Chapter 1191

A ceaseless surge of power roared out from within his body, and a feeling of invincibility over all under heaven welled up of its own accord; yet on the spiritual level, Lin Cheng's consciousness was being battered again and again by the demonic armor.

The negative will emanating from the demonic armor tried to assimilate Lin Cheng. He resisted with great difficulty, but it was as if he were trapped in a mire — the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

The heavy sword on the other side also seemed to sense that something was wrong. His opponent, after putting on this set of armor, seemed to have become an entirely different person, his whole body radiating a terrifying, gloomy, dark, and chillingly dreadful aura.

Fortunately, the barrier's isolation and protection meant that the spectators outside had no idea what was happening inside at all — they were simply anticipating that a great battle was about to erupt.

"What's wrong with you?" the heavy sword tried calling out to Lin Cheng.

That shout, on the contrary, drew Lin Cheng's attention. He raised his head, his blood-red gaze brimming with killing intent, and roared back at him.

Dragging the heavy greatsword, Lin Cheng's body, driven by the instinct to slaughter, went straight for the heavy sword. The arena floor was built up from the sturdiest stone, yet under the dragging force of the massive greatsword it was sliced open as easily as cutting tofu.

"Although I don't know what's wrong with you, if you want to kill me, then don't blame me for not holding back."

From Lin Cheng's killing aura and killing intent, the heavy sword could sense that this was no joke — the other party truly, genuinely wanted to kill him.

"Die!"

Lin Cheng, dragging the greatsword, suddenly leapt up from the ground, gripped the massive greatsword tightly in his hands, and brought it straight down on the heavy sword's head.

The heavy sword merely responded with a casual flick, raising his own heavy sword to slash upward in return.

Clang!

The might of a single blade!

The enormous force transmitted through the blade into the heavy sword's hands. That tremendous force was by no means a simple collision of metal — afterward it forcibly shoved the resisting heavy sword, body and all, back a full two meters.

Lin Cheng stayed where he was, seemingly unaffected.

But the heavy sword's face had gone rigid.

This disparity in power made the heavy sword feel pressure for the first time!

After he had fallen off a cliff and picked up the sword-arts inheritance of a senior who called himself the Sword Demon, during the several years he spent cultivating, he had almost never encountered an opponent who could match him — especially under the day-after-day training of carrying the special sword on his back.

His strength had grown ever more terrifying, yet now he had run into an even more terrifying monster.

A man who refused to admit defeat naturally would not be willing to accept this!

Again!

Release!

The blade in the heavy sword's hand was a special meteorite-iron blade that the Sword Demon senior had used before the age of forty to challenge the continent's strong. After special enchanted forging, its weight was by no means a mere hundred jin — it possessed three layers of seals. Unsealing the first layer could bring its weight to roughly 75 jin, which was also its lightest form.

Unsealing the second layer, the heavy sword weighed 150 jin — this was the form he commonly used now.

And unsealing the third layer would give it a terrifying weight of 300 jin!

With the heavy sword's current strength, swinging a 300-jin heavy sword was not impossible — it was just that the stamina consumed was enormous, and the combat time was truly limited, a mere three minutes.

If within those three minutes he still could not defeat Lin Cheng, then the heavy sword had only the path of surrender left.

"I'll kill you!"

Lin Cheng once again dragged his blade and charged at the heavy sword, raising the heavy blade in his hand and bringing it down on the heavy sword's head once more. This time the heavy sword was not unprepared — the blade in his hand, with all three seals fully unsealed, rose to meet it.

Clang!

The heavy blade in Lin Cheng's hand was beaten back, and the heavy sword swung his blade again, slashing horizontally across Lin Cheng's chest.

Yet the defensive capability of the demonic armor far exceeded the heavy sword's imagination. That heavy sword strike only made Lin Cheng retreat a single step; beyond that, it had no effect at all........

Not only did it have no effect, it instead provoked Lin Cheng's furious counterattack — the heavy blade swept toward the heavy sword's waist in a slash.

Clang!

The heavy sword raised his blade vertically to block, but Lin Cheng's counterattack had only just begun. Compared to the terrifying 300-jin weight of the blade in the heavy sword's hand, the heavy blade in Lin Cheng's hand seemed to have no weight at all, swung as lightly and smoothly as the wind.

Where the blade's edge pointed was the end!

Slash after slash rained down on the heavy sword without pause. The heavy sword could only raise the blade in his hand to defend, but the more he defended, what he had to bear was not only the might of the heavy blade in Lin Cheng's hand, but also the weight of his own sword.

In just a single minute he had failed to defend against nearly a hundred slashes, and the heavy sword inevitably began to pant heavily.

Yet Lin Cheng, as if his stamina were infinite, continued to launch fierce attacks against him, every slash aimed at the heavy sword's vital points.

If this went on, defeat was certain!

The two sides clashed once more. Taking advantage of the reactive force from the collision of blades, the heavy sword swiftly retreated and pulled out of Lin Cheng's attack range — but this was no solution either.

Very soon, the demonic armor on Lin Cheng's body sensed that its prey was trying to flee, and swiftly gave chase.

Wavering over whether to use that move, the heavy sword had no choice but to turn and face Lin Cheng — but he had already made his decision.

Now he had no choice but to use that move!

Among the inheritances left behind by the Sword Demon senior were the basic sword techniques of chop, thrust, flick, and so on. Although they were only simple chops and thrusts, given the Sword Demon senior's realm and sword Dao at the time, they had completely reached the realm of the great Dao in its utmost simplicity!

Even a simple chop could give rise to countless exquisite sword moves. To this day, the heavy sword had comprehended only one of them — the Thrust-Character Art!