I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 118 - 72: Profound Yin Sword Pointing

The sky was a vast canopy, hanging upside down over the world below.

In the inky blackness of night, a biting chill crept through the forest.

Cai Zhengyang furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping over the deep, dark forest before sharpening. With a powerful leap, he landed on a treetop.

His feet tapped lightly on the branches, like a dragonfly skipping across water, as his form floated more than a hundred feet away in an instant.

"Senior Sister Qin, is that you? I wonder what you need from me!"

Cai Zhengyang called out, his powerful Inner Strength carrying his voice far and wide, echoing with a rustle through the woods.

His words had barely faded when a figure suddenly emerged from the darkness, landing steadily on a treetop.

Cai Zhengyang focused his eyes on the newcomer. The person was dressed in a black sweatsuit, a black baseball cap, and even a black face mask.

"Fuck!"

He couldn’t help but spit. It was a guy.

Instantly irritated, he snapped, "Are you Cao Guannan? Here to get even for that gender-bent freak? You should take a good look in the mirror and ask yourself if you’re even qualified."

"’Gender-bent freak’? Don’t you think that’s a bit too cruel?" the man in black asked, his voice clear.

Hearing his voice, Cai Zhengyang’s pupils shrank. "Zhao Rui? Is that you?" he exclaimed in surprise.

He then burst out laughing. "I didn’t expect it to be you! I was just looking for a chance to teach you a lesson, but you, you little punk, have been hiding this whole time."

"Let’s see where you can run now!"

"Teach me a lesson? Have I done something to offend you?"

The newcomer was, of course, Zhao Rui. If he were to stand by and do nothing while his friend was bullied so cruelly, his Martial Arts Heart would be as good as shattered.

Although he was here to stand up for Li Xinran, Zhao Rui was baffled to hear that Cai Zhengyang wanted to teach him a lesson. ’I don’t think I’ve ever offended him, have I?’

"You haven’t offended me. I just can’t stand seeing someone from the Outer Courtyard like you worming his way onto the team."

"I have no idea how Miao Miaomiao can stand having a Level 7 piece of trash like you hanging around her."

Cai Zhengyang snorted coldly. He clearly harbored a great deal of resentment toward Zhao Rui.

No wonder he’d recognized Zhao Rui’s voice instantly.

"Er..."

Zhao Rui gave a resigned laugh. "I’ve finally confirmed one thing."

"And what’s that?"

Cai Zhengyang froze.

"You’re really fucking asking for an ass-kicking!"

"You’re courting death!"

Enraged, Cai Zhengyang slammed his right palm against the trunk of a nearby tree. A surge of Inner Strength erupted, stripping the trunk of its leaves. Then, with a flick of his palm...

...the leaves transformed into a volley of sharp blades that shot toward Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui remained motionless, flicking his right hand as well to send several leaves whistling through the air, charged with a powerful force.

Not only did he intercept all of Cai Zhengyang’s leaves, but a few even slipped past and targeted three of his vital points along his upper and middle torso.

Cai Zhengyang’s pupils widened. He dodged the attack and, without another word, his body flickered as he charged straight at the man in black.

The two instantly exchanged dozens of blows in mid-air.

As their Force radiated outwards, the surrounding dead branches shattered and scattered.

"Today, I’ll teach you that a firefly should not dare to gaze upon the moon."

Cai Zhengyang suddenly formed a sword with his fingers. As he waved his hand, streams of Cold and Mysterious Sword Qi shot out, instantly leaving several slash marks on Zhao Rui’s clothes.

A thin layer of frost instantly condensed around the slash marks.

Fortunately, Zhao Rui had dodged in time to avoid injury. Only the "Night Suit" he had worn for so long was damaged.

’Replicable Cultivation Technique: Profound Yin Sword Pointing. Replicate?’

’A Cultivation Technique I’ve never even heard of. And it can even remotely project Cold and Mysterious Sword Qi carrying an Innate Attribute.’

’Is this the source of his arrogance?’

’Replicate!’

Zhao Rui chose to replicate without a moment’s hesitation.

At the same time, his figure flickered between the tree trunks, constantly dodging the unending stream of Cold and Mysterious Sword Aura unleashed by Cai Zhengyang.

"Why are you running? Weren’t you the one who asked me to come find you?"

"Trash!"

Cai Zhengyang roared with laughter, his Sword Pointing fingers flicking out nonstop, instantly snapping the surrounding dead branches into pieces with sharp, hissing sounds.

Zhao Rui said nothing, single-mindedly using his Flying Swallow Soar and Wandering Dragon Step to weave around Cai Zhengyang, using the cover of the tree trunks to evade his attacks.

’Zero point one percent!’

’Zero point two percent!’

’Zero point five percent!’

The seconds ticked by. Countless branches were severed, but Zhao Rui remained completely unscathed.

Cai Zhengyang flew into a rage. He channeled his Inner Strength and shattered a tree trunk as thick as a washbasin with a single palm strike.

This prevented his opponent from using the trees for cover to dodge the Profound Yin Gang Qi fired from his Sword Pointing.

Then, his Inner Strength surged violently. His body accelerated abruptly, and in an instant, he was right in front of Zhao Rui.

"Let’s see you dodge this!"

Cai Zhengyang bellowed, changing his fingers into a palm and striking out with explosive force.

The powerful Gang Qi compressed the air before his palm, forming an intense, swirling vortex of Qi Force that made Zhao Rui’s clothes whip and snap in the wind.

"You wish!"

Zhao Rui took a deep breath, sinking into his stance like a quarryman splitting stone. The lines on his palms turned a fiery, crimson red.

He thrust both palms forward, the movement carrying the weight of a collapsing cliff and the fury of a thunderclap.

It was the most powerful move of the Taihang Thirteen Palms: Torrential Fury.

The Palm Force of this technique was like a raging river bursting its dams—utterly unstoppable.

When their Palm Forces met, a boom like muffled thunder erupted. The powerful Inner Strength churning between their palms formed a visible shockwave.

"I’m a Level 8, and you dare compete with me in Palm Force!"

Cai Zhengyang roared, the Inner Strength in his body pulsed, and he drove his attack fiercely toward Zhao Rui.

But Zhao Rui was undaunted. His Palm Force stacked upon itself like the surging waves of a flash flood, one cresting over the other.

He easily withstood his opponent’s formidable Palm Force.

He possessed over twenty years of accumulated Inner Strength, and having opened all his major acupoints, the intensity of his Inner Strength was by no means weaker than a Level 8 Powerhouse’s—if anything, it was stronger.

Cai Zhengyang pressed his attack with his Inner Strength for several moments, only to see that Zhao Rui wasn’t being pushed back at all. In fact, he seemed to be blocking with ease.