On the peak of Flame Palace.

The figures of Yang Chen and Shangyao moved as fast as lightning, flickering rapidly under the disc-like moon, their weapons clashing continuously, attacking and separating in the blink of an eye.

The battle persisted, making the onlookers' hearts feel as if they had been lifted by ropes, tense beyond measure.

Suddenly.

After Yang Chen's Yunlai Dagger locked against Shangyao's Cold Blade Sword, he stared at Shangyao and said, "Do you want to know what your weakness is?"

Shangyao angrily retorted, "Stop talking nonsense! If there's truly a weakness, it's that my strength is too weak. This might be true against the Sect Leader, but with you, it doesn't exist!"

Hearing this, Yang Chen let out a cold laugh and said, "You are indeed quite self-confident!"

Shangyao replied, "This isn't arrogance, it's self-confidence!"

He suddenly exerted force, intending to push Yang Chen away.

Yang Chen let out a cold laugh, lifted his legs, and kicked fiercely towards Shangyao's abdomen.

The immense force sent Shangyao flying, while Yang Chen used the momentum to execute a backflip and landed steadily.

When he landed, Shangyao was still staggering back.

The moment Yang Chen's toes touched the ground, his legs and feet suddenly exerted force, propelling him like a cannonball towards Shangyao.

Shangyao felt his lower abdomen as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, with his intestines twisted.

Suddenly, seeing Yang Chen charging towards him, he hurriedly twisted his body, clinging tightly onto the tiles.

The tiles scattered as he barely managed to stop himself.

But by now, Yang Chen had already arrived.

Clang!

Shangyao hastily raised his sword to block Yang Chen's dagger.

However, after blocking, Yang Chen's dagger slid like an eel along the Cold Blade Sword, stabbing towards Shangyao's neck at a tricky angle.

Shangyao's pupils suddenly contracted, and because the Cold Blade Sword was too long, he couldn't react in time, so he swung his sword hilt towards Yang Chen's dagger hilt.

Seeing this, Yang Chen deftly deflected Shangyao's sword hilt and delivered a heavy kick to Shangyao's chest.

This kick was very forceful.

Shangyao was sent flying by Yang Chen's kick and was about to fall off the building.

"Ha!" Shangyao roared angrily, the Cold Blade Sword suddenly piercing into the roof's spine, barely controlling his body to hang on the edge and avoid falling.

Shangyao used his right hand forcefully, flipped in mid-air, and landed back on the roof ridge.

Upon landing, Shangyao couldn't help but half-kneel, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The earlier two kicks were really heavy.

Yang Chen stared at Shangyao and asked, "Now, are you self-confident or arrogant?"

"Poof!" Shangyao spat out a mouthful of blood and foam, glaring at Yang Chen, "Don't get complacent, it was just me being careless!"

"Oh, really?" Yang Chen sneered, staring at Shangyao, "Didn't expect someone could beat you like this, did you?"

"I already told you!" Shangyao roared angrily, "I was just careless!"

"Alright then!" Yang Chen twirled the dagger in his hand and said, "Let's try again!"

"Seeking death!" Shangyao roared angrily, swinging his sword towards Yang Chen.

Yang Chen let out a cold snort, his hawk-like eyes narrowing, as he thrust his dagger towards Shangyao.

The two moved at astonishing speeds, like lightning and sparks.

Shangyao's Cold Blade Sword shifted, sweeping towards Yang Chen's eyes, and if this hit landed, Yang Chen's eyes would likely be blinded.

Shangyao's rapid change of move caught Yang Chen off guard, but reacting quickly, Yang Chen suddenly ducked and stabbed towards Shangyao's chest.

Seeing this, Shangyao's pupils contracted again, quickly attempting to evade Yang Chen's attack.

But in that instant.

Thud!

Yang Chen's dagger cut through Shangyao's left shoulder.

But Shangyao's sharp sword also grazed Yang Chen's arm.

Blood splattered.

Both let out muffled groans, stepping back two paces, clutching their wounds.

Ye Xin's heart was gripped.

Earlier, she saw Yang Chen gaining the upper hand, forcing Shangyao into constant retreat, thinking victory was near.

But unexpectedly, Shangyao still had the strength to counterattack, and now both were injured, making Ye Xin extremely worried.

On the peak of Flame Palace.

Yang Chen felt a chill spreading from his arm, causing him to turn his head and look.

He noticed the wound had turned black and purple.

He realized, it wasn't poison but rather frostbite!

Seeing this, Shangyao sneered, "Didn't expect it, did you? My Cold Blade is forged from cold iron, naturally carrying a chilling force. Even touching the blade barehanded would cause frostbite, let alone being grazed by it. Look, your blood has stopped flowing, frozen solid, right!"

Yang Chen's expression darkened, glancing at his arm.

As Shangyao said, his arm was black and purple, already frozen solid, with no blood flowing.

He assumed the blood vessels were frozen.

Cold iron…

Yang Chen hadn't expected such a thing actually existed!

Watching the sword in Shangyao's hand, Yang Chen's hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly.

After treating his wound, Shangyao glared at Yang Chen, "I said, today you must become a ghost under my sword!"

Yang Chen chuckled coldly, staring at Shangyao, "Do you know? Your biggest weakness is rigidly applying what you learn, never fully understanding the true essence of the swordsmanship you practice, and your speed is really quite average!"

"What nonsense are you spewing!" Shangyao scolded, "Do you know what Shangqing Swordsmanship is? Utter nonsense!"

In the Sect, among their generation, he was hailed as the best, not just in name, but having comprehended Shangqing Swordsmanship to a profound level.

Now, Yang Chen accusing him of rigid application was simply laughable!

Yang Chen gripped the Yunlai Dagger and said, "Today, let me show you your fatal flaws!"

With that, Yang Chen's gaze swept over to Dongzi's location, "Dongzi, watch closely, this is what you wanted!"

Suddenly, Yang Chen's footwork shifted, his body appearing before Shangyao.

Shangyao roared angrily, his sword slashing out furiously.

Cold light flickered, like a circular wheel, chopping towards Yang Chen.

Shangyao watched as the sharp blade swept across Yang Chen's waist, full of joy.

With this strike, it would surely cut him in half!

However, as the cold light passed through Yang Chen's figure, Shangyao's face went pale.

Because he didn't feel any resistance.

No matter how sharp his sword was, cutting an object and swinging in the air were different, such feeling… was far too light!

Upon steadying his gaze, Shangyao found no trace of Yang Chen, there was only emptiness ahead!

"You must be mistaken!" came a low voice from behind him.

Shangyao, hearing this, quickly tried to dodge.

But it was too late.

Thud!

Yang Chen waved the dagger forcefully from behind Shangyao, slashing sideways.

Although Shangyao had dodged, his speed was still slower than Yang Chen's hand.

The dagger grazed across Shangyao's back, leaving a scar.

"Ah!" Shangyao cried out in pain, dodging, touching his back to find it covered in blood.

"You! How dare you!" Shangyao glared at Yang Chen, filled with rage.

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