NABC Chapter 96 Year
Chapter 96 Year
Chapter 96 A Thousand Years
"I see."
Legend has it that there is an evil martial art in the Valley of Villains called the Star Absorbing Technique, which can absorb the internal energy of others for one's own use.
However, everyone's internal strength bears the imprint of their own techniques and personality.
Anyone who has absorbed the power of another person will be forever barred from reaching the Celestial Realm.
If one absorbs too much, the mixed internal energy may cause one to suffer from qi deviation, or even explode and die.
However, what the Life-Burning Technique brings is pure energy that can be transformed into any kind of internal force without any hindrance.
Liang Chen used drugs and evil magic to control these martial arts practitioners, making them use the Life-Burning Technique.
Furthermore, by using a blood sacrifice demon technique that was pre-planted inside the opponent's body, they intercepted the power that the opponent should have gained after paying the price.
Gradually, people realized the truth.
"Even if the lifespan consumed is the same, the power gained will differ due to the difference in talent and potential."
"The remaining lifespan of Qingcheng Sect Leader Yu Canghai can be exchanged for about twenty years of internal energy."
"Chen Liang, the eight-bag elder of the Beggars' Sect, is worth at most ten years!"
"Shaolin, Wudang, the Canal Gang..."
He knows each person's life intimately, defining a fixed numerical value for each individual's life.
The people behind him also fell down one by one, looking like dried corpses.
"Finally, I, Liang Chen, have three years of lifespan remaining, worth thirty years of internal energy!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Chen's aura surged again.
At the same time, fine cracks appeared on his face.
What emerges from the cracks is not blood, but ash.
Dry ash.
That was energy far exceeding his body's limits; it had evaporated into his blood and melted away his muscles and bones.
If this were a world where physics is the norm, Liang Chen would have died long ago.
What keeps him standing now is his will and strength.
His body was a great melting pot, where immense internal energy fused with flesh and bones into a chaotic and disordered mass.
"In total, a thousand years of skill!"
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Liang Chen gritted his teeth, gripped the hilt of the Heavenly Blade in reverse, and rested the back of the blade on his arm.
"Sheng Wansong, this strike carries the power of a thousand years of skill. Do you dare to take it?"
A thousand years of skill.
The founder of the Sacred Heart Manual also possessed a thousand years of cultivation.
But this millennium is not the same as that millennium.
Sheng Wansong sighed for Liang Chen in his heart.
How could the millennium of power he painstakingly acquired through countless schemes and methods compare to his own fourteen years of arduous cultivation?
His expression was solemn, giving Liang Chen ample face.
"You're welcome to give it a try!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Liang Chen laughed loudly, raising his Heavenly Blade straight up to the sky.
Heavenly Blade, Heavenly Blade, Heavenly Blade.
Named after the sky, the sky is vast and contains dark clouds, thunder, rain, dew, frost, snow, wind, and clouds.
The Heavenly Blade of the Heavenly Blade Sect can also accommodate all sword techniques and sword intents.
In the past, Liang Chen was a renowned Overlord Blade. Later, the Heavenly Blade Sect split into two factions due to internal strife, and his beloved woman died as a result. He went berserk and wiped out his entire sect, becoming the Blood Blade that everyone feared.
After his defeat, Blood Blade joined the Heavenly Demon Sect of India and learned the Death Blade technique.
Overlord Blade, Blood Blade, Death Blade.
Liang Chen's entire life flashed before his eyes, merging into the blade and transforming into the Heavenly Blade that belonged only to him.
The north wind sweeps across the fields, and the aura of swords cuts across the sky.
A clear, sharp blade of light shot into the sky, almost piercing through the clouds.
"This strike is unprecedented!"
The leader of the Wudang Sect, gazing at the soaring blade of light, made this assertion.
The Heavenly Blade's intent, an ancient divine weapon, a thousand years of accumulated power, all combined to one extreme.
Click.
Click.
Cracks appeared on the surface of the Nine-Ringed Greatsword. Even the Heavenly Blade Sect's most prized weapon could not withstand a thousand years of internal energy.
This is a power that transcends the limits of the world, an effort that no one in history has ever achieved.
All the fragments of the Heavenly Blade are tightly connected, and before unleashing the most ultimate strike in the world, this divine blade will not shatter itself.
