Chapter 1144: Must Enjoy

"Pride," the famed sword hidden within the Great Wei royal palace.

The Wei Emperor's gift of this sword was a clear expression of his expectations for Yan Shaofei.

Yan Shaofei, a wandering swordsman, yet able to outshine all others in Wei, and even become "Proud" of the world on the River Observing Terrace. He could certainly be called a celestial talent.

At this moment, he infused the sword with Red Lotus Karmic Fire, then used Zhongshan Weisun's Dragon Sparrow Soldier Slaughter to "cleanse" the Red Lotus, revealing the sword's true nature.

Then, a single strike came straight.

Washing away the lead, like waking from a dream.

This was a strike that illuminated the true heart, a dazzling and peerless strike.

Judging by this one strike alone, it was almost comparable to the karmic saber art unleashed by Gan Chang'an!

But Zhongshan Weisun gave not an inch.

Dragon Sparrow Soldier Slaughter and Sword Lifting Red Lotus were both extremely powerful killing techniques, colliding and scattering across the sky.

Yan Shaofei's ability to pierce through the "falling blossoms" with his returning-to-truth "Pride" strike indeed granted him a step ahead.

But this didn't mean anything.

It was just that this particular strike was more suitable at this moment, nothing more.

And his fist was even stronger!

In a world of flowers and blood, facing Yan Shaofei's approaching steps.

Facing this heroic swordsman, and his proud strike.

Zhongshan Weisun's fist "bulged."

More precisely, surging Soldier Qi enveloped his fist. Flowing like water, surging like waves, even... enveloping his entire body.

The ferocious Soldier Qi surged, then instantly contracted, solidifying into substance.

Those were layer upon layer...

Black, gleaming armor plates.

Stacked one upon another, covering Zhongshan Weisun completely.

The helmet bore horns like a bull's, and fire patterns writhed on the armor.

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Only a pair of cold, indifferent eyes were revealed.

The elegantly refined noble young master instantly transformed into a bloodthirsty and ruthless battlefield general.

The中山氏(Zhongshan Clan)'s secret technique, Military Training Demon Armor.

It was not an armor treasure, but a top-tier combat art that enhanced all aspects of a practitioner.

Zhongshan Yanwen, the current General of the Yingyang Guard in Jing State, relied on this technique back then, venturing eight thousand li deep into the borderlands, killing an encroaching true demon, and becoming renowned throughout the world!

After Zhongshan Yanwen created this art, it replaced the original inherited techniques of the Zhongshan Clan, becoming the family's core secret text.

This shows its power.

Zhongshan Weisun's Military Training Demon Armor also had his own interpretation, different from the original text, incorporating the power of Southern Bright Separating Fire, making it more suitable for himself.

At this moment, Zhongshan Weisun, helmeted and armored, stood still like an iron statue.

Cold, rigid.

And he unleashed his fist...

"Kill!"

"I shall die in the enemy ranks!"

"We shall never retreat!"

Hiss!

Clang clang clang!

In an instant, the "blood" and "flowers" flying everywhere were all pushed away. A terrifying aura swept forth.

As Zhongshan Weisun's fist roared out, countless phantoms of military souls flickered behind him.

Some riding horses, some shouting for blood, some charging, some beheading...

Indeed, iron cavalry surges, swords and spears clashing!

Under such a fist, even the "Pride" sword had to slightly bend, and even Yan Shaofei had to retreat!

Fist pressing against the long sword, one advanced, one retreated.

The blood and flowers filling the sky were accelerating their collapse.

While everyone marveled at this scene, Cao Jie subtly leaned back, an invisible and intangible force spreading out, blocking Jiang Wang's surroundings -

Just now, he had sensed the sword intent emanating from this young man, knowing he had gained some enlightenment.

To prevent others from noticing, he quietly took action to conceal it.

What had stirred Jiang Wang was not the Dragon Sparrow Soldier Slaughter nor the Sword Lifting Red Lotus; while these two killing techniques were indeed supreme, on par with his Fire Realm technique, and even stronger due to the practitioners' cultivation,

What made Chang Xiang Si clang so resonantly, what caused his sword intent to surge, even leaking outwards, was Yan Shaofei's strike, "Pride."

It was too fitting.

