plumnovel Chapter 44 Sorry, my hand slipped and made you bald.
Chapter 44 Sorry, my hand slipped and made you bald.
Sizzle—!
There was no dull thud of a blade piercing flesh, only the sharp whistling of a shovel scraping against the concrete.
The hundreds of outer disciples watching instinctively covered their ears, their faces showing pain.
The high-frequency vibration exploded instantly, blocking Zhao Yijian's sure-kill strike.
The heavy black iron sword, which could cut through iron like mud, was now like a drunkard who had run out of consciousness, frantically slipping on the greasy sheen of Yu Liang's shoulder.
Yu Liang's muscles, bones, and even blood vessels were all moving in unison.
"Go!" He kicked off with his right leg, his spine twisting like a spinning top.
With a whoosh, the terrifying sword energy was forcibly slid to the side.
The sword blade slammed into the ground, grazing Yu Liang's nose. The soil exploded, and the deep abyss it carved out was less than three inches from Su Xiu's nose.
Su Xiu's cries stopped abruptly, and the snot bubble hanging from the tip of her nose burst with a pop.
The outer disciples watching gaped, unable to utter a sound.
At the eye of the storm, Yu Liang was unharmed. His left shoulder, which had withstood the sword's edge, was rosy and translucent, with a layer of warm "patina".
"It...it slid open?"
Someone stammered, breaking the silence, "That's the armor-piercing sword energy of Hidden Sword Peak! Does he think it's a slippery eel? Slippery as it pleases?"
At the eye of the storm, Yu Liang was unharmed. His left shoulder, which had withstood the sword's edge, was rosy and translucent, with a layer of warm "patina".
Zhao Yijian's hand holding the sword froze; the feel of it was disgustingly greasy, as if he were cutting into ancient ice coated with lard.
"That's it?" Yu Liang grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody white teeth, his eyes gleaming with a wolfish green light. "The hardness is passable, but the moisture is terrible. As a walnut, you're too astringent."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Liang made a move.
Instead of retreating, they advanced.
Dragging his broken leg, he slid into Zhao Yijian's arms like a slippery eel.
Close-fitting short-sleeved clothing?
No.
It's a close-up polishing process!
"roll!"
Zhao Yijian roared, and his protective sword energy exploded like a hedgehog.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!
The dense friction sounds blended together.
The sharp sword energy was shattered and smoothed by the terrifying vibration the moment it touched Yu Liang's skin.
Yu Liang's hands, as red-hot as iron clamps, moved with afterimages to touch Zhao Yijian's arm.
"First plate, remove the burrs!"
The hissing sound continued in unison.
Zhao Yijian's priceless "Flowing Cloud Armguard" instantly turned into countless fragments, his entire arm was rubbed raw and shiny, even his pores were smoothed out.
Even a fly landing on it would have to split itself in half.
"Sorcery! What kind of sorcery is this?!"
Zhao Yijian's mentality collapsed.
This is hardly a battle of wits.
This is a public humiliation!
A disciple of the prestigious Hidden Sword Peak was rubbed on the ground like a scrubbed bath.
The crowd of onlookers erupted in uproar.
"Holy crap! That's Senior Brother Zhao's 'Flowing Cloud Armguard'! A top-grade magic weapon! And it's just... worn away like that?"
"Is this really a beating? It looks more like he's exfoliating Senior Brother Zhao."
"That's too brutal... This kind of fighting style is so unsportsmanlike!"
"Sorcery? This is called 'practice makes perfect'!"
Yu Liang moved close to her, using the vibrations and reaction forces to touch her.
Rubbing against the leg.
The trouser legs ripped open, instantly transforming two hairy legs into smooth, jade-like pillars.
Rubbing against her chest.
Click!
The ancestral heart-protecting mirror shattered with a mournful cry, its surface runes worn smoother than a mirror itself.
"Ah! My breastplate!"
From afar, Su Xiu let out a blood-curdling scream, her hands gripping the dirt tightly. "Yu Liang, you spendthrift! That mirror could sell for three hundred spirit stones! You should tear it off and polish it again!"
Pigsy huffed and puffed, nudging Su Xiu as if looking down on her greed, but his little eyes were also fixed on the flying fragments of magical artifacts scattered on the ground, drooling.
Yu Liang ignored it all, his "Scar of Divine Punishment" on his chest greedily devouring the high temperature generated by friction, turning into crimson lava to nourish his body.
"Second plate, porcelain-like finish!"
Yu Liang's hands moved like lightning, tracing a path up his neck.
"You bastard! Stop! Not there!"
Zhao Yijian screamed in terror, his voice distorted.
Shila-
The white jade hair ornament was shattered.
Under the high-frequency vibration, her full head of black hair became as fragile as withered grass, fluttering and falling.
Just one breath.
A brand-new, rosy, and captivatingly shiny braised egg rises slowly under the moonlight.
Bright.
It's too bright.
A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.
Many male disciples instinctively covered their hair, feeling a chill run down their scalp.
"Bald...bald?"
"Senior Brother Zhao's flowing long hair... is gone?"
"That's too ruthless... Killing someone is one thing, but this 'shaving' technique is like killing their spirit!"
Fifth Senior Sister, in her painted skin form, pulled out her notebook and frantically wrote: "Perfect... naturally beautiful without the need for needle and thread."
Fourth Senior Brother Mo Ju's single eye flashed with blue light: "Using the enemy as raw material and the protective spiritual energy as a grinding agent? How ingenious."
