Chapter 2342 One Sword Breaks the Law, A Sincere Invitation
Fan Chen, wielding a spiked club, swung it down at Lu Hansheng from above.
Its ferocity reached its peak, and the starry sky fell silent.
In that instant, a thought popped into Lu Hansheng's mind: "Finally, I've sensed a hint of danger."
Snapped!
Lu Hansheng stopped waving the jade fan and closed it tightly. Then, he glanced up and made his decision.
Whoosh!
Lu Hansheng not only had no intention of backing down, but also wanted to face the challenge head-on.
"Sword name: Moon Shadow."
Locking onto his target, Lu Hansheng's face was stern as he stepped forward, sword in hand, the sword seemingly only now truly unsheathed.
The sword's aura was like the sea, covering the starry sky.
Its sharp edge seems capable of cleaving through everything in the world.
The white jade folding fan is named Moon Shadow.
As Lu Hansheng thrust out his sword, the whole world seemed to fall silent.
The spiked club, imbued with a terrifying and domineering power capable of shattering countless stars, suddenly stopped.
what happened?
Fan Chen's body trembled, and he continued to exert his Dao power. However, the spiked club only trembled a few times at most, and still could not be brought down.
In an instant, Lu Hansheng drew his sword and charged.
The sword's momentum was like a rainbow, piercing through the starry sky.
Clang!
The sword whistled and howled, its sound carrying within it the lingering notes of an ancient zither.
Boom!
With a single sword strike, all paths crumble.
The overwhelming power of the spiked club was extinguished by Lu Hansheng wielding his sword.
Ding! Click!
At the same moment, several spikes of the mace broke off due to the sharp sword light, leaving smooth cuts, indicating that they were not hindered in the process.
The sword's momentum didn't diminish, and it instantly engulfed Fan Chen.
At this moment, Fan Chen's Dao heart wavered slightly.
He had thought that with his trump card, even if he couldn't defeat Lu Hansheng, he could at least force him to retreat and fall into a disadvantageous position. However, Lu Hansheng's strength far surpassed his own, breaking through the opponent's defenses with a single sword strike, displaying the demeanor of a true master.
puff!
As the sword's power struck, Fan Chen couldn't withstand it. His breathing suddenly became disordered, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted from his mouth.
Zheng——
Having broken through Fan Chen's fierce attack, Lu Hansheng teleported to his side and unleashed another sword strike.
A flash of sword light appeared, aimed at Fan Chen's head.
Fan Chen was shocked and raised his left arm to defend himself. With a thought, countless runes flowed across his left arm.
Clang! Tear!
A flash of cold light shattered the runes blocking its path, landing on Fan Chen's left arm and slicing through his flesh to reveal the stark white bone beneath, from which blood immediately gushed out.
Knowing he was no match for Fan Chen, he quickly retreated to a distance.
Perhaps having already proven that the other party was weak, Lu Hansheng did not pursue them.
pat!
The familiar sound of a fan opening rang out, and Lu Hansheng struck a dashing pose once more. The sharp sword aura surrounding him slowly dissipated, and his serious and cold expression vanished, replaced by a faint smile.
In the distant void, Fan Chen steadied himself and stared at Lu Hansheng, his face grave and his heart still pounding with fear.
Even from such a distance, if Lu Hansheng were to tear through the void and attack, Fan Chen would still have a moment to react.
After this battle, Fan Chen knew he was no match for Lu Hansheng: "This man is incredibly powerful!"
The gruesome wound on my left arm is healing rapidly.
It took Fan Chen several breaths to erase the lingering sword intent that remained at the wound site.
How to do?
Staring intently at the fan-wielding man in the distance, Fan Chen felt conflicted, caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure of what to do.
"It turns out that you are indeed a weakling."
Lu Hansheng broke the deadlock, looking at Fan Chen directly in front of him, and stated the result in a calm tone.
That was the truth, and Fan Chen gritted his teeth, unable to refute it: "You..."
"I'll give you a chance to learn my name." Lu Hansheng continued steadily, "You need to show the humility of someone in a weaker position and state your background."
If this isn't considered humiliation, then what is?
Fan Chen desperately wanted to tear Lu Hansheng to pieces, but he knew he couldn't do it at his current level.
No matter how angry you are, you have to hold it in.
Suppressing his anger, Fan Chen thought, "Once I find the greatest fortune, I will surely avenge myself!"
In the enclosed space, everyone was watching the battle.
Having witnessed Lu Hansheng's talent, Ye Liujun commented truthfully: "To be fair, Brother Lu does indeed possess remarkable abilities."
Rong Che said with a serious expression, "Better than me."
After spending so many years together, Shen Wuyun had completely integrated into the group: "Tell me some things we don't know."
Rong Che rolled his eyes at Shen Wuyun: "..."
"Forgive my bluntness, but if Brother Shen didn't have this tortoise shell, I'm afraid he wouldn't be a match for Brother Lu either."
Having been mocked, Rong Che naturally had to retaliate.
"So what."
Even if Shen Wuyun relied on the tortoise shell, that was still part of his strength.
"This tortoise shell is your life-saving item. You must take good care of it, lest someone take advantage of the situation and steal it one day."
Rong Che muttered to himself, as a kind of reminder.
Everyone was not stupid; they could understand Rong Che's implied meaning.
From the very first day he met Chen Qingyuan, Shen Wuyun had been on guard against him.
Ye Liujun, who owns a coffin lid, understands this all too well.
Chen Qingyuan glared at Rong Che, too lazy to argue: "Heh."
The battle is over; we can't let Lu Hansheng continue to perform at his normal level. If this continues, it will truly become a fight to the death.
The two sides had just met, and things shouldn't have escalated to this point.
"Old Lu, invite him over as a guest. Be polite and don't say anything that might provoke him."
Chen Qingyuan transmitted his voice from a distance.
Upon hearing his elder brother's words, Lu Hansheng's prepared remarks suddenly caught in his throat and he swallowed them back.
Lu Hansheng used a secret technique to reply in secret: "Brother, I understand."
How polite we brothers are!
You people shouldn't slander him like that!
Such a warm "brother" made Chen Qingyuan feel very happy.
Then, Lu Hansheng composed himself and said to Fan Chen, "The sparring is over. I would like to invite you to sit down and discuss the Dao."
Geek!
Upon hearing this, Fan Chen's heart skipped a beat, and an extreme chill swept through his entire body.
Just moments ago, Lu Hansheng had been so aggressive, but now he was being so polite. Fan Chen suspected something was amiss and tensed up, feeling he had to be on guard.
"Fellow Daoist, I am sincerely inviting you."
Lu Hansheng tried his best to be humble and extended the invitation again.
"You are truly laughable. Do you think I would fall for such a clumsy trap?"
Fan Chen, believing he had seen through Lu Hansheng's intentions, sneered.
There are absolutely no traps.
Lu Hansheng made a solemn vow.
"ridiculous."
The more polite Lu Hansheng was, the more Fan Chen felt that something was amiss.
Ugh!
When the strong show goodwill to the weak, it is indeed not normal behavior. The other party not only does not appreciate it, but also becomes wary.
Seeing Fan Chen's cautious expression, Lu Hansheng felt slightly helpless.
It was clearly Lu Hansheng who had a bad attitude at first, but suddenly changed his personality, becoming kind and friendly, and inviting people to drink wine. Anyone would be wary of that.
"Brother, this guy doesn't know what's good for him. I'd better get him over here!"
Having failed to secure an invitation, Lu Hansheng lost patience and looked towards Chen Qingyuan's location, offering a suggestion.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
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