Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 770 - 614-615: If I follow the heavens, I may prosper, but what should I do if I defy them? (Added 2 - s for monthly tickets)_2
For an ordinary person, they could only react to each move, gradually falling into Heavenly Blade Song Que’s combat rhythm with no hope of victory.
However, Jiang Dali was not one to play by the rules. He was even willing to take hits rather than fall into Song Que’s pace, opting for a contrary approach, slashing wildly with his saber, relentlessly biting at Song Que without concern for his own safety.
Yet, it was precisely this irregular saber skill that unwittingly aligned with the principle of simplicity found in the grand Dao, using strength to break cunning and simplicity to disrupt complexity.
Song Que’s saber skill was simple yet contained complexity; Jiang Dali’s saber skill, on the other hand, remained straightforward and direct throughout.
No matter your myriad of techniques and vast array of logic, I will break it all with a single blow.
"The village chief is indeed extraordinary. I used to think his saber skill was not top-tier. Now it seems I was too short-sighted.
Every saber skill, as long as it suits the wielder, even the ordinary Chopping Wood Blade Technique, can exhibit power on par with the Divine Saber Skill!"
Kou Zhong watched the battle over the river, his eyes gradually brightening, with many insights dawning in his heart.
And he was not the only one with such insights.
Even Queen Yin and Wang Yuyan, with their exceptional eye power, could see the subtleties involved.
Jiang Dali’s saber skill should not have resulted in such a back-and-forth situation against Song Que.
For anyone else to use such a saber skill against Song Que would be a suicide mission.
Because no one could bear Song Que’s Saber Qi and go head-to-head with him.
But Jiang Dali could rely on his formidable physique to force Song Que into a situation where even he was helpless and even got injured.
Hence, the saber skill created by Jiang Dali was indeed the most suitable for him. Even if passed on to others, they could not unleash the power of this set of skills as he could in his hands.
The Players on the riverbank could not comprehend the intricacies involved.
They could only see two NPC Big Bosses clashing at speeds invisible to the naked eye on the river surface, with the sound of their sabers colliding incessantly.
And the blood bars representing both Jiang Dali and Song Que were flickering continuously in their eyes.
Especially when they saw Jiang Dali’s blood bar drop by a quarter due to Song Que’s strikes, many of the Eight Desolate Disciples felt anxious.
However, the Players were aware.
This was a saber duel.
It’s clear that the Black Wind Village Chief did not want to assert dominance over Song Que by using the Golden Bell Unbreakable Body, otherwise with Song Que’s strength, he could not have reduced the so-called ’blood reservoir muscle tyrant’ Black Wind Village Chief’s blood volume by a quarter so quickly.
As time went on.
When they saw Jiang Dali’s blood bar constantly fluctuate between two-thirds and three-quarters and just not falling any lower, while Song Que’s blood bar gradually dropped to three-quarters, the Players were thoroughly convinced.
"The blood reservoir muscle tyrant really lives up to his name. I was worried just now, but it turns out the village chief’s blood bar just won’t drop. That was a needless worry."
"It’s obvious, although Song Que’s saber skill is strong and sharp, now that the village chief has adapted to his skill, he has gradually stabilized the situation and even managed to wound Song Que. Meanwhile, his own injuries are quickly recovering through the operation of his Divine Skill."
"The gap is now starting to show. Song Que’s blood percentage may be higher than the village chief’s, but his total blood volume is much less than the village chief’s, so he is already weakened."
"From this, we can also see how powerful the village chief’s Internal Cultivation Methods are. Who knows what kind of Internal Cultivation Methods Song Que has cultivated? But in terms of recovery speed, it cannot compare to the village chief’s Divine Skill."
"It’s hard to imagine that I thought the village chief’s saber skill was just due to his great strength. Could even the Heavenly Blade Song Que be defeated by such simple saber skill?"
Clang!
A thunderous metallic resonance suddenly erupted over the river, vibrating like thousands of sand bells jingling by everyone’s ear, shaking their eardrums.
A massive wave of Saber Qi split the river waters and surged to both sides.
Song Que was sent flying backward by the strike, tumbling through the air before plunging into the water with half his body submerged, causing a huge splash, before rising again.
His saber-holding left arm trembled violently and his grip exploded with pain, even blood seeped out, drop by drop.
But at that moment, his eyes shone with a strange light, fixated on Jiang Dali, who was regaining energy across the way, erupting with laughter, "Exhilarating, exhilarating! Never has anyone fought to this extent with ’I’ using such saber skill, even managing to injure me! Black Wind Village Chief, your reputation is well deserved!"
Jiang Dali’s eyes were filled with a cold, heartless glint as he calmly said, "And never has anyone been able to injure the village chief to this extent.
This is as much an opportunity for you, Song Que, as it is for ’I’ to gain insight into the saber skill. Both of us should cherish it!"
At this time, he was in tatters, his clothes drenched with his own blood.
His massive physique, like that of a bear and tiger combined, was covered with blood mixed with beads of water, slickly rolling off.
He now bore forty to fifty saber wounds, the fiercest one nearly deep enough to see bone.
Yet even so, he stood proudly, like a man of iron, holding a broken blade with an astonishing momentum, his body brimming with surging strength.
Once, Xiao Feng suffered numerous blade and sword wounds countless times, yet he could still fight vigorously.
His physique, compared to Xiao Feng’s, was perhaps many times stronger; such superficial wounds, aside from pain, were essentially of no concern.
And the distinctive sensation these wounds brought also rewarded Jiang Dali with bountiful gains in combat.
Once, his battles often involved employing Cross Training Divine Skill, charging headlong and bludgeoning his enemies to death.
Now, his fighting style was unchanged, but with an added sense, a sense of crisis.
