321 Hitting the Wris

Nanke arrived in an area several dozen zhang away from the stone platformalong the divine path. She looked towards the main entrance of the mausoleum,and her emotions changed slightly. Xu Yourong had her eyes closed and displayeda serene expression on her pale face, as if what was about to happen hadnothing to do with her. This kind of attitude displayed her absolute confidencein someone. That someone was naturally Chen Changsheng, who stood at the edgeof the stone platform. Nanke looked at Chen Changsheng and was slightly confused. Even if he was XuYourong’s fiancé, why did it make her so confident? Chen Changsheng also lookedat her. At the dawn of that day, on the side of the lake that was full ofreeds, he and Nanke met face-to-face, before continuing their chase-down intothe plains. Only after several dozens of days did he meet this terrifying demongirl once again. Describing her as a teenager was incorrect. She did not seem to be a day pasther early teens based on her youthful appearance. Her eyes were slightly farapart, and as for her forehead, it also seemed to be slightly wide. Theindifference, or in other words lifelessness, in her eyes gave one a numbingfeeling. It was exactly because the spirit of the peacock in the space betweenher eyebrows was overly powerful that allowed him to confirm that he did notoriginally make a mistake. This young girl was indeed ill. He thought about itbut said nothing. After fleeing for so long in the grassland, he had long madeit clear to himself that ‘cross-eyed’ was not a term that sounded nice. Also,at this moment, he was very nervous. The hand that grasped the sword hilt didnot sweat, but his knuckles were rather white. —Now that he already knew that Nanke was a Demon Princess and that she wassaid to be the one with the greatest bloodline talents out of all the daughtersof the Demon Lord, what was even more terrifying was that she was the onlydisciple of the mysterious yet powerful military advisor of the demons. Before,when he was beside the lake, he could not even defeat Nanke’s two maids. Evenif his sword technique had now seen great improvement, how could he be heropponent? A true battle never had a plain start. This battle that was about to occur onthe stone platform of the mausoleum would determine to whom the possession ofthe Mausoleum of Zhou went, as well as determine the final success or failureof the great plot of the demons. Naturally, it would not have any long-windedscripts or probing attacks. Without any delays, and also without any sign, thebattle began with the wind that originated from the surroundings of themausoleum. The pair of moss-green wings spread open behind Nanke in the incoming wind.With a soft hum, the sound represented the extremely fast changes that occurredin the air and the air being shaken up. Her petite body immediately disappearedfrom where she was and reappeared before Chen Changsheng in the next moment.She extended her thin index finger and pierced it towards his forehead with astrand of terrifying Qi on the tip. She arrived too quickly, and her actions were even quicker. As for ChenChangsheng, who had already long stored up energy and had already long raisedthe sword energy to the extreme... he was actually unable to strike in time.Her speed with her two wings was just too fast, so unimaginably fast that sheroughly had a spot among the highest ranked in the entire continent. Other thanpeople like Jin Yulu, who could follow up? At this moment, any of Chen Changsheng’s reactions, such as drawing the sword,blocking with the sword, piercing, cutting, chopping or lifting, were alreadytoo late. He was unable to follow Nanke’s speed and rhythm. If he attempted to dosomething, he would definitely be pierced in the forehead by the tip of herfinger before he could. Her finger was very tender and seemed very ordinary. However, the Qi that thefinger carried with it was very terrifying. Anyone could imagine what theeffects would be if they were struck by that finger. As a result, he could only do nothing. He quickly retreated backwards, andthen retreated into nothingness. A soft hum came from Nanke’s fingertip. The terrifying power was concentrated,but it was not sent out. It did not come in contact with Chen Changsheng’sforehead and instead made the space at the edge of the stone platform almostseem to be ripped open. Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared before her very eyes. This caused herwooden expression to finally undergo some change. This was a matter that was very hard to understand, but actually, it did notmake her think too much, much less cause her to become alert. This was becauseshe understood why but did not care at all. Just when Chen Changsheng appeared in a certain area on the stone platform,she appeared almost at the same time and continued to pierce her finger towardshis forehead. This instead caused Chen Changsheng to be surprised as to how theopponent was actually able to follow his footwork. It had to be known that thisdid not have any great connection with speed. He had used the most unfathomableYeshi Step that was the fastest in close-range dodging. He once again disappeared, and Nanke also disappeared with him. In the nextmoment, he appeared before the main entrance of the mausoleum and was closelyfollowed by Nanke, who also appeared there. On the high platform in front ofthe mausoleum, there were no great gusts and only soft breezes. As the twodisappeared and reappeared, they did not produce any sounds, which seemedextremely strange. Chen Changsheng was not able to break away from her at all, and he was unableto break away from that thin finger that grew closer and closer to hisforehead. He was unable to break away from the terrifying Qi and the feeling ofimpending death. Wherever he trod, he left behind a mark of snow, attempting to avoid thatfinger. Only when he appeared again did he realise that he was already forcedto the edge of the tall platform. During the Grand Examination, when he was by the lake, the Yeshi Step that heonce used countless times to turn the tide clearly held no significance toNanke. However, at least it helped him earn some time. During the extremely silent, weird and forceful advance that occurred in thisvery short amount of time, he was still able to gain some distance in the end,providing him with an opportunity to strike. Past the thin finger, his gaze landed on her forehead, and his expression wasextremely concentrated. With a swish, an extremely bright sword ray appeared at the edge of the tallplatform, as if it had even illuminated the dusky sky. It was still the Toppling Mountain Staff of the Orthodox Academy. This was a staff technique—or should it be called a sword technique?—that heliked the most and was most familiar with. As a result, it was also his fastest. However… it was still not as fast as Nanke. In other words, Nanke was toostrong, so strong that she could very casually break through his strike. To strike with the sword needed at least the movement of the wrist. To bend the finger only needed the movement of fingers. Nanke’s finger that pierced towards his forehead bent slightly, and thefingertip struck the body of his dagger with extreme precision. With a clear clang, it was a like a newly-cast bell that had been struck by ablack rock brought by a sparrow.  Chen Changsheng’s dagger was knocked away. A power that could be regarded asboundless and a load that he could not personally bear travelled from the bodyof the dagger into his shoulder. If it was a normal sword, Nanke would have shattered it with her finger attack. If it was a normal human at the upper level of the Ethereal Opening Realm,Nanke would have crippled their shoulder with the finger. Fortunately, this dagger was not a normal sword, and Chen Changsheng’s bodythat had been bathed in dragon blood was even more perfect than a perfectPurification. When Nanke’s fingertip continued to travel towards his forehead, the dagger inhis hand flew back like a reed. It was still the Toppling Mountain Staff of the Orthodox Academy. However,this time, it was not piercing but rather smashing. The dagger in his hand… smashed towards Nanke’s wrist. He did not attack Nanke’s forehead, because he had already confirmed thatpower was what determined speed, and his speed could not exceed Nanke’s. He could only choose a method of attack that had the shortest range. The action was very acute. It only needed the twist of a wrist and seemed verycasual. At this moment, the dagger was no longer a sword but instead a staff ofdiscipline, or truthfully speaking, a whip of discipline. What he used was furthermore not a sword technique, but rather the trueToppling Mountain Staff Technique. He wanted to hit Nanke’s wrist, like a teacher disciplining a naughty student. Smack.