Seeing this strike, he immediately gained enlightenment.

His youthful, frivolous sword almost leaped out of his mind on its own. The sword spirit of Chang Xiang Si, joyfully flying within the Five Palaces Sea,

Youthful and frivolous, nothing compares to "Pride"!

Precisely because of self-satisfaction, one looks around with self-confidence.

Because of youthful pride, one is unrestrained and frivolous!

Jiang Wang had once seen Zhao Yu's ten years of concealed saber, one kill, and gained enlightenment on the "ten years of desolation, life and death intertwined by hatred" of the Scholar-Official Sword.

Today, he saw Yan Shaofei's "Pride" sword form and gained enlightenment on the "Pride" of the Youthful Sword.

The so-called Human Dao Sword Form is precisely the exposition of the word "Human." It is originally a contemplation of oneself, of the world, of oneself, a summation and analysis of all experiences.

First Zhao Yu, then Yan Shaofei.

Using the true intent of others to enlighten one's own true intent.

Truly wondrous beyond words.

The surge of emotion that sprouted in that instant made Jiang Wang almost want to leap onto the platform, to unleash his own strike amidst the falling blossoms of blood and flowers, to let out a long roar followed by a long song.

Of course, he could only restrain himself.

Aside from True Monarch Yu Tuo, who presided over the main matches, and the six supreme beings who manifested their Dharma appearances, anyone who interfered with the main matches of the Yellow River Meeting was courting death.

Jiang Wang calmed his emotions, reined in his sword intent, and continued to watch the battle, completely unaware of what Cao Jie had just done.

Cao Jie himself remained nonchalant.

Ji Zhaonan, sitting beside him, kept his gaze fixed ahead.

But on the stage—

Zhongshan Weisun activated the Military Training Demon Armor, unleashing the Zhongshan Clan's secret technique, the Nine Gates Killing Fist, pushing back Yan Shaofei with a "Iron Cavalry Surges, Swords and Spears Clashing" strike.

Fist surging with Soldier Qi, suppressing the entire field.

Blowing up air and sword qi, sealing off any room for the opponent to maneuver.

For a time, he held the upper hand, like a god or a demon.

And Yan Shaofei retreated further and further.

His speed of retreat could not keep up with Zhongshan Weisun's speed of advance, and the "Pride" sword was being bent more and more by the armored fist.

However, his expression was not fearful, his eyes were actually sorrowful.

Sorrowful?

Zhongshan Weisun couldn't understand.

The spectators on the stands also couldn't understand.

This vast world, this vast sea of people, each has its own joys and sorrows.

The myriad beings in this world, all those outside oneself...

To me, they are all mere spectators.

This sorrow in my heart is unspoken, this endless hatred is unknown to anyone.

No need for others to know!

Zhongshan Weisun, beneath the Military Training Demon Armor, saw Yan Shaofei looking at all this with sorrowful eyes. The jade ring binding his hair suddenly exploded, and his long hair danced wildly.

The sorrow in his eyes vanished, replaced by radiance and joy.

That extreme, overflowing joy almost flowed out of his eyes.

However, for some reason, seeing this "joy" made people's hearts feel even heavier.

For Zhongshan Weisun, the opponent's emotional change was secondary. The key point was that at this moment, he clearly felt the opponent's momentum rapidly soaring!

The power transmitted from the sword suppressed by his iron fist instantly became vast like a surging long river or raging sea!

The "Pride" sword suddenly straightened, and Zhongshan Weisun, helmeted and armored, was sent flying thirteen steps!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Each step landed firmly on the ground, each step exerting force, before he barely managed to stand firm!

What happened?

In his Military Training Demon Armor state, his strength in all aspects had already soared dramatically. Why would he be suppressed by his opponent?

What Zhongshan Weisun didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

With his long hair dancing wildly, his eyes filled with extreme joy, Yan Shaofei suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.

This was originally a very sudden scene, but it happened very naturally.

His momentum, his intent, his Dao Yuan, his blood... all of him was self-consuming, at this moment shining brightly!

Divine Ability, Must Enjoy!

Giving everything, only seeking a moment of brilliance.

If one cannot enjoy, one must die!

This was a truly life-risking Divine Ability. When this Divine Ability is cast, the practitioner consumes everything, boils everything, pours out everything... letting a lifetime of brilliance bloom in an instant, comprehensively boosting combat power.

