immediately converted these 30 points of Experience Value into attribute points and added them to speed; his speed increased by another 3 points.

Meng Yifan could not break through Lv Fuqiang's sword technique defense precisely because his speed was not fast enough, so he would just add more speed attribute points. Once he was so fast that even Lv Fuqiang's sword technique couldn't defend against it, then no matter how good his sword technique was, he would only be left to be slaughtered by Meng Yifan.

Meng Dayong held his blade with both hands, pushed off the ground with his toes, and his body surged forward. With a fierce twist of his waist, he swung his blade; the heavy and powerful Mountain Opening Blade cut a First Grade Lower Tier guard martial artist in half at the waist with a single strike.

"Ah!" The guard martial artist was cut in half at the waist, but he would not die immediately. His upper body fell to the ground, his intestines and internal organs spilled out of his stomach, and blood flowed all over the ground. An unbearable, intense pain radiated from his waist, making him wish he could die immediately.