Chapter 373: Invincible Breaks [Kill Without Mercy] Here (Chapter 3, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Is that so? Then let me greet you on behalf of Daozhong Buer." Yu Liancheng suddenly flicked his sleeve, sending out a surge of invisible force that swept toward the churning sea.

Waves were rolled up one after another, shooting toward Wudi like arrows.

Although the ordinary crew on the ship felt that this move by Yu Liancheng was exceptionally exquisite, they had no further thoughts.

But Fengmo Heshang was breaking out in a cold sweat, because he was shocked to discover that those forty-nine waves were actually forty-nine sword techniques.

This sword technique was cruel and overbearing, full of killing intent, and every move was a lethal strike. If he were in that position, he feared he could at most withstand the first two moves before being turned into a puddle of flesh by the subsequent techniques.

As for Wudi...

Clang!

The long blade left its sheath, the blade light like a dragon.

Ring, ring, ring~

The ringing echoed clearly, and even the heavy rain and waves could not drown it out.

The long blade changed in a myriad of ways, suddenly conjuring thousands of blade lights. The blade Qi surged majestically, forming a net that shrouded his entire body. The blade momentum transformed into a vast ocean, surging out in waves, infinitely complex.

The forty-nine water waves collided with the blade light one after another, being slashed into countless water droplets that fell onto the deck.

But the sharp blade Qi and surging power within these water waves still made Wudi's Qi and Blood churn, leaving him in a difficult position.

Especially the final wave, which forced Wudi to take three steps back, "thud, thud, thud," with the deck cracking layer by layer under his feet.

Wudi held his blade with both hands, his arms still trembling, his face slightly pale, and he snorted coldly: "Could these forty-nine strikes have been created by that old ghost?"

"They are indeed the life's work of Daozhong Buer, called 'Kill Without Mercy'. It seems the first forty-nine strikes had no effect on you at all." Yu

"That old ghost... wait!!" Wudi's expression was slightly joyful at first, but suddenly became serious again, his brows furrowing: "You said the first forty-nine strikes, which means this 'Kill Without Mercy' technique is not finished?"

"Correct, there is a fiftieth strike, which is the final strike he poured his heart's blood into and realized just before he died."

"Make your move!"

Yu Liancheng said: "The power of this fiftieth strike is extraordinary and refined. I fear there are only a handful of people in the whole world who can withstand this move; you had better think it through."

"Hmph, I will first break that old ghost's techniques, then defeat you in one fell swoop to achieve my name as Wudi." Wudi held his blade with both hands, his expression solemn yet full of confidence.

"I will grant your wish." Yu Liancheng sneered.

Soon, the crowd of crew members and pirates witnessed a scene they would never forget.

They saw Yu Liancheng's figure move, and his whole body suddenly smashed into the ocean like a meteorite.

The originally churning sea stirred up layers of waves, as if hundreds of cannonballs had been dropped at once. The crests of the waves grew higher and higher, rumbling like a thousand armies and ten thousand horses, as if a Flood Dragon were stirring up rain and clouds in the sea.

The ship was constantly tossed up by the waves and then fell heavily.

The crew on board were terrified; although they were all experienced sailors who had spent most of their lives at sea, at this moment they were so frightened that they lost all color.

Crack.

A peal of thunder, a pale flash of lightning tore through the twilight, pierced the black clouds, and illuminated the pale faces of the crowd, while also illuminating the waves that were rising violently.

The waves surged over, covering the sky and blocking the clouds, dozens of meters high, sweeping away everything.

If one looked closely, one would find that these waves were shaped like a giant blade, but no one noticed; except for the blind man Wudi, everyone else was as terrified as if it were the end of the world.

If this wave were to crash down, not only would the entire ship be on the verge of disintegration, but the crew would also be smashed to pieces.

"This is the fiftieth move!?"

Wudi's face was solemn.

The next moment, he tapped his toes and shot toward the giant wave like an arrow. The long blade in his hand slashed out violently, the air already buzzing from the edge of the blade.

—Heart Slash Technique—Return to Simplicity!

This strike appeared mediocre and unremarkable, as if it were a strike casually made by an ordinary Martial Warrior, but it was the essence of Wudi's life's sword technique.

Ever since Wudi gouged out his own eyes, he understood one thing.

To see a thing clearly, one must clear away all impurities attached to the object, so that the true face of the thing can be presented before one's eyes.

The blade intent of "Return to Simplicity" was created from this.

This blade move carried no flashy techniques; it was natural and seamless, yet it fused thousands of blade momentums into one simple strike.

A simple slash, yet it bloomed with the most breathtaking brilliance of his life's sword technique.

He was full of confidence in this strike.

Boom!!

The blade light collided with the water wave, and the world roared.

After a moment of stagnation, the giant wave was actually forced apart by the invisible blade Qi, split down the middle by the strike. Then the waves parted to both sides of the ship, failing to damage the hull in the slightest—a miraculous feat, truly the pinnacle of power and technique.

But the power of this wave was not to be underestimated; Wudi was hit as if by a locomotive, thrown backward violently, and slammed into the ship's side, causing the foot-thick railing to shatter with a roar, wood chips flying everywhere, and Wudi himself seemed to be embedded in the railing.

After a while, Wudi slowly walked out from the shattered railing.

The corners of his mouth were stained with blood, his clothes were torn, and it was clear he had been seriously injured by this blow, but his whole person seemed to be glowing.

"Wudi breaks Daozhong Buer's 'Kill Without Mercy' here."

Wudi could not hide his intense excitement, laughing loudly, his voice piercing the dark clouds.

Yu Liancheng used Daozhong Buer's ultimate technique "Kill Without Mercy," and his cultivation was even above that of Daozhong Buer.

And Wudi had completely broken the fifty-strike "Kill Without Mercy," did that not mean he had defeated Daozhong Buer?

Back then, Wudi had been defeated by Daozhong Buer, and the opponent had become a shadow in his heart.

But now, Wudi had wiped away the dust of his soul, his sword technique had advanced a step further, and from now on there would only be one blade overlord in the world, and that was him—Wudi.

How could he not be excited?

"Oh, you broke 'Kill Without Mercy', but I wonder if you can break my 'Tianfo Jiangshi'."

A clear and grand voice rang out, and the world became solemn. The dark clouds dissipated, and it seemed as if rays of Jinguang were sprinkled down from the clouds. Yu Liancheng descended from the sky, and one could vaguely see a Fotu sitting on the edge of auspicious clouds; his brows seemed to vaguely resemble Yu Liancheng's, half-smiling, eyes half-lowered as if listening to the sorrows of all living beings, his expression ethereal.

The crowd of pirate crew members prostrated themselves in worship, their expressions pious, as if a true Buddha had descended into the world. Only Wudi's killing intent erupted, wanting to slay the Buddha with one strike.

"The World-Honored One is about to descend, why not bow?"

A vast sound of Sanskrit chanting arose, singing into the hearts of men.

The Fotu's eyes suddenly snapped open, shooting forth boundless Jinguang that illuminated the great thousand worlds. Yet within those eyes, there was no compassion, only utter wrath.

Boom—!!

A boundless Buddha palm pressed down, vast and mighty, as if to turn this entire sea region into nothingness.

Perhaps this was indeed a Buddha, but it was an evil Buddha, a Demon Buddha who hated the world for its ignorance and difficulty to be saved, wishing to destroy all living beings.

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