Sand rose from the ground, akin to an explosion, Chen Chang Sheng suddenly disappeared from sight.
Only a single striking sound could be heard and a distinct sword mark appeared on the wall.
Chen Chang Sheng’s figure reappeared, his position was around 7 metres away from his original position. It was impossible to discern how he had arrived at that location.
He used the edge of his vision for a single glance, seeing that the sword mark left upon the wall was about an inch deep, faintly showing the pale stone within.
This is His Holiness’ Green Leaf World, within a constructed reality, structures here are extraordinarily robust, not to mention, a defensive array was being used in the Tower of Purging Dust.
The seemingly casual sword manoeuvre used by Zhuang Huan Yu had actually managed to leave such a deep scar upon the stone wall, it didn’t take much to imagine the amount of damage it would have done if it had landed on Chen Chang Sheng.
Even if his body’s physical defence was unbelievably high, it couldn’t possibly withstand that move directly.
Luckily, he had never thought of neutralising or blocking that sword manoeuvre, from the start, his intention was to avoid it.
At the moment the blade was drawn by Zhuang Huan Yu, Chen Chang Sheng moved; as the imposing sword flash reflected in his eyes, his right leg had already stepped onto the sandy floor, instantaneously moving.
If the sand-strewn floor could accurately mirror the real world’s night sky, then his initial position would have been the location of the Three Stars Mansion in the Southwestern direction and his current position would be the location of the Neck Mansion in the Southeastern direction.
He cast the sand as a blizzard, borrowing a blizzard’s form and traversing the Twenty-Eight Mansions of the constellations above; his motion technique was erratic and unpredictable; this, was Discerning Steps.
“So that’s Discerning Steps?” said Zhuang Huan Yu, while looking at him calmly, not feeling surprised at his dodging of the sword flash, it was evident that Chen Chang Sheng’s performances in the previous rounds were all known to him.
Chen Chang Sheng didn’t say anything, his right hand continued to firmly grip onto his sword’s hilt, his gaze was slightly low, resting upon Zhuang Huan Yu’s sword bearing right hand.
Zhuang Huan Yu took a step forward, holding out his sword horizontally, his manner was extremely relaxed.
Chen Chang Sheng could clearly see his right hand, which held his blade, gently tighten, the nails turning pale; all signs of impending motion.
Several lines of sword flashes, silently, without indication, cut across a distance of 30 odd metres, arriving in front of him.
Chen Chang Sheng once again moved before the sword flashes arrived, his divine sense focused to a thread, his figure suddenly accelerating. It seemed as if he had taken two steps to the West, yet in the midst of the transition, he had arrived at the rear.
It was still Discerning Steps, this time, he had followed the Southeastern path of the Seventh Mansion.
*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
Several sharp sounds of cutting could be heard erupting from the wall behind him towards the right.
Fragments of stone clattered onto the ground, four distinct sword marks appeared; swift and powerful to the extreme.
Zhuang Huan Yu’s expression remained calm, he stepped forwards once more, shortening the distance between him and Chen Chang Sheng by another step.
Chen Chang Sheng stared at Zhuang Huan Yu’s right hand with stern concentration.