If one can defeat the opponent to "enjoy," then the brilliance can remain as before.

If one cannot defeat the opponent, one will die on the spot.

Both are comprehensive combat power boosts.

The Must Enjoy Divine Ability, which requires such a terrifying price, in terms of boost effect alone, is definitely far stronger than ordinary boost Divine Abilities, let alone comparable to Zhongshan Weisun's Military Training Demon Armor.

Therefore, as soon as Yan Shaofei shook his long sword, he had already forced Zhongshan Weisun back.

The two people who were originally equally matched in strength had now created a gap.

In the Must Enjoy state, Yan Shaofei advanced with his sword.

A single strike pierced through the colorful blood and flowers, so dazzling and eye-catching.

But for some reason, his steps seemed unsteady, a little wobbly, a little stumbling.

Like he was drunk!

In visual perception, his movements seemed to have slowed down.

But in perception, this strike became so heavy, so strong.

He was laughing loudly, joyous, proud.

But his sword was sorrowful, struggling, in pain.

Such a strike came, and the cuckoo wept blood, and all things mourned.

Watching that swaying strike come forward.

Zhongshan Weisun found that he could only retreat, only retreat!

He could not bear such deep sorrow, he could not withstand such grief.

What kind of sword momentum was this?

As Zhongshan Weisun retreated, he surged his Soldier Qi, and in the state of the Military Training Demon Armor, he unleashed the Nine Gates Killing Fist.

The Soldier Qi rose from behind, enveloped the high sky, covered the clouds and veiled the sun, sweeping forward.

This was a punch that condensed great power, a punch that swept like a torrent.

Where the great army pointed, none could stand against it.

The so-called "black clouds pressing down, the city is about to crumble"!

But that sword actually pierced through.

It pierced through in a crooked, wobbly manner.

It split the black clouds and pierced through all the killing intent.

It disintegrated his fist momentum, and Yan Shaofei, laughing loudly, stumbled and collided forward.

A sword had already crossed his neck!

Zhongshan Weisun felt a chill run down his spine!

This opponent, this heroic swordsman from Wei whom he hadn't paid much attention to beforehand and hadn't been able to find much more background on later.

He used a sword named "Pride."

He activated a Divine Ability named "Must Enjoy."

His eyes were full of joy, his face full of laughter.

But his sword momentum seemed to carry a burden of sin, sad and heavy.

What had this person experienced?

What kind of story did this person have?

What kind of sword technique was this!?

In the distant starry sky, the Star-Gazing Holy Tower of Zhongshan Weisun and the Star-Gazing Holy Tower of Yan Shaofei shone brightly against each other.

And within his body, the Five Palaces trembled.

Zhongshan Weisun looked straight at Yan Shaofei, his eyes instantly becoming deep as a prison.

He activated the Divine Ability he had already displayed in previous rounds of battle...

Prison!

Torturing the opponent's spirit and soul, inflicting endless torment and suffering upon them.

As the Divine Ability was continuously developed, Prison would also become more "rich."

In the first round of battle, upon the activation of Prison, the opponent from the Northwest Five Nations Alliance had already collapsed on the spot. And that was a celestial talent from the harsh lands of the Northwest Five Nations, renowned for their strong will!

When the opponent was feeling smug, it was the perfect time for Prison to show its might.

There was no more suitable choice than this.

Zhongshan Weisun clenched his iron fist, ready to follow up with an attack at any moment.

But...

The Prison Divine Ability fell.

Yan Shaofei's expression did not change in the slightest. He still laughed brightly, his eyes overflowing with joy. And stumbling, a sword had already reached his body!

The Prison Divine Ability had no effect on him whatsoever!

Or, more precisely, Prison had indeed had an effect, but Yan Shaofei had endured that pain.

This could only mean that the pain he was experiencing at this moment was even deeper, even more excruciating!

Zhongshan Weisun suddenly had a realization.

Perhaps this current state of this person was originally fueled by pain and sin.

He then reached a conclusion: Yan Shaofei in this state was invincible!

So he unleashed a "Iron Cavalry Surges, Swords and Spears Clashing" strike, and without hesitation, shot into the air, changing his position.

