Chapter 590: Is There Any Future for Civil Engineering Plus Flying Sword (Thanks to 'Hanzhao')

Chapter 590: Is There Any Merit to Combining Civil Engineering with Flying Swords? (Thanks to 'Han Zhao Yuan' for the alliance leader donation)

Watching Zhang Yu wield his flying swords with the mountain-moving divine power of Heavenly Kunlun, Bei Wufeng remained unperturbed, his fingertips flicking lightly to shift his sword formation.

"Junior, that is not how flying swords are played; it is not a contest of brute strength."

"What do you think of this Myriad Sword Art, Junior?"

Bei Wufeng chuckled, and his twelve flying swords split from one into two, then four, transforming in the blink of an eye into a sky full of sword shadows.

Yet, this change was not a physical multiplication of Bei Wufeng's Taihao Sacred Law swords; rather, to Zhang Yu’s perception, they had become dense, chaotic, and impossible to distinguish from reality.

Zhang Yu felt as if he had activated a radar, only to find no true signature among a sea of red dots—all of them false targets.

Zhang Yu knew that in a sword duel, where blades crisscrossed the vast sky at high speeds and great distances, visual locking was impossible.

Even within this ten-mile battlefield, relying on sight to track twelve flying swords was futile against the shifting offensive.

The Taihao Sacred Law swords detected and locked onto targets through the Taihao Sword Realm and the Taihao Moral Sword Intent.

As for the Sword Intent, the two had been clashing since the start, and neither could gain the upper hand.

But in the struggle for the Sword Realm, Bei Wufeng held total dominance.

Once the Myriad Sword Art was unleashed, it thoroughly scrambled Zhang Yu’s perception; as the streams of light collided, his twelve Taihao Sacred Law swords were struck back, blind and reeling.

Bei Wufeng chuckled and asked, "Junior, the repair costs for your swords will be quite high if we continue. Shall we stop?"

Zhang Yu replied calmly, "Senior, we have only just begun. Why the rush to end it?"

As he spoke, Zhang Yu pinched a Dao seal, activating the Formless Heart-Weapon of Heaven and Earth’s Ruin.

"Wind Calamity!"

With a point of his finger, a gale from the Spirit Realm swept toward his twelve Taihao Sacred Law swords.

Instantly, the Spirit Realm flow surged, the Sword Realm expanded violently, scattering the illusory shadows of the Myriad Sword Art and gradually revealing the true positions of the blades.

"Fire Calamity!"

With a muffled boom!

Mana erupted from the twelve swords like tongues of flame, forcing them into an overload state.

Suddenly, the swords became like twelve bolts of lightning, driven by the gravity of the Earthly Fiend and the Fire Calamity, forcing Bei Wufeng into a flurry of frantic maneuvers.

"Good Junior, to think you’ve pushed the Formless Heart-Weapon of Heaven and Earth’s Ruin to level 10 in just two months?"

"Very well, then let us compare sword techniques again."

"Twelve Sword Attendants! Come forth!"

In an instant, a Spirit Realm gate manifested in the air—the entrance to Bei Wufeng’s own cave dwelling deep within the Spirit Realm.

As the gates swung open, twelve sword-spirit shadows leaped out.

These twelve were artifacts Bei Wufeng had poured his efforts into crafting; though lacking high intelligence, each had undergone massive sword training, absorbing data day and night within his Spirit Realm dwelling, mastering diverse styles and sparring against one another.

Combined with the acceleration of the Spirit Realm, each was a master who had practiced for centuries, their minds filled with nothing but the sword.

Once the Twelve Sword Attendants were unleashed, Zhang Yu felt as if he were being besieged by twelve Foundation Establishment experts.

With Zhang Yu’s speed of thought and wealth of martial experience, he could not withstand the encirclement.

Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, Bei Wufeng’s swords, bolstered by the attendants, swept forward like a storm, threatening to breach within a thousand meters of Zhang Yu.

Facing this combined assault, Zhang Yu’s gaze sharpened; imperceptibly, he switched his Green Lotus Sword Embryo to the Three-Eyed Supernatural Power and his Chain-Array suit to the Martial Saint Body.

Allowing the enemy swords within a thousand meters was Zhang Yu’s deliberate choice.

In close-quarters combat, he could barely discern the movements with his own eyes.

Especially under the enhancement of the Three-Eyed Supernatural Power and the Martial Saint Body, the chaotic twelve-fold sword intent that had been impossible to identify now became crystal clear—every move simple, every strike plain, and so very... learnable.

With a resounding clash, two swords met in the exact same posture and technique.

To Bei Wufeng’s surprise, the closer his swords pushed toward Zhang Yu, the fiercer the resistance became, and the opponent even began to mimic his Twelve Sword Attendants.

"This is..." Bei Wufeng’s heart skipped a beat. "Has he hidden a sword spirit in his blades? Is he stealing my sword-spirit data while we duel?"

In less than a minute, the third eye in Zhang Yu’s mind trembled violently, frantically imitating the sword techniques of the attendants.

Simultaneously, under the intense operation of his Boundless Heart Inner Dharma Body and the roar of the Four-Headed White Ox in his mind, three additional threads of consciousness took command of the swords.

