Chapter 62: A Very Terrifying Person

Inside the small house.

Shaman stood by the window, her waterfall-like hair draped over her fragrant shoulders, her slender waist extending into full hips, her legs long and straight.

She was indeed a woman who could drive any man to madness.

Now, it seemed there were two men driven to madness by her.

Shaman's gaze turned toward the window, faintly revealing a look of worry.

She understood Gong Jiu very well; he was a very terrifying person, not only because he was full of schemes and had a strange personality, but also because his martial arts were not inferior to any expert in the world, his swordplay as evil as it was skilled.

Even though Yu Liancheng had the record of defeating the Pedant, the Mustache, and the Poor Scholar in succession, it was still impossible not to worry for him.

But soon, Shaman's eyes sparkled, and her anxiety vanished.

Since Yu Liancheng could calmly face Gong Jiu in battle, did that not prove he was very confident?

Since her man was already confident, then as his woman, how could she not trust her man at such a time?

The commotion of their duel was truly not small, and with the Island filled with experts of keen senses, it was not long before figures came drifting over from afar to witness the grandeur of this battle.

The duel between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had already spread throughout the entire Edo, not only shocking the contemporary era but destined to be remembered for eternity.

Yet the brilliance of the duel between Yu Liancheng and Gong Jiu was by no means inferior to that at the Forbidden City, and if anything, it was even more so.

At this moment, the two were fighting within a flower garden, their figures seemingly vanishing, transforming into two clusters of shimmering, dazzling sword light.

Clang, clang, clang!!

The sword lights clashed, Sword Qi surged, and flowers fell like rain, fluttering everywhere.

The sound of gold and iron clashing was continuous; every strike sounded as if it were hitting a loud, resonant drum, and also as if it were striking the heartstrings of every person present, making them tremble with fear.

The sword light twisted like a dragon, with sparks constantly exploding, appearing like blooming fire lotuses, brilliant and moving, possessing a heart-stopping charm.

The Invisible Men on the Island stared blankly, as if they had been stunned. Especially some so-called sword experts who boasted of their superior sword skills—when had they ever seen such stunning and peerless swordplay?

The Sour Scholar, the Pedant, the Mustache, and others were also helped over, and upon seeing this scene, their expressions changed instantly. Only then did they realize that Yu Liancheng had not been serious with them at all back then.

Otherwise, once the long sword in his hand was drawn, even if the three of them joined forces, how many moves could they have lasted?

"Good, truly very good." Xiao Laotou was also watching this duel, but although he was praising, his expression was very plain. This sword fight was brilliant, but it was not enough to move him.

In reality, there were many experts present, but apart from Xiao Laotou, there were indeed few who could truly see through the sword momentum of Yu Liancheng and Gong Jiu.

Yu Liancheng's sword technique was rigid, overbearing, and grand. His attacks were like thunderbolts, his defenses like mountains. Between offense and defense, it was seamless. In the fierce battle, his sword momentum was faintly sublimating, giving people a feeling of vastness and boundlessness.

Gong Jiu's sword, however, was full of evil intent, his moves vicious and abnormal, like a poisonous Flood Dragon emerging from the sea. A moment of carelessness, and one would be swallowed skin and bone by him.

The two seemed evenly matched, but with Xiao Laotou's discernment, he could naturally see that Gong Jiu was at a disadvantage. Gong Jiu's sword momentum was both evil and strange, often deciding the outcome before the opponent could even react.

Winning through evil.

This was the essence of Gong Jiu's sword.

Yu Liancheng was slightly at a disadvantage at first, caught off guard by that strange and treacherous swordplay. But as time passed, he had gradually been able to adapt.

Gong Jiu's advantage was constantly being lost, and his physical strength and Internal Force were being rapidly consumed under the heavy sword attacks of Yu Liancheng.

"Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art!"

Xiao Laotou muttered to himself; he had naturally heard of this external martial art and was quite clear about its power.

He could guarantee that, fighting until now, Yu Liancheng had not yet fully unleashed the "Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art" and still held back his trump cards.

Once both sides fought until they were exhausted and Gong Jiu's true power was depleted too much, even if his swordplay could surpass Yu Liancheng by a move or two, it would be difficult to injure such an expert with perfected hard-body cultivation.

Of course, Gong Jiu was not without a chance of winning.

He was a very clever person who would often use unexpected moves. Moreover, his own physique was special, and combined with that martial art, his recovery ability was astonishing.

Clang, clang, clang!!

The two sword lights were entangled together, and amidst the overflowing Sword Qi, they had already clashed countless times.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted, shaking the void; the two sword lights suddenly collapsed, and the figures of Yu Liancheng and Gong Jiu were revealed.

Yu Liancheng held the Duoqing Sword, standing tall, drifting down slowly from the air like an Exiled Immortal.

Gong Jiu's figure fell from the air, and at the moment before hitting the ground, his body spun in mid-air and landed steadily, yet his face was pale, his clothes stained red, and a wound appeared on his left shoulder.

But what was strange was that this wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yu Liancheng looked at this scene, his gaze also slightly heavy.

He had already learned from Xiao Laotou that the reason Gong Jiu had such abnormal recovery ability mainly stemmed from two points.

First, Gong Jiu practiced a strange art called the "Sun and Moon Litian True Formula," where the sun and moon hang in the sky, eternal and unchanging, allowing the body to maintain a peak state for a long time.

Of course, although the intent of this martial art was high, this was ultimately just a martial arts world, and even if one could master it, its actual effect on the vast majority of people was not significant.

Second, Gong Jiu's physique was special and inherently possessed strong recovery ability, which was very compatible with this martial art, allowing him to push it to an unexpected height.

It was not that there was no way to kill Gong Jiu.

One just had to kill him in one blow, not giving him a chance to recover.

For example, in the original story, Lu Xiaofeng used a whip like a spear to pierce directly through Gong Jiu's heart.

Once the heart was pierced, no matter how powerful the recovery ability, it was helpless.

Thinking of this, Yu Liancheng's gaze sharpened, and his momentum became increasingly heavy.

After recovering, Gong Jiu looked at Yu Liancheng coldly: "You wait, I will definitely kill you."

After saying this, he tapped his toes, unleashed his light-body technique, and disappeared after a few leaps.

"This guy actually left!" Yu Liancheng was somewhat caught off guard.

He and Gong Jiu had the "grudge of a stolen wife," which was unacceptable to any man. He had thought the two would fight to the death today, yet he had just fled like this.

"Are you very surprised?" Shaman had walked to his side at some point, her beautiful eyes flickering: "In reality, he doesn't care about anything, including me!"

Yu Liancheng already understood Shaman's meaning and said thoughtfully: "What Gong Jiu truly cares about is only himself. And since I can already pose a threat to him, he left, without hesitation. He needs to have absolute certainty before coming to deal with me again."

Shaman nodded: "Correct, he is exactly that kind of person."

A very terrifying person.