Sixth Brother Ghost Cries, stopping his erhu playing: "This friction sound strikes the soul even more directly than 'The Wrongful Ghost.'"
In the center of the battlefield, Zhao Yijian was barely clothed, filled with shame and indignation.
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
He let out a beastly roar, channeling his remaining spiritual energy into the sword, and leaped high into the air to slash down.
Om-!
The greatsword emitted a mournful buzzing sound and was entirely crimson.
"Die!!!"
The sword energy covered an area of ten meters in radius.
There is no way to avoid it.
"It's over! It's really over!"
Someone gasped in shock, unable to bear watching any longer.
Yu Liang didn't dodge; his eyes revealed a frenzied calm.
He stretched out his hands, as if holding a priceless treasure, to meet the sword's edge.
"The third set..."
Yu Liang's voice was hoarse, trembling with extreme excitement.
"Jade Transformation!"
Snapped!
With palms clasped together, he catches a blade with his bare hands!
The ground suddenly collapsed.
Yu Liang's legs sank into the mud up to his knees.
But he caught it.
The palm vibrates at a frequency exceeding the limit.
Sizzle sizzle—!!!
The ancient, rough-hewn heavy iron sword had its centuries-old patina and rust instantly peeled away, revealing its silvery-white inner core.
Mars flows like lava.
"Get the light on, you bastard!"
Yu Liang roared and slashed downwards along the blade with both hands.
Sizzle—!
From the tip to the hilt, the entire sword was polished until it shone like a mirror, as if it had been cast with mercury.
Click.
A soft sound.
The internal metal structure of the sword collapsed under ultra-high frequency resonance.
"Break!"
Yu Liang suddenly crossed his hands.
collapse!
A crisp sound echoed through the sky.
The natal spirit sword, symbolizing the direct lineage of the Hidden Sword Peak, was broken into three pieces in full view of everyone.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
Everyone's expression froze on their faces.
The sword of Hidden Sword Peak... that's a sword cultivator's second life!
It was actually... snapped in half by someone's bare hands?!
"Is he even human?" An outer disciple's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground. "That's a Xuan Tie Heavy Sword! Even a magic weapon might not be able to break it, and he... he broke it with his bare hands?"
puff--!
With his natal magic weapon destroyed, Zhao Yijian was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood and weakening his aura.
But he hasn't fallen yet.
Because Yu Liang's story isn't over yet.
"We want the full range of services, to see things through to the end."
Yu Liangsong broke the sword.
Lean forward.
That head, which also had very little hair, slammed hard into Zhao Yijian's bare chest with the last bit of momentum.
"Spinning headbutt!"
boom!
Zhao Yijian flew backwards for dozens of meters like a kicked ball.
It rolled eighteen times on the ground.
Finally, it lies flat in a "T" shape.
Not moving at all.
The moonlight shone on him, making his whole body gleam.
If you didn't look at that face swollen like a pig's head, it would look like a freshly made porcelain doll.
The entire room fell silent.
The only sounds were the dislocated jaws.
What kind of evil magic is this?
Did they... ruin a person?
Yu Liang stood in the pit and pulled his legs out.
He was steaming, panting like a broken bellows, and the mark of divine retribution on his chest was red and dripping with blood.
But he still insisted on hopping on one foot to Zhao Yijian.
Stretch out your leg.
Step on that smooth, bald head.
It feels very smooth underfoot.
"An inner disciple?"
Yu Liang looked down at him, his voice weak yet extremely arrogant.
"That's it? It's not even as hard as those two walnuts I used to pick up under the overpass."
Done.
He swayed.
The world began to spin, and darkness surged in like a tide.
It's overloaded.
This dilapidated body can't withstand this level of "physical ascension".
He fell straight backward.
Before he completely lost consciousness, he used his indomitable will to look at Su Xiu, who was stunned not far away.
Su Xiu's mouth was agape, her face covered in mud, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, but she was so shocked that she forgot to let them fall.
As she watched the fallen figure, her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a giant hand, the pain making it hard to breathe.
"Yu Liang!" She instinctively crawled forward.
Yu Liang raised his hand shakily and pointed to the broken sword on the ground.
Su Xiu thought he was going to give some last words, so she immediately pricked up her ears and even held her breath.
The surrounding disciples craned their necks, eager to hear what bold words this ruthless man would utter in the end.
"That fragment... it's made of black iron... remember to pick it up..."
Yu Liang's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet it carried an infuriating obsession.
"valuable……"
thump.
Yu Liang collapsed in the dust, unconscious.
Su Xiu's crawling motion froze.
She looked at Yu Liang on the ground, then at the few glittering fragments of the broken sword, and the sadness she had been building up instantly froze.
"You..." Su Xiu gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. She cried and cursed, "You money-grubbing bastard! What time is it and you're still thinking about money!"
As she cursed, she lunged at the broken sword fragments like a mother hen guarding her food, clutching them tightly to her chest, baring her fierce fangs at the disciples around her who were still in shock.
"What are you looking at! It's all mine! Anyone who dares to take it, I'll fight them to the death!"
Under the moonlight, only a mess remained, along with a glittering Zhao Yijian and a greedy girl who was wailing over a broken sword fragment.
And then there's that group of cultivators who seem to have just witnessed an absurd nightmare and haven't yet recovered.
That night, the legend of Zizhu Peak was destined to become even more outrageous because of the word "pan".