roccoschili Chapter 2 - 2 Turnaround
Chapter 2 - 2 Turnaround
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the young man blocking the way was named zhou kan, who was the same age as zhou heng, also seventeen. however, his cultivation level was much higher than zhou heng's, already at body refinement sixth layer, just one step away from stepping into the bone refinement realm!
zhou kan's father, zhou jianming, also had considerable talent. unfortunately, his contemporary was none other than the prodigy, zhou dinghai! under the brilliance of zhou dinghai, zhou jianming naturally paled in comparison, always being a tragic figure used to set off others.
this was why zhou jianming harbored intense hatred for zhou dinghai. regrettably, no matter how hard he tried, he could not keep up with zhou dinghai's pace—even though zhou dinghai spent most of his time
"this is my body, and you must obey me while you're inside it!"
zhou heng roared inwardly, his will becoming even more resilient and tough as he fiercely suppressed the broken sword.
humm! humm! humm!
the black broken sword, unwilling to be suppressed by zhou heng, started to vibrate violently again, sending out tremors that felt as though they would make zhou heng's body burst!
zhou heng scoffed coldly in his mind, showing no weakness in his counterattack, determined to suppress the black broken sword.
man and sword were locked in a stalemate, waging a war of attrition. the broken sword felt no pain, but zhou heng, flesh, and blood, was sweating profusely, soon soaking his clothes completely, with every muscle in his body groaning in pain.
but for a young man who had harbored resentment for ten years, this black broken sword was the prime culprit—how could he concede to it?
he had endured for ten years, but today, he would bear it no longer!
having cultivated the fierce sun jue for ten years, zhou heng's will had been greatly tempered, giving him the strength to engage in such a conflict; otherwise, he would have fainted within a minute.
ten minutes, thirty minutes, one hour!
zhou heng's body was trembling on the verge of collapse. at this moment, just a push from someone would make him fall flat and pass out instantly. but there was one string that remained taut, unbroken. he endured bitterly, and his will, forged by such trials, became as hard as steel.
it was all about keeping his breath!
even though the black broken sword was just an object, zhou heng couldn't swallow his anger. he would rather lose to anyone else but not to this thing that had harmed him for ten years!
two hours, three hours!
zhou heng had long reached his limit; he no longer felt any pain in his body. it wasn't that the pain had disappeared, but that he had become numb, unable to feel even if his limbs were broken at this moment.
yet his will grew stronger, firmly suppressing the black broken sword without the slightest compromise or retreat!
the vibration of the black broken sword grew weaker and weaker until finally, it stopped altogether.
the moment it came to a complete halt, a deep, ink-like shadow burst forth from the sword, more brilliant than starlight and more dazzling than the sun!
boom!
nine patterns immediately appeared in zhou heng's mind, deeply etched into his memory, constantly changing. they depicted a sword slashing and thrusting with profound mystery!
this was... the nine forms sword techniques!
this mysterious black broken sword had actually imparted to him the nine forms sword techniques!
zhou heng was dumbfounded, finding it unbelievably astonishing! but if the broken sword could reside in his dantian for ten years—maybe even longer before he noticed it—such a bizarre oddity had already occurred, so what was so surprising about it teaching him the nine forms sword techniques?
in just an instant, all the images shattered, turning into countless black spots that scattered throughout his mind and merged into his blood and bones.