Liang Chen slowly closed his eyes, letting Sheng Wansong's figure become the last image in his memory. "Goodbye, Sheng Wansong, I will probably never forget you."
A thousand years of skill, all concentrated in a single strike.
"The sea of blood dries up, the souls of the dead perish, a single strike wipes out a thousand years!"
The Heavenly Blade shattered with a deafening roar, yet each fragment adhered to every corner of the thousand-foot-long blade of light, shaping it into the form of the Heavenly Blade, which then slashed towards Sheng Wansong.
"You are the challenger."
Sheng Wansong formed the Wisdom and Auspiciousness Mudra with his hands, and the eighth palm of the Tathagata's Divine Palm, the boundless Buddha Dharma, was unleashed with a thunderous roar.
Golden light—this is the familiar Buddha's light.
Liang Chen was defeated by this very light in the past.
Now, the Buddha's light shines once more.
He had long been prepared to overcome all obstacles with sheer force.
However, everything that happened was beyond Liang Chen's expectations.
The Buddha's light did not condense into a monk's knife or anything else.
Light, only light.
A thousand zhang, or 3300 meters, is equivalent to the length of a long street.
It takes a champion 15 minutes to run the 100-meter dash, and even the most skilled agile kung fu master needs more than 5 minutes. Even sound takes nearly 10 seconds to register.
Liang Chentian's sword was a thousand feet long, while the distance between him and Sheng Wansong was less than a hundred meters.
The Heavenly Blade swung down, but failed to strike its opponent.
The blade's edge shot out, cutting through the air and advancing relentlessly, yet it could never reach its target a hundred meters away.
It feels like we're right next to each other, yet worlds apart.
Oh no, how could this be?!
Liang Chen poured all his power, even his life and soul, into the blade, all for the sake of victory with this one strike.
However, this strike still couldn't reach it.
The opponent lowered his eyes and watched the blade's light begin to dissipate, but hesitated to make a move.
Are you trying to humiliate me? To humiliate my overestimation of my abilities? Sheng Wansong!
His body gradually cooled down.
As his millennia of cultivation were exhausted, his lava-like body temperature plummeted, dropping below that of an ordinary person, while the Buddha's light remained warm.
Especially underfoot, the warm feeling is like the embrace of a mother when I was a child.
His gaze shifted slightly downwards, and he saw a golden palm.
It turns out that the opponent had already made their move.
Liang Chen himself is standing in the palm of Buddha's hand.
"The Eighth Palm of the Tathagata Palm - Boundless Buddhist Dharma".
Sheng Wansong raised his right hand, his index finger lightly touching the tip of the knife. The blade's edge had long since lost its strength and dissipated the moment he touched it.
The fragments of the Heavenly Blade fell helplessly to the ground.
The path stretched from Sheng Wansong's feet all the way to Liang Chen, who held the hilt of a knife in his hand. The old man's eyes were closed, and he spoke in a trembling voice.
"If I had not studied evil arts, but instead devoted myself entirely to martial arts."
"In this life, the next life, and even the life after that, can I surpass you?"
Should we tell a white lie?
Sheng Wansong closed his eyes slightly and clearly uttered three words, "Impossible."
"I see...
""
"I lost."
As the last words fell, cracks had already spread all over Liang Chen's body.
His body, like the blade's edge, dissipated into countless ashes.
Even if cremated, bone fragments will remain, but Liang Chen's remains were truly completely destroyed.
Just as the remnant soul was about to dissipate, a silver light shone in Sheng Wansong's palm.
He used the Black Mountain Demon's Black Mountain Refining Technique to create a golden pavilion, where he kept his beloved concubine.
The fragments of the starry sky were refined into the Silver Pavilion for use in martial arts.
"Sheng Wansong, the Central Plains actually possesses such astonishing martial arts skills and masters..."
The man in black and a bamboo hat slowly chewed on the name. "Until we deal with this person, my sect's operations in the Central Plains will be temporarily suspended."
A moment of silence.
As the loudspeakers faded into the distance, deafening applause and cheers erupted from Tianmen Mountain.
I originally thought it was just a fight between two juniors.
Now, the victor of this duel is undoubtedly the number one person in the world.