At this moment, Zhang Yu was like one person split into four, each a master with the Three-Eyed Supernatural Power, controlling three swords in a formation to hold back Bei Wufeng.

Combined with the Heavenly Kunlun mountain-moving power and the Formless Heart-Weapon of Heaven and Earth’s Ruin, he gradually gained the upper hand.

In the sky, True Monarch An Zhen nodded slightly: "Bei Wufeng chose the military-grade artifact-refining technique, the Tai-Xu Divine Tool Strategy. He uses this as a foundation, paired with the Taihao Sacred Law sword array, to add numerous auxiliary functions."

"Once a duel begins, it is a display of complexity over simplicity. He has enough methods to handle any situation."

"Zhang Yu, coming from the civil engineering department, practices the Heavenly Kunlun mountain-moving power, and his chosen refining technique is the Formless Heart-Weapon of Heaven and Earth’s Ruin. These two offer little help in refining, but are better suited for enhancing the power of treasures."

"In this duel, Zhang Yu is clearly intent on overcoming skill with clumsiness, using brute force to break through a hundred techniques..."

True Monarch An Zhen thought to himself, "But against such a style, how could Bei Wufeng, with all his preparations, not have a contingency?"

In a flash, Bei Wufeng’s Sword Realm expanded, compressing Zhang Yu’s to its limit. Under this pressure, Zhang Yu’s swords seemed to lag, as if suffering from network latency.

Simultaneously, Bei Wufeng flicked his fingers, and his twelve swords vibrated in unison.

He let out a long whistle and said proudly, "Junior, if you rely on these crude civil engineering tricks to beat me, you underestimate the Way of the Sword."

"The Heavenly Kunlun mountain-moving power is fine for digging holes."

"But for controlling flying swords?"

"It is a total mess."

The twelve swords erupted with sword qi, which surged and flowed at high speed between them.

Under the full support of the Sword Realm, the power transmission within the array reached its peak.

To Zhang Yu’s perception, the twelve swords had become a single entity, each strike infused with the power of all twelve.

Conversely, his own swords, suppressed by the enemy’s realm, were slower and weaker.

With a series of sharp cracks, Zhang Yu felt his Taihao Sacred Law swords being swatted away one by one, as if struck by invisible lightning.

He could not even track the trajectories of the enemy swords as his own were continuously repelled.

Whoosh!

One of Zhang Yu’s swords even grazed his own body as it was knocked back.

At the same time, twelve streams of light shot toward him, poised to pierce him in the next instant.

"The outcome is decided."

Just as this thought crossed Bei Wufeng’s mind, a flash of black light appeared in his vision, and he suddenly lost contact with his twelve Taihao Sacred Law swords.

"What?"

Simultaneously, a deep, rumbling sound erupted from beneath the earth.

Nine high platforms, constructed at some unknown time, burst from the ground, forming an array that temporarily severed the Spirit Realm signal to the swords.

Bei Wufeng realized in an instant: "This guy... while dueling me, he was actually doing construction work underground, setting up an array?"

Bei Wufeng immediately formed a Taoist seal, intent on forcibly piercing the spiritual realm channel to shatter the array’s blockade.

Given the crude, makeshift nature of Zhang Yu’s formation, Bei Wufeng was certain that in a mere heartbeat, he could re-establish his connection to the flying swords.

Yet, in the very next moment, Zhang Yu splayed his fingers, reaching out across the hundred-meter void toward the twelve Taihao Sacred Law swords.

"Senior, you are quite right; compared to sword manipulation, my Tiankunlun Mountain-Moving technique is far better suited for array formation."

Across that hundred-meter span, the twelve blades appeared with crystalline clarity in his sight.

The severance of the spiritual signal meant Bei Wufeng’s sword intent could no longer infuse the steel, allowing Zhang Yu to lock onto the blades with effortless ease.

With a single palm strike, Zhang Yu’s sword case shot forth like a bolt toward the hovering weapons.

Caught in the surging pull of terrestrial gravity, the twelve rudderless swords drifted like shoals of fish, easily gathered by Zhang Yu into the waiting case.

Just as the lid slammed shut, the spiritual channel roared open, and earth-shattering sword intent erupted from the blades, manifesting the phantoms of the twelve sword attendants once more.

"Break for me!"

Amidst the thunderous roar, the twelve swords thrashed violently.

But with Zhang Yu’s heavy stomp, the earth transformed into a gargantuan beast, its maw gaping wide to swallow the struggling blades and their prison whole.

The beast then shifted into a colossal mountain, which morphed into a towering peak, and finally into countless walls of bronze and iron, pinning the swords in an inescapable grip.

Simultaneously, Zhang Yu’s own twelve swords streaked forth like black lightning, cleaving the air toward Bei Wufeng’s position.

Had this not been a duel of swords, Bei Wufeng could have easily deployed other artifacts to parry the strike while continuing to wrestle his blades from their confinement.

But as this was a pure test of swordsmanship, Bei Wufeng watched the incoming Zhang Yu and knew that he had already lost.

Meanwhile, True Monarch Anzhen observed the shifting battlefield and mused, "If this array continues to evolve, it could bolster the sword realm, amplify the spiritual signals, and heighten the power of the formation."

"Earth and wood combined with sword-based communication?"

"It seems there is potential here."

(End of Chapter)