mynovelweb Chapter 154
Chapter 154
The woman in white dodged the black-clad man's swift blow with a ghostly sidestep. At the same time, she thrust her sword backhandedly, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound. The strike was swift and accurate, aimed squarely at the black-clad man's throat. The black-clad man remained unfazed. He jerked back, bending his waist at an incredible angle, the tip of the sword practically brushing against his nose. Then, with a kick of his legs, he charged at the woman in white like a cannonball, his right fist clenched, striking with a whirring sound.
The woman in white leaped lightly into the air, spinning in mid-air, her sleeves fluttering like a fairy. But her attack didn't cease. Using the momentum of her turn, she swung her sword downward, releasing a sharp stream of energy like a silver streak, slashing towards the man in black. Seeing this, the man in black quickly turned sideways, and the sword energy grazed his clothes, slicing through his sleeve.
The two men exchanged blows, their figures intertwined, the clash of fists and weapons echoing incessantly, sparks flying everywhere. The woman in white's swordsmanship grew increasingly fierce, her strikes never leaving the man in black's vital points; the man in black's fists and kicks were equally powerful, each strike imbued with overwhelming force. They twisted and twirled between the eaves, sometimes leaping high, sometimes flying low along the tiles, leaving tiles shattered, railings broken, and a devastating mess wherever they passed.
Lin Wunian, initially startled by the woman in white, now watched the two with intense interest. She folded her arms, her chin slightly raised, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. What kind of grudge could have driven these two to such a thrilling chase across the rooftops in the dead of night? Was it a vendetta, or perhaps something more? Lin Wunian's thoughts followed the two figures across the rooftops. She leaned against the window, as if she were watching a free yet incredibly exciting nighttime spectacle.
Lin Wunian leaned against the window, his gaze fixed on the two men engaged in a fierce struggle on the rooftop. The man in black was imposing, his fists whistling like the wind. Each blow seemed to split rocks and split mountains. The tiles beneath his feet shattered under his stomping, transforming into fragments of hidden weapons that scatter towards the woman in white. The woman in white, however, was nimble, like a piece of catkins in the wind, delicately dodging the scattering tiles. With a flick of her longsword, she unleashed a multiplicity of sword flowers, like a galaxy of stars, completely neutralizing the man in black's attacks.
Each of these two possessed unique martial arts skills, each one fierce and deadly. However, the white-clad woman's techniques were more refined. Her swordsmanship was like the nimble tongue of a snake, always finding the black-clad man's flaws at the last moment, and her attacks were cunning and difficult to defend against. Her movements were ethereal and graceful, as if the intense battle was but a spontaneous dance.
Lin Wunian was so engrossed in watching that he couldn't help but nod slightly and commented softly, "Although the kung fu of this man in black is strong and powerful, he seems a little clumsy in front of the exquisite swordsmanship of the woman in white. Every sword of the woman in white contains endless ingenuity. Her grasp of timing and control of her body have reached perfection, and she is obviously better. I just don't know why these two people are engaged in such a life-and-death fight in the middle of the night." As he spoke, Lin Wunian's eyes flashed with appreciation and curiosity. He was already immersed in this rare duel between masters. His previous sad feelings towards Lin Bingshuang were also thrown behind his mind. He just wanted to see what was going on and see where this battle would eventually go.
After dozens of rounds, the black-clad man's situation became increasingly difficult, and he was clearly at a disadvantage. His clothes, ripped in many places by the white-clad woman's longsword, fluttered messily in the night breeze, and his hair was slightly disheveled. His breathing was rapid and heavy, and each gasp was accompanied by a violent rise and fall of his chest. In contrast, the white-clad woman, though her face flushed slightly, remained calm and composed. Her longsword attacks were as fierce as ever, her sword moves flowing like flowing water, without the slightest hesitation.
The man in black was well aware of his disadvantage, but his eyes held a resolute gaze as he stared intently at the woman in white, seemingly unwilling to let her go. Suddenly, he drew a dagger from his waist, its blade gleaming icy in the moonlight. With a loud shout, he completely ignored the white-clad woman's thrusting sword. He lunged forward, swinging the dagger towards the woman's throat in a nearly mutually destructive attack. The blow came with such force and speed that it sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
The woman in white frowned slightly, clearly unprepared for the man in black's desperate efforts. Her reaction was also incredibly quick, tapping her toes and leaping back several feet. Simultaneously, her sword slashed a semicircle in the air, blocking the man's frantic attack with its blade. A loud clang echoed through the night sky, the sound of metal clashing and sparks flying.
The man in black missed his attack, but he didn't give up. Using the recoil of the collision, he flipped in the air, landing steadily on a tile. Then, like a cheetah, he pounced on the woman in white again. His footsteps shattered the tiles, sending a cloud of dust flying around him. The woman in white remained calm, dodging the man's attack and thrusting her sword into his back, the tip of her sword pointed directly at his heart.
At this moment, Lin Wunian was watching intently from the window, thinking to himself, "Why is this man in black so persistent? What is it that makes him willing to risk his life to keep the woman in white?"
Lin Wunian's gaze was fixed on the two men, teetering on the precarious rooftop yet still fighting tenaciously. Though the man in black was covered in wounds and staggering slightly, his ferocity remained undiminished. Each of his attacks was laced with a desperate determination, as if letting the woman in white go would mean losing the most precious thing in the world, or perhaps even facing a fate worse than death.
Lin Wunian knew full well that in the martial arts world, profit, hatred, and secrets could all drive a person to disregard his life. Could it be that the man in black and the sect to which the woman in white belonged had a deep-seated feud, and he was seeking revenge? But if it was simply hatred, given his current disadvantage, such a desperate strategy seemed unwise. Or perhaps the woman in white knew a devastating secret that depended on the survival of the man in black and the forces behind him? If this secret were revealed, it would cause a huge uproar in the martial arts world, which was why he was determined to capture her at all costs.
Lin Wunian's brow furrowed, her curiosity thoroughly piqued. The battle on the moonlit rooftop seemed like a foggy chess game, and she could only be a spectator, eager to discover the true motives behind the black and white pieces.