Unconsciously, his fighting will had changed again and again.

From aggressively defeating the opponent, to seriously defeating the opponent, and now... enduring the opponent's Divine Ability state and waiting for an opportunity.

Of course, the desire to win had never extinguished from beginning to end.

For war, victory is always more important than the process.

Understanding how to avoid the opponent's sharp edge is understanding war.

But at this moment.

Facing Zhongshan Weisun's Nine Gates Killing Fist, Yan Shaofei surprisingly did not dodge or evade.

He just stumbled forward, delivering a sword strike towards Zhongshan Weisun!

The fist qi ruthlessly slammed into Yan Shaofei, directly shattering his protective starlight and causing his chest bone to collapse. It emitted a grating, painful sound,

But Yan Shaofei was still laughing.

In his Must Enjoy state, he was not killed by this punch.

He laughed joyfully, stumbling forward and falling.

Like an innocent and happy child, brandishing a wooden sword, laughing and running, but with unsteady steps, falling down on the spot.

However, it was this fall.

Zhongshan Weisun's rising momentum was instantly blocked, and his entire body was slashed by countless sword qi that appeared out of thin air.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding!

That was the sound of sword qi cutting through the Military Training Demon Armor.

In this frenzied sword qi slashing, Zhongshan Weisun was forced back to the ground.

And Yan Shaofei fell in front of him!

Like a drunkard drowning his sorrows in wine, like a fallen child, he stumbled and fell forward in front of him.

The "Pride" sword, by chance, pierced right into his heart!

Zhongshan Weisun was unwilling, unconvinced, indignant!

He still had Divine Abilities unreleased, trump cards unplayed, and the Nine Gates Killing Fist was not yet fully unleashed!

How could he, the majestic celestial talent of Jing State!

But the extremely sorrowful and painful sword qi raged wildly in his body.

His pain and his sin were ignited again, even setting off the fire of the Red Lotus. The painful flames burned within his body...

A clear light soothed him.

It soothed his body, but his heart became even more painful!

Because Yu Tuo had intervened.

In True Monarch Yu Tuo's declaration of victory.

Zhongshan Weisun looked at Yan Shaofei, who was half-fallen in front of him, the long sword piercing his heart and simultaneously supporting himself.

He spat blood foam and asked with difficulty, "What kind of sword technique is this?"

After asking the question, he suddenly remembered that the person opposite him seemed to be mute.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was born unable to speak that this guy was so painful.

Only by being so focused could he be so strong...

At this moment, a strange thought inexplicably arose in Zhongshan Weisun's mind - if Huang Sheli were to also become mute someday, he should become even stronger, right?

"God's Sorrow."

Yan Shaofei said.

He drew out the "Pride" sword.

The moment the sword edge left his body, Zhongshan Weisun really wanted to tell Zhao Tie Zhu to say a few words.

But looking at this guy who drew his sword and retreated, feeling that sense of bleakness and sorrow, he suddenly felt bored.

He'd probably get beaten again when he went back, right?

There was nothing he could do about it. Not being able to display his peak was itself a lack of strength.

But Grandpa, I really tried hard.

Never mind, you wouldn't listen, would you?

So be it...

The person lying on the ground lay flat.

The person standing and retreating was expressionless.

The extreme joy from before completely dissipated, leaving only endless desolation and sorrow.

Although he won this match, he seemed to have hunched over a bit.

It was not that Must Enjoy did not return brilliance, but that this sword first injured oneself, then others!

It made people unable to help but question, what kind of story did he and his sword form have?

The outcome on the martial arts platform was decided, but below the platform, the noise suddenly erupted!

This battle was surprisingly won by the celestial talent from Wei!

A celestial talent not from a hegemonic country had actually reached the final step and was qualified to contend for the top spot in the Yellow River Meeting!

The people of Jing State had ugly expressions, disbelief.

The people of Wei State were overjoyed, bursts of cheering.

And Wu Xun, the Great General of Wei, even stood up directly, his expression agitated: "Yan Shaofei! When you return to the country, I shall lead your horse for you!"

But Yan Shaofei just held his sword, his eyelids slightly lowered, his expression lonely. He stood isolated on the platform, as if abandoned by the entire world.

Even though today...

On the River Observing Terrace, the world was "Proud"!