CHAPTER 145: CHAPTER 146: STEALTH KILL STYLE

At this moment, Lu Ren, who is in a certain realm, has such precise control over himself that he has reached a meticulous level. He dares to say that among the Great Perfectionists of Fist Technique, he is definitely one of the top combatants.

Although he has not yet elevated his mind and body to the extreme limit of this level.

But this extreme state is the limit of his own boundaries!

And not the limit of the Great Perfection of Fist Technique level.

Due to each individual’s constitution, the extreme level that Great Perfectionists in Fist Technique can achieve differs.

Some are inclined towards power, some towards agility, or endurance, etc.

When everything quieted down, the expressions of the two remained calm, as if this was not a life-and-death battle, but a calm and mundane sparring.

Lu Ren slowly unsheathed his twin swords, with the aid of Phoenix Falcon Fist, the swords were like wings, in an indistinguishable state left or right, the Basic Swordsmanship combined with Phoenix Falcon Fist gave him an advantage at this moment.

Huang Jixuan slowly raised the longsword in his hand, pointing directly at Lu Ren.

In opposition, the Memorial Hall became completely silent, none dared to breathe heavily, and even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

In this era, although there are significantly more Great Perfectionists of Fist Technique than in ancient times, they are not easily found everywhere. Having two or three Great Perfectionists within a top martial arts school is quite difficult, and the Assassination Swordsmanship School, with its centuries-old history, having three in the current day is quite formidable.

Great Perfectionists of Fist Technique have already surpassed ninety-nine percent of contemporary martial artists.

The life-and-death showdown between two Great Perfectionists of Fist Technique today is rare since the revival battle of Huaxia, especially in the peaceful environment of the 21st century.

"Assassination Swordsmanship School, Huang Jixuan."

Upon hearing the solemn self-introduction from the opponent, Lu Ren does not delve into anything profound.

"Phoenix Falcon Fist, Lu Ren."

Neither of them attacked first; in weapon melee, any mistake could be fatal, often deciding life and death in an instant.

Both are seeking the most suitable opportunity to make a successful strike.

Yet, during the confrontation, Lu Ren noticed that Huang Jixuan seemed somewhat unusual.

In such a life-and-death battle at the same level, a martial artist must be completely focused, constantly monitoring the opponent’s movements, footwork, gaze, and subtle actions, all need to be completely observed.

One even needs to hear the opponent’s breathing rhythm, or further the flow of their Qi and blood, thus judging their movement and seizing the moment for an attack.

Under such a highly concentrated mental state, the pupils of a human will shrink to the size of needle tips.

However, Huang Jixuan’s state is evidently not right; his pupils are dilated and unfocused, his gaze does not gather at all, and Lu Ren feels no sense of full concentration from him. Instead, he appears absent-minded, vacant, as if in a state of divine travel and unconcerned.

His consciousness seems not in his body, but in divine travel; only his physical body remains.

Assassination, assassination...

Lu Ren suddenly somewhat understood why the Security Department kept records and collected data on the unbelievable ways top assassins from the Assassination Swordsmanship School infiltrated and completed assassinations.

Even in the most glorious period of a dynasty, they could injure an Emperor and retreat unharmed.

Is this a secret martial path formed by assassins to avoid being detected?

Ultimately, Huang Jixuan’s unfocused eyes, after sweeping a circle, settled on Lu Ren. As if locking onto a target, his pupils did not shrink but became even more unfocused.

Swish!!

Huang Jixuan suddenly moved, his seemingly tall but chiseled figure moved like a specter, incredibly fast.

Indeed, it was three big steps, and he leapt forward to Lu Ren’s front, the longsword in his hand dragging sword shadows as his arm and waist and abdomen powered his movement.

His steps and actions surpassed human imagination; his wrist flicking, the longsword moving accordingly, fiercely stabbing out thus forming a dazzling sword shadow.

Though it looks flamboyant, it has no effect on Lu Ren, whose dynamic vision is strong enough to track the trajectory of a bullet fired from a gun, let alone Huang Jixuan’s strike.

At the Great Perfection level in Fist Technique, Lu Ren considers himself not weaker than anyone!

Clang!

Lu Ren easily caught the trajectory of this sword, the right hand executed Yan Form forcefully, and with heavy power outright swept the sword away, while the left hand lifted the Han Sword straight to pierce Huang Jixuan’s neck.

Huang Jixuan’s pupils still showed no focus, with a state of divine travel, appearing extremely dazed. Yet his movements were incredibly agile, and as soon as Lu Ren’s left hand Han Sword moved, he tilted and avoided the sword by a fraction.

The overall feeling was smooth flowing, without any hindrance, effortlessly natural as eating and drinking.

And what surprised Lu Ren was the opponent made an incredibly astonishing move, switching swords between hands, releasing the longsword with the right hand, catching the sword hilt with the left as it soared in the air.

This aerial sword transition indeed shook everyone’s eyes, many martial artists skilled in weapon combat recognize the perils.

It must be known that any martial artist practicing weapon combat, the first thing taught is how to tightly grip the weapon; in fierce blade-hand combat, many martial artists even tightly bind their hand and handle with strips to ensure it didn’t slip out during intense clashes.

Once a weapon slips out, it presents a most dangerous scenario.

Keeping hold of one’s weapon is the first rule for any martial artist skilled with weapons.

Yet Huang Jixuan of the Assassination Swordsmanship School broke this iron rule.

This surprising move directly freed him from expending the force of the move, even retreating half a pace to seize half a body’s distance.

In weapon combat, every inch of distance is a huge advantage, let alone half a body.

Huang Jixuan thrust out a sword!

His wrist flicked, the sword hummed continuously, vibrating the air, causing discomfort to the ears.

This switch-hand sword form made Lu Ren realize something was wrong, his steps shifted, and the high agility brought by Phoenix Falcon Fist allowed him to promptly retreat.

However, ultimately, it was stuck for half a blink of an eye, the sword tip pierced, instantly tearing open Lu Ren’s wide martial arts uniform and stabbing directly towards his chest.

Ding!

A clear sound of metal striking echoed.

The sword tip from Huang Jixuan’s longsword touched for a mere moment, and Lu Ren swiftly retreated.

He lowered his head, glancing at the tight combat garment issued by the Security Department beneath his oversized martial arts uniform, the two largest high-strength alloy armor plates over his chest. On the plate protecting the heart was a white spot from Huang Jixuan’s sword.

(Haha, actually there’s one palm/hand